#6

[lookjustlike]

Well, at least now I know what to do with all these extra cupcakes.

[Filtered to Billy & Tommy]

Um...what is this, exactly?

[ooc: Teddy is way more baffled than he's letting on.  But he does have a zillion discounted cupcakes he bought of Alexis, and will feed them to anyone who wants.  Anything goes.]

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[ofwisemen.livejournal.com]

[ Oh. It's you. Give him a moment to be surprised and not really know what to do... Okay! ]

Hey, girl.

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[velociraptornot.livejournal.com]

Rrrrrrrrr?

[ Old Lace's head bobs. Gert? ]

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[ofwisemen.livejournal.com]

[ oh god it's in my brain again... what. ]

Sorry. This is some kinda stupid trick.

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[velociraptornot.livejournal.com]

[ Old Lace ducks her head and flattens herself to the floor, nudging the device with her snout. ]

Rrrrr. Rrrr. Rrrrrrrrrr.

[ She yawns, unimpressed. Could get stupider. No explosions yet. ]

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[ofwisemen.livejournal.com]

Careful what you wish for.

Wanna give me a clue where you are?

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[velociraptornot.livejournal.com]

[ Her head quirks up. ] Rrrrrrrawr? [ You like explosions. And then dips down again.

It looks like she's going to drop down and take a nap, but at the last moment she instead takes the device in her mouth and gives her head a shake. That blurry bit looks like a house. Those blurry bits look like people. And -- oh hey there's the fountain. Maybe. That last blurry bit did look mighty fountainy. ]

Rraaaaaa. [ Guess. ]

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[ofwisemen.livejournal.com]

Haven't talked to you in forever and you need to be cheeky about it, huh?

Fine. I'm coming. I guess.

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[velociraptornot.livejournal.com]

[ The device drops back to the ground with a clatter and somewhere in the background a woman shrieks out something about a dinosaur before running off. Old Lace just settles back down with a disinterested side glance. She opens her mouth wide for the camera. ]

Rrrrraaaaaaaaaaaah.

[ Whatever, chump. You love me. ]

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[ofwisemen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

[ He'll just tuck the machine away and, uh... You know. Wheel his way over to his dead girlfriend's dead dinosaur. ~TIMELINES~ They're fun. ]

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[velociraptornot.livejournal.com]

[ The dead girlfriend's dinosaur seems pleased as punch with the spot she's picked out for herself in the shadow of the fountain. Despite the hustle and bustle of visitors, nobody seems to be bothering her because, well. Dinosaur. Every so often she quirks open an eye, especially when somebody seems to be wanting to come closer, but then promptly shuts it again when they go away. ]

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[ofwisemen.livejournal.com]

[ Enter: One early-twenties cripple who, after only stopping to re-think this whole thing for a moment, scoots right up to Old Lace and reaches to place a hand on her snout. ]

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[velociraptornot.livejournal.com]

[ Okay, out of all the things she could expect, a early-twenties cripple isn't one of them. At all. So pardon her surprise as she raises her head and stares at him with an expression that is the dino-version of confused.

Nudging her snout forward she experimentally she bats against the underside of his hand, almost like she's testing it. She snuffs loudly through her nose.

That you, boss? ]