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[stilljustandrew]

*There's an Andrew in the bar. At the Bar itself, in fact.*

*He's got a small picnic basket, and is carefully packing it with one item after another as they appear, preparatory for a visit to a certain someone in the infirmary.*

...And maybe some of that green stuff he drinks, in a thermos or something?

*The thermos materializes.*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Oe Real Tim abmles over, somber in appearence and mood.

"Evening Andrew."

[stilljustandrew]

Tim. Hey.

*Andrew's face sobers in response.*

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"Sup?"

Tim taps the bar, a cup of tea appearing, perhaps for the last time.

[stilljustandrew]

I wanted to ask you about Baby. I've been thinking it over.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"Oh?"

Tim actually perks up at this one.

[stilljustandrew]

The only thing that worries me is, I've got a job, back in my world. I've got the mission. I might have to leave for long periods of time, and I might someday have to leave without any guarantee I'd ever come back.

If I'm gonna take on the responsibility of taking care of Baby, I'd need to know how to pass her on to somebody else, if and when I have to.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim smiles.

"Well, I could teach you that spell when I do it to you, couldn't I?"

[stilljustandrew]

And it'd work if I did it? Without your power behind it?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim considers a moment, then nods.

"Yes."

[river_meimei]

There's someone watching him from the rafters. Or maybe watching the food he's acquiring, or just the air around him.

She's silent, and motionless. Andrew hangs out with enough Slayers (and vampires) that he might notice anyway, though.

[stilljustandrew]

*Usually when someone watches him from the rafters it's Faith, or Mel, or sometimes Raph. Once or twice it was the Opera Ghost, but he didn't notice then.*

*Andrew glances up, and blinks.*

[river_meimei]

River blinks back.

[stilljustandrew]

River, right?

Hi.

[river_meimei]

"Yes," River says, very seriously.

And then grins a little. "You're starting a collection."

[stilljustandrew]

This? It's for Ray. Ray Stantz, do you know him?

[river_meimei]

River brightens slightly.

"There's math," she says. River approves of this.

"Creative application of the dynamic principles of hyper-dimensional torsion."

[stilljustandrew]

...yeah, that's Ray.

*Andrew grins, a little wryly.*

He's in the infirmary. I'm making him a care package.

[mnt_donnie]

It's the green stuff that draws his attention. Like calls to like, after all. Donnie takes a step closer to Andrew for a better look.

"Oh, wow. That's a fascinating-looking beverage. What's its composition, if you don't mind telling me?"

[stilljustandrew]

I haven't a clue. It's for Ray Stantz, and I ...

*Andrew's answering before he turns to look at the speaker. It says something for how long he's been here that he barely falters.*

...don't think he knows what's in it either.

Um. Hi.

[mnt_donnie]

"Hello," Donnie says absently, still staring at the beverage. "It is edible, then-"

He breaks off, looking somewhat sheepishly over at Andrew.

"Excuse me, I'm not being very polite. My name's Donatello."

[stilljustandrew]

Yeah. Uh -- you're Mike and Raph's brother, right? I've heard about you. Good things, *he adds hastily.*

[mnt_donnie]

"Really?"

Donnie looks faintly surprised. Mike has a tendency towards wildly unbelievable and not always flattering stories, and Raph just doesn't say good things about people unless he's very, very drunk.

"Well. That was nice of them. I'm afraid they may not have mentioned you, Mr.-?"

[stilljustandrew]

Uh, Andrew. Wells. Is me.

[mnt_donnie]

"It's nice to meet you, Andrew," Donnie says politely, his eyes straying back towards the thermos again.

"So, you said this liquid is of unknown composition even to its maker? Has he ever done any reagent testing or perhaps a gas chromatography/mass spectrometry on it?"

[stilljustandrew]

You'd have to ask him. He's a scientist, though, so he probably has.