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Posted by anne13 on Jan 21, 2006 3:22:09 GMT -6
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*Del looks at him strangely.* You can turn your precognition on and off?
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Posted by siren on Jan 21, 2006 3:23:05 GMT -6
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"Uh- Yeah." He says, surprised. "Why?"
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Posted by anne13 on Jan 21, 2006 3:24:46 GMT -6
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I sure as hell can't, mine have been stuck on since I was fifeteen. *Del says astonished, and no longer caring if Dr.VanDeKamp shows up.*
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Posted by siren on Jan 21, 2006 3:26:31 GMT -6
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"You've got precog too? And the weird colours- oh wow!" He's suddenly way more interested in her too.
So of course, Dr.VanDeKamp chooses the next moment to show up.
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Posted by anne13 on Jan 21, 2006 3:29:30 GMT -6
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Dr. VanDeKamp. *Del says noticing him coming out in a second.* Listen Jones, I have to go but I would very much like to talk to you again, any chance I could get your number?
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Posted by siren on Jan 21, 2006 3:32:09 GMT -6
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"Sure- or you could just come to Group." He suggests, as he hands over his number.
"There you are- Jones! Hey there!" Dr.VanDeKamp comes out in time to hear 'group'. "You inviting Delphi to join our sessions?"
"Yep. That's ok, right?"
"Of course." Dr.VanDeKamp is a bit stressed. "We really should be going, though. Delphi?"
"You're leaving your own party?" Jones asks, confused.
"I'll be back." The doctor replys flatly.
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Posted by anne13 on Jan 21, 2006 3:33:28 GMT -6
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Ok sure. *Del says getting up and heading to the elevator and pressing down.*
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Posted by siren on Jan 21, 2006 3:35:17 GMT -6
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Dr. VanDeKamp is stressed, and Jones heads meekly back into the party after quiet goodbyes.
"Sorry about that...." He mutters, as they ride down the elevator.
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Posted by anne13 on Jan 21, 2006 3:37:56 GMT -6
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No it is . . ok. *Del says shakely, apparently the entire night of excitment is catching up with her and the movement of the elevator is not helping. She is a light shade of yellow green.* You seem stressed. . . *She says trying to find a new focus.*
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Posted by siren on Jan 21, 2006 3:39:23 GMT -6
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"And you seem drunk... again. Hard liquor this time?" He raises an eyebrow. "Please don't throw up. Not in the elevator."
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Posted by anne13 on Jan 21, 2006 3:41:49 GMT -6
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Working . . on-it. *Del says apogetically, putting a hand up to her mouth and muttering.* Courtsey of a-Lexus.
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Posted by siren on Jan 21, 2006 3:42:37 GMT -6
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"Ah. An overpowering personality even for those of us who aren't empathetic. I appologize."
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Posted by anne13 on Jan 21, 2006 3:44:15 GMT -6
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*Del would nodd-but stops her self.* Sorry about your party and taking . . you away-from it.
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Posted by siren on Jan 21, 2006 3:45:06 GMT -6
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"Not my party. Just my place." He sighs.
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Posted by anne13 on Jan 21, 2006 3:46:16 GMT -6
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Ethan's party? *Del guesses sympathetic.*
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