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Post by skybright on Apr 8, 2007 23:26:43 GMT -5
Daws shot the former mobster a halfhearted but fond smile. "Tough guy." She murmured, then reached for another carrot with a shrug.
"Okay. 'll leave Proteus a message today -- which means I should see him tomorrow. And if I have to talk to Cole, I should be able to do that by the week's end."
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 8, 2007 23:46:24 GMT -5
"Great. Uh..." Sid shot Daws and Vance a significant look as Miriam and Tara returned with the cold vegetables. "...So I was thinkin' that if we bought this mutie bar--with some a' that money Cole's got for the Spook relief, I mean--we could give 'em some good jobs. An' I can handle the business end of it."
Vance caught on that it was Sid's way of letting Tara know part of what was going on, without the fact of who was behind it. He nodded, slowly but sagely. "Yeah... that's a pretty good idea. We oughta see about that."
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Post by skybright on Apr 8, 2007 23:55:12 GMT -5
Daws shrugged one shoulder. "The bar business is a bit outta my league -- but it seems like an okay idea as far as I can see, too."
Then she grinned. "Anything to help get the Spooks outta Padre's hair. Not that he's got hair, but you know what I mean. He's a good guy, but even his patience must have a limit somewhere."
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 9, 2007 0:10:06 GMT -5
"How d'you think poor Rog feels?" Vance remarked. "He's not used to having kids in his building. His life's gotten a whole lot more hectic since they moved in, and he's losing good money letting 'em stay there rent-free. Once the Spooks are out of Our Lady, we'll have to find homes for his 'guests', too--and the sooner for his sanity, the better."
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Post by skybright on Apr 9, 2007 0:21:11 GMT -5
Daws grinned crookedly. "It may be too late for his 'sanity', Jerod -- I think he lost track of that when he started running around with you."
She shrugged. "We'll find a place for them all eventually -- don't worry."
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 9, 2007 21:38:02 GMT -5
"Have they found out who burned down the Spooks' homes?" Tara asked innocently.
Sid flinched slightly. "Uh--no, sweetie. Not yet." His expression hardened almost imperceptibly. "Whoever it was is gonna get theirs someday, though."
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Post by skybright on Apr 10, 2007 21:41:59 GMT -5
"You got that right, Sid," Daws muttered blackly, attacking the carrot in her hand with added vehemence. "What goes around, comes around -- and I hope it comes around but good on that guy."
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 10, 2007 22:35:08 GMT -5
"Say, long as I've got a crowd of--uh, creative people around," Alex spoke up from the sink, where he was de-boning a small flock of thawed chickens, "maybe I can get some ideas. I need to think up some new acts. Anybody got any suggestions?"
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Post by skybright on Apr 10, 2007 22:47:41 GMT -5
Daws grinned and pondered for a minute. "Well . . . what about a barroom scene? Y'know -- guy pining after his lost girl or something?"
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 10, 2007 22:53:17 GMT -5
Alex made a silly face, sticking his tongue out halfway. "You know what an old chestnut that is, Daws?"
Miriam laughed. "Don't look at me. All I know is labs and autopsy rooms--and I don't think you could wring much humor out of that."
The entertainer's face scrunched a little more, then lightened again. "Hey, there is an idea in that, though. A doctor bit." He grinned at Daws. "I could get Caddy to give me plenty of big medical words. You know how I am with tongue-twisters!"
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Post by skybright on Apr 10, 2007 23:02:25 GMT -5
Daws laughed. "Oh, that'd be something, all right. But you're bringing it on yourself if you ask Caddy for medical terminology and then find out that you can't get him to shut up again."
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 10, 2007 23:07:58 GMT -5
"I'll take a risk," Alex grinned.
Vance shrugged over the pot of potatoes he was peeling. "I'm biased, of course, but you could always do an Army number."
"Melody in 4F? Already done that." Alex grinned and lauched into the first verse of a nearly unintelligible song that seemed to have something to do with an old-fashioned draft board.
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Post by skybright on Apr 10, 2007 23:16:15 GMT -5
Daws laughed brightly and shook her head, glancing at Miriam. "How on earth does he do that without his brain seizing up on him?"
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 10, 2007 23:23:45 GMT -5
Miriam grinned. "Lots of glucose."
"Well, the voice trick helps," Alex admitted. "I can't do anything too exotic, or I'd give myself away--but it makes it a whole lot easier."
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Post by skybright on Apr 10, 2007 23:37:52 GMT -5
"Yeah, I suppose it would at that." Daws grinned. "I know I'd lose track of what I was saying and end up tongue-tied, that's for sure. Caddy might be able to keep up with you, though -- if you plugged enough coffee into him beforehand."
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 10, 2007 23:44:55 GMT -5
"Hubert an' his gourmet java'd be plenty a' help at that," Sid grinned.
Vance snorted. "You could do a coffee buzz number, Foxy. Nobody better suited for it than you."
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Post by skybright on Apr 10, 2007 23:49:15 GMT -5
Daws grinned. "Yeah, I could see that. Alex Malone, the human jumping coffee bean. It'd definitely be good for a laugh."
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 11, 2007 0:00:15 GMT -5
"I'm taking notes," Alex replied with a grin. "Hey, what about all your weird cases, Daws? There's gotta be some ideas in that."
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Post by skybright on Apr 11, 2007 0:14:52 GMT -5
Daws chuckled. "Oh, sure. Take your pick. I've had guys seeing aliens, guys seeing Elvis, guys who thought they were Elvis . . ." She thought for a minute. "I've had a guy hire me to find his missing library books -- ten years after he lost them. And . . .well, it's not precisely a case, but there's a woman in my apartment building who calls her husband every ten minutes to ask him to pick up something else at the store -- and makes him repeat back the whole list every time she calls."
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Post by Jordanna on Apr 11, 2007 20:26:34 GMT -5
Alex gave a short laugh, then mock-sobered and put his hand over his heart with a melancholy look. "The perils of the hardworking, henpecked husband, alone in the wilds of the supermarket." He snickered. "That is an idea."
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