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[[Millitimed to shortly after the Brawl - specifically, coincident with the cells thread. However, feel free to stretch Millitime as far as you like, just so long as it doesn't cause excessive confusion or universe-destroying paradoxes.

Not the pup's first entrance, but first entrance by this mun. If you've met Tucker before, do not assume I know anything about it.]]

[OOM: Poor, put-upon Danny.]

Tucker's been to Milliways before, but mostly under... interestingly unpleasant circumstances. This time, while he's technically here due to another crisis, the main body of the crisis is over and his only duty is to help prevent patricide. However, he can't very well be present during the first part of Danny's talk with his parents; that would just raise more questions.

Thus, there is a teen technogeek chillin' at the bar, attacking a very large plate of ribs and taking digital photos of anything particularly interesting he sees. (Mostly hot chicks.) Company welcome. (Especially if you are a hot chick.)

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Tucker runs smack into nothing that feels more or less like the gym mats, bounces off, and falls backwards over a chair on his way to the floor. Levering himself to his feet with the chair, he cries, "All right! I'm sorry! I'll erase the pic! Just please, I beg you, don't hurt the digicam!"

Lyrae glanced at the device and thought for a moment.

"Granted."

She set the device on the table, and studied him closely, tilting her head to the side at an odd angle.

"Did you sustain any injuries?"

"Not sure; my right ankle hurts," he says off-handedly. "But the camera's all right?" He seems considerably more concerned with his gadget's welfare than his own.

She rolled her eyes dramatically, and touched two fingers under the edge of his chin. Her lips barely parted for the sharp order.

"Hold still."

Flows of water, spirit, and air wrapped around his ankle healing the very minor injury. That wouldn't be a problem anymore, but it would feel cold.

"There."

"Yow!" cries Tucker, but with surprise, not pain. Then he looks puzzled and flexes his ankle. Painless. "Wow. Thanks."

Then he seizes his camera from the table and cuddles it. "There you are, you're safe now," he coos, "Daddy's got you."

Lyrae just watched him as one might a pet behaving humorously. Crossing her arms firmly under her breasts, she thought about commenting, but decided against it.

Eventually, Tucker looks back at her, although he continues petting the camera. "Never been healed by magic before," he remarks. "I could get used to that."