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kim bauer,
meg giry

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*Meg wanders downstairs and into the bar, coffee mug in hand and tutu around her waist. And everyone subsequently dies of shock.*

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His head remains cocked, and though it would probably be in character of him to do so, Reg most definitely does not suggest that perhaps the girl is a parody of her friend Christine. Or blondes. Nosirree.

Oedipus!

"So some really are as clueless as they say?"

*Everyone loves random mentions of Oedipus!*

Even more so. *Meg winces.* You can hear the exclamation points at the end of every sentence.

Reg shudders in sympathy. "I'd heard of people like that, but I never knew they actually existed. You have my profound sympathies."

Beat.

"... maybe you could build an exclamation-point-extractor and use it on her. Or something."

She's not the worst case, either. *Meg sighs.* I mean, I'm used to dealing with brainless Operatic types - you just sort of pat them on the head and lead them around, and she's at least sweet.

But look at this.

*She hands over a note.*

It's, like, death by exclamation points.

Regulus does not say "Oh sweet Moses" because he wouldn't know Moses to say it. Instead he settles for reading the note and then staring for a few moments.

"Exclamation point-extractor. Really. They seem like they could use it."

Maybe it's some kind of code, *Meg says, rather dubiously.*

"We can only hope."

Each exclamation point stands for - er -

*Meg tries desperately to come up with an explanation.*

Another ahahahaha?

Reg snickers despite himself.

"It might well. Although I can't imagine the girl you described being so terribly addicted to ahahahahas."

Well, maybe she is secretly laughing at us all, *Meg offers,* and disguises it in her exclamation points.

"Perhaps, perhaps." Reg nods sagely.

At any rate, *Meg adds, with a sigh,* she's going to need taking care of, I can imagine.

"Oh?"

She faints, *Meg explains,* at every opportunity.

Reg blinks.

*Meg shrugs helplessly.*

It's an Operatic thing.

Reg nods, still blinking. "Er. Right then. I'll trust you on that."

Just be glad you don't work in an Opera House, *Meg says sagely.*

"I shall be, then," Reg says, and nods sagely.

Possibly with a dash of season salt thrown in.

*Meg throws in some pepper with the comment,* 'course, they seem to be intent on bringing Opera to Milliways, so.

"True enough. Such things can sometimes Not Be Avoided."

Audible capitals are fun.

*They are!*

Especially situations that are Fraught With Melodrama.

"True, true. And melodrama is Contagious, after all."

It Spreads, *Meg agrees soberly,* like Melodramatic Wildfire.

"And perhaps one day it will break away from the whole after an Earthquake of Calamitous Proportions."

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