Ollie sits back in the chair with his feet up on the desk. Sure it looked unprofessional, but since everyone was running around being the opposite sex, Ollie didn't think anyone would mind too much
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"Ah, I should have been able to guess from the hair."
Ollie stacks the finished bow arm on a stack of them. "Yep, still me. So, um, when you switched, was it just the bits that switched, or are you, er, packing a box lunch?"
Ollie grins back. "I know, how'd we get so lucky, right? Hanging out in the IPD office when everyone is trying out their new bits and pieces." Actually, Ollie would much rather be in here. Having sex with a dude just seems wrong, even if the dude is a chick.
Ollie moves one foot and scoots the chair at the side of the desk. "Pull up a seat kid."
Jon sat and shrugged out of Longclaw's scabbard, hanging it on the back of the chair. "This is all stranger than anything I've seen before... including the days we were all in each other's bodies."
"Yeah," Ollie says, "and that was weird central. It probably has to do with greenhouse gasses."
Ollie thinks back to when he first came in the compound this morning. "Does it worry you that the only guy we've got working on the problem is the fat stoner idiot?"
Andrej didn't often go anywhere near the IPD office even though it was so near to his own little space. But he hadn't seen anyone familiar around. No one at all.
He recognized Mr. Queen. Andrej did not know him well, but he recalled their conversation in the library. "Good greeting, Mr. Queen. You are the first familiar face I have seen in some time."
"Good day to you as well, Mr. Koscuisko," Ollie says. Normally he would have said something witty about the guy's name, but he feels that, despite the relaxation he is displaying, he ought to be at least somewhat professional.
"Mister? It has been some time since I have heard that. Actually," Andrej mused, "I am not certain I have ever been called 'mister' before. It is an occasion," Andrej said expansively. "I have been both well and unwell. My research is going rather poorly. Almost every bit of equipment I require to create an anti-psychotic is missing. But my research on cannabis goes well. It is an effective mild painkiller. The taste is awful, however," Andrej remarked. "A number of people seemed surprised that I would try it myself. I do not understand."
"Excepting yourself, I have not seen anyone I recognize all day. It is peculiar."
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"Oh! Hi, Ollie!"
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The woman looks very familiar, but Ollie can't quite place her
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Ollie stacks the finished bow arm on a stack of them. "Yep, still me. So, um, when you switched, was it just the bits that switched, or are you, er, packing a box lunch?"
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Ollie moves one foot and scoots the chair at the side of the desk. "Pull up a seat kid."
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Ollie thinks back to when he first came in the compound this morning. "Does it worry you that the only guy we've got working on the problem is the fat stoner idiot?"
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He recognized Mr. Queen. Andrej did not know him well, but he recalled their conversation in the library. "Good greeting, Mr. Queen. You are the first familiar face I have seen in some time."
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"How have you been, sir?"
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"Excepting yourself, I have not seen anyone I recognize all day. It is peculiar."
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