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[vance_prime]

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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[vance_prime]

"They're doing okay--oh," says Alyx with a grin. "Incidentally, Gordon and I had an... interesting encounter with a couple of the civilian evacuees..."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Oh? What kind of interesting?" Annabelle asks, curious.

[vance_prime]

"The kind where they were trying to persuade Gordon that I'm not white enough to be in a position of power?"

[aeons_crackshot]

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?"

[vance_prime]

"Oh, you bet your ass they were."

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle grins, knife sharp. "I don't suppose I could get the details?"

[vance_prime]

"I kind of came in in the middle of it," says Alyx. "I was a little ways down the hallway and I heard them talking to Gordon about how they needed to 'preserve their culture' and how a Chinese girl shouldn't be running things here in America..."

[aeons_crackshot]

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?"

[vance_prime]

Alyx's smile broadens. "Oh, not much. I just came in and gave my fiancé a big fat kiss."

[aeons_crackshot]

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."

[vance_prime]

"Oh, man, I wish I'd had a camera there," says Alyx. "And once we were done, I got to tell 'em that Gordon's actually half Jewish..."

[aeons_crackshot]

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.

[vance_prime]

Alyx is giggling pretty hard, herself. We might have to wait a few minutes before the conversation can resume.

[aeons_crackshot]

Quite possibly. When Annabelle can finally breathe again, she grins at Alyx. "I think that calls for a celebratory drink, don't you?"

[vance_prime]

"Oh, the story's not over yet," says Alyx. "About an hour later, I get a knock on my door, and Corporal Shephard--have you met him?"

[aeons_crackshot]

"I've met him," Annabelle says with a nod. "I take it he ran into them too?"

[vance_prime]

Alyx nods. "He ran into them. And then they ran into the wall. Headfirst."

[aeons_crackshot]

"More than once, I would imagine," Annabelle says with a small smile. "Sometimes people can be terribly...clumsy."

[vance_prime]

"Clumsy, nothing. They were both embedded in the wall when I came to look."

[aeons_crackshot]

"I may owe him a drink for that mental image," Annabelle says with a smile.

"Sometimes you just can't get through to people without getting a bit physical," she says with a shake of her head.

[vance_prime]

"I'm not sure if he really 'got through' to them," says Alyx, "buuuut I don't think they'll be bothering us again."

[aeons_crackshot]

"Sometimes that's the best you can manage," Annabelle says with a wry grin. "Them leaving you alone is something, at least."

[vance_prime]

Alyx nods.

"Now, you said something about a drink?"

[aeons_crackshot]

"I did indeed," Annabelle says with a smile. "I'm sure Bar will have an interesting recommendation or two."

Hopefully, working on the map will make for a less frustrating evening if Alyx has a drink to take the edge off.