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six ☼ spam & audio

spam } anya

[Mal goes to Anya first. Of course she goes to Anya first. Pietro, she thinks, would want her to know first - would want her to hold the news for a while before anyone else did.]

[She tracks her down in the library and stands with her legs braced apart, fingers tapping on her hips. There is an edge about her; she is doing her utmost to hover in frustration, rather than head straight into bloody rage.]

Anya.

private } erik

Pietro's gone. Thought you might like to know.

private } barbara

We need to speak in person.

public } voice

Pietro Maximoff has left the Barge. For good, it seems like.

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[She doesn't take that opening. She so rarely does. Instead, she takes a drink.]

Bush politely requests our assistance in an endeavor related to the welfare of his inmate.

[No titles here. Just Bush. And barely that.]

He didn't pass out under the strain?

[She sounds moderately surprised. She tries not to smile as she takes another drink of her beer.]

Shocking. I know. He seemed to manage it quite well.

. . . Decently.

Acceptably.

What exactly is he asking of us then?

Captain Jones appears to have misplaced his heart, and his warden would like assistance tracking it down again.

[...Ruperts.]

I don't suppose they have any inkling of where it might have gotten off to, do they?

[Right. Fucking ruperts.]

There appears to be some doubt as to whether it was actually stolen, or if Jones might just be playing a hilarious joke.

Well, I'd imagine the fact that Bush still lives and breathes, Jones hasn't suddenly discovered a sense of humor.

It could be a very bad joke.

Jones never gave me much of an impression he could develop even a terrible sense of humor.

[Polly takes another drink of her beer before leaning back some.]

I suppose we could lend a hand.

[Because what the hell else are those ruperts going to do without them?]