Lyric: 19

[darcyredux]

[here goes a small, not very detailed sketch of the Dalek lighter he won during the games.]

That was an interesting game. Qi, thanks for being my partner.

["partner" is still pinging him to high heaven and back, so pentaps, then a sketch of his cat.]

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[burntorangesky]

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[burntorangesky]

[Very shaky writing I'm assuming she left the game before she saw his prize]

Where did you see one of those?

[darcyredux]

It's on my shelf...they gave to me in the game.

Did you want to see it?

[burntorangesky]

[It's a toy, then. Like the one she found in the Wilderness.
There's a pause as she relaxes and tries to get her hearts beating normal speed again]

Ah, only if it isn't too much trouble.

[...you know. Just in case.]

[darcyredux]

It isn't at all. Where do you want to meet?

Are we quicklogging this?

[burntorangesky]

[Pen taps. Normally she'd say 'the Bazaar,' but...]

Shall we meet at the Access Point? Or perhaps the Park?

If you want! /kicks her fail muse

[darcyredux]

The Park is great.

Quicklog - /is a logging whore, *sobbu*

[burntorangesky]

Very well. I will be wearing a very long mulitcoloured scarf.

Quicklog

[Closing her journal, Fred slipped it into her pocket and looped the scarf Kagerou had made her around her neck. She made her way to the lift, then to the Park once she reached the second floor.

She had never met Composer before, so she waited patiently for someone to approach her. She passed the time by flipping through her journal and writing in it every now and again.]

Quicklog - /is okay, so am I.

[darcyredux]

[A long, colorful scarf. He could remember that.

Slipping the lighter and the phone into his pocket, he strolled down to the Park, pausing once to mess with some poor guy. What, he never saw a floating apple before?

Still smiling, he went over to the woman in the scarf. Must be her.]

Fred?

Quicklog

[burntorangesky]

[Fred looked up with a smile, shutting her journal at the same time. That must be him.]

Composer, I presume?

Ql

[darcyredux]

Yes. Nice to meet you.

[He decides to just jump in.]

So, the tiny robot, it's bad?

Re: Ql

[burntorangesky]

Likewise.

[She hesitates for a moment at his question.]

Might I see the device in question?

Ql-sorry I'm late

[darcyredux]

Of course.

[He reaches into his pocket, pulling out the little lighter and holding out for her to pick up if she wants.]

Ql-It's fine! gives me a chance to catch up with my other logs >_>

[burntorangesky]

[Fred reaches out to pick up the little metal thing delicately between her fingertips. She turns it over in her hands briefly before she clicks the lighter part open.] Hmmm, interesting.

[She snaps it shut again, then spends a few more minutes minutely examining the tiny robot replica. When she finishes, she hands it back to Composer and runs a hand through her hair.]

The things this was modeled off of are quite dangerous, yes; however, this is just a lighter. I... [her voice faltered for a moment] ...thank you for showing it to me, Composer. I simply wished to... make sure.