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[greatlightother]

[You get treated to some Beatles again today, friends. Only in the background, though. It's that kind of day.] For once, I don't actually have anything to say about that. Well, that hasn't already been said. It was awful and terrifying enough the first time that something like this came along and I really didn't want to repeat it. I couldn't even bring myself to fake it.

Or fight against it.

So if anyone was looking for myself or Petronilla, we were both fine. And unaffected.

Also, I hate asking the Admiral of anything so trivial, so...if you happen to keep any extra lamps or candles around, can I make use of them?

Not you, Doctor. I have enough of your lamps. I don't want to take any more.

[Friends Filter - This is a pretty open list at the moment...]

It's terrible timing but...today is a relatively mild day for me. Which...actually might be good. I'm the worst about wanting distractions more often than not, but if you need something now, I can do it. A drink. A swim. Coffee. Tea. Something. I know that...whatever it was...has to be hard.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

...ew.

They might not be here.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

Why? Did you eat them?

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

No. Why-nevermind. Because the flood might have taken them away when it changed.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

But --

But it was mine.

[pause.]

Will you go check and see if it's still there?

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

I am not checking to see if there is a jar of olives in my room, Petronilla. [Long pause while she checks anyway.]

No. It's not here. Go get another one.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

[You can hear the wibble - CAN YOU HEAR THE WIBBLE?]

But - but...

I wanted it!

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

If you ask me nicely, I'll go and get another jar for you. If you ask really nicely, I'll even bring it to you.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

[...nnnnnngh]

Svetlana...Svetlana, loveliest warden on the Barge, will you please get me a replacement jar of olives? I crave them, and it would make me very happy.

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[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

A little much on the flattery, but alright.

I'm on my way.

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[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Svetlana. I appreciate y- [...no, not there yet] this.