Blanket Fort - Room 32

[lvpd_sidle]

Courtesy of Collins, there is an abundant supply of food from the restaurant in Santa Fe.

There are cushions, blankets, and plenty of space in which to stretch out.

Outside the door is a sign: This is a Tofu-Free Zone.

And the door is unlocked.

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Entrances

[lvpd_sidle]

There may be people you don't know.

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

Like...everyone but Angel, really. When Suzi shows up she has Ray's Book (not to be confused with Bob's Book) under one arm, circles under her eyes, and the hair style of someone with very, very curly hair who abandoned her brush in her rush to leave.

She's pretty obviously Suzi, though. Everyone who describes her mentions the tentacles.

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[lvpd_sidle]

"Suzi, right? I'm Sara--come on in."

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"P-p-pleased t-t-to m-meet you." She says, and then wryly, "T-t-to b-b-bad it isn't under b-bet-ter circumst-t-ances. Th-thank you."

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[lvpd_sidle]

"Likewise. Please, have a seat. I'm very sorry this is affecting your...boyfriend?"

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[mendanddefend_archive]

Suzi said this would be a good place to get readings on baseline, soy-free humans. So here's a man with blue skin and silver armor, looking around curiously.

"Anyone here?"

[ooc: Out Christmas shopping for an hour or two. Will tag when I get back.]

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[lvpd_sidle]

[ooc: I'll be in and out all day. Work and RL. No worries.]

"Hi," Sara says, not even blinking in startlement. Amazing what living in Vegas and two years in Milliways will do. "I'm Sara."

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[mendanddefend_archive]

"Hi, Sara. I'm Bob." he offers a hand to shake. "This is where the non-infected people are meeting, right?"

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[lvpd_sidle]

"That's right. Nice to meet you, Bob."

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

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

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[mendanddefend_archive]

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

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark's sitting in a corner, a pile of papers on his lap, along with a pocket film projector which he's shining on one of the sheets. Yes, he's screening film.

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[lvpd_sidle]

His fiancee is looking over his shoulder.

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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

Here's an April.

Peeking in the door.

"Hello?"

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[mendanddefend_archive]

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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[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

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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[mitanarchist]

Collins is there. He's the liason between the non-tofu world and those barricading themselves inna fort.

Or something.

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[the_antiangst]

It's a job well done, if Angel does say so himself.

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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

She made it, see? Even if, prior to April getting hands on her, she's got more hair than Dream. "H-hi A-angel."

[the_antiangst]

"Hey. You holding up okay?"

(OOC: May run a bit slow.)

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"Hello?"

Please, please let there be sane people here.

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[mitanarchist]

"Hey man. Come on in." Collins is sane. Relatively. At least in the non-tofu sense.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"Thank you."

He takes a few tentative steps in.

"This is where people are not drugged, yes? Because downstairs is like upper New York gone wrong, with a lot of power walking and chai fraca-mocho-chapo-whotsits and enough machinery to make your ears ring."

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[mogget_cat]

A white head peers in from the doorway. There are more people he doesn't know than people he does, and of the people he does know, at least two don't like him.

Hopefully they'll be able to put that aside in the face of the common foe. Yrael thinks they'd just better be able to deal with him being there.

The white cat pads into the room.

"No soy-milk either, one hopes."

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"I doubt it."

Jack inclines his head in a respectful nod.

"Good afternoon. There might be actual milk, if you felt like a risk."