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Post by Sorcha on May 17, 2008 8:45:37 GMT -5
*Sorcha had converted an old abandoned building into her own personal laboratory--with Mrs. de Winter's permission, of course. She'd needed a place for all the shipments arriving from India, in any case. All her collections, all her studies, all her work was arriving in full crates and being sorted out into her lab.
She peered at a sample through her microscope, making notes in a book at her side.*
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Post by Liam on May 17, 2008 17:14:37 GMT -5
*Liam knocked on the door.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 17, 2008 17:16:31 GMT -5
"Come in!" *she called out curtly in her I'm-busy-doing-important-work voice, still squinting through the lens and not moving a step.*
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Post by Liam on May 17, 2008 17:18:02 GMT -5
*He opened the door and stepped inside, looking appropriately humble. Well, as humble as he ever looked.*
"I came to apologize."
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Post by Sorcha on May 17, 2008 17:29:57 GMT -5
"Hmmm? ...What'd you do now?" *she asked vaguely, clearly distracted.*
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Post by Liam on May 23, 2008 9:15:59 GMT -5
"I came to apologize." *He repeated, pausing awkwardly.* "For before."
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Post by Sorcha on May 23, 2008 9:19:07 GMT -5
"Mmm? Alright, go ahead. Can you pass me that box? The green one with the latch?" *she waved an arm in the direction of a shadowy pile of crates filled with bags and smaller crates and papers and boxes and straw.*
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Post by Liam on May 23, 2008 9:23:38 GMT -5
*He rolled his eyes, handing it to her.*
"Well if you aren't going to listen, I'd do better not to offer myself on the altar of dignity, wouldn't I?"
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Post by Sorcha on May 23, 2008 9:28:41 GMT -5
"Well, sweetheart, it's not really a convenient time for me to oversee a human sacrifice at the moment," *she said, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes as she unlocked the box and flipped open the lid*
"I've promised Professor Arnolds I'd get these results sent off tonight. Ahhhh--"
*she sighed happily, grinning with satisfaction as she carefully pulled a jar from a compartment filled with some kind of preserving liquid and a grotesque-looking beetle with green-blue wings.*
"Isn't he beautiful?"
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Post by Liam on May 23, 2008 9:47:18 GMT -5
"Of course." *He conceded to both comments.* "What precisely is he, again?"
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Post by Sorcha on May 23, 2008 9:57:39 GMT -5
"A rare and relatively unknown genetic mutation in Aromia moschata which makes them turn blue. This is the finest specimen of the mutation ever found. And I caught it," *she said proudly.*
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Post by Liam on May 23, 2008 10:02:51 GMT -5
*He smiled, proud of her, though he didn't know much about beetles. Not much in the sense he knew nothing.*
"Where in India did you find him?"
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Post by Sorcha on May 23, 2008 10:08:39 GMT -5
"About seventy miles south west of where the Ganges meets the Jumna, in a densely wooded area of the jungle."
*She held the jar up to the light for a moment, turning it at all angles before making another note in her papers.*
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Post by Liam on May 23, 2008 10:11:43 GMT -5
"Are we still fighting?" *He asked, without further preamble.*
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Post by Sorcha on May 23, 2008 10:14:35 GMT -5
*At this she finally tore her eyes away from her work and merely fixed him with a flat gaze and a raised eyebrow.*
"What?"
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