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Post by Megan on Apr 24, 2016 17:09:29 GMT -5
"That's... plausible, I guess-"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 24, 2016 17:27:21 GMT -5
What was that supposed to mean? A plan was already at work in his brain that was about as brazen as any other way he'd ever found employment, but also slightly more life-threatening.
"Plausible is good," he said, voice faintly edged with desperation.
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Post by Megan on Apr 24, 2016 17:47:22 GMT -5
"What job? I'm not saying she has to know everything-"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 27, 2016 16:29:07 GMT -5
"Washing dishes. Bartending in the dark."
He angrily ate bacon in lieu of elaborating.
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Post by Megan on Apr 27, 2016 17:23:40 GMT -5
"There's a theater next door," Megan said dryly. "Check there."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 27, 2016 17:52:02 GMT -5
It would do, for now.
"Would I get to wear a uniform?"
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Post by Megan on Apr 27, 2016 18:01:37 GMT -5
"I don't know. They mostly do Gilbert and Sullivan. They were about to close, but, well, having Loki's brother next door has been great for business."
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot on Apr 27, 2016 20:59:10 GMT -5
That explained the Vikings, but was only marginally less harrowing than the thought of temporarily sharing space with a professional football player.
"That doesn't sound so bad. It isn't like I don't want to pull my own weight around here--"
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Post by Megan on Apr 27, 2016 22:09:40 GMT -5
"Well, Penzance closes in a few weeks and I think they're starting rehearsals for Dracula soon, so you might as well get in on the ground floor. So to speak."
She looked rather pointedly at his bad leg.
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