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[sky_from_sea]

Anna has ventured out of the--is she allowed to call it a compound?--today, in search of blood

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[bitingmybullet]

Gwen has been working hard all day.

After copious showering.

Because, well.

She'd fucking hate to prove Claire right.

Anna gets a smile and some interested peering.

[sky_from_sea]

Anna looks up eventually, blinking a little bit while she gets her head back out of the clouds.

"Gwen."

She sounds a little puzzled.

"Have you been wandering through sewers, or something?"

Why else would she need to scrub so much?

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen goes :O!

"Do I smell that bad?"

Inconceivable!

[sky_from_sea]

"No, but it's the only reason to smell that much like soap that I can think of."

[cheng_hu]

"Artists," Daniel says, shaking his head.

Then he grins. "Guess what I found. Consider us in the metaphorical money."

[sky_from_sea]

Anna looks up, blinking to clear her head of all the words.

"You found a game of Monopoly?"

She's kidding.

Honestly.

[cheng_hu]

"No, this is better. Games aren't a bad idea, though."

He sets a solid bar of chocolate on the table.

"You find interesting things in the industrial district, if you're willing to look around."

[sky_from_sea]

Anna staaaaaaaaaaaaares at the chocolate.

"Looks like."

She eyes Daniel.

"How hard was this to find?"

[lesper]

"Hi," says Les amiably. "Is this seat taken?"

[sky_from_sea]

Anna looks up, blinking to get her brain clear of the poem.

"Is--no. Hi, Les. Long time no see."

[lesper]

"Yep," he says, and sits down. "What's up?"

[sky_from_sea]

"I'm settling in for the winter. Chicago's cold. You?"

She's also turning Daniel into her errand-boy, but don't tell him that.

[bass_line_blues]

There's a familiar strain coming from the bass in the corner.

It sounds a lot like "Paperback Writer."

[sky_from_sea]

Anna, however, is far, far, far too far into her head to notice.

Yet.

[bass_line_blues]

That's okay.

Preston'll go on playing until the song's done. He really does like it! And he doesn't want to disturb the Writer Hard At Work, either.

[sky_from_sea]

It might be the silence after he finishes that makes Anna look up.

She smiles after the few seconds it takes to get her brain back from her work.

"Preston. How've you been?"