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[surethingboss]

*pacing the hall in the apartment, cigarette dangling half-ignored between her teeth*

What the fuck is going on out there?!

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[not_spock]

*glowers, uh, in general* That's what I want to know.

[surethingboss]

*didn't notice him as she was passing until he spoke, and she comes to a stop -- which is more like a half-skid as she tries to wheel around to face him*

Sorry, didn't see you there. *points a thumb behind her -- more to indicate the intercom than anything* Can you believe this?

[not_spock]

*grins* I'm good at blending in. *looks serious again as he glances at the intercom* A great act of violence used as an excuse to keep people in line. *muses* The Reichstag. They're hiding something from us, and everybody's content to go right along with it. *looks at Birdy* How about you?

[surethingboss]

Reichstag? Y'mean like Nazi Reichstag? I thought this was the fifties.