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[smokeandcarbs]

[The voice in the psychic network is even and self-effacing. It seems that all babies are safe this time. In fact, it wouldn't be surprising if they were put back to sleep.]

Today I was told that some of you could pull objects out of thin air, and that I could eventually learn those same skills.

Given that my learning will take longer than smoking the rest of my pack, would anyone mind creating cigarettes for me? If necessary, I can work for them. I'm good at changing light bulbs, writing reports and tasting cake. 

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[unapologeticallyaffected]

Jean, you cannot take the tongue. It has a mind of its own. [loftily]

[smokeandcarbs]

I can, however, keep it busy.

[He might be referring to cigarettes, food or something else entirely. He has no intention of clarifying, though.]

.... That was supppsed to be TAME thank you clumsy fingers. XD

[unapologeticallyaffected]

I don't know, I'm excellent at multi-tasking. It's required of a magician.

[Why Jean, are you flirting? Eliot didn't think you had it in you?]

lol. it still works. XD

[smokeandcarbs]

[It's an emergency!]

We will never know for sure if we run out of cigarettes.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

He's not the one making them. Please, Mr. Inspector, please, let me wield my sarcasm with impunity, I promise I won't kill anyone with it! [Eliot's tone is still his usual dry one, though there's a touch of mock-wheedling.]

[smokeandcarbs]

[Jean lets out a faint sigh before adding with his lazy monotone:]

But Mr. Magician, it's your bodily integrity I'm concerned about.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

Do you need to perform a thorough inspection to reassure yourself I am intact?

[smokeandcarbs]

[Congratulations, Eliot. You made him blush, which is not that difficult, as you've probably already noticed.]

You know what I mean.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

[Triumph! Eliot's smirk is damn near audible.] Mmmhmmm. [He draws the syllables out provocatively, then adds, in a more matter-of-fact tone] And it's not like I haven't been punched before for being me. That guy, though, doesn't seem a very likely candidate. He reminds me too much of my brothers.

[smokeandcarbs]

[Eliot doesn't play fair!]

Just because you can take punches doesn't mean you should take them. Besides, I thought being reminded of your brothers was not a good thing.

[...Heck, he didn't mean to think that last part aloud. Stupid psychic network needs a filter.]

[Private]

[unapologeticallyaffected]

Let's not do this again. [Eliot keeps the psychic message just between him and Jean, and his mental tone is clipped and cold.]

[smokeandcarbs]

[Jean is, of course, properly miserable, even if his voice barely shows it. ]

I'm sorry.