likevegeta: (But so far they all think)
[ the watcher hums and haws for a long time over how to do this... he could do a private post, limited just to the people who he knows who need to know. or he could do an announcement to everyone. ]

Hey.

Um... This is just... [ a long pause. he lets out a breath, continuing on in a calmer tone. ] yeah. Warren Mears has gone home.

[ filter to the scoobies; ]
I checked his room this morning and it's all gone. So, um. Definitely gone... D-do we want a meeting or something?
likevegeta: (You want thingamabobs?)
[ filter to the malnosso ]
So, um... Hi. Evil overlord... kidnappers. Uh... I was wondering, um. If we could maybe have a TV? Um. Us at house 24. Oh, and, uh - some video games and a console?

That'd be awesome.

And... yeah. Uh, anything you could spare would be cool.
[/ filter ].

Okay, quick question Luceti. Scifi or fantasy?

I mean, okay, we have a lot of people from all kinds of worlds. The future, the past, totally different ones that don't fit in with anything - but, um, where would your ideal world be?

[ there's a faint ding. ] Also, yeah. Um. Cookies or brownies?

I'm starting to think you need a pink apron with frills to match your kitchen skills there, Betty Crocker.

[ is that a Warren over Andrew's shoulder? why yes, yes there is. ]

I cast my vote for brownies.


[ ASKHJAHSJAH. There's a sharp Andrew-sounding yelp of alarm. A wooden spoon is coming dangerously close to thwacking Warren's head. ]

Don't do that!

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