Okay, this is embarrassing...

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

Alison and I were involved in something of an incident in New York today. I took her to a bar after sorting out her statement with the FBI re the stalker and the incident at the blood drive, and we got into a spot of bother with some local bigots. No-one hurt (except for them) and the boys from the Bureau are dealing with it, but I thought I should mention it in case of repercussions. Officially I don't think there's a problem - I spoke to Agent Dobrinsky for quite a while on the phone when we got back.

Alison's fine, just a bit tired and worn-out from what turned out to be a far more exciting day than I'd planned. I think the staff here have a barfight curse. And Haroun's not going to let me live this down, is he?

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[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

The more the merrier.

According to my niece, sofa cushions make the best bunkers. Perhaps we can consult with Miles?

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

We can hide out together. Whee!

We most certainly should. He can help with provisions too.

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

Thelma and Louise eat your hearts out?

Your room has the most cushions. Be there in a bit. And yes, provisions most certainly are needed. Good thing our Chief Engineer is also a master sandwich chef.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Phone calls made and woefully cut short. Bath all taken and stuff (the bath in this room is HUGE - which reminds me, I should email Cain about the new digs and the stuff we looked up online).

My room is nothing but cushions. Hrm. You know, I did end up not eating earlier. What kind of sandwich are we talking about here?

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

You know, the joke about wrapping in cotton wool is rather accurate in your case...

Seeing how the master sandwich chef is small, green and currently racing towards you at light speed, you'd best ask him. ;)

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Pbbbbhhht!

I blame the sleep for not catching that one. And that probably means either PB&B or a many-kinds-of-ham-and-salami sandwich. I'm going to ambush the door now I think.