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The stone still works, then.
Shelley peers around corners as she wanders further into the palace, keeping an eye out for familiar faces while heading in the vague direction of Michael's office. A couple of pages she doesn't recognise pass by, and she smiles awkwardly, feeling very...
Well. Very not blue.
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Trillian's latest Super-Strong Stone Polymer Creation is ready.
It's metallic, and shiny, and can withhold incredibly powerful nuclear rays.
Bombarding it with more ions than a magnetic dog brush hasn't broken it either.
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Wedding Post!
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Long day.
Long, vaguely breaky at times, day.
When Faith left the palace, she was giddy squealy happy.
Now? Not so much.
She's still happy, but there's worry for Mark in there too, and the giddy smile is gone.
At some point, she's taken herself off to have a cry.
And the evidence is still on her face.
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The door from the bar opens, leading into Michael and Maria's rooms, and three people step through.
Michael and Maria are walking on either side of Hank, in an attempt to make sure he doesn't escape. They don't want him in the palace unsupervised. -
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"So," Meroin says in English, respecting the fact that you may be able to remove the girl from Boston, but can't, as they say, remove the Boston from the girl, "most of the dirty work is done for you, and I don't mind it."
She faces Max and Faith and narrows her eyes slightly.
"But I can't finish it," she adds, "until you tell me when the event ( Read more... ) -
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Her footsteps click on the floor and echo somehow ominously as Shelley makes her purposeful way towards Michael's office.
He must be in there. She knocks on the door.
"Michael?" -
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Max is on his sofa.
Why? Because he's sick of the bed.
And his head hurts. (But that's why he was on the bed to begin with, so say -- well, say he's on the sofa because his head still hurts ( Read more... ) -
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King's bedchamber.
Ow ow ow fucking ow what is with that Max you never swear in your own thoughts ow --
"Headache, sir?" Teldaro whispers ( Read more... )