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[command_dot_com]

[OOM: Someone prepares... for a little surprise later on. ]

Earlier today Dot asked for some music from the bar, in return she got an MP3 player full of music and secretly...some txt files on a certain subject. She wanted to put on a good show after all.

She had a basket of fried paradoxes which she nibbled on from time to time, and invitation to come and talk if any of her friends, or any new people wanted to go a round of 'talk to the green chick'. The files will be shrunk and put away if certain people or children arrive.

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[command_dot_com]

"...there may be more out there?" She ventured. "Sounds like a big task to try and find them."

[tokilltherose.livejournal.com]

"It's kinda amazing. I met people who had... all kinds of psychic... power. Ability. ...Stuff."

[command_dot_com]

"Abilities, special function commands. Like how a friend of mine has fingernails that can paralyze somebody if she wanted to do so."

[tokilltherose.livejournal.com]

"...Remind me not to cross her," Steve said, raising his eyebrows. "Lucky enough none of the people I learned really intentionally hurt anyone."

[command_dot_com]

"Oh don't worry, she's really easy-going. Her boyfriend however, is wound a little too tight for anyone's good, but he's getting better. ...Sometimes accidents happen with new functions."

[tokilltherose.livejournal.com]

He chuckled. "Yeah, I've noticed. Sometimes the boyfriends are the weird ones. ...Which isn't saying much for my gender, but..."

Steve couldn't help but grin. "My experience is more in the 'crazy girlfriend' vein."

[command_dot_com]

"Oh really? what happened?" Dot leans over.

[tokilltherose.livejournal.com]

"Dee, actually. Joyce. She... found me. Looked me up. And she ended up getting obsessed, almost posessed, by this haunted house that I happened to own. The house ended up... kind of eating her. But only after she'd gone really off kilter." Something he didn't want to really th ink about, but it was a true story all the same. Still was surprised she was gone, sometimes.

[command_dot_com]

"...Wow. ...I ...i'm so sorry." She's read up on possession enough that in her mind, it's on par with getting your body taken over by a virus.

[OOC: I must beg either slowtime or fade, for tis late and I have got work in the morning.]

[tokilltherose.livejournal.com]

"S'all right," said Steve, his smile a little hopeless. "She only wanted me for my house."

((No worries - we can fade or slowtime, whichever you want. Have a good night!))