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[balletrat]

*Meg's sitting at a booth in the bar, with a fire extinguisher well within her sights.

Theoretically, she's working on a lesson plan.

But every fifteen seconds or so, her eyes dart up, scanning the bar for dancing. Which alas means she has not made much progress on the aforementioned lesson plan.*

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[balletrat]

Well, *Meg says, firmly,* there you go, then.

Only the young and foolish play drums if they can help it.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

A chuckle.

"I've met some old drummers. Lars Ulrich."

A shrug.

"They always get into the music."

[balletrat]

Admittedly, *Meg says, with an answering shrug,* I'm no musician. And I'm guessing Opera musicians are a little different from the ones you know, but.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"Quite different."

Pause.

"Are you on fire watch?"

[balletrat]

*Meg nods.*

Andrew filled me in on the whole thing - I figure someone had better be ready.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

A solid nod.

"My little double seems to be singing a lot. Poor kid."

[balletrat]

*A little wryly:* I'll keep that in mind next time I see him - playing these odds too much is bound to get dangerous.

Tell him to watch his feet.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"Tim rubs his temple.

"Andrew any closer to finding the summoner?"

[balletrat]

Not as of yesterday.

*Meg heaves a sigh.* As far as I know he's exactly as stumped as he always was.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"Huh."

" I trust him, in this of all things...
He's got the brains to figure this out.
When it comes to the works of demon kings
His name is the first that comes out...."

[balletrat]

*Unfortunately for Tim, Meg is, you might say, trigger-happy.*










Sorry about the suit.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

He blinks down at himself.

"I saw no fire."

[balletrat]

It stopped the singing, didn't it? *Meg points out.*

- anyways, better safe than sorry.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim snorts, and vanishes.