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fandomtownies2006-01-27 08:07 pm
The Fourth Sin - Friday Night
Benefit of living in an old, creaky, Victorian house?
Gas heating.
Becky was curled up in a chair in the lobby next to a fireplace, a blanket pulled around her shoulders.
She and Miho would have a good laugh when the girls and Jarod got back from fleeing to the school. Ha.
[ooc: Specifically open for someone - YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, OMG - but if you're pretty much anyone who isn't out to kill our girls, you're welcome to stop by and try to take refuge.]
Gas heating.
Becky was curled up in a chair in the lobby next to a fireplace, a blanket pulled around her shoulders.
She and Miho would have a good laugh when the girls and Jarod got back from fleeing to the school. Ha.
[ooc: Specifically open for someone - YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, OMG - but if you're pretty much anyone who isn't out to kill our girls, you're welcome to stop by and try to take refuge.]

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They could make things like opening the door more difficult, but quick and careful digging allowed him to enter the Sin without much problem.
"Hello, Becky," Tick said, his teeth chattering slightly.
[OOC: Special permission was given for Tick to travel in this weather. Because he's The Tick. He can do such things.]
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Tick followed her lead. He had never seen anything but the lobby in the Sin, so this was his first good look around. "This is a really nice place you have here."
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"I actually wanted to talk to you about something if you have a little bit."
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Tick finally took another sip of his coffee.
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She, naturally, didn't believe a word of it. But it sure sounded good.
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"I don't believe that and I hope you don't either," Tick said, putting his coffee on the table. "We're talking about a man who spoke at her memorial service just for a laugh. He wasn't kind enough to spare anyone's life."
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"I should probably get going. I'm apparently not doing much good here and the snow isn't going to get any better. Can you show me to a second floor window? It'll be easier to get out through there than the door."
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"Are we snowed in?" she asked, ignoring the first part. "Okay." She motioned for Tick to follow her up the stairs to her room, and opened the window.
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Tick climbed out the window and turned back for a moment. "If you ever need to talk about anything, you have my number." He didn't expect her to use it, though. "Have a good night. Stay warm."
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