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π™Όπ™°πšπ™Άπ™°πšπ™΄πšƒ "π™Ώπ™΄π™Άπ™Άπšˆ" π™²π™°πšπšƒπ™΄πš ([personal profile] revlon) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs 2019-06-07 11:31 am (UTC)

[ She shoots him a Look at the friendly dig about her dated slang. Yes, Cain, pictures, as in motion pictures. God, she recalls when they were called talkies and that wasn't even too long ago for her β€” a childhood a world and centuries away, yet not to her memory. Time is strange.

Fortunately, she masters her anachronisms at work and with the locals. With her fellow Displaced, she needn't work at the mask. (Oh, there's still a mask, but it's less of one here.) ]


You'd be my first dance partner in quite some time, you realise.

[ She doesn't mean it as a disservice to Dr Wilkes. But a few beats in the middle of a song felt more like a promise for more later than anything else; and they never got that later. Something of a pattern with her, as it happens. ]

I might be a little rusty.

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