FIFTY-TWO : but you're moreso...

Apr 08, 2011 19:06

[ACTION; in and around household]

[Olivier seems a little disgusted! It appears the children are now both drones, and she's having trouble keeping them out of the war room. Tsk. There will be bodies if this keeps up, and you can see it in her eyes as she partakes of morning coffee on the porch like an old lady.]

[OPEN phone call]
Commissar Cain, I'd like to set up an appointment with you for this morning, ten o'clock, at 1669 Nelson Street.

As for the rest of you... [a pause...] I'm no worse for the wear, and I should hope you're all recovering from the idiocy of the last few weeks. Physical training will resume as usual; all squads need to send me a written report of what you learned during the occurrence.

[Filtered to Eirin]
I need your advice... as a friend.
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