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They cause more trouble than they're worth.

...the urbane British inventors?

Ohhh. No, the pan-dimensional beings. As you were.

Ah. Oh goodness me, what a mess it would be to mix that one up!

I'm sure you wouldn't be the first!

Well. At least I didn't have one of those pop up.

Though really, I was lamenting my lack of access to the sort of extraordinary tech I've seen around. I try not to covet my neighbor's sidearm, but Ive family to protect.

Ah. And you don't have a military in place to wield those sorts of weapons for you?

I'm afraid the local military had their shot and made a terrible botch-up of it. The cult is scattered, none are in custody and they're still coming after us.

What's to say they're not the same?

Extensive analysis.

They both specialize in fooling analysis..es. You never know.

Well, I'll grant that no analysis is infallible. Does your Q have an odd attachment to a balding but handsome captain? Of french descent?

It's always possible. We're talking about James Bond's boss. Q's gotta be pretty good at keeping secrets.

I'm sorry -- James Bond? Is that some sort of property agreement?

...Where did you say you were from?

I didn't. Trill.

...Well. There you go. It's an Earth thing.

Ah. I've been to earth a few times -- it's quite nice, when you aren't in the middle of a riot!

I'm gonna have to agree there. Riots are not the most fun places to be.

But they can be somewhat romantic!

*Squints* Come again?

Y'want someone t'built you cool cars that have oil slick releases an' torpedos?

*perks* You know, that would be lovely. But this time I'm not fighting LA traffic. Just...lacking in enough of an edge.

And I like gadgets.

*grins* I hear ya. I'm a mechanic, an' I love givin' anythin' with an engine a bit more of an' edge.

*her grin widens* Me too. I've never really outgrown my need for cool toys.

I don't work much on engines. I have a great big brute of a fellow named Jake around for that. I do some gunsmithing, some electronics, but...nothing worth making embarrassing high-pitched noises over. So, time to contract out.

My name's Miriam. Den-mum to an improbable group of friends and sometime hero-types.

Ahh, okay, cool. *smiles* Well, if you ever need some additions, feel free t'give me a call. I love to get creative. *hands her a card*

Nice t'meet you, Miriam. I'm Rogue. *laughs* Sounds like a fun group.

Oo! *takes the card, tucks it away and offers one of her own in return, on black vellum* Thanks for that. I think you'll be hearing from me.

Generally, yes, they're lovely. Diverse, bit dramatic at times, definitely multiple silly streaks. Wouldn't trade 'em.

*takes her card, smiling* Y'welcome. Feel free t'call anytime.

*grins* Ahh...I've got a group like that m'self. They keep things from gettin' borin'.

A good team's quite a bit like a family. Including the inevitable adjustments for each other's quirks! I certainly have mine.

Very true. *chuckles* T'be honest, I'm closer with my team than I am t'my biological family.

I think it's a toss-up for those on the team that have families. My partner's son just showed up, and he's proving an asset. When we can tear him away from his laptop.

I'm the only gun-geek. But in our group we have everything from a writer of naughty novels, to a stage magician, to a private investigator with a very unusual clientele. I don't...think I'd do well with a less eccentric crowd.

*Quirks brow* Do I even want to know?

Just feeling underdressed, dear. Have you slept?

*Nods* Understand that feeling.

And yeah I slept.

Good. The Winter clan's down for a nap, except for Morgan, who must have the munchies or something, he's out flirting with people in that exceedingly awkward way of his.

Sad thing... I think Sarah likes him. I've been catching her going out of the way to do things for him. It's really cute.

That is cute. He's...well, not harmless, but certainly as far as she's concerned. Naughtiest thing about him is his writing.

One thing I should mention. Daimon inexplicably came home with marinara sauce in his hair. So either the Vicodin hit right as he was dining at an Italian restaurant, or he was in a food fight.

*quirks brow* have no idea on that one. I might have to pester him to find out. *smiles*

He was mumbling about noodles.

Meanwhile, I ran into Jason Voorhees. Aheheh.

*Shakes her head.*

Wha? Ick... I hated those movies. I'm more of a Freddy fan.

Me too. I uh...dislike zombies. It's the smell. I suppose that makes me bigoted, but...please.

Naw, well not fully.

Some things Febreze does NOT fix.

Oh I know that one... I've had to burn a few of my favorite outfits because of zombie rot.