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[gonna_live]

So last week there was a mini-vacation, and it went well.

This week, therefore, there's Kaylee in the bar, with a cup of tea and a piece of paper and a pen. She's doodling idly, and cheerfully.

[Locked for plot, s'il te plait. :D]

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[tibetanmethod]

"Washington State," he agrees. "Of the United States of America. And the trees in that part of the country..."

A big grin.

"Kaylee, there's nothing like them."

[gonna_live]

"Well..."

Wavering.

"Don't suppose it'd be too horrible if I made a little trip." She grins back. "Only I maybe shouldn't stay gone awful long -- it's gettin' late back home."

[tibetanmethod]

"Well then."

He stands smoothly, and heads for the door.

( Forgetting his manners, he's forgetting Dale Cooper's manners, but she doesn't know Dale Cooper, and he's getting hungry.

Oh, what he's going to do to her.

How she's going to taste. )

[gonna_live]

Kaylee follows, and when he's got the door open, she turns back for a moment. "Wait -- I ought to leave a note, let folks know where I've gone, just in case -- "

There was this field trip to India to view some elephants in their natural habitat, see.

Still a little bit of guilt over that.

Better to avoid it with any trip. Even if it's not going to take that long.

[tibetanmethod]

( No. No. She's not allowed, he's so close -- the door isopen -- )

"No." He reaches out, and seizes her wrist.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee's eyes widen in surprise.

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

And a far larger, far paler, hand seizes Bob's.

[tibetanmethod]

(

He's lustful and mean, not stupid.

This is someone -- something -- he has no business tangling with, if he wants to continue doing what he does so very well. )

Good thing the door is open.

He bolts. Beyond is Twin Peaks.

[etananesoe.livejournal.com]

And the scent of Napthalot, the sweet scent of Napthalot, a thick, heavy scent; nothing delicate about it, but nothing wrong either. It is something like the smell of artificial floral perfume; heavier, with bases of other things that change it and ruin the purity, but created with the intent to please, it floods the room.

Choking thick, strangling thick, and there is a swirl of black, and white, and even as too-sane laughter rips open the air.

And then the door closes.