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[dequincy]

Typist: OMG, Yossarian? Canon Katherine had a giant crush on Yossarian. From what she got of him in the books, anyway. O. m. g. So much love for that.

... Hmm. Quiet.

It's tempting to pull a Peanuts and put up a 'Psychiatric Advice: 5 Cents' sign.

Would there be any takers?

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*innocently* well, i don't know. where'm i supposed to take it?

[dequincy]

*smiles* Into conversation, sir.

[permanent_blur]

oh! well, i suppose i can manage that. i know where conversation is -- or at least, i know how to get to it, which should be the same sort of thing, shouldn't it? *pauses, brightly* ... and what'm i taking?

[dequincy]

Um. 'it,' I suppose -- me, rather. You, and I, are going in the general direction of conversation.

Like this.

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oh. have we all ready got there, then? it must've been closer than i'd thought! well, what should we converse about? ^_^

[dequincy]

Why, anything you like.

[permanent_blur]

me? *somewhat sheepish smile* well, i'm really only good in support ... but i suppose we might talk about guildenstern, then -- my fish, or my friend, or both -- or we might talk about prince hamlet, though i haven't got a fish for him, and he's all ready got a duck, so i don't suppose it really matters, does it ... or we might talk about boxes, or life in boxes, or death in boats, or boats in death, or, how, if you hold your fingers a certain ways away from the side of a candle flame they won't burn, but if you hold it a certain ways away from the top they will, and rocks always stay so much warmer than grass in the summer so it's nice to find a great big one to lie on when it's sunny out ... and it makes me so very happy, having my fish and my friends and my sunlight, except sometimes i worry they're not very happy -- my friends, that is, not the fish or the sunlight -- though i wouldn't know about the sun, i haven't ever asked it, and even if i did i wouldn't know what to do for it, would i? and i don't, not at all, so i try not to

[dequincy]

Boxes. Like Schroedinger's Cat? Is that cat dead, or alive? ... Trust me, it isn't worth thinking about ...

You know, if you moisten your fingertips with saliva first, a candle wont burn your hand at all. I was afraid the first time I tried it, but it did work. You can't feel the flames.

And no, sir, you're quite good at conversation. You just haven't noticed yet. *smile*

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oh, we've been through all that, i expect. the dying and the living and the boxes -- only, only it's not exactly in that order, is it? and i don't think any of us are cats -- but i wouldn't think about it, if i were you, or if you were. a cat, that is. you'd only get depressed.

but. but oh!

oh, what a clever idea! *brightens up* i'll try it straightaway! well, not straightaway, i suppose, but ... as soon as i've got a candle ... *smiles* thank you, miss!