Dossier Three

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta is back, sans overcoat, stockings and shoes. She's up to her ankles in water at the Doctor's beach, hugging herself and looking out over the water to try and spot the constellations Hei taught her. Her violin case is nearby on a rock, well out of the water but not out of arm's reach.]

Cassiopeia? ...no. [She cranes around, frowns, drops from the plane and comes back with a rifle scope, which she uses to hunt through the constellations again.] Um. Oh! There's the Big Dipper! Rico would really like this place.

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[mercwamouth]

...What the hell are you doing!?

[Walks over grabs the rifle scope and redirects it slightly to the left]

THAT'S the Big Dipper. Lord, what would you do without me, you poor innocent thing.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Tugs it back. >| ] Is not! That's the Little Dipper, and the star at the end is Polaris. Hei told me.

[mercwamouth]

Well, aren't you just SMART, ya little scamp.

...Hey wait a minute? What on earth are you using? Are you crazy? Where'd you get that!? Jeez...

[Snags the rifle scope and smashes it on the ground. Drops out, drops back in with a much more impressive, high-tech rifle scope and hands it to Henrietta.]

Now THIS is much more appropriate for star-gazing. I once used this to bullseye wamp rats back home. See? Perfect. BOOM! Headshot!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Gapes for a second, and then throws the scope back at him and picks up the broken one.] This is Rico's! Now she's going to get in trouble, and I promised her I would take care of it!

[mercwamouth]

...Oh jeez, well, that's no problem. I got my buddy Weasel working right this moment on something. I'll get him to fix this up for you in no time. Rico will never know.

[Drops out, drops in a couple minutes later with a fully repaired scope]

There, Weasel fixed it in record time, thanks to a certain amount of "motivation" from yours truly.

[Spins a handgun Clint Eastwood style]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[DOES NOT TRUST THIS WEASEL PERSON. Until she inspects the scope for herself. All right, Deadpool. She is satisfied.]

It's very rude to smash other people's things you know.

[mercwamouth]

Sorry, they didn't really teach etiquette where I grew up. Plus I love the sounds things make when the smash. Tee hee.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You smash your scope then. [ >| ] Signore Jean would hit you for treating equipment that way. [Goes back to peering through the scope at the stars.]

[mercwamouth]

[Tail-between-legs-submissive]

Yes, ma'am.