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[cantblameagirl]

Warren? Hello, I'm Vala. Before we get into specifics, [LIKE WHY HE IS MISSING FINGERS OH GOD] I'd like to know how long you're planning to stick around.

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[proudofwhatido.livejournal.com]

I'm not Warren, but I'm curious. Why waste your first inquiry on your inmate's time commitment?

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[cantblameagirl]

The other two managed to vanish not long after being assigned.

So who are you, Not-Warren?

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[proudofwhatido.livejournal.com]

Do you think they really had a choice?

Nick Halden, recently arrived warden and former FBI agent.

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[cantblameagirl]

You're right, maybe I should be asking the Admiral. Hm. [She wouldn't mind railing at him. She misses Erik. Just. Not his face. :c And Jack, but he doesn't count because he wasn't an inmate.]

Pleasure to meet you, Nick. Vala Mal Doran, less recently arrived. Did you retire?

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[proudofwhatido.livejournal.com]

It seems fair to harass him about it.

The pleasure's all mine. I didn't retire, no. I just found something more important worth doing at the moment. The Admiral said he could return me to about the same time I left.

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[cantblameagirl]

Then you're not technically a former FBI man, are you?

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[proudofwhatido.livejournal.com]

That's a long and complicated story. I think you might have to have dinner with me just to get through it.

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[cantblameagirl]

Dinner sounds lovely.

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[proudofwhatido.livejournal.com]

Great. Where's your room? I'll pick you up, so to speak, at 19:00.

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[cantblameagirl]

Level seven, room eleven. Like those little convenience stores, with the slushies and the gigantic food.

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[proudofwhatido.livejournal.com]

This is important: what flavor slushie was your favorite?

You're two rooms away. If I believed in destiny, I would say we might have to get to know each other.

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[cantblameagirl]

They come in more than one flavor?

It's really too bad you don't believe in destiny, then.

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[proudofwhatido.livejournal.com]

You're breaking my heart. Of course they come in more than one flavor. There's red, white, brown..

Maybe you'll have to change my mind.

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[cantblameagirl]

Red. Definitely red.

I'll get right to work on that. Over dinner.

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[proudofwhatido.livejournal.com]

Good answer.

I'll see you at seven, if I don't get lost.

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[cantblameagirl]

I'll step out to flag you down. Just in case.

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[proudofwhatido.livejournal.com]

I'll be the one in the Burberry suit.

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[cantblameagirl]

...Which I'm sure is very handsome?

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[proudofwhatido.livejournal.com]

The suit tries to keep up.

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[cantblameagirl]

[She has no idea what Burberry is. :c] I'm sure you make that very difficult for it.

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[proudofwhatido.livejournal.com]

[Neal will be happy to show her the ins and outs.] I do what I can.

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[cantblameagirl]

[Well she does like fashion. Mmhm. Are we going to talk until seven, or should I go powder my nose?

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[proudofwhatido.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, I do have some things to get done before then. Maybe you'll even have time to wash your hair.

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[cantblameagirl]

Oh, lucky me. I'll see you later, Nick.

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[proudofwhatido.livejournal.com]

[Neal exited his room a few minutes to seven, doing a light spin to compliment his mood. He was decked out in a full Burberry suit, black and white, with a thin tie. He had opted to leave the hat in his room since it didn't fit the FBI cover as well as it fit the ensemble overall. With a wide smile and all the confidence in the world, he lifted a hand to knock a couple times at Vala's door.]