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<Melati> By the time most people in the mansion either were asleep or at least pretending to be, Melati was still making her rounds. Strolling down the hallway, she walked up to the door of the security room and knocked her knuckle against the frame a few times.
<Melati> "Anyone in the need of company?" she asked. "I brought myself and six more friends." Raising her other hand, she held up the six-pack.
<@Fabian> "Are you room service?" Fabian called out, spinning in his chair to see who had come to give him a break from the most monotonous important job the school had. There wasn't a thing to do and the promise of a six-pack was far too much. "I am in desperate need of company and booze, Mel, glad to see both."
<Melati> "Sorry, forgot to put on my maid dress." Melati smirked and stepped into the room. "Hope you'll have me anyway." She let herself fall into one of the free chairs and pulled a can out of the pack. "Figured you might appreciate it." She chucked the can across.
<@Fabian> "I will definitely appreciate it." Fabian laughed and took the offered drink. "It's a quiet night anyway, nothing's happening."
<Melati> "Didn't think I'd ever say such a thing, but I'm glad about that for once." Melati grabbed a can for herself and pierced the top with the claw of her thumb. "Guess we all know it won't last."
<@Fabian> "No, it can't." He opened it up. "So, social call I take it? I don't think you're especially thrilled to watch cameras."
<Melati> "Only when stumbling into a porn shooting, I'm afraid." Melati chuckled and leaned over, clanking her can against Fabian's. "You're right. Figured I'm not only here to kick ass and take names, but also provide some moral support."
<Melati> "Guess that's what's needed the most at the moment, eh?"
<@Fabian> "If you're worried about me wigging out about anything I can let you rest assured I'm not." Although that mention of Acolytes during the whole ordeal had been an odd feeling. It wasn't the oddest thing Fabian had felt since then, though. "I do need to talk to you about something, though."
<Melati> "Sure thing; anything you like." Melati lounged back in her chair, raising her legs to plant her feet on the control panel ahead. "It's not relationship stuff, though, is it? Because in that case, I can already tell you my advice will basically boil down to booze and hookers."
<@Fabian> "No, while I will always goo for booze I will always associate hookers with Jess now and that just makes the idea of hookers sad." Fabian shook his head. "No, nothing like that, just saw Eddie doing something a bit off."
<Melati> Melati promptly bit her lip when Eddie's name was mentioned. "Yeah, like what?" she asked, taking a sip from her can as she gave Fabian a look. "I mean, more off than usual?"
<Fabian> "...you may want to check with Danger because I'm pretty sure he was going off on a fictional murder spree in a way that wasn't strictly stress relief."
<Melati> "Let me guess... it involved or our old pal Kraven or friendly neighborhood cultists?" Melati let out a sigh, her head falling against the backrest of the chair she was swiveling in. "Guy might be losing it, but I guess you already guessed as much."
<Fabian> "Actually it was Phillipa so I suppose too little too late for him to be aiming for her specifically." Fabian chuckled darkly as he drank. "He was cagey, cagier than usual which is quite the undertaking because I feel like I generally always talk circles with him...which I like because I confuse him but I don't think I should play that game at the moment."
<Melati> "Nah, probably not," Melati agreed, turning her head to loo at Fabian. "I was my usual charming self the other day, and I think he came pretty close to gutting me." She frowned, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Well, I guess that's a pretty normal reaction, but still... you get what I mean, yeah?"
<Fabian> 'I'm with you on this." He raised his bottle. "Thought you should probably know, wasn't sure if it was something i should be unnerved about or not."
<Melati> Melati took a breath and slowly let the air from her lungs again. "Yesh, no idea either," she said a moment later. "As I've said, he's not the most stable leg on the table at the moment. That whole mess has hit him hard, and I mean seriously hard. Not that I'm saying it's easy for any of us."
<Melati> "Fuck, I can even understand him." She eyed the can in her hand. "But I don't think there is anything else on his mind than Cassie's death anymore."
<Fabian> "...but bitches be crazy?" Fabian raised his drink again, waiting for Mel to agree.
<Melati> Even though she did her best not to, she couldn't suppress a slight grin. "Now and forever." She raised her drink in response.
<Fabian> "You have the suckiest job in the school now, don't you?" Fabian asked, laughing again. "To make it easier I promise I've no intention of being one of those crazy bitches."
<Melati> "Much appreciated." Melati chuckled and took another sip. "And I don't know about having the suckiest job. I'm surprised Kincaid hasn't barricaded her down by now." She paused. "Seriously, though, the person giving me the hardest time is mostly myself."
<Fabian> "How's that now?" He quickly glanced back over to the camera feeds, still seeing nothing at all happening. "Speaking of giving hard times though, we don't discuss the fact we're drinking while I'm 'on duty', yeah?"
<Melati> "What do you mean? I don't see anyone drinking." She glanced down at the can in her hand with a puzzled expression. "I mean, this is just beer."
<Fabian> "You're right, my mistake, we merely imbibe liquid bread, our daily bread." Was it okay to make random biblical jokes now? Fabian hoped it was, even ones about food and eating.
<Melati> "Exactly." Melati nodded. "Drinking only starts at wine levels where I'm concerned, or beer that comes in kegs." She checked her watch. "So, how much longer do you have to park your butt on that chair?"
<Fabian> "I'm here for another two hours. Shall we just have our own personal party or do you have to get underway to checking in with the other patients?"
<Melati> "Nope, they can page Doctor Mel tomorrow again." She leaned back in her chair, pulling another can from the six-pack to toss it Fabian's way. "I know how you can make a homemade disco light with three sheets of paper, scissors, and some duct tape..."
<Fabian> "...then by all means, lets get to work!"