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[cautionarytale]

This stupid dog is getting fat. I let it run around, I don't feed it that much. Is there, like, some secret thing I'm supposed to be doing here?

[added after Sexby's suggestion:]

Hey Jackie Boy. Feel like letting me upstairs so my dog can have free range? I mean, it's an innocent little animal - you shouldn't keep it away from the fake sunlight and fresh air just because it's owned by an inmate.


[private to Chekov]

Mr. Chekov? Can I ask you something?


[private to Tosh]

You're a warden who knows about computers, right?


[private to Krycek]

So which is it: Krycek or Artnzen?


[private to Adam]

Sylar's got this plan where we talk to people who know about ships and try to get them to help us figure out how to get to the control room. He's on the Asian chick and I'm gonna talk to the Russian kid. He also wants access to that file I've got on everybody, but I'm not sure I want to give it to him.

And fyi, he's got a hard-on for the cheerleader. Dunno if that's something we can use or if it's just kinda gross.

Comments

Private

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Yeah, what?

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

What're you doing for dinner?

Private

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Hm. I don't know. What are you doing?

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Sitting all alone.

Private

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Want some company?

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

I dunno. Eating with a guy who won't even tell me his name...

Private

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Maybe if you play your cards right, I could be persuaded.

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

A challenge, huh? Alright, I'm in. How about I just call you Krycnzen until you give me something more pronounceable?

Private-- not quite an admission, but close enough

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Look, if you really want to know so bad, you can call me Alex.

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Well, Alex. If you're gonna be taking me out to dinner, I think I should know if you're an inmate or a warden. Should I bring my pepper spray and my guard dog?

Private

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

I would prefer you didn't bring either.

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Does that mean you're a warden, or an inmate who doesn't want to get Maced?

Private

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Does it matter?

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

I'm curious.

Private

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Well, I've got my own questions about you.

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Quid-pro-quo, Doctor Lecter?

Private

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Maybe. Or we could just see where dinner takes us.

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

One thing you should know about me: I'm not the kind of girl who likes surprises.

Private

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Then I guess I shouldn't tell you anything surprising.

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

I can handle one or two surprises. Just try not to attack me with a broadsword or anything.

Private

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

...do you know where I could find one?

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

A broadsword? What would you want with a broadsword?

Private

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

I don't. But it would be a start.

Or do you know where I could find better weapons?

Private

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

You're moving pretty quickly there, sailor. Aren't you supposed to wine and dine me before jumping into the weapons gathering talk?

Private

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Fine. Let's do dinner.