Eighth Theory [Voice]

[i_speak_softly]

Filtered to Molly and Raine Sage || Extremely Unhackable

Molly, Miss Sage - I've redrawn the blueprints.



The major change is that I gave up on the missiles, the generator, and the defensive capacities of the fort. Even with electricity, I wouldn't have been able to make them work. But, I found someone who can cast a magical barrier around the playground. He just needs everyone who should be allowed in to write down their own name. Miss Sage, if you could work on that list... ? There's no hurry, since we need to actually build the playground first, but it will take some time and we should get started.

Ah... I also put in floodlights; it seemed like a good idea...

What do you think, Molly? Does this design meet primary objectives?

Comments

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

It's not bad. I got it under control.

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[i_speak_softly]

Raph... No offense, but "I got it under control" are rarely reassuring words, coming from you.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Gee, thanks. [He gets up out of his seat.] Food's ready.

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[i_speak_softly]

[This conversation is not over, my dipsomaniac brother. Only postponed.]

[When Raph comes back, Don takes a slice of the pizza.] So you haven't been here before? Who did Mike go with, then?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[Raph only shrugs, taking a greedy bite out of his sub. He seems to be taking out some frustration on his food.]

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[i_speak_softly]

[Okay, awkward silent mealtime it is, then. The pesto is pretty good, but Don only gets through two slices before he isn't hungry anymore.]

Can we take this home? ... Or are you just going to eat all of it?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[By that time he's worked his way through the sub and has just started his first slice.]

Donnie, you ate like nothin'. Just finish it so we don't hafta carry it home.

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[i_speak_softly]

[Geez, bro, no wonder you're gaining weight.] No, I'm done. We have an oven now; I can reheat it tomorrow.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Fine. Can't wait 'til this day's over anyways. [He grumbles, flipping the pizza box closed and snatching it off the table as he stands.]

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[i_speak_softly]

[Well, okay. Not quite the leisurely, catered-to experience he was led to believe took place in these kinds of fine dining establishments. Another dream shattered.]

[He brushes the crumbs off his hands, tosses back the last of his soda, and follows Raph out.]

Do you want me to carry that?

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

I can handle it, Don.

[Yes, that sentence was way too snappish to be about pizza boxes.]

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[i_speak_softly]

Fine, then. You just seemed strongly opposed to the idea of carrying things home.

[Or to the idea of acting responsibly in matters of your own life.]

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

Quit makin' such a big deal outta everything! I can carry the stupid pizza.

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[i_speak_softly]

[He holds his hands up in the "I'm not touching this" gesture.] You are in charge of the pizza, Raph.

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[meanandgreen.livejournal.com]

[He grunts and continues stalking angrily toward home.]

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[i_speak_softly]

[Don just follows. Excellent job taking care of that pizza, bro. Next week you might graduate to a flour-sack baby.]