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obligatory fourth of july post
[HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY EVERYONE!]
[Come to the roof to do American things! Like have cookouts, and eat watermelon. Stay for the fireworks, too.]
[Come to the roof to do American things! Like have cookouts, and eat watermelon. Stay for the fireworks, too.]
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[Raikov steps forward to meet her in the room, and the way he squares his shoulders, it's almost as if he's trying to intimidate her into telling the truth.]
How could a room do--
[He crosses the threshold and, well...]
...
[This is weird because he's pretty sure he had his officer's visor cap and uniform jacket on just a second ago.]
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The moment he steps in and a few of his clothes disappear, a small smile appears on his face. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at him, saying nothing.]
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[This doesn't make sense, and immediately without thinking about it much he exits the room. Maybe...maybe it was just a trick of light or some mind game and...
Raikov enters back in just to be sure.]
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[Well, hm.]
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What on God's green Earth...?
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[In the end, this is the only thing he can really classify it as because nothing is making much sense.]
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[She tears her eyes away from his... 'outfit of choice'. She looks back up at his face.]
Trust me, it's far from that.
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Experimental military facility, then.
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Or it could be an experimental human facility.
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[Somehow, that's even less good. He continues looking around the room, though there's little to offer, simply to not look at Para-Medic. That's not something he wants to see, though he blames her very little if she's ogling him at the moment.]
...Wonder who's behind it.
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[She notices him looking around the room, and cranes her head to look around, as well.]
Everyone tells me that they've gotten used to it. I don't think I could get used to turning into a guy, or singing songs I have no idea about but somehow know every word. [She looks at Raikov will a small smile.] The cinema is nice, though.
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Movies. What else?
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What kind of movies, Para-Medic.
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All kinds of movies. I'm sure if you want to watch it, they'll have it.
/does not salute to Para-Medic
[Is it possible to have whatever in this place that comes to mind? How do they house it, or get it here, or know that someone wants it...?]
DOUCHEBAG >:|
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It's not hard to take my clothes off.It's one thing to remove clothes. Vapors. Something. [He doesn't actually know.] But it's one thing to have cinema on hand!By the way, I like my uniform and want it back. Get it back to me, Para-Medic, if that's who you say you are.
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[With a small sigh, she walks past him.] I'm sure you can find another uniform around here. If I can find proper dresses to wear, you can find your uniform.
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[Which she's sure he won't, but she doesn't think Raikov is the type to enjoy movies anyway.]
I bet if you think of it hard enough, it'll appear somewhere. [She looks over her shoulder at him with a smile. She's glad everybody is up on the roof. Hopefully, nobody will happen to see Jane and Raikov walking around clad in a hallway.]
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That sounds ridiculous.
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Just think about it hard enough, it might show up. [Her eyes carefully check the doors, trying to figure out where the clothing room is.]
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