Fencing Club: Salle, 5pm

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter was looking perhaps a bit under the weather, but he was in the salle and setting up at 5pm because wild horses couldn't have prevented it.  He nodded at the other students.  "Good afternoon, all.  I don't actually have much to say so go to it.  Pair up or not, and so make sure to stretch out first."

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Hey Door," Willow said with a wave.

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[notajar]

Door rests the swordpoint on the floor, which is a welcome relief for her shoulders, and waves back. "Willow!"

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"How are things in the land of girls who are not me yet are still named after nouns?" Willow asked.

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[notajar]

"My pigeon finally came home!" Door says happily. "Who is also named after a noun. And is sort of a girl."

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Yay for that!" Willow said. "Did she have a nice trip?"

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[notajar]

Door snickers. "Apparently my...er....guardian shouted at her because she clawed his coat. But she was very impressed by the boat that she either saw, was seen by, or possibly ate."

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"...your pigeon eats boats?"

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[notajar]

"My pigeon has a unique concept of grammar and sentence structure."

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Well... pigeon," Willow said. "To be fair, grammar can be hard enough on the humans, let alone birds."

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[notajar]

Door shakes her head. "No, I mean Pigeon grammar. It's a robot, and its language file is...interesting."

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Robot pigeon!?" Willow asked, delighted. "Has she met Bridge's robot dog?"

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[notajar]

"Probably? Bridge built her. I don't if he formally introduced them, but it would seem like the polite thing to do."

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Willow said. Her shoulders slumped. "I thought you came pre-pigeoned. I didn't realize he'd made her for you."

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[notajar]

"She doesn't actually do anything robotish like Bridge's dog that she totally handwavily met," Door tells her. "She just carries messages and acts like a pigeon."

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"That's still good," Willow said. "I don't have any pets, robot or otherwise. Well right now I have fruit flies but we don't have that kind of relationship."

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[notajar]

"Mine's not really meant to be a pet," Door admits. "But it's hard not to treat her like one." She raises an eyebrow at the fruit flies. "Do you, er, need help getting rid of the flies? I think they make a sort of sticky tape for that..."

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no thank you," Willow said. "I'm breeding them for an experiment."

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[notajar]

"Really? Are you trying to grow bigger, better fruit flies?"

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"I'm trying to determine if alcohol influences them to make poor decisions about their partners," Willow said.

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[notajar]

Door snorts. "If they're anything like humans?"

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow grinned. "Exactly! They'll go from survival of the fittest to waking up in the morning and writing really embarrassing entries in their diaries."

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[notajar]

"Do you think fruit flies keep diaries?" Door says curiously. "They'd have to be quite small. Wee, even."

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"But that's not an indicator of quality," Willow pointed out.

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[notajar]

"True. Though they might be difficult to read, if you're planning on using that as your evidence of poor relationship choices."

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"I could use a magnifiying glass!" Willow said, always happy for an excuse to do that.