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Mara: Shut up. *She crosses her arms.*
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*It's a black lab dog.*
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*Something sticks it's head into the popcorn bowl and starts sniffing and eating popcorn.*
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Mara: You're the one that argued...
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Mara: You're a b*tch...
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Jean:... Shut up. *He smiles at her, joking.*
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*She groans.*
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Jean: I hate doctors. I know there's something watching. He just doesn't understand telepathy... *He frowns and looks at Clara.* Jean: Right?
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Jean: Uhm, we need her down here. To see what this thing is...
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Jean: Well, there's this weird thing watching us aaaaannnnd... we kinda need her...
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*TRIBBLE sticks his tongue out at him and leaves.*
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*He looks around, then takes out the comm the Warminds gave him.* Jean: Uh, excuse me? Is Tara ready to come down?
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*Mara passes out.*
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Velal: Well, I believe we're almost there.
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OOC: Go ahead and knock her out. *Mara flies forward with a somewhat clumsy fist.*
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Jean: As soon as it's gone, we can pick up where we left off. *He smiles and gets his own coat.*
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*TRIBBLE disappears, and ,starts fixing the stuff Shadow broke.*
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*She shoves a taco in his mouth and hands him a plate of ten more.* Sari: Now, you two clean up the mess you made, or no more food. Period. *She walks off.*
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*TRIBBLE stops cowering, and smiles, as Sari comes up behind Shadow and tapsnhim om the shoulder.*
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*TRIBBLE turns very slowly as the shadow of Shadowbpasses over him. He gulps.* TRIBBLE: Uh... Hi?
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*TRIBBLE hides around a corner a holds out a frying pan for Shadow to run into.*
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*TRIBBLE leaps out of the chair and runs out of the room.... and his fox ears and tail pop out.*
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*Mara pushes against her in the figure four, showing higher pain tolerance then she has shown.*
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*He slightly shakes his head.* Jean, quietly: It's not human... not well shielded from twilight. We need to leave and get Tara, I can't get a pin on it...
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*Jackson leads her to an abandoned part of the sphere.* Jackson: We're almost there. *** Hmm, a little sour cream? *Tilts his head at her.* *** *TRIBBLE finishes off the last taco in sight.* Uhm... sorry...
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Jackson: I know this little spot on the sphere. There's this fungus there that... that... I can't explain it, you just have to see it. *He stands and motions for her to follow.* *** I know, right? *He smiles at her and leads her out of Sickbay.* *** TRIBBLE: Oh, really? *He laughs.*
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Jackson: All I have to say is, you just caught my eyes. *He sips his drink.* Jackson: What to go do something? *** Come on then, I'll make some... hmm... I know. I'll make some tacos. *** *TRIBBLE looks up from his fifth taco and shakes his head.*
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Jackson: Really? Well, if we don't work out, I guess I have some fall backs. *He smiles, joking.* *** Ten Forward? Or do you want me to make something?
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(Shh! Don't give him hints!)
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(Shh... they don't know who.:D That, and Rattler and Worffan said far worse earlier.)