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FT: We are the Trigon of my tag, it seems,
FT: And set ablaze the fates and almanacs
FT: That tell the future to a lesser man.

HD: Why, Poins!
HD: Some lesser men rely on those fortunes
HD: I know a few who consume them with breakfast
HD: You are a knave indeed to destroy them so wontonly

FT: With break-fast? Why? WOuld they fain go about all day
FT: Being unfortunate, as they ate up their fortune
FT: At the first light?

Edited 2013-02-13 00:18 (UTC)

HD: You've caught me out again
HD: I have no idea

HD: Where are you?
HD: You'd better not be talking to me while you're in the brothel

FT: There is a brothel in this place, and I don't know it??

HD: I am not aboout to show ytou the way
HD: Fibnd it yourpself

HD: And fort the love of all thatd's holy
HD: Don't tfell me anything

FT: Art thou so startled by the news
FT: That Poins would visit brothels, that thy tunmbs
FT: Have fain forgot to hit the narrow spot
FT: That lend their use to letters?

HD: If that was innuendo then so help me

FT: So help thee who, my friend, about what innuendo?
FT: Oh, but there were a way to use this thing to smile!

HD: That would be ghastly
HD: Sending smiles to one another
HD: Where are you?

FT: In my chair, seated in a room that's underneath a roof.

Autor immediately stands up and looks around.

HD: Oh?
HD: And what occurs in said room?

HD: (You'd better not have made it to the brothel already)

FT: Ahh, so there is one, truly?
FT: I must find it! But not this very day.

HD: And why is that?
HD: Yesterday you were drinking water
HD: Today you won't go a-wenching
HD: You're starting to worry me
HD: Have you seen the merits of ora et labora at long last?

Edited 2013-02-13 11:44 (UTC)

FT: There's other fish to fry, and fowl to catch
FT: That's rare and precious, and cannot be found,
FT: In every world, on any working day,
FT: So I would fain pursue the novelty
FT: While I may have it!

HD: You saucy, tickle-brained scoundrel!
HD: You are up to something
HD: I knew it
HD: Which poor soul has caught your trickster's gaze today?

Edited (more to go on!) 2013-02-13 12:15 (UTC)

FT: None yet but thou.

HD: Given that you're not in the room, that worries me.
HD: Are you up in the rafters, perchance?

FT: Then look around thee, ere thou worriest more.

I can't use the T-minus to track him down, he thinks, frowning. There are too many here. Unless...

He stands, ready to sniff out his quarry.

HD: Mark my words, miscreant
HD: I will find you

HD: test
HD: test

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Unless he has heard it in Milliways, Poins likely won't recognize the first chords of Debussy's Claire de lune, but Autor suspects that the timed chimes will lead straight to the man. He sets out after his prey.

Edited (I flunked music) 2013-02-13 22:01 (UTC)

Poins stares at the device, wondering why it sings.

HD: test
HD: test
HD: test

And Autor's so excited about getting close to the source that he just about slams into a stranger.

"Oh!" he says, mortified blush already blooming. He looks at the floor. Or the ceiling. Or his T-minus. Anything but her; he's bad at apologies.

"Er," he finally mumbles, sheepish, "sorry."

She smirks at him.

"Right," he says. "So. I should go."

He keeps his head down and his eyes glued to his T-Minus as he tries to step around her.

She smiles, and looks at him with simpering eyes.

But at the same time, she extends her foot in secret, as to trip him up as he is fleeing.