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Mark raises an eyebrow. "You're not from Antar, are you?" Strange, he doesn't seem to be bothered.

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Bob raises an eyebrow right back. "Never heard of it. Why?"

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"They look like you." He pauses. "Or at least they're blue. Sorry about that." He smiles and stands (at least as much as he can in the blankets), holding out a hand. "I'm Mark."

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"I'm Bob." He shakes the offered hand. Bob's skin is cool to the touch and smoother than human skin; several people have likened it to living plastic. "I'm a friend of Suzi Darley."

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Mark doesn't react, but makes a note of it for future reference. "Nice to meet you, Bob." Mark pauses, thinking a moment. "Suzi's the girl who makes jewlery, right? I've talked to her. Sara, the usual occupant of this room is my fiancee."

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"Among other things, yeah." His smile fades slightly. "She's really upset about this thing with Whistler..."

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"I've been living under a rock lately. What exactly's going on? All I know is there's something about yuppies and funky coffee."

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"Near as we can tell, Bar's been putting contaminated soy products in people's food, and it's been turning people into... 'yuppies,'" Bob replies. "Including Suzi's boyfriend."

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Here's an April.

Peeking in the door.

"Hello?"

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Curling up under blankets is fun.

Especially with a good book.

Especially when that good book is an attempt to refresh every little memory you have about things your new boyfriend has done and said.

April has The Fellowship of the Ring, obviously.

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There's a familiar face.

"Hey, April. You're not going to kiss me again, are you?"

Got to get these things out of the way.

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April laughs. "No, I'm not gonna kiss you again. I think my boyfriend would be displeased."

She's switched to cheek-kissing under the mistletoe, you know.

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Eyebrow.

"And does this boyfriend know you were going around kissing people to begin with?"

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"I didn't have this boyfriend to begin with." she grins. "I sort of kissed him and we got to talking and it all went from there."

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"Really? That fast? Wow. Congratulations."

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Suzi has a bigger book. No, really, when you add in the magnifying glass needed to see the print it is a massive book. Just don't ask her the title, she can't even say the name of the subject right now. She's using a dorsal tentacle to turn the pages.

She still hasn't been attacked with a brush.

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"Th-th-the...s-sor-ry ab-bout th-th-the st-t-tut-ter...t-tofu is m-m-mak-ing p-peop-ple s-s-start think-ing ab-bout m-money inst-tead of th-th-the p-p-peop-ple they l-l-love." She swallows, here, and presses the heels of her hands against her eyes while pushing her hair back with her dorsal and outer ventral tentacles. "Or th-th-that m-m-money is th-th-the w-w-way t-t-to p-prove l-l-love." She says without moving her hands. "S-s-someone s-s-sug-gest-ted th-that a sh-sh-shock m-m-m-ight h-help."

And then she looks up, while the rat that has been following her since she started breaking things (and beating on yuppies) taps her ankle to hand her a glass of something that looks like a mix of green and black teas. It...really isn't, but that's okay. She takes a sip and keeps going "Th-th-they're st-till in th-th-there. W-w-whistler, m-m-m-my W-whistler w-w-as th-th-there l-last n-night."

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April glances over and tilts her head. "Hey, you want to comb your hair out?" she asks. "You've got a bit of an afro going on..."

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