Fly By Night, Saturday

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"When there's evil on the attack, you can rest knowing they've got your back. When the world needs heroes on patrooooooool . . ."

Jack is in no way watching Saturday morning cartoons. Nor is that a box of chocolatey-sugary-marshmallowy cereal under the counter that he's surrepitiously munching on.

Fly by Night is open for business.

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After escaping her actually fairly enjoyable detention, Ivanova heads down to the store, almost bouncing as she carefully held something in front of her in an obscuring plastic bag. "Oh, Jaaaaaack," she called, "I've got something for you!"

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Jack looks at her and her bag warily. "This is the part where I listen very closely to hear if that's ticking or not."

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"You'd be listening a long time then," she grins, and in one swift swing of her arm she knocks his captain's hat off, flings away the bag and crowns him with the oversized and extremely glittery Christmas tree hat made from construction paper and love. "Ta da!"

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Jack is supremely not amused. "Were you knocking over the local kindergarten class today? Not like you to just miss a day of work." He sneezed as some glitter drifted down onto his nose. "I am not wearing this ridiculous thing." He reached up and took it off, holding it out at armslength.

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Ivanova plucked it out of his hands and jammed it back onto his head, being careful not to rip it. "You are wearing this ridiculous thing," she told him firmly. "And you have no compunctions about missing a day or several of work. And there was no muggings of ankle-biters. I had detention today and we were getting into the Christmas spirit." She reached into the plastic bag and began pulling out small carollers made of toilet paper rolls and construction paper. "See?"

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He accepted the Christmas tree hat with bad grace. "Hey, hey, hey, don't clutter up the counter with those little - hey, is that me?" He picks up one and peers at it, observing the little captain's hat and moustache on this particular tubeman. "Don't tell me you made all of these and ridiculous hats, too."

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She grinned at the tubeman in his hand. "Yeah, that's you." She turns back to unpacking the hordes of small carollers, speaking distractedly. "And no, I didn't make the hat. Death did."

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Blink. Blink. "Who?"

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Ivanova snickered at his reaction. "Death. You know, tall, cowl, rides a pale horse?" She jazz handed almost absently as she spoke. "But now I'm back, so you can take what I'm sure is a well-earned break, go to Deb's, and get me some pie. I saw it on the specials board when I walked by."

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Jack blinks a few more times, shakes his head, and it actually out of the store before he realises that she's giving him orders. "Hey, I -" He frowned, and took off his hat again. "I'll get you your pie, but I'm not wearing the ridiculous hat."

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Ivanova just as firmly as before replaces the hat and secures the chin strap. "You are wearing the hat. And here." She handed him another tubeperson, wearing a rainbow-striped scarf and a red vest. "Give Deb this for me." She wiggles her fingers at him in a little wave. "Have fun!"