[thirty eight] A few notes:

[goodgrasshopper]

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My new inmate, Lord Thom, has requested to join the library staff--is this all right with you, Arthur and Chromie?  I know that since Coyo vanished, you've been a little short-handed.

[Private to Martha and Claire together]
I'm about as ready as I'll ever be to see what we can do about my leg, so whenever both of you have time... let me know?

[Private to Cissie]
I may have spoiled your cat while you were in the infirmary.

[Private to Thom, added after she talked to Chromie]
It looks like you're cleared for the Library. Check in with Chromie when you get there--she wanted to meet you.

Comments

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[strangehistorian]

It's more than alright with me! Can you ask him to come speak to me? I'd like to get to know him if he's to be helping out.

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[goodgrasshopper]

Certainly, and done! He's a little blunt sometimes, but I think he'll be all right. If he does cause any problems, though--please let me know.

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[strangehistorian]

Thank you very much!

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[goodgrasshopper]

You're welcome--any time.

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[toldastory]

I'm ready whenever Claire is.

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[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

So ready. Where should I meet you guys?

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[goodgrasshopper]

It seems like the infirmary would be the place to go, if that's okay with everyone, and they aren't too busy.

[Filter.] - spam, logging, or assuming, bb?

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

I can be there in ten to fifteen minutes.

[Filter.] Any of the three works for me

[toldastory]

Yeah, I'll set us up in the infirmary in the surgery son we have privacy.

[Filter.] Me too! Um--spam, then?

[goodgrasshopper]

I'll meet you there.

[Aaaaand ten minutes later, Molly arrives: cane and all.] I'm going to be pretty glad when I can get around without this thing.

Spam.

[toldastory]

[Martha is already in the infirmary, and she's got the things she needs on a sterile tray covered with a drape cloth. She smiles when she sees Molly and nods.]

Me too. We need to have a game of football.

Spam.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

[Claire comes in at the tail end of Martha's declaration and teases her.] And by football you mean soccer, right?

[Honestly, she thought calling soccer football made more sense and that American football should be called...well, something else. Tossball? Throwball?]

Spam.

[goodgrasshopper]

I hope so. I don't think I could manage a touchdown to save my life--not without cheating with illusions and veils, anyway.

Spam.

[toldastory]

Pfft, what you Americans have isn't football, you don't even throw the ball for it. [Martha was clearly teasing back, and she smiled to Claire before brushing her with her elbow.]

Football is much more civilized than rugby.

[One hand was placed on Molly's arm.]

Are you ready?

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[giftedtwin]

Chromie. Of course, I'll speak to her.

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[goodgrasshopper]

Thank you. I'm sure you'll get along wonderfully. She can be relentlessly cheerful. [There might be a wicked smirk accompanying these words.]

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[giftedtwin]

[He's not even going to bother touching that. :|]

[cisskabob]

Only "may" have? I'm proud of your restraint.

[goodgrasshopper]

...Okay, I probably did. You might have noticed that he's a little glazed from the 'nip.

[cisskabob]

That does explain why he's basically been passed out on his cat tree all day. I'm glad you both had a good time.

[goodgrasshopper]

We did. I'm perfectly happy to catsit again, if you need me to. I think we bonded.

[cisskabob]

Trust me, you are definitely my first choice for catsitter. You're his favorite.

[goodgrasshopper]

The feeling in entirely mutual. How are you feeling?

[cisskabob]

I'm okay. Really. Headaches mostly gone and everything.

[goodgrasshopper]

I'm really glad to hear that. No more Morphine?