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endsthegame) wrote in
fandomtownies2010-09-20 09:17 am
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Stark Industries, Monday
Most of Monday morning was spent cleaning up the wreckage left over from a few stray zombie piranhas that had wrestled their way into the building. Ender went about it diligently, putting computers back up and reattaching wires-- then headed up into the apartment to sort a few things out there.
By noon, he was back behind the desk, thinking about the extra space upstairs, wondering whether he had the courage to try and see if the Formic Queen in Special Collections was really real; to bring her to safety.
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By noon, he was back behind the desk, thinking about the extra space upstairs, wondering whether he had the courage to try and see if the Formic Queen in Special Collections was really real; to bring her to safety.
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"Afternoon..." he greeted, trailing off a bit awkwardly as he realised he'd never actually got the other boy's name.
[ooc: headed for bed, but i will ping when i wake uuuup.]
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He sounded a little amused, but not meanly so.
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There were chairs there. Hence.
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Smartass.
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It was Fandom, so it was not a very strange thing to ask.
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A few folds and he handed the hat over. "Never say I never gave you anything," he said.
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omg modder. "On the other hand, I don't think I have a hat head, anyway."no subject
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