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[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

[messing with something breakable, possibly yours?]

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[likesavantgarde]

[Cringes.] Where did you get that?

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

Hm? Oh... [points up at a cabinet marked DO NOT OPEN THIS...which is currently ajar]
[turns the object around in her hands] There's some buttons on it, what does it do?

[likesavantgarde]

Nothing really. It only attaches to the nearest thing with a pulse and drains most of it's blood.

[Trying to be calm as not to freak her...]

Listen to me, I need you to put it down. Slowly.

[osharpestwit.livejournal.com]

Miss, please...my collection of blue china is not for playing with. You're as bad as the children with your fidgeting.

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

But it was so dusty... [brushing it off with a pink cloth in her other hand, shining it up and smiling into her reflection]

[totally not putting it down yet]

[osharpestwit.livejournal.com]

[frowns]

I suppose, since I had to let the cleaning woman go. But do put it back when you're finished.

[brazen-hearts.livejournal.com]

You know, Peri isn't going to be terribly pleased to find you mucking about with her snowglobes. How did you get in here, anyway?

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

Oh! [she's been found! drops the snowglobe as she disappears!]

[snowglobe shatters onto the floor, water and fake snow everywhere]

[brazen-hearts.livejournal.com]

Hey- careful, you-! [nearly lands on his face, vaulting to try and save it, but misses both the globe and his nose. Sadface ensues as he picks up the tiny figurine of a snowman holding a banner that states 'I Left My Heart In San Francisco' (Peri would joke that at least he had one to spare afterward). Sadface to lineface: he glares up into the air as he sits up on his knees.]

Where are you, you little imp? If there's an ounce of decency in you, you'll come right back here and repair this. You're too scantily clad to carry a proper transmat device.

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

No! That's my Macbook, put it back!

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

[turning it over in her hands, opening and closing it] It does not look like a book... [bending it open probably too far than is good for it, trying to use it like a book] I do not see any words.

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

[might just whimper when she bends it open like that] It's not a book in the traditional sense... It's a computer, a laptop.

[red-hot-robin.livejournal.com]

*not amused* Lady, why're you raiding my arsenal? *has guns, knives, the occasional bazooka and plastique explosives in there...*

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

Hm? [looks up confused while holding a couple of batarangs and a large knife] I have lost my necklace, sahib. I thought it may have fallen into here...

So many weapons, do you fight often with others? [piles what's in her hands into his arms so she can dig under more stuff]

[red-hot-robin.livejournal.com]

*well, at least she doesn't have any guns or bombs in her arms* This was locked. How the hell would your necklace fall in here?

*thinks she's weird, but eh, he's encountered weirder in Gotham.* I do. I have to protect my city.

[likesavantgarde]

[Cringes.] Where did you get that?

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

Hm? Oh... [points up at a cabinet marked DO NOT OPEN THIS...which is currently ajar]
[turns the object around in her hands] There's some buttons on it, what does it do?

[osharpestwit.livejournal.com]

Miss, please...my collection of blue china is not for playing with. You're as bad as the children with your fidgeting.

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

But it was so dusty... [brushing it off with a pink cloth in her other hand, shining it up and smiling into her reflection]

[totally not putting it down yet]

[brazen-hearts.livejournal.com]

You know, Peri isn't going to be terribly pleased to find you mucking about with her snowglobes. How did you get in here, anyway?

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

Oh! [she's been found! drops the snowglobe as she disappears!]

[snowglobe shatters onto the floor, water and fake snow everywhere]

[notaballad.livejournal.com]

No! That's my Macbook, put it back!

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

[turning it over in her hands, opening and closing it] It does not look like a book... [bending it open probably too far than is good for it, trying to use it like a book] I do not see any words.

[red-hot-robin.livejournal.com]

*not amused* Lady, why're you raiding my arsenal? *has guns, knives, the occasional bazooka and plastique explosives in there...*

[genie-lady.livejournal.com]

Hm? [looks up confused while holding a couple of batarangs and a large knife] I have lost my necklace, sahib. I thought it may have fallen into here...

So many weapons, do you fight often with others? [piles what's in her hands into his arms so she can dig under more stuff]