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The door opens and Jonathan half-staggers through under Andrew's weight, almost carrying the taller man.
Andrew's face is pale, and blood is leaking from a scabbed-over wound in his shoulder.
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In Andrew's World: Things are speeding up.
A few days ago at Milliways, Andrew got some significant research help from a different timeline's version of Wesley Wyndham-Pryce.
Earlier today, Jonathan went to have another talk with a certain Professor of Extremely Ethnic Studies at Columbia University. It didn't quite go as anticipated ( Read more... ) -
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In Andrew's world:
What's the point of being part of a team of private investigators if you don't occasionally get to do a little investigating? -
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There's a bunny-boy in the Bar this morning.
It might be Momiji - but, with those green-tinted glasses, that pinkish red hat, and that general air of overwhelming mystery that he has covering his person, at the moment, who knows ( Read more... ) -
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[Out of Milliways: Not all of wisdom brings joy.]
*Out under the strange stars, a lone figure staggers along the lakeshore. His unsteadiness can be partly explained by half-empty bottle clutched loosely in one hand, but only partly; anyone close enough to see his face -- not that there is anybody, at the moment -- would be able to tell that ( Read more... ) -
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All right. Cavilo is starting to get the hang of this place. Emphasis on starting; the terrain's still dangerously unknown -- but at least she's got a tab, and a room, and a few changes of clothing. Precisely in her size, and excellently tailored, which was startling but decidedly not unwelcome ( Read more... )