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"I used to tell some of my friends exactly that... when they shot cannon."
"Looks like you still didn't get over Banzai's style. Oh, I didn't, either. This guy just gets on your nerves. As if partying until 3am wasn't enough."

She did her best not to droop again- wouldn't want What' to feel bad. "That's all right. I think we can make do."

"I do think that there really are times when it's inadvisable to use loud noises."

Also, that attitude was shared by at least half of the participants. I coudn't help it if the character who suddenly left after placing a candle on the table was likely to think this way. Nevetherless, disregard the post where you are called.

[[Because it is not obvious exactly what she's thinking. You went beyond reasonable guesses into mind-reading. ;) ]]

"We don't know everyone, much less someone who plays the trumpet. Sorry."

However, if you disapprove, then i'm sorry.

Love, Wik.

She was, wasn't she?

... than testing the reactions of people who lived through WW2 or anything similar," said What'. "Unless they want to give FicPsych extra work, that is."
"Like there ain't enough work for everybody," said South.

"Dangabit," she muttered, then looked up hopefully. "Don't suppose you'd happen to know anyone who does?"

"Wasn't me!" she said, waving her hands and trying not to drop the mug she was still holding (now empty, thankfully). "I'd probably've burnt it all up, anyway, I don't think my control's that fine," she added, glancing at the note.

"Just means practice," Leas told her, coming up from behind.

"I don't need much fine-tuning when we're dealing with 'Sues"

"Testing everyone's response to loud noises would be my guess," he said.

"Or how they'd react to similar situations," Deryn grumbled. "Some 'Sues do seem to fancy guns, after all. Or they could just be trying to give everyone Issues."

"I think they've got enough work without doing that"

[[And as far as I know, Leto's not telepathic even one tiny single bit.]]

After it was over, What' said: "Wow. I think Banzai would have loved this party."
"Quite. A pity he's not there. This is much more epic than any tall ship gathering. The Columbus Race was nothing next to this. Actual fights?"
"Well, in a sense I wonder if it's not better to not have somebody who plays musi...il 3am every night for ten days."
"What', I know you're getting old, turning Vulcan, and all, but going after Banzai??? This is just beyond me."

"There are others who feel the same way as you, and yet they stay here. This is an occasion for all, not just for those who fought. Will you stay?"

Agent Shadowflame slipped in silently. She'd felt that it wasn't her place to come here. After all, she had not been here for the event being remembered.

She was a little surprised at the party atmosphere, but shrugged and reminded herself that everybody celebrated events differently. Finding a corner where it wouldn't be knocked over or set anyone on fire, she lit a single small candle, sticking it to the floor with its own wax.

She hadn't known those involved, but it was fitting at least to pay some small tribute.

Huddled inside her cloak, Rilwen turned to leave.

"Or more people would be able to write 'Statsraad Lehmkuhl' the first time. I'm afraid none of us can play the trumpet," he added when Deryn asked.

"I guess half the room has issues with fireworks... What is FicPsych doing?" he said to nobody in particular.

-and dived for cover. "Will someone tell whoever's doing that that this is not a good time for a re-enactment?" she yelled, to the room at large. (What, precisely, might be being re-enacted she left unsaid.)

"It's just fireworks," Leas said, watching them.

Deryn considered this, then retreated further under cover as the next lot went off. "It's not exactly an appropriate occasion for that, either! Lord. Next we'll someone'll've brought metal." She shook her head. "Least we shouldn't be able to turn this into a muddy field, an' that's not an invitation for anyone to do so!"

"Might be easier if it was part of learning the rest of the language, too," he mused.

At this point, Deryn wandered back over, looking somewhat discontent. "Hey," she said, less than spiritedly.

"Didn't find anyone?"

"Didn't even manage to get a conversation going," Deryn muttered. "You'd think someone would respond to a request, even if it's 'nooo, why would you think that', but no." She looked up at the Trio. "Say, do any of you know the trumpet?"

said What'. "Say whatever you want, I just wanted to point out whatever effects it could have on some people. We ourselves do not mind. And we're having enough fun here as it is, you're not interrupting anything. No, Krisp, you're not asking where his creator is and you're not sporking his ass."
"Feck, how did you know I would ask?"
"I know you, little grasshopper."
"Oh... you didn't say this one for a long time... I was almost missing it..."
"Krisp, stop that. Now."

"STATEMENT: IT IS UNWISE TO THREATEN ME, I AM NOT PROGRAMMED WITH INTIMIDATION SUBROUTINES, THUS IT IS FRUITLESS. CONFIDENT STATEMENT: MY SCANNERS DO NOT LIE, YOU ARE ANDROIDS, NOT MEATBAGS. ELABORATION: AS FOR A MESS, I WAS SPEAKING IN REFERENCE TO ANY MESS CAUSED BY YOURSELVES FOR WHICH YOU MAY HAVE BEEN APOLOGISING. EXPLANATION: I AM PROGRAMMED TO REFER TO MEATBAGS AS 'MEATBAGS', THIS IS AN ISSUE TO RAISE WITH MY CREATOR, NOT I."

The din of the music and partying agents came rather close to drowning out the vending machine turned sentient robot, but he was still audible. After a moderately long pause, there was a beep, and the plug connecting SAVM to the wall outlet withdrew back into him. "STATEMENT: MY BATTERY HAS FINISHED RECHARGING. I BELIEVE I WILL STAY HERE THOUGH, TO DISPENSE DRINKS TO ANY MEATBAGS DESIRING NON-ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES THAT WILL NOT ERASE THEIR MEMORIES, EITHER. SUGGESTION: YOU THREE SHOULD PROBABLY GO BACK TO THE PARTY, I WOULD NOT PRESUME TO INTERRUPT."

Cassie ducked her head slightly for a moment, a rather shy smile spreading across her face. "Um, thanks," she muttered, taking a sizeable swallow of her drink despite her earlier decision to take it slowly.

"I have to agree," she said on looking out at the party and listening to Troy's comment on it. "It's certainly lively, at any rate." Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and pushing her glasses up again - they seemed to have an annoying tendency to slide down whenever she was trying to relax, she'd noticed - she realised that she was getting a bit less sure of her balance.

"Um... Troy? I think sitting down might be a good idea. Honestly, I stay sober for ages, and then all the drink hits me at once." She felt a bit silly, but he seemed sympathetic enough.

Taking another drink, Troy downed it a bit less carefully than the last, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back to Cassie. "Just think you should be careful," he said, smiling again. "Wouldn't want someone as pretty as you getting hurt or just ending up passed out on the floor." Looking out at the partying Agents for a moment, Troy finished his glass. He hadn't expected the anniversary of something so horrific to be so festive, but that was the PPC in a nutshell, he supposed, and it wouldn't seem right any other way.

Not wanting the woman to think he was ignoring her, though, he looked back to her after a few seconds. "Heh, sorry about that, just admiring the view. The PPC really is something special."