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[couldhavedanced]

[What started out not to be Emma's day was only going to get worse. Once again, she retreated to the confines of her safe home to avoid getting shanked or touched or given death threats during the event, but she still has to come out for food and supplies. Curse her human functions. When she passes the fountain, though, she spills her bag of

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[harveyinmyhead]

[He was going to help with your groceries and, you know, be fairly heroic. But once Emma started singing, he's left just... staring. What the fuck just happened here?]

[couldhavedanced]

[She's just staring down at them now.]

Believe me, I'm just as horrified as you are.

[harveyinmyhead]

[Getting back to reality here.]

That one's new. For a second I thought I was in the bizarro singing universe. [But he kneels down, scooping up some of the stuff.] So I take it you don't take Broadway to the streets that often.

[couldhavedanced]

Oh. Um, thank you. [She doesn't have the heart to tell him she'll end up disposing of it since it's so dirty now.] Nope, just...one of those experiments, I think, I don't even like speaking in public.

[harveyinmyhead]

[Frankly he'd probably throw away anything that wasn't in a package, but it has to be gathered up for that anyway.]

You sure as hell made it look convincing. Was that your real voice?

[couldhavedanced]

Yes. I mean, I don't know where that chorus came from, but...yes.

[She thinks he's going to complain. ;;]

I should...really get going, yes. It was very nice to meet you.

[harveyinmyhead]

[He stands up, grocery bag now reloaded, not looking as good as it did before.]

Already? Here I was going to compliment you on the singing voice, maybe get some introductions out of the way. Don't let me hold you up, though.

[couldhavedanced]

[She clumsily accepts the grocery bag, since it's dirty, too. She's so flustered she kind of forgets, though.]

O-oh. I'm sorry, um...thank you. That's very kind of you. And I'm Emma.

[harveyinmyhead]

Crichton. John Crichton. [Emphasis on the Crichton. Nobody but the evil bondage man in his head calls him John.] Think you'll manage to get that home without an encore?

[couldhavedanced]

I really hope I can, but it's not really my choice, is it?

[harveyinmyhead]

No? How about I tag along, be your rented our Personal Bag Carrier, in case of Song and Dance.

[couldhavedanced]

Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you. I can handle it from here, um, Chrichton. But I appreciate the help, I'm just...allergic to leather, yes, so it's not really going to work out.

[harveyinmyhead]

First of all Em, I didn't mean it like that. Secondly, this isn't Earth leather. Hell, I don't even know what it's made of, I just know it didn't come from anywhere within a few million light years of the things you're usually allergic to.

[couldhavedanced]

Oh, I didn't...mean it like that, either, I was just...worried I'd accidentally touch it or something and get sick, you know.

[harveyinmyhead]

Don't worry, last I checked, I'm non-toxic. My pals would kick me off the boat if I was.