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There's an Ace, in the bar.

Actually, she's curled up in her favorite comfy chair, near the fire.

She looks knackered. Saying goodbye to a friend after dealing with your distraught wizard husband will do that. She probably didn't sleep last night.

She's trying to get it together for tonight. Maybe something stronger than the cocoa she's drinking will help that.

((Summary: Ace talks to Barry, who is happy Ace is not still Klarion-ized. He and Ace talk about the not-joy of being a hero's wife, Tonk's disappearance, and Sara needing to talk to Tim. Ace kindly does not cheer on the Barry/Sara OTP, even though she wants to very much.
Ace meets Akito, who wants to know what a Dalek is. Ace's brain breaks at the image of a Dalek doing counselling, and Ace is not a nonvocal, one-handed dead jedi master.)

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"M'Ace. No, just meant they're really big. For pepperpots." Though, when she thinks about it, she doesn't see any reason why they couldn't cause earthquakes. They cause all sorts of other damage, so why not?

Akito's image of a pepperpot is something along the lines of one of the tall pepper grinders used in restaurants. So he's making some interesting faces as he tries to picture one of those sized up to 'really big' scale.

"Well, whatever they are, they've gone into relationship consoling." he shrugs. He's busy trying to decide if she just introduced herself as 'Mace'.

... At least she doesn't look like a dark-skinned, closed-mouthed jedi.

"Relationship..." She stares, stunned. That... is a very, very, very painful mental image.
"Please tell me you're joking."

Akito is terribly helpful. "No, really. See?" He circles back around to the notice board and taps a finger on the notice (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/5756501.html) a few times. "At least I think it's for real. I guess it could be some kind of joke. Are these a widely known group of... pepperpots?" he has to ask.

While he's back there he gets a look at the back of her jacket. 'Ace', ah, right. That sounds more likely.

Ace stares. For quite a long time. Dear. Lord. Almighty.

"There's one in the bar." She finally says, faintly. "Bernard said he got it to change it's operating procedure. He's created a monster."

Akito takes a couple of moments to remember. "Bernard is the, uhm. Guy who runs things, right? Around here?" He's pretty sure someone mentioned this to him when he was looking around for someone to talk to about a chef's position. "He reprogrammed it somehow?" The mental image quietly swaps to 'giant pepper mill with a psychatrist's couch alongside it'.

Frankly, that isn't improving matters at all. He still looks confused. Accepting that this is weird, but mildly and politely confused.

"He... I dunno, I tried not to inquire too closely, since I don't want anything to do with the creature, unless I get to blast it. But he told it, basically, to either behave like a civilized being, or get thrown in lock-up for the rest of its life."

She pauses.

"Personally, I like the latter option."

He manages to at least look sheepish at that, "Ah... sorry I brought it up then."

Still, he glances over at the flyer, and then shakes his head and steps away from it. "It's a good thing I'm not in bad enough shape to try for that then. Thanks for the head's up."

She shrugs.
"Might be good for a laugh, if it really can't shoot anyone. I'd just be careful - they really, really like killing things. People. Whatever isn't them."

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