k39zzz: (Leena)
Warehouse 13 NPCs ([personal profile] k39zzz) wrote2010-07-07 07:11 pm

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Leena's Bed and Breakfast
Unnamed Unincorporated Settlement
South Dakota


It's a beautiful morning in Unnamed Unincorporated Settlement, and Leena and Myka are having tea and conversation. "I know you're feeling lost," Leena says sympathetically.

"What?" Myka asks, a bit confused.

"Artie's past, MacPherson, it can be a bit disorienting, I know."

"I feel pretty clear, actually. Things are the way they are, don't fight it, just go with it. Whenever I don't, I always end up back in the same place, not a good one." The two women share a smile. "Thank you for the tea."

(OOC: dialogue taken from Duped: Warehouse 13)
doyousmellfudge_archive: (dead serious)

[personal profile] doyousmellfudge_archive 2010-07-08 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Artie turns to face her. "I'm only going to say this once. Are you listening?"
claudiometer: looking up from a case file (o rly?)

[personal profile] claudiometer 2010-07-08 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah."
And hoping to hear some instructions, but she is listening.
claudiometer: side-facing surprisedface (well that's not good)

[personal profile] claudiometer 2010-07-08 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
...okay, yikes. She takes it literally on pure instinct, flinching away from Artie and sitting down on... it might be a table.
No need to get testy, old man. Jeez.
doyousmellfudge_archive: (dead serious)

[personal profile] doyousmellfudge_archive 2010-07-08 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
'Testy' doesn't begin to describe it.

"The man will kill you. Kill. You. Understood?"
claudiometer: shifty face is shifty (>_>)

[personal profile] claudiometer 2010-07-08 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Yes, sir."
...but that doesn't mean she doesn't want to help.
Edited 2010-07-08 03:38 (UTC)
doyousmellfudge_archive: (grim)

[personal profile] doyousmellfudge_archive 2010-07-08 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
What she wants is irrelevant. Poking at Artifacts is one thing, but Artie will not let her go hunting after a goddamn sociopathic killer just because she's bored.

Artie sighs, tucks his coffee cup back into his sling, and grabs a croissant before heading out the door. (Fuck it. One won't hurt.)