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[young_tmriddle]

It's been a few weeks since Tom encountered Marjory Stewart-Baxter again. It's been fewer still since she laid her eggs in his arm. Tom and Marjory have a long, odd history, but he has been judged worthy of incubating her puppetlings.

He doesn't know this important fact. He does know he's having strange, unsettling dreams of late

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[nitro_is_ace]

Now, Ace considers Mr. Riddle to be... if not a friend, at least friendly. He takes good care of Ingress, which counts for a lot in her book.

He's also kind of creepy. He hasn't done anything, no, but... huh. It's probably the 'British Public School' vibe. Or something. She's always been a little leery of magic-users since Tim, not that she thinks he's much like Tim in any respect (too much gender-identity and responsibility).

So when someone who's fairly decent and a little spooky starts looking edgy, it's enough to put the local kitty-girls on edge too. Hrm.

[young_tmriddle]

He has not noticed any edginess, because he's in a self-centered mode about now. However, he does remember his manners. This is one of Ingress' teachers, and as such, a person of worth.

"Hullo, Ace. How are you this evening?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Fair 'nough, no major drama thus far. How..." She starts to ask, then chickens out, a bit. "'S Ingress?"

Lame, Pyro. Lame.

[young_tmriddle]

"No major drama, eh? That's good news," he says.

Just you wait.

"Ingress is very well. I'll tell her you asked after her."

[nitro_is_ace]

"That's good. Just s'long as she doesn't get it into her head t'go after another squid." Ace draws lines. Sometimes. And rarely with permanent marker.

[young_tmriddle]

"I think the squids have done a fine job of staying put," he says, and he manages to grin. "You were quite the hero for assisting her in that quest."

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace rolls her eyes.

"I'm a bleedin' pushover, y'mean. Between her an' Raven I didn't stand a chance. Took weeks t'get the smell of fish out of the TARDIS."

[young_tmriddle]

"You should have let me know. I could have helped with removing the smell. That's a simple charm."

He can't hold off any longer. He itches his arm.

"I think I've been bitten by something unpleasant," he explains.

Maybe bedbugs? Brrr.

[nitro_is_ace]

"Huh. What'd the doc say?" What?

Medicine no longer applies to Ace - she just assumes everyone else is still savvy to the awesomeness of it.

[young_tmriddle]

"The doc? Oh, you mean the doctor? I go to Healers."

He clears his throat.

"I haven't been to one, as yet, but I've taken a potion that should work."

The scotch helps, too.

[nitro_is_ace]

"... There is no power on any Earth that'll save your arse when Door finds out." Ace decides, pointing out the rather obvious.

Tom is a little spooky.

Door is a scary mama. Sister. Thing.

[young_tmriddle]

"Erm. I'd rather she not know, actually. It's nothing. It's an allergic reaction to, erm, a new soap, perhaps."

[nitro_is_ace]

"... Y'know, Spoon gets the same look on his face when he's gettin' dodgy 'bout sommat?" Ace asks, musingly. "I wonder if it's a Y-chromosome trait."

She shakes her head at him, with a wry grin.

"She's so goin' t' bust your arse."

[young_tmriddle]

"Why??? I haven't done anything."

This is so unfair!

[nitro_is_ace]

"That's the point, mate. Y'should be goin' to a doctor, or a healer, or whatever. An' y'not. As someone who lives in fear that Ingress will take it into her head to take the risks I take on a regular basis, I don't approve, an' I'm not related t'her. Door's gonna have y'hide. In bits." The small pyro retorts, not giving two bits about fair. Fair is for other people, who live normal lives and drive minivans and who's biggest worry is which frozen dinner to heat up that night.

[young_tmriddle]

"Temple and Arch, it's not like I have the bloody plague or something. It's just a slight rash."