[Morning/Afternoon - 851 Goldberg Street: Housemates] [Olivier rolls over in bed, and it only takes her a minute to realize her arm is not longer in a cast, or painfull for that matter. Her hand comes up empty as she reaches to the bedpost where she usually hangs her sword. Slowly, she surveys the room
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Stop. Name, rank, and business?
[She searching in the dim light for any glinting of weapons. She isn't used to sword swords, but they would do if she needed them]
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Lithuania, nation, walking down the street.
Should I say welcome back?
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Why would anyone want to be back here? And no, I don't remember anything from last time I was here. [The last part is only volunteered because she doesn't like others know who she is when she doesn't know them, so she's in a mood.]
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Well, maybe I should apologize instead. We only spoke a few times, anyway.
[Granted, one of those times was over a swordfight.]
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Apologies won't do any good now.
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Did someone in your house drink the milk?
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[He frowns a bit--one of his notdaughters snuck it out from under him. He's going to have to wait at the doorstep tomorrow.]
You already know what's going on, then?
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I have my ways of knowing things.
[She is suddenly glad she got here after the strange event started, at least she didn't have to see too much of the kill!drones.]
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More to you, I'd imagine.
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Well, be careful on your way home.
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