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[whattaprick]

Two things.

First, did anyone else plant the seeds the Ringmaster gave us after we got back from Hell? [ How many of the new people even know they've been to Hell??? Well whatever, it's not like it's a big secret or anything. ] They grow fast -- mine's already fruiting.

I want to try something, so let me know if you're up to donating some of yours for an experiment.

Second, engineering's working on getting a training yard set up in the forest. It's not all done yet, but there's space for sparring, exercise, and target practice if you need it. I expect to see all nightrunners out there, but anyone else can drop by if they're interested. Only rules are "don't kill your co-workers" and "you break it, you fix it."

I'll be there in the mornings if you need me. Strange, you can come by later, but don't think you get to slack off just because it's performance week.

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[stillwinningthehardway]

[Her voice flattens.] I survived when I was supposed to have been killed. Then I kept doing it. They aren't looking for me, specifically, but I'm on that list.

[whattaprick]

[ Kind of an unexpectedly serious answer, but then again... ]

Better keep your name to yourself, then. That sort of thing has power.

[ Idly, he wonders if the Ringmaster allowed her to go by 'Scout' on her contract or not. ]

It's got something to do with what you told me before, right?

[stillwinningthehardway]

Without my surname it's not unusual. Ask me in person sometime. And then just use it for trouble or if you're poking at me, all right?

[She knows him well enough to know he'd do that.]

Yeah. [Scout's tone is guarded.]

[whattaprick]

Fair enough. Don't get pissy if you change your mind later. [ Teasing, mostly. ]

Guess I'll have to ask you about that in person, too.

[stillwinningthehardway]

Yup. I'm a big stickler for that kind of thing. If you can't complain about someone's breath, it's just not as real.