[CONSOLE] OPEN; audio; not at the Hotel

[gistful]

I'm out at the markets for a bit. Anything you need?

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[edgeoftheknife]

Licorice. Do they have licorice here?

...failing that, a pony.

[gistful]

They have no ponies, Ravel.

But I may be able to spring for something similar to aniseed.

[edgeoftheknife]

No ponies? What kind of backwater place is this? What do all the young girls dream about then, and draw on their school notebooks? Turtles?

Aw, you're too good to me. Also I think we've run out of this cleaner in the blue bottle.

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[skeletonenigma]

Anton, what are you doing?

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[gistful]

Shopping.

[Obviously.]

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[skeletonenigma]

I gathered that.

[... You know what? No. He's not really in the mood. More in the mood than he was, but still not quite there.]

Never mind.

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[inkulcation]

[?]

You appear to have forgotten where the lock setting is. Or is your age catching up to you finally?

[Her tone could be teasing or could be cutting; it's a little hard to tell yet.]

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[gistful]

It's quite possible.

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[inkulcation]

[A long pause before the next reply, wherein she reviews his very public and very pointless conversation with Ravel and makes the moderately horrifying conclusion that the small contingent of Dead Men here are now enough to begin resurrecting some of their old habits. Specifically, being uniquely and absurdly annoying.]

[Havoc.]

[She has, however, settled on almost teasing by the time she returns.]

Will wonders never cease.

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[theideaguy]

I think you're getting a little low on coffee beans.

[Oh yes that is sarcasm. Dry, dry sarcasm. And annoyance. What is this in his Console Inbox thingamajig?]

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[edgeoftheknife]

Shudder's always been a few beans short, don't let him fool you.

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[theideaguy]

In his kitchen, no. In his head? [Pause.] I haven't dismissed the possibility, really.

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[gistful]

Only ever temporarily.

[Self-filling coffee-beans are one thing: self-filling.]

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[theideaguy]

[He knows. Oh how he knows.]

Well while you're out, maybe you can buy a self-filling jar of mayonnaise and an infinite supply of bread. You know, if you find them on the cheap.

[Seriously, what is Anton doing? Yeah, Sokka's a bit surprised by this, but not enough to stay his sarcasm.]

[merb]

Cabbage, please.

[gistful]

Certainly. Just the one?

[merb]

Well, no, more is better. If they're just slightly off, that'd be great.

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[looksfine]

[In fact, she did. However, the seemingly personal nature of such a request--a choice of language that suggested the you maybe have been singular--gave her momentary pause before answering.]

Was your question meant to be delivered to the general public?

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[gistful]

It was directed to a specific person.

[But it was meant to be delivered to the general public, yes.]

If you've a request, however, I would be happy to deliver them to you.

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[irishthor]

[You can't see it, Anton, but he is squinting so hard at the console right now.]

If you could pick me up a few things? I've got the money, just a bit tied up with a bit of clothing repair.

[And if you could fill him in on this scheme, Anton, it'd be appreciated.]

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[gistful]

[Don't fight it, Shay.]

Of course. What do you need?

[That would give the game away--unless Shay asks in person, of course.]

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[aquanimity]

Nothing in particular, but if you see any nice looking flowers on sale, could you let me know? I'd like to get some to liven up our new housing block.

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[gistful]

Of course. Any preference for colour and scent?

[bigdamnhiro]

[Well this is...certainly something. Given everybody seems to be using the network for big, dramatic announcements lately, groceries seem a little out of place. But whatever, dude. He's not the one broadcasting groceries to the whole city.]

You're definitely missing a wrench.

[Whoops, confession time.]

But uh, luckily you don't need to replace that! Because I did. I sent it with Tadashi. It's probably at the front desk.

[More like sorry-for-losing-your-wrench-I-got-beat-up-accidentally-like-two-months-ago-and-forgot time.]

[gistful]

Ah, I did wonder who had sent it.

[He'd noticed the missing wrench, too, but wrenches weren't his first consideration and he'd done enough digging to believe it wasn't a petty theft. Just a mistake.]

Thank you for alerting me, Master Hamada.

[Read: For owning up and replacing it, even long after the fact.]