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[stilljustandrew]

*There's an Andrew in the bar. He has not had any chocolate except for a perfectly innocuous packet of M&Ms.*

*Right now, he's munching a turkey sandwich and scribbling in his notebook.*

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[blackholesandrevelations]

John appeared next to him, like a ninja! He had a pen in his mouth and he vaguely pointed to the notebook, and said: "'an ah haff ah peesh o' pa'er?"

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew blinks up at him, does a quick mental English-With-Mouth-Obstructed-to-Standard-English translation, and turns to a blank page to rip out.*

Sure. Hi, Crichton.

[blackholesandrevelations]

"Fhanks." He said, pulling the pen out of his mouth and frowning in distaste at the drooliness of it, wiping it on his pants. "How are you?"

He commenced to drawing stick figures on said paper.

[stilljustandrew]

Pretty good. Been keeping busy.

You?

*He cranes his neck slightly to glance at the stick figures.*

[blackholesandrevelations]

"Pointedly ignoring the fact that Aeryn is determined to kill me with sheer coldness." He said, cheerful enough. "And becomming friends with the man she's in love with. Great fun."

[stilljustandrew]

...

*Andrew looks stricken, and doesn't say anything.*

[blackholesandrevelations]

John gave him a look and shrugs. "Yeah. Jack Shepherd's a nice guy. Tragic figure. Likes to fix things."

He added a crudely drawn picture of Harvey to the stick figure collection.

[stilljustandrew]

But ...

*He clamps his mouth shut, before he can say how could she? or something equally stupid.*

[blackholesandrevelations]

"Don't worry about it." He murmured. "I don't want to think about it. It makes me want to smash things."

to know what he's capable of doing, but the fear of doing it is what keeps him human.

[stone-warrior.livejournal.com]

"Andrew!" Goliath is smiling as he walks up to the man. It has certainly been a long while since he's seen him. "How are you?"

[stilljustandrew]

Hi, Goliath. I'm good -- how have you been?

*He edges over slightly to make more room -- ordinarily it wouldn't be necessary, but Goliath takes up rather a lot of room.*

[stone-warrior.livejournal.com]

He does wrap his wings about his shoulders to help with that but yes, he is a rather large fellow.

"Doing fine, all things considered." He answers, not even glancing over for the door this time. He's already checked several times today. "I've been out by the lake quite a bit."

[stilljustandrew]

Yeah? It's nice back there.

Supposed to look a lot like Scotland, they tell me.

[stone-warrior.livejournal.com]

"Yes, the two have quite a bit in common. I have not yet been as far as the cliffs though." Too much like a lost home for him right now. "There are very good currents about the lake though, it is nice to be able to enjoy the skies here."

[stilljustandrew]

Just be careful not to land in the lake, okay? There's a shark out there.

*He makes a quick mark with his pen and puts it down to pick up his sandwich.*

-- Can I get you anything? Have you had dinner yet?

[stone-warrior.livejournal.com]

"A shark? I thought I had seen something but I wasn't quite sure..." He raises his hand and shakes his head, "No thank you. How about you, what have you been up to lately? No more dungeons I hope."

[stilljustandrew]

Hah. No, no more dungeons.

I'm working on a job back home -- there's been a rash of people found dead with all their bones gone. Trying to see if I can research what kind of thing does that.

[balletrat]

*Meg doesn't eat chocolate normally.

Which may be a good thing. Then again . . . who could tell the difference, really?

The notebook scribbles are peered at, with interest.*

[stilljustandrew]

Hey you.

*Andrew tilts his head back and smiles up at her.*

[balletrat]

Hey me, *Meg agrees, and grins back at him.*

Ca va?

[stilljustandrew]

Work for the job back home.

It's kinda gruesome. Wanna hear about it?

[balletrat]

*Meg makes a go-ahead gesture, dropping into the chair next to him.*

If I swoons, *she proclaims, dramatically,* I am sure that Bar can provide smelling salts.

[stilljustandrew]

*in You Asked For It tones* Well, there's been a rash of weird deaths in New York City. The victims are being found with all the bones missing from their bodies.

[balletrat]

- what, like cut open and all the bones actually taken out? *Meg asks, curiously.* Because that sounds like it would take effort -

- I mean, la, sir! Surely you do jest!

*:O!*

[stilljustandrew]

No, that's the weird thing. There aren't any incisions. Or any tearing, or anything. Just ... poof, bones gone.