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[plasthmatic]

[You know what this place needs? More red tape.

So here's Abigail, looking more like a put-together high school student than a working professional in her cardigan and cami set. Something about her just screams 'way too young to be handling important things' while at the same time insisting 'I am going to rat you out to someone important'.

You know the type. Someone smart. Someone ambitious. Someone who's young, scrappy, and hungry.

Someone who can really force a smile, like she's doing right now.]

Hello comrades, Sentinels, and inhabitants of the Fatemarked Facility. Abigail here. Some of you know me, some of you don't, but that's all right. You'll be seeing a lot more of me now that I'm permitted to use the network again. [That's not ominous or anything.]

[Slightly under her breath:] I swear, if anyone else quotes that stupid movie at me one more time...

[Kami may or may not have locked her out of the network with the Dennis Nedry "AH AH AH you didn't say the magic word AH AH AH" bug.

ANYWAY.]

My probation period is over, which means we - [She gestures between herself and the screen with the long end of her pen.] - can get right back to work. [Referring to her paper, she continues:] We have one pairing tonight: Molly Carpenter and Casey Ramone.

Heh. The Carpenters and The Ram- [Not now, Abby.] Nevermind.

Congratulations, Casey and Molly, on your new union. I'm sure you'll be very happy together.

In other news: whoever has been leaving their clothes in the hallway on level four, please report to the lower combat level to collect your possessions or they'll be recycled for training.

[She now starts reading as though the remainder isn't terribly important, letting the words run together or drag out in a display of boredom.]

No, we cannot import this specific brand of ouzo, please stop asking, it does not exist in this universe. Just because one person has a service dog does not mean you are allowed to bring animals into the facility, having feeder mice is not the same thing.

[Snapping her notebook closed, she looks up at the camera, and her broad, forced smile returns.]

Oh, and we need some new volunteers to donate blood on Fridays.

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[catchingwrenches]

There's a lot more Wayne Knight where that came from.

Don't break my toys.

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[plasthmatic]

I didn't -

[She slouches, eyes rolling as she releases a silent huff of exasperation, then both her hands raise in surrender.]

No more Wayne Knight.

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[catchingwrenches]

That's what I thought.

Now who the hell is leaving their clothes in the hall? This place is worse than a damn dorm sometimes.

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[plasthmatic]

Someone with a size ten shoe.

[She makes a puckered face when she says this. She might have tried to 'redistribute' the clothes to herself upon finding them. None of the stuff fit.]

A very small man, a lady basketball player, or a very large duck.

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[catchingwrenches]

Let's hope it's not the large duck. If Howard the Duck is here, nothing will keep him safe from me.

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[dragonaught]

[ Oh. Okay. They're going to have to find this Molly, apparently, and... meet her... ]

... What's so funny?

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[goodgrasshopper]

They're bands. The Carpenters and The Ramones. So it's hi-larious.

Hi, I'm Molly.

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[dragonaught]

Oh. Weird coincidence.

... I'm Casey. Hi. You're my sentinel?

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[goodgrasshopper]

I guess so? It's news to me as much as it is to you. So I guess... surprise. We should probably meet at some point. Try to hash this whole thing out.

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[dragonaught]

Yeah, definitely. Um... where would you want to meet?

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[plasthmatic]

My life. My life is a laugh riot. Are you Casey?

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[dragonaught]

That's me. So I guess I'm... paired now.

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[plasthmatic]

[Dryly:] Don't get too overexcited, now.

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[cisskabob]

How did you get kicked off the network? [Because what the hell. May as well be nosy.]

And--donate blood?

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[plasthmatic]

I broke one of Kami's toys. And I might have said some things people regret.

You know. The usual.

[She brightens and leans forward as though she and Cissie are just going to be the best of friends.]

Right - blood! So, here's the sitch. [She has never watches Kim Possible, but Cissie looks like your typical teenager who grew up on Nickelodeon, so why not try to bond?] I - we - We need donations of at least one pint a blood each week. The more people I - uh - we - can get on a rotating schedule, the better.

Thinking about donating?

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[cisskabob]

Ah, I see. [Cissie's amused, and it shows.] Are you in charge of the donor lists?

[At least, that's what Cissie is assuming the I-we-I-we dance is about. She sobers a little before continuing.]

Sure, I guess. Why not? Is it like, making sure there's a stockpile for emergencies? How dangerous is this place?

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[plasthmatic]

It's something like that. I'm in charge of drawing blood, maintaining the stock, making sure to replenish it every week. Things like that.

But don't worry. It's not very dangerous down here. It's up top that you really need to worry about.

So. Can I pencil you in for ten on Friday?

[traqueur]

I can donate blood.

How did you get kicked off the network?

[plasthmatic]

Broke one of Kami's toys. Might also have said some things publicly and loudly. You know. People get their panties in a twist over a couple of f-bombs and a broken mouse.

[Or what she said might curl your hair, and it wasn't a mouse. Whatever.]

You're the new doctor - slash - sentinel, right? Double trouble.

[traqueur]

A broken mouse?

[Martha just raises a brow, because this story has a few holes in it, but she's not going to press against them.]

And yeah, that's me.

[plasthmatic]

So how's that working out for you? The whole "Do No Harm" thing coupled with mixed martial arts?

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[allthesame2me]

[Alex's smile is more bemused than anything when he finally gets through everyone elses' responses. Honestly, if something isn't locked or otherwise secured from reading/listening to, Alex is paying attention to it.]

The fact that so many didn't catch The Ramones reference is disheartening and I can only thank my mother for raising me on good music. [A wry grin, brow canted slightly as he moves onto the secondary part of Abigail's post.]

Any particular specifications regarding the donations? [He had a strong incling about why blood was needed, but he wasn't exactly human...]

Should we nonhumans exclude ourselves, or should I stop by and leave a 'sample'?

[He raises his brows in question, hoping she catches the drift and hoping he hasn't misunderstood. Granted, he'd still donate to any regular blood draw, but if this was for feeding purposes to another nonhuman, then they might not deal or like the flavor of lycanthropic blood.]

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[plasthmatic]

[Hey, this guy seems faster on the uptake than most people.]

You know, a sample wouldn't be a terrible idea.

[Just for the sake of curiosity, though:]

What kind of nonhuman are you?

[See, if Abigail hadn't been pouting in her room for the past month, she might know the answer to that one.]

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[allthesame2me]

[ Not always, but in this particular case he's pretty sure he's got it figured out. He can't help the wry grin he gives in response. ]

Didn't think it would hurt, but figured I should check before wasting the trip if there was a specific kibosh that I was unaware of.

[ A brief pause, but then he supposed there might be a chance that not everyone had heard of his rampage last month... Granted it was a slim chance. He wasn't quite sure how one might not have heard about the bloody brawl or 300lb murderous feline prowling the halls of the facility, buuuuuut... ]

Lycanthrope. Specifically were-leopard.

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[plasthmatic]

Well, the worst thing that could happen here is you transmit your dis - er - uniqueness to someone here in the Facility. Nothing really wrong there, right?

See you Friday?