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Sep 17, 2007 08:53

There's a Guardian sitting at a table, sipping at a cup of Java and reading the first in a large stack of colorful pamphlets acquired from Bar. Closer inspection will reveal that the pamphlets are all travel brochures, and the one he's reading right now is about New Orleans.

mouse, guardian bob, zim

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greatestinvader September 17 2007, 16:19:43 UTC
There is a very small green alien at Bob's left, pointing and staring and making quite an unusual face.

Forgive him, he's never seen a blue person before.

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mend_and_defend September 17 2007, 16:24:37 UTC
Bob puts down the New Orleans brochure and moves on to "Visit Scenic Vancouver."

He isn't aware he's being watched. Yet.

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greatestinvader September 17 2007, 16:26:50 UTC
Nope, still frozen in a perpetual state of 'Bzuh!?'

What is it? IS IT A THREAT?!

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mend_and_defend September 17 2007, 16:32:13 UTC
At some point, Bob happens to glance around and catch a glimpse of the little green... person.

"Uh... is everything okay?"

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l33t_mouse September 17 2007, 18:01:14 UTC
Bob has acquired a Mouse reading over his shoulder. It would be difficult (for him) to say how long she's been there, since she approached without making any noise.

The first indication she gives of her presence is the following remark: "Huh. Looks kinda like my home system."

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mend_and_defend September 17 2007, 18:19:11 UTC
Bob jumps a little and looks up. "Oh, Mouse! Hi! How was your trip?"

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l33t_mouse September 17 2007, 18:26:39 UTC
"It went pretty good," Mouse replies, slipping around Bob and taking an empty seat at the table. "Thanks for askin'. Ray an' I did the round trip without gettin' in a scuffle, an' he got my Mama's certificate of approval." Mouse grins. "It was a little awkward at first, but they ended up gettin' along just fine."

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mend_and_defend September 17 2007, 18:28:23 UTC
"I'm kinda glad I never met your mom. She sounds scary, from what I've heard."

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