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[brobeforehos]

My kingdom for a boat! A gondola. A flying eagle that can carry me over the canal.

A challenge while we search our respective flats for supplies. Come up with two bright sides to this situation.

private to Charles Xavier;

Apology accepted. The cookies were good, I mourn their loss now.

private to Clary & Jace;

Say I've found drinks in the cupboards that I'm fairly sure I can mix into something fancy. If I impart my wisdom with you, I think any price involving Jace and braids and ribbons is a fair one. Clary, your thoughts?

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[steleheart]

it would depend on the potency of the drinks i guess but i'll follow your lead :D

[brobeforehos]

At least trust me not to put us in jeopardy. We have enough fruit juice to have fun mixing, if anything.

[steleheart]

it sounds wonderful. :) and i have ribbons.

[brobeforehos]

You have ribbons. Bless your heart, angel.

[steleheart]

you should meet isabelle. her room is pink and glittery and super soft.

[ Because Clary's still not used to the whole angelic shadowhunter ting, even if Mae's comment has made her smile. ]

[brobeforehos]

I've got the colour on my hair, that's enough pink for me.

[steleheart]

your hairs my favourite pink thing too.

[theassassin]

1) Everything could be cakes again. 2) Everything could be cakes again and be wet, while being eaten by the tiny hippos.

[brobeforehos]

Ah yes, the 'it could be worse' approach. That's not optimism.

[theassassin]

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[Ha.. well, that's as close as she gets?

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It's Valentine's Day? There should be chocolates?

[brobeforehos]

The former is only considered a bright side by a select few, present company not included.

Yes on chocolates, though.

[theassassin]

I was reaching with that one, I hardly care about Valentine's Day myself.

Chocolates are about the only draw...

[brobeforehos]

I fall under the group of young adults unimpressed by a capitalist plot to sell more and more to the masses in love with being in love. Plus there's the whole drama that comes with being single on this day, like it dooms us or something.

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[unwheeled]

My first directed notification, how grand!

I'm glad you enjoyed them Miss Crawford. I promise if I seem at all distracted it's due to the sudden arrival of my sister, not any insincerity in my apology. I am sorry it took so long for me to manage it.

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[brobeforehos]

You are easily exciteable, professor? Your sister tells me you are one - it explains the lists.

I take it you were not yourself that day?

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[unwheeled]

I am easily charmed, I think is more accurate, but doubtless others (including my aforementioned sister) would agree that 'excitable' works as well.

I am, or at least I aspired to be back home. Here, the Academy does pay a stipend but I've yet to take any students through it's halls. I'm an academic quite possessed with the idea of sharing information I suppose is one way to look at it. Others who know an older version of me from a different world call me Professor, however.

I was not. There was a machine working for Mrs. McGee that apparently took great pride in poisoning various patrons and causing them to become cruel. My friend had secured me to the chair in order to keep me distracted and to give him time to sort out what had happened.

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[brobeforehos]

I take it as a compliment that I am considered charming. Here I thought I would ask for your number, in case there were any more future needs for expressing gratitude.

Your friend - Erik, right? His ways of sorting things out...are creative. For a moment I was worried, I thought you were being- you'll find this silly, I'm sure - bullied. I don't take nicely towards bullies.

But you seem to be yourself again, which is good.

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[unwheeled]

It is meant to be quite a compliment, for you are quite charming, in fact.

Erik, yes. I don't find it silly at all; in fact I'm honored to have elicited such concern from someone I have yet to actually meet. Erik's methods are very direct, but I don't think that he should be called a bully. He gets no particular satisfaction from unsettling others. [Charles you are a lying liar who LIES, Erik is just very specific about the satisfaction he gets from it.] But it is rather in his nature to be unsettling, so there is that. He is a very dear friend, and I'm quite ashamed to have made anyone question his motives.

I am myself again! I am quite happy to be so, truly, and hope to remain this way indefinitely, which assures me that will not be the case at all.

Since you did not ask for my number directly I will be encouraging and give it to you anyway: [1003] is the mobile's number, but pressing seven will redirect you to Erik's queue.

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[brobeforehos]

I have friends who are like that. [And if they're alike then your lie, she can TELL it is one. But this is text, and so he doesn't get to see it.] We've exchanged names, you've sent me cookies; for all intents and purposes, it's as if we have. And it's not even remotely creepy! That's the thing with the City - people...tend to meet other people with far more ease than they do in their world. [and she wasn't exactly shy there either.] But if you mean in person, then you picked a terrible day to express that.

I'll keep that in mind. What would you teach if you could, here?

[synanthrope]

I don't have any boats.

[brobeforehos]

All those cars and no boats.

[synanthrope]

Why would I own a boat?

[brobeforehos]

Doesn't the current state of the City make you wish you did?

[synanthrope]

I would not go out into the water.

[brobeforehos]

No, neither would I.