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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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[notadisappointment]

Anyone here can learn to make cake or cigarettes so it's not bragging. It's part of the nature of the Liminal Space.

Geez, with an attitude like that, you'll end up annoying everyone.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

End up? [amused sounding - Eliot is very used to not being the most popular kid on the block]

[notadisappointment]

There are those who will definitely try to get along with you even if you're being annoying.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

Really? Is that how it works? Tell me more!

[notadisappointment]

No need to sound so sarcastic, dude.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

I'm afraid I have to disagree - it's absolutely vital in these sorts of circumstances. Self defensee and all that.

[smokeandcarbs]

What my friend Eliot is trying to say is...he's going to be in a much better mood - and perhaps a little less sarcastic - if we can get more cigarettes.

[No need to be jelly, bro. You know you're my favorite.]

[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.