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[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in the middle of the day, Quinn slipped out of the Bar- a little to think, a lot to work with the horse properly. His arm still throbs where the stallion bit it, a reminder that failing to take the animal's needs seriously has consequences. Fortunately, the work is done now, so Quinn is back. He's got a table near the entrance, well-lit (something's got to cast the shadows for all those dark corners, after all!), and he's got dinner. It's all good, really.

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[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

"Pretty sure the whales won't be a problem," Quinn says. That voice is kind of freaky. "Though there's sharks, if that makes any difference at all."

[spark-girl.livejournal.com]

She makes a note of it.

"If the outer hull is sturdy enough and doesn't come across as being the slightest bit edible, they'll more than likely lose interest. But a few weapons, just in case."

[twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough," Quinn says. "I know nothing at all about what you get under water. Closest I get is something that pinched my toes a couple of times the last chance I had at the seashore. I defer to the expert."