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bitchprince) wrote2010-03-25 08:49 pm
bitchprince) wrote2010-03-25 08:49 pm
Room 325, Thursday Afternoon
He'd sent Francine a message the moment the idea struck; it was something for Support, after all, and Arthur wasn't going to flaunt around someone else's successes. There was little he could do outside right now, though-- at best, he could set off on a mission to chase the creatures down to their source later on.
Right now, though, he was thinking strategy. Staring out his window, squinting at the lay of the land he could get from there, and browsing through the maps for the rest of it.
He placed a few more calls and texts here and there to see what people were up to. Just in case.
The researches had best figure out what this was and soon.
[[ i am going to bed soon, so massive SP, but if you feel like he'd call/text and you want to respond, have at. likewise for if you want to visit; door's open ]]
Right now, though, he was thinking strategy. Staring out his window, squinting at the lay of the land he could get from there, and browsing through the maps for the rest of it.
He placed a few more calls and texts here and there to see what people were up to. Just in case.
The researches had best figure out what this was and soon.
[[ i am going to bed soon, so massive SP, but if you feel like he'd call/text and you want to respond, have at. likewise for if you want to visit; door's open ]]
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"Necessary," Kennedy agreed with no small amount of grudging, "but boring. So, meantime, I'll get to work on that patrol thing. Something to do is better than nothing."
[[whee, headaches make for crappy tags from me. -_-]]
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