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[ Katniss ]

[Dairine hasn't heard from her in a long time. And while she trusts that Katniss can take care of herself (usually), a vocal assurance would be nice. Especially with Clove still lurking around.]

Hey Kat, how’re you doing?

[ Alan Bradley ]

Just a heads up; I’m coming over. Hope you don’t mind!

((Open to action in the halls of Ira tower and for those in the Bradley residence.))

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That's fine. I'll see you soon.

[Oh good! Because she didn't actually wait to see if he was OK with it. -_-;

It doesn't take long before there's a knock at the door.] Alan! It's me!

[Sam sprints right over to the door to answer it, because nothing could ever go wrong. He pulls it open with a slight smile, beaming up at her when he sees who it is.]

Hi.

Sam--

[You get a slightly admonishing look, little mister. Though Dairine had announced her intentions and her voice was recognizable, there were rules about opening the door.]

Come on in. Can I get you anything?

[Dairine smiles back at Sam, because seriously, what are rules.]

Hi, Sam. How's it going? [A small clicking noise can be heard from the hall as she talks. The source quickly becomes apparent when Spot walks out from behind Dairine on his thin little metal legs. He skitters up to Sam, then stops near the young boy's feet to stare up at the him. Dairine chuckles.] Spot says "hi," too.

[She strolls in after the walking computer.] Yeah. Coke, if you have any.

[Sam glances back at Alan's warning, but then turns his attention back to Dairine and pulls the door open for her. Seeing Spot makes his face break out into a wide smile as he squats down to get more on "eye-level" with the laptop.]

Hi, Spot.

[Alan arches an eyebrow at the laptop. Automated dogs, sure, he's seen - got one of his own, K-9, from the Doctor. But this explains why Dairine was so upset about her laptop back in Paris, he remembers as a memory resurfaces.]

Spot? [He can get her Coke in a second. Right now, moving laptop that both Dairine and Sam seem to know.]

Hm? [Dairine looks up, confused, when suddenly it dawns on her.]

Oh yeah, you've never been properly introduced, have you? Alan, this is Spot, my wizard's manual and friend. [She gestures towards the laptop, which is still sitting near Sam.] Spot, you remember Alan, right? He's the one who lived with me during the Paris trip.

[Spot doesn't move, but a small periscope-like sensor sprouts from his lid, which swivels towards Alan's direction. Looking at youuu...]

[Sam watches Spot carefully, frowning a little at the periscope, but otherwise almost too curious to not try and move closer.]

Did Spot like Paris?

[Well, he met a talking book, so he'll draw on that for experience. He takes a few steps closer.] Hello, Spot.

[He looks back up at Dairine and Sam.] Spot didn't look like this in Paris.

Hello. [Spot answers, his voice smooth yet mechanical. He then turns the periscope so it's facing Sam. The young boy is much closer than he was last time, but Spot stays still. He may even let Sam touch him, if he wants.]

No, Spot didn't like Paris very much. Or at least not Paradisa’s Paris. The castle cut access to most of his programming for the trip, including his mobility and speech capabilities. Which is why he seemed like your average laptop at the time.

[Sam does carefully reach for Spot's top, attempting to almost pet it like one might a cat or dog. He's never really sure what to do with Spot, after all.]

Interesting. I think it's done that before, with different things.

[He'll watch for a moment more before retrieving Dairine's requested drink. He keeps an eye on Spot as he asks:] So what brings you over?

[Spot will allow the petting for a few minutes, before walking further into the room after Dairine.]

So I've heard. [Or read. When it comes to information gathering, she doesn't really differentiate between the two. Dairine sips the Coke a little before breaking out into a grin.] Oh yeah! I've got something for you.

[Sam keeps watching Spot just a little longer before returning to Alan's side.] What is it?

[Sometimes he's too curious.]

[Alan reestablishes eye contact with Dairine, speaking nearly in unison with Sam.] What is it?

Hang on a sec. I brought it with me. [Dairine reaches out into the space next to her, finds her otherspace pocket, and starts digging through it. Alan might recognize what she's up to, but most likely it still looks rather weird, with her hand disappearing into thin air like that.]

Ah ha! [Aaaand after some searching in the air, Dairine pulls out a large envelope! She offers it to Alan.] Here you go!

[Alan remembers the otherspace pocket, but it still seems rather strange.]

Thanks. [He accepts the envelope, opening it to check out its contents.]

[Inside he'll find a hand-made card that says, "Happy Father's Day!" over a sketch of Paris's cityscape. Inside, there is more handwriting, more like a letter than a card:

"Thanks for always being there for me. It's nice to have an adult who is supportive of both my programming and wizardry endeavors. You have watched over me without being overbearing, which believe me, I am grateful for. I know I've said some harsh things in the past, and I'm sorry for that. I did not mean them. While we might not be blood-relatives, I have come to think of you as family.

Happy Father's Day, Alan.
- Love, Dairine"]

It's a few days late, but I thought you deserved something.

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[Alan takes his time, surprised by the card. He doesn't really keep track of Father's Day, hasn't in a long while, only recently remembering it once Sam had given him a card of his own. He certainly hadn't expected one from Dairine, but it was a nice surprise. A slow smile spreads across his face as he reads it.

When he's read it, he closes the card and regards her with an affectionate look. It's a big gesture, coming from a girl as independent as Dairine. And Alan appreciates it. His voice is soft but sincere when he speaks.]

Thank you, Dairine. It means a lot.

[Katniss is... well, she isn't the best at checking in. Just ask anyone who's ever tried to keep track of her. But since this is someone she actually likes, (someone who isn't trying to run her life,) there's going to be a response today!]

Hey.

[She's noticed. Keeping an eye on Katniss was like trying to catch smoke: not impossible for someone like Dairine, but still frusteratingly difficult. Katniss makes those tracking spells look veeery tempting on occation. ...But then Dairine remembers how she felt when she was threatened with one, and that shuts down that line of thought.

Oh ho! A response? What luck! Even if it doesn't tell her much.]

Just "hey?"

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[Dairine]

Action!

/leaps in here? hopefully this is cool!

/always loves Sam threadjacks

/yeees

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Crawls back after hiatus

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Welcome back!

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Super duper late

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Dairine (sorry I'm late!!)

Katniss (no problem)