Toil and Trouble

Welcome back.

Nothing new in the sense of explosions, fire or one of Mark's spectacular hissy fits when Britney Spears is maligned. I do, however, appear to have acquired a house guest.

And I'm sure you gave the good Doctor Connors a nice heart attack when he first heard the story...

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House guest? No, wait, I think I can guess - you've acquired a mall rat, haven't you?

Yeah, Curt made that face he does when I was telling him all about it. Speaking of which, how's Strange holding up? Seems like there's a definite lack of magic about the traps at the moment.

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Right in one.

And Stephen is Stephen. Though what I found amusing is after I threw shoes at Kurt and Stephen, they went and got profoundly trashed together.

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All that training's good for something, huh?

And I think I need glasses or something. I could have sworn I read that my brother and Doc Prim and Proper went out and got trashed together. Unless you mean someone threw them in a garbage can?

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I suppose shoes are better than knives.

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You're finely honed detective skills never cease to amaze me. Or amuse me, depending on the circumstances.

No, no garbage can, though I was sorely tempted before I found some blissful silence on Marie-Ange's couch. I apparently scared them and they went forth and decided the best course of action was to hide in a pint.

It was hysterical.

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Especially in this case when my migraine forced me to miss. The one I threw at Stephen missed entirely and the one for Kurt hit the wall and took out my lamp.

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Well, they must have been worthy of your ire at the time.

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You've just turned my world completely inside-out, you realise. Strange. Pints. Nope, still can't put the two together.

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...it is very hard to explain now, in the light of no headache and, well, sanity. But then? Very, very justified.

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I've pictures on my phone, even. Mainly from the trip back home. They were helping each other along and singing.

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You were on my couch? Did I not ... oh, was I still on the plane home from Madripoor?

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You got us something we should not open in the office? Should I be concerned?

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Not so much concerned as discreet?

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Oh yes, I had been wondering where you were. Then again, I had a mind-blistering headache and had just been forced to deal with two, at the time, dunder heads.

It was either use the key or sleep in the hallway which, while can be comfortable, not exactly the best area for dozing.

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Oh, these I have to see. And I have something for you, too. Drop by? I'll put the kettle on.

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I think that perhaps sleeping in the hallway would mean that someone might think you a vagrant. Or leave their recycling on you.

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Perhaps. But have you seen some of Wanda's shoes? The heels can kill.

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Discreet in -our- office? The worst I could risk is scathing commentary. Or perhaps Mark's informed reviews... Perhaps you are right. Discretion is a good idea.

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I'll be there with bells.

Well, maybe not bells. But evidence.

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Considering how deeply I passed out, I would not have been surprised in the least, actually.

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How is our wounded boy doing, by the way? I need to go visit - unfortunately I couldn't bring him what he wanted, but I've got something from duty free might be welcome.

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Healing. Seeking alternative sources of pain management, with entirely hilarious side effects?
Were you here the day he posted about his need for 'medicine'? Doug and I brought him food, and I watched him eat more burritos then he has limbs.

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I was already gone, but I saw that when I was going back through the work comm to see if there was anything I'd missed. Bravo you for coming to the rescue.

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It was a fun adventure. And his 'friend' was very nice and understood exactly why I was picking it up for Mark without asking any annoying questions.

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