[location: Central, Transverto tram line or Speares - choose your own adventure!]
The past three weeks, Wyatt hasn't slept much at all. It's a known fact, broadcast loud and clear by the dark circles under his eyes for all to see. It's only now, roughly a week after Glitch's return from the dead, that he's well and truly succumbed to his own limitations. He's okay. He's alive and well, and real, and somewhere between putting on
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Letting you know all's well. If in-person confirmation would be more valid for you I'm fine with that. Besides, I think we still have party stuff to finalize. Just give me day/time/place/etc.
-G
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And so at precisely some time around four in the pitch dark of night afternoon Glitch could be found at the venue which would be hosting the Annual's End party. In his hand was a clipboard, attached to which was a schematic and...a star chart. Every now and then he'd crouch to adjust the position of the device at his feet just so, but he wasn't prepared to turn it on just yet.
That'd wait until he had an audience to show off his ingenuity to.
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All of the above made him smile, and chased some of the nervous jitters away. It was entirely good to get to spend some time with the sometimes mad, always brilliant scientist and inventor. So good was it that he feared it was too good to be true.
"Coffee's here, sweetheart."
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"Thanks," Glitch said with a nod and set his clipboard down beside the device - a smallish, boxy-ish wood and brass thing - then stepped over to meet his friend. "One's got cream and sugar, right?"
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"What's that you're working on?"
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"It's a gizmo," Glitch replied, and his eyebrows quirked as he stepped back. He took a sip of his drink and gestured to the ceiling. "Okay, it's a projector, just a little something to add some flash and sparkle. I think I've got it programmed right, but...well, you're the only one who can vouch for the accuracy."
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Funny how even such a seemingly insignificant thing as speech patterns could be reassuring. He nodded, had a sip of his own and approached the thingamajig. Crouching in front of it, he almost gave in to the urge of poking it, instead looking over his shoulder at the man responsible.
"Accuracy?" He asked, not immediately connecting the dots. "Accuracy for what?"
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When activated, the whatsit would project a holographic representation of the midwinter Ozian night sky. The stars and moons would appear to hang amid the criss-crossing steel rafters, definitely brightening the still-gloomy ware hosue they'd appropriated.
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It was only fitting that he didn't know what to say, nor how to mask how taken he was by the elaborate detail. So rather than using words, he inclined his head, and plucked his hat from its perch to press it instead to his chest.
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Maybe too right. He moved to stand beside his friend and studied him with curious concern for a few moments. "I just...I thought it'd be nice to have a little bit more of the O.Z. And I sorta remember the parties I went to were outside since it's always warm in Finaqua and-- is it okay?"
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Or something along those lines.
Clearing his throat, he turned his head with a small smile. "You did good, Glitch. Real good."
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"Good, glad it came out right, I was hoping for more time but--" He stopped and made a startled noise in his throat, then quickly moved on. "So that's just a little pretty, I got some more lights rigged up and as you can tell the heater's working fine. That just leaves...other decorations, refreshments, tables, chairs, Fitz'll be in to do sound, and I think we're okay. Okay?"
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"Well, last I checked, all kinds of foodstuffs were free of charge, so that won't set us back too much." Always practical, this one.
"How about you take care of the decorating, food and drink, and I can haul furniture? We can figure out the rest as we go. Dress codes, gifts...do we want to do that? It is tradition."
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