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[herotypical]

[ the locket swings jarringly into action -- like a camera stuck to a pendulum, shuddering back and forth and only occasionally picking up a stern-eyed blonde. ] Ugh. Whose idea was it to glue a webcam onto a necklace--

[ there! steadied. there is first a grimace and then a forced smile and then a flutter of girlish eyelashes. ] First order of business? Those of you still bumming around the Station -- could you tell me how those repairs are coming along? I'm feeling a serious oncoming modernity craving. Like, a gallon of lattes and underwear that doesn't require learning whole new categories of knots.

Second: does anyone know how to make a quick buck outside shilling it for either court? [ she is not a fan of either of the caers. ] Preferably while also maintaining some facade of dignity.

And third and last but absolutely never least: does the name Sunnydale mean anything to anyone? Y'know, anyone other than the someones I've already talked with. [ hey! it's worth asking. doubly so now that it looks like she's here for the long(ish) haul. double ugh. ]

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[smithwork]

[ A bit mucky as he uses the tools on offer at the Station to patch up a rather grubby-looking wall (scorch marks abound!), Hiccup swipes sweat from his brow as he answers the locket. He's on his knees upon a counter, which is a much easier way to work rather than balancing on something with one leg, with expanding foam stuck to his spare tshirt and sporting clumps in his hair. ]

The, uh, kitchen had a bit of an accidental explosion yesterday, but it only took out a small corner. I'm fixing that up now. The rest is still coming along.

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[herotypical]

An accidental explosion.

[ brb taking a moment to process that info. ] Wow. That place cannot catch a break, can it?

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[smithwork]

It might from now on. Actually, it was me that ... put a fork in the microwave. [ :( He's sorry, okay. ] But I'm halfway through fixing the hole in the wall, it should be dried by tomorrow.

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[herotypical]

Gonna hazard something of a guess and assume you were a nuking newb.

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[amplified]

One: It's not like a webcam, so much as it is... mystical image transferrence.

One, a: When you find out, would you let me know? Sitting around Caer Glaem is doing absolutely nothing for my nailbeds.

Two: Depends on your skillset. What are the things that you're best at? I find it's better to have a list of primary and secondary strengths ready for potential employers. Bodyguards differ greatly from seamstresses, for instance

( to the sunnydale question, there's a glimmer in the back of her mind, but it's blocked solidly by THE FOURTH WALL, so she just frowns. ) I'm sorry. You're the first person I've heard use that city name.

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[herotypical]

-- Please tell me they at least have a good vitamin E oil?

[ yes this is the most important thing about all of this. nailbeds. ]

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[amplified]

It's livable. Nothing like what I buy from the salon, but... It works. I've been spoiled in California, so I feel it's unfair to compare the quality here.

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[notyetlegend]

[There's a piece of wood with a crudely drawn circle in the middle hanging from a tree branch, a couple of arrows with their flints buried deep already in it before they're joined by a third before Merida turns her attention to the locket, ponytail of thick curls swinging with the motion as she grins sheepishly, speaking with a thick accent.]

Eheh, we had a little accident yesterday in th' kitchen, but it's bein' repaired now. [Pointed stare in the direction of said kitchen.] I think th' other repairs are comin' along. Cannae say I've heard of a Sunnydael, though there's plenty of valleys around.

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[herotypical]

[ hello, ginger! ]

Ah. So. Were you involved in the now-infamous fork-in-microwave incident?

[notyetlegend]

[Hello, blondie.]

I wouldn't say involved as such, but I got caught in it.

[Gesturing to the black streaks in her hair, which have been shaved down so that they grow back faster before she shrugs.]

It's not like I can read th' instructions either though.

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[rube]

[when ben gets his locket adjusted, it's quiet, but thunder can be heard in the distance.]

I'm at the Station. Things ain't doin' so bad.

[especially considering the wreckage it used to be. he furrows his brow, frowning,]

What's a latte?

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[herotypical]

It's a coffee. Only better.

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[rube]

[the coffee he's used to was never good in the first place.]

Do they do somethin' special to it?

[what does the future do to coffee, buffy. he needs to know.]

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[winterwork]

Huh. Modern women are pretty open about discussing undergarments, aren't they? [He's more amused than anything to be honest.]

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[herotypical]

[ without missing a damn beat: ] You should hear our views on nuclear proliferation, too.

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[winterwork]

Ah. Right, sure. [Jack comes from the 18th century, so he's clueless on the matter.]

What about microwaves? Know how to fix those?

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[trisscuits]

Is that what you would call it? A web...cam?

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[herotypical]

It seems to behave a whole lot of similarly. Yeah.

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[trisscuits]

With the right magic, I suppose anything can work like a webcam.

[Like the mirror she used back home to communicate with the other members of the Lodge.]

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[nowthatsfunny]

Working on that second thing, myself. But it might also depend on what you mean by dignity.

[ Says the older, sharp-faced woman on the other end, a look of careful curiosity on her face. What kind of work are you interested in? it almost says. As though she doesn't quite want to ask it that directly. ]

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[herotypical]

Well. I like to keep my clothes on.

And I refuse to put on any clothes that make me look like giant food. Especially hot dogs.

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[nowthatsfunny]

Clothes do make it easier to stay warm and dry. Also, I don't think this is the kinda place with fast food joints, so you're probably okay on the hot dog suit front.

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[alikeness]

[ knots........ but the quick buck question is really relevant too. connor's subsisted entirely on junk food and living in cramped museum quarters back in LA, and money has never been an issue when he can just take things from Angel. he can hoof it out in the drabwurld by going back to his quortoth roots and hunt animals and shit but man he doesn't want to do that. he misses junk food. ]

You could work as a bodyguard? [ squinting ] That's what I'm doing, anyway.

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[herotypical]

Connor. [ oh you wonderful familiar voice you. even if familiar only by two conversations. she'll take what she can get. ] In any hypothetical bodyguard sitch? I call dibs on being Whitney Houston. I'm no Kevin Costner.

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[alikeness]

Hey. [ she gets an approved Connor smile, which is more like a quirk of his lips. then he just looks confused. ]

...You mean the Robin Hood guy?