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[Henry stands with the sea stretching out behind him, wearing a frown on his face. His tone of voice is sharp and his words are direct.]

Guardsmen, report in. Tell me what pieces of this splintered city surround you and who is with you on your island.

[He keeps it short. The sooner they work out who is where, the better, and this
is the quickest means of finding out.]

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[circumitus]

[Rey wouldn't expect any different from Nick.]

Should probably do something about the fish, too. Would suck having to just flush the little guy down the toilet after all this.

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[synthedick]

Hope you don't mind having them around the Speakeasy for a while.

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[circumitus]

[Pfff.] I'll live. Tripod's hung out with me before without getting in the way that much.

["That much."]

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[synthedick]

[Knowing how Tripod is around Rey, Nick doubts he could keep the cat from getting in the way even if he tried.]

I'll swing by later on tonight. We'll try not to take up too much room.

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[circumitus]

[Hell, Rey wouldn't put it past the cat to try and swim his way towards the south island.]

It's a big place, Nick. Doubt you could take up much room if you tried.

...Not that that's supposed to be a challenge.

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[synthedick]

And here I was planning on moving my entire desk into the Speakeasy.

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[circumitus]

Not like there isn't extra space upstairs now...

[Ouch. And that's only because Firo is gone; that area back there was his own little crash pad.]

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[synthedick]

[Too soon, Rey. Even Nick knows that.]

You sure it's all right to move in there?

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[circumitus]

Don't see why not. At least until this shit blows over. It's better than the cellar if you're looking for some peace and quiet.

[Not that Nick needs to worry about comfort, but it's all psychological. Rey wants to make sure her dad is okay, okay?]

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[synthedick]

[And he just wants to make sure she's okay. It wasn't as though Firo was just some acquaintance; he was a friend, and now he's gone... as they all might be, some day.]

Beggars can't be choosers. Thanks, Rey.