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[consultingbishop]

So, hey...

[Hey, Keelial. Remember him? He looks a lot more tired than before, his hair is ruffled and his shirt looks partly undone. It looks like he's sat in the College.]

Anyone noticed the pattern on the Turtle's shell? It's... pulsing. It started like... three? Four days ago? The time between the pulses is getting shorter.

I'm not sure what this means, but... hey. It sounds important, right? I've done some math and, well... I think... [Yawn.] ...I think the pulses are gonna stop in a week or so. If the period between them keeps getting shorter.

Assuming that's what this is.

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[consultingbishop]

[A chuckle, there.]

Thanks, mom, but I'm fine.

[celticromanstone]

[ She wrinkles her nose. ]

Now, darling, don't be cranky. I promise to put you to bed kindly.

[ That last is completely suggestive. ]

[consultingbishop]

Thanks, but no thanks.

[He is going to shift slightly, causing his wedding ring to catch light on the camera.]

Besides, if it's something that's going to be a threat, people need to know, right?

[celticromanstone]

[ Wedding rings mean very little to her. She's seen too many ignore the one they are wearing. So, she chinhands at him. ]

And you've done that. We are well informed, well done. Now, you should sleep. Alone, with someone, doesn't matter.

[consultingbishop]

[Not this guy. For one, Olivia would kill him. For two, he wouldn't be surprised if an alternate version of himself showed up to kill him too.

Nah, he has eyes only for Olivia.]

I should, but I have more work to do. If I don't keep an eye on this, it might explode...

...Or just harmlessly fizz away. Or both.

[celticromanstone]

[ Can't blame her for flirting. ]

And of course, you're the only one to stop such a thing from happening. Despite there being various magic users, as well as perfectly capable people on this turtle. Now, you've said it will take a week or so. Eight hours won't make much of a difference.

[consultingbishop]

[No, he can't. There might've been a time when he flirted back.]

Huh? Oh. No. I'm not talking about the turtle. I've got another experiment going.

[celticromanstone]

And no one else can watch it?

[ It's the nurse in her. ]

[consultingbishop]

I'd rather not. It's not something I wanna expose anyone else to.

[celticromanstone]

I see.

[ She does, actually. ]

I still think someone else could do so, while you rested, even if for only a couple hours.

[consultingbishop]

Nah. It's only going to be another few hours.

[celticromanstone]

And then you will rest?

[consultingbishop]

You have my word.

[celticromanstone]

I'm Heather, by the way. I'm a nurse at the healer's guild. Being bossy comes with the territory.

[consultingbishop]

Peter Bishop. And I kinda figured you were someone medical. The obsessive questioning of my health kinda gave it away.

[celticromanstone]

Concerned, darling. Not obsessive.

[consultingbishop]

Don't those two words mean the same?

[It's said jokingly.]

[celticromanstone]

[ She chuckles as she's supposed to. ]

That depends on the person using them.

[consultingbishop]

Well, I've been known to have an odd sense of humour.

[celticromanstone]

Mmm. So have I. I've always thought that the others not quite smart enough to keep up.

[consultingbishop]

The others here?

[celticromanstone]

Ah, no. Back home. I don't know very many people here.

[consultingbishop]

Oh, yeah? They seem like a friendly bunch.

[celticromanstone]

Oh; there's quite a few that I'd like to get friendly with. But there's been no time yet.

[consultingbishop]

Oh, yeah? [He grins.] Well, lemme just say that I prefer not taking the friendliness past regular ol' friends, if it's all the same?