Seventh Sip

[mal_addict]

[Mal is at the shooting range, obliterating targets with her horsebow. To say she's in a bad mood would be a terrible, horrific understatement. Her journal is open beside her so she can dictate as she shootsWho signed me up for that ridiculous auction? Come on, own up, so I can punch you in the face multiple times. Nikola, was it you? It sounds

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[exanimatus]

[because he's prone to being in the exact place no one wants him, Zelman's been watching this very quietly from the comfort of that really high enclosing wall. he's just sitting there, looking a little bored. regards the turkeysplosion with mild attention.]

All the way out here? They're very persistent.

[mal_addict]

[Of course, it's one of those epic skills he has. Mal shrugs]

I still don't understand the current fascination with eating them. Earth holidays are strange and somewhat pointless.

[exanimatus]

You're telling me.

[hates most holidays. bah humbug. B(]

But what's that about the Scientist?

[mal_addict]

[She shrugs, reloading her horsebow and going about firing at more targets]

Someone signed me up for that ridiculous auction. He's the most likely candidate.

[thisisprogress]

[He chuckles, amused.] I have to say it wasn't me. But whoever did it, I certainly have to give them props for doing such a dangerous thing.

[mal_addict]

[Grumbley grumble]

I'm going to have to hurt them. A lot.

[thisisprogress]

Don't mind if I come over and watch, I need a bit of entertainment nowadays.

[mal_addict]

Something tells me you're going to come if I want you to or not.