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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 17:21:08 GMT -5
"It's a lot...plainer than I imagined."
*She sighed as she looked at the plain gold band.*
"People will think I'm married."
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Post by Peter Petrelli on Jun 15, 2007 17:27:01 GMT -5
Mohinder was less confusing.
"Anyone going to explain the guy in the cloak and why it didn't even cause a second glance from anyone else in the room?"
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 17:34:28 GMT -5
"The...uh...ringwraith?" *She cleared her throat.* "Well...uh...he kind of fits in with this crowd."
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Post by Peter Petrelli on Jun 15, 2007 17:36:29 GMT -5
((And now I have to hit the store. :-( Sorry I'll be back in a hour or two.))
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 17:41:24 GMT -5
((S'ok. I've got my fingers crossed that the internet will be working tomorrow.))
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Post by Peter Petrelli on Jun 15, 2007 19:21:21 GMT -5
((*Is back and squeeing over the happy foodie*))
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 19:31:13 GMT -5
((The what?))
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Post by Peter Petrelli on Jun 15, 2007 19:33:16 GMT -5
((I have lots of yummy food and am a total foodie.))
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 19:38:19 GMT -5
((Niiice. We've nothing supper-ish in the house and mum just made nachos for herself and was like "...yeah I'm not gonna make any for you, you're leaving in twenty minutes."
Which I kind of am. Emergency babysitting. For some super-cute kids.))
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Post by Peter Petrelli on Jun 15, 2007 19:42:00 GMT -5
((Ahh.. Larva. Kids either love me and can't stop giggling or they're terrified and can't stop screaming. It's usually the latter.))
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 19:43:36 GMT -5
((It's been a while with this family. Last time I babysat they had one kid. Now they've got three.))
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Post by Peter Petrelli on Jun 15, 2007 19:52:35 GMT -5
((Did have a cute kid giggling at me in the check out line. But it was still in the spit bubble stage so that could have just as easily been gas.))
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Post by Parisa on Jun 15, 2007 21:12:52 GMT -5
*Parisa slipped inside, glancing around hopefully and wondering if there was anybody she knew here.* *Lucien walked over to Parisa and grinned, knowing that she wouldn't make a scene with her mother in the room* "May I have this dance?" *She looked up at him, ready to come back with some snappy retort, when she noticed her mother.* No, no, no...I can't let her notice me...ugh. *She smiled at him, dripping with fake charm* Of course, monsiuer.
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Post by Kris on Jun 15, 2007 23:39:49 GMT -5
((No worries--I watched the last three tonight.))
"Oh. Well, there shouldn't be any fish-biting. I'm pretty sure. And Emily, they can't assume you're married if they can't see you."
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Post by Erik on Jun 15, 2007 23:41:44 GMT -5
*Christine turned to face him* "Erik?" Ye gads, she's talking to me! What do I say? What do I want? What possessed me to come here?"Christine, Erik is very sorry you saw what you did. He--I... it was not meant to happen that way."
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