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Alana ([personal profile] not_a_moonie) wrote2014-02-15 10:56 am
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Room 302, Saturday Morning

Raleigh was still asleep on the floor. Alana considered rousing him, decided against it, and reached for the fat paperback on her nightstand before snuggling back in under the covers. Finding out whether the Robot Duchess was going to learn the truth about what had happened to her daughter struck her as a perfect use of a Saturday morning.

[OOC: Door closed, post open.]
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[identity profile] notajaegerbomb.livejournal.com 2014-02-16 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Raleigh shot Alana a look in case that was an alien thing. Was it? Please say it was.
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[personal profile] not_a_moonie 2014-02-16 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
Alana shook her head. "You can be a Jaeger if you want to be a Jaeger, sweetie," she said, hoping she wasn't promising her maybe-someday daughter life as a pirate or space prostitute. "I was just talking. That's all."

[identity profile] jaegersandwings.livejournal.com 2014-02-16 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
They were very accepting of her future plans.

"Now can we have breakfast?" she asked, flopping down to sit on the bed.

[identity profile] notajaegerbomb.livejournal.com 2014-02-16 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course," Raleigh said, offering her a hand to hold. Look at him take to fathering by acting like a big brother.

Don't worry, he'll be taking pictures to send to Yancy as soon as possible.
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[personal profile] not_a_moonie 2014-02-16 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Definitely, time for breakfast," Alana seconded, and reached for Beatrice's other hand.

Wherever the kid had come from, she was cute and not dumb. Alana might even be kind of into this.
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