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From:

ghostthatlingers

There's leftovers hidden in the back of the fridge.

From:

ghostthatlingers

[She has her helmet and glasses on so that means she can at least shoot off a text in the middle of this event unfolding.]

We need to talk. Now. You're working with Bifrons?

From:

mind_ovr_matter

Unfortunately, Bifrons hadn't been able to set up housing for her house guest in the immediate aftermath of what had happened. But she had a futon in her office she'd been able to set him up on, though she knew it wasn't ideal for comfort and his age. She'd been anticipating hearing back on the issue, but her expectations were dashed when she was called early on the second morning. It appeared that Bifrons had concerns about their employees' safety in the aftermath of Alpha's duel, particularly of their callsigns. Until now being in her household for sanctuary had been enough for them, but they advised her they were sending a guard—for both of their protection. Evidently for now, the good doctor was to remain under her roof.

The guard arrives soon after she's contacted and she lets him in. She imagines the slight commotion that causes will awaken Dr. Church, so she heads to the kitchen to prepare a light breakfast. Fruit and toast should do.

Edited Date: 2014-09-22 10:07 pm (UTC)

From:

bothbarrels

[ When calling out on the network proves to be a fruitless endeavor, North can only think of one potential culprit for her disappearance. Or at least someone he can take some latent anger out on. ]

Where's my sister, you sonovabitch?

From:

ghostthatlingers

What has her life become that this is a good idea. She waited for a local locksmith to crawl out of bed and change the locks on her house and give her a few spares. It's amazing how money can be an incentive to get anyone out of bed at an ungodly hour. Between waiting for the locksmith's arrival and their departure, she's partaken of some of her liquor cabinet.

More and more she's realizing she's not going to be able to get back to sleep, even with alcohol in her system. She's too wired and her argument with Church is continually running through her head. Her head hurts. She bundles up and heads out into the night for fresh air.

If York doesn't have time for her, then she knows someone that will likely make time for her, even at this early in the morning. She's not looking for much right now, but being in the house in the room she and Church shared up until an hour ago isn't appealing. She's heading towards the Director's place if only for lack of a better direction and hopes much explanation isn't needed. He can be aggravating, but he has his shit together more than Church does.

I'm almost at your place. I need some time away from the house.

From:

goddamngrenades

You finallly died of being old and gumby ore r you still alive

From:

ghostthatlingers

She's been trying to keep an eye on him without being too smothering. Staying nearby has been difficult and the house hasn't looked cleaner since she's had a helluva lot of pent up energy to expend.

It's about dinner time and she's got a bowl of soup and some crackers she's bringing up in case he's hungry. There's brief knocking on his door before she enters.

From:

motherfucking_ghost

[Today sure as fuck has been eventful. Y'know what'll make it more eventful? Making sure he has a fucking heart to heart, brain to brain, snark to snark with the Director. Asshole's gotta be around sometime, and Alpha will be waiting for him. To spring into action. Or look grouchy and tired, anyway.]

From:

ghostthatlingers

Today had been exciting, that was for sure. The punch she had taken to her face earlier (and really, how many of those did she fucking need?) was starting to show itself and while such an injury is merely an occupational hazard, at least she learned something from it. A something she needs to discuss with the Director once he's home.

She'll wait until it's later in the evening before camping out in the shared kitchen space with a warm mug of milk.