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[bladed_siberian]

If anyone needs an escort to a safehouse, I'm available. Just call me via the police force line.

Mara, stay put. I'm on my way.

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[cry_reaper]

Oh, yes, because I'm terribly excited to go out and play with the weeping angels some more. I'm at the shop, I went out before I checked the network this morning.

These have been here before, haven't they?

[bladed_siberian]

... wow. Okay. Wasn't expecting the hostility.

[cry_reaper]

Sorry, I spent the better part of an hour getting one to look at itself in a mirror. I have a headache, my eyes itch and I haven't dared duck out the back for a cigarette all day.

...it seems to work, by the way - the mirror. It's a little nerve-wracking having it standing here, but it hasn't moved for awhile.

Moody Ken? Never happen.

[bladed_siberian]

... you know what? You seem to have things well under control. I'm sure you'll be fine.

Honeymoon's over, huh?

[cry_reaper]

I'm certain I will be. So long as I don't run out of mirrors.

Seems like it might be

[bladed_siberian]

Right.

*wibbles* Poor kids.

[cry_reaper]

[Long pause.]

You really aren't coming are you?

;_;

[bladed_siberian]

Sounds like you really don't want me to, but hey, that's alright. I'll go protect the people around here that want me to.

[user bladed_siberian has signed off]

action; post-midnight

[cry_reaper]

[Having stayed at the shop where she could use mirrors to protect herself until midnight, it's very late when Mara comes home after making sure the shop wasn't damaged and replacing the things she'd moved. truth be told, it's closer to one or one-thirty in the morning. Heading straight to the alcohol to pour herself a very stiff drink, trying not to shake from anger and residual fear she calls out to the possibly empty house.]

Are you home?

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[bladed_siberian]

[Ken's not there, but sure enough, the sound of his bike pulling up shows that he's home for the night. As soon as he's in the door, he pauses, looking over at Mara before pulling his helmet off and heading to the bathroom, shedding his coat as he goes.]

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[cry_reaper]

[Ah, so that's how that's going to go is it?]

Any serious troubles tonight?

[Small talk. Safe topics. She makes herself sip the drink instead of gulping it down like she desperately wants to.]

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[bladed_siberian]

Nothing worth noting. Nothing that'll make life hell for the next few days anyway.

[Once in the bathroom, the shirt comes off, showing that he's a good deal dirtier than usual.]

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[cry_reaper]

[She comes to stand just outside the doorway, looking him over for bruises or abrasions he might be shrugging off in male fashion.]

Hopefully not too much paperwork for tomorrow, you could probably do with sleeping in.

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[bladed_siberian]

[Thankfully, there's nothing too serious. Pants are next and while he's keen aware of being watched, he shows no real concern.]

I've got the day off tomorrow, provided nothing else happens.

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[cry_reaper]

Provided.

[She doesn't sound convinced. She's hating this place right now and debating broaching the sensitive topic at hand.]

Would you like a drink?

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[bladed_siberian]

[For a moment, he looks back at her and ponders how he should answer. He's not a cruel person, so he decides on a simple answer before he reaches into the shower to start the water.]

No, thank you.