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Nov. 4th, 2007 04:21 pmThe door, as is usual, opens on an alleyway in New York City. Overhead the sky is grey. The air is unseasonably warm; Ray wrinkles his nose. "It'd be nice if the planet could remember that this is November," he says. "Okay, Matilda. This is where I came in."
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:40 pm (UTC)About six hours, in fact. ...She was doing calculus. It was fun. She lost track of time.
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:45 pm (UTC)"Ecto, Matilda's a guest," says Ray. "We'll get her something new."
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-04 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-04 11:49 pm (UTC)No, she hasn't heard of him. Or if she has, she forgot. Possibly her ability to forget things like Slimer says something about her.
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-04 11:55 pm (UTC)She tilts her head.
"So. Food?"
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-04 11:57 pm (UTC)Matilda lived off waffles for several months straight. The concept of nutrition is one with which she is extremely well acquainted, but only in the most theoretical of senses.
Also the idea of sacrificial pie makes her giggle.