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Alyx Vance ([personal profile] vance_prime) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2009-12-14 08:35 pm

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Enter Alyx Vance.

She's looking very subdued at the moment, and has a moderately-sized stack of papers under one arm.

"Bar? I need a map of North American rail lines in my world, circa 2001. The biggest one you can get me."

She takes the folded paper that materializes and heads for the biggest table in the Bar. Vance Prime has work to do.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls.]
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2009-12-15 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"So that was where your costume came from," Annabelle says, surprised. "I'd wondered if there was some poor woman out there with that kind of build."
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2009-12-15 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Annabelle's expression is equally dubious.

"I never would have guessed that," she says with a roll of her eyes.
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2009-12-16 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
"That sounds a bit like what I used to do, other than the dying," Annabelle says with a shake of her head. "But I never called myself an archaeologist."
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2009-12-16 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Annabelle tilts her head and peers at Alyx in curiosity. Maybe Alyx will elaborate?
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2009-12-16 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I can do that," Annabelle says with a smile. "Are the new folks settling in okay back home?
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2009-12-16 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh? What kind of interesting?" Annabelle asks, curious.
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2009-12-16 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Annabelle suggests, in Arabic, that those people do something that's not physically possible for a vertebrate.

She sighs. "It figures that they'd turn up, like cockroaches. I take it they were taught the error of their ways?"
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2009-12-16 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Annabelle grins, knife sharp. "I don't suppose I could get the details?"
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2009-12-16 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Annabelle can imagine Gordon's reaction. "He was letting them dig the hole deeper and deeper, I take it?" Annabelle asks with a sharp grin.

"What happened next?"
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2009-12-16 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Annabelle breaks up laughing. "Oh, I bet they nearly had a stroke!" she finally gets out. "I would have payed good money to see the look on their faces."
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2009-12-16 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
At that last bit, Annabelle's laughing so hard that she can barely breath. There would be words, but every time she tries to speak she cracks up again.
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2009-12-16 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Quite possibly. When Annabelle can finally breathe again, she grins at Alyx. "I think that calls for a celebratory drink, don't you?"
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[personal profile] aeons_crackshot 2009-12-16 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"I've met him," Annabelle says with a nod. "I take it he ran into them too?"

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