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[claudiometer]

So not long after Myka left for Dubai to pick up a rerouted doohickey from Warehouse 2 (seriously, how did that end up in Dubai?), another ping came in. Ulysses Grant's flask, missing lo these many years and last heard from sometime in the '40s, has resurfaced.
In Fredericksburg.
Just in time for the local Civil War reenactors to get their cannons on.

This is gonna be fun.
Artie was going to send Claudia and Steve by themselves, but Joshua cut him off mid-rant and pointed out there are two camps to any good reenactment, and if this flask is as Bad News Bears as Artie was in the middle of insisting, it's a four-person ping, the better to find it before someone else decides they're living the war. So there's that, at least. But Claudia's hoping she can polish off the write-up of the de-aging nonsense before she leaves.
Go go gadget Millitime, where she can write the stupid thing, not waste prime packing time, and have a sandwich while she's at it.

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[a1enzo]

Enzo is parked at a table with several windows open showing apartment listings.

It's a tough decision. He's starting to look like he might be ready to resort to a random number generator.

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[forgottenmotley]

The Fool is back in the bar after having not been around for a bit. We're sure people were enjoying the respite.

But now he's back, crouched by a table and watching something on it intently. It's a square cube about two inches around the color of cranberry. And the cube is slowly inching its way across the table. It runs across a pea and absorbs it.

Watching it, the Fool leaves a trail of peas for the cube to follow.

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[wild_colts]

Some days, in the summer, there isn't quite as much farming work to do.

You don't get a prize if you guess what Almanzo has been up to today. When he comes in, he's covered in blue juice, down his front, and all over his hands. Also he's got a big basket of blueberries and huckleberries, which he occasionally dips into and noms another one.

There's plenty of blueberries to share if anyone else wants one. In the meantime, he sits at a table and picks off the stalks ready for his mother and sisters to make jams and pies.

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[souffle_girlek]

(OOM:

What is,is not,though it could be a line in someone's poetry
it's up to me
to open up my mind and see another unreality.

And if I do,will you come too,
to hold my hand?
~John Edward Smallshaw

Warnings for disassociation.)