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"Um," Roy looked away with a blank expression. His fingers tightened around the holdall's strap and he held it against him slightly; he'd just managed to get the damn thing closed all the way. "Regulations state that no fewer than two operatives should confront The Scientist under any circumstance. So err... I-I'll go with you."

Roy swallowed then remembered Jackie's order to clean the stuff in her bag. She wasn't his superior officer - they had the same level of authority - but she was definitely scary when mad.

"I have to drop this off at the cleaners, err. You'll-" he paused. Viper was always the hardest to talk to for some reason. His face filled with blood. "You'll wait for me, right?"

Eunmi was asleep, her face buried at the edge of a pillow she was hugging. Being the super asian she was, her xtransceiver was already customized with a melody of her favorite Monochrome Mercy song.

The tone rang several times, but the korean girl didn't wake. D-Vee sat up and stared at her, waiting a few seconds before shoving her. She still didn't wake up. He reached over her to press a button on the device. A hologram appeared, and D-Vee stared at it.

"Smeargle smear smeargle...!" he said again as he shook Eunmi.

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A young woman stretched her arm out in front over her and then cracked her neck. A can of Blue Bouffalant at the base of the stool she perched on in front of an easel. Her long brunette hair was pulled back into a somewhat messy bun and she wore an oversized t-shirt that was tightened around her waist by her smock. A few strokes of paint had found there way to her face, but it was still evident she had a natural beauty to her face - maybe she'd be considered beautiful if she didn't look so serious all the time.

A small blip of a sound came from behind her and she glanced back - a message appeared on her computer screen. She slipped off the stool and stumbled over, her one leg having fallen asleep from the stationary position she'd held for a while over her canvas.

B: Hey, I got the confirmation from my director. He said he'd be glad to support your work.

The woman wiped her paint covered fingers on her pants, ensuring no wet color was still on them before typing on her keyboard.

A: Yeah? So everything is set up then?

B: Yeah, 7pm on [somedaysoon], right?

A: When can I start setting up?

B: Tomorrow at noon - I'll get you the keys to the gallery. It's on Mode Street.

A: Oh wow, Mode St.? That's better than I expected.

B: Of course smile

The woman leaned back and ran her hand through her bangs. She lifted her cellphone - a simple thing, she hadn't gotten around to getting the newest model yet - and looked through her contacts. As an artist, she had professional networking to upkeep, but her list of actual friends - or at least acquaintances was very small. After a moments consideration, she selected one of the contacts on her list, figuring she'd get to all of them eventually.

She swiveled in her chair, placing the phone to her ear as she called Elizabeth. She figured it wouldn't hurt to have someone as influential as her to make an appearance at her art gallery opening. But for every single person in her contacts list, it would probably appear strange that she would even call them. Artemis Rose didn't upkeep her social interactions very well.

((That's racist! xD ))

Eunmi's eyes slowly opened as what she thought were little squeaks came from her wrist. She stared at the hologram a moment and blinked sleepily, barely catching what Henrietta said.

"A party...?" she asked. After a moment of taking it in, she sat upright and ruffled her hair.

"Give me 15 minutes, I'll meet you downstairs," she said and clicked the off button before Henrietta had the time to protest going to a party. Not intentionally, of course, just... well, Eunmi was all about parties.


Fifteen minutes later, asian-miss-diva was downstairs prepped for the occasion. Her bangs parted to the side, the tips in light curls and tied on the side opposite her bangs, make up applied and wearing skinny jeans and a black tank top underneath a ripped up pink fitted t-shirt that said something in korean on it. She was wearing high top sneakers, black with blue laces.

"We gon' partaaay~" she said in a sing song voice, raising one arm higher than the other the moment she saw Henrietta.

"W-wait!" But it was too late. Henrietta sat up on her bed. Fifteen minutes? Weren't they almost neighbors? Why were they meeting in the lobby? Henrietta shook her head. It was strange, she thought.

"O-oh well," she mumbled to herself and she looked over at Melty, sleeping on the head board. She got dressed and met Eunmi downstairs, dressed in her normal shoes, white socks moving up beyond the length of her pink dress, which fell just below the knees. The dress itself ended between collar and cleavage, leaving Henrietta feeling comfortable but cute, or so she thought.

Hair tied back in a ponytail and Melty held in her arms, she noticed Eunmi. Who promptly dropped the bomb. "P-p-p-party!?" Henrietta said, louder than she'd intended. She'd never been to a party, never even been invited. Suddenly she was nervous.

"I-i-i-i c-can't!" she protested.

"B-but Emi, I-i was calling you because I don't know how to t-take my number off of the p-public.... th-thingy." The lingo was mostly lost on her. "I-i don't even know how he has my n-number a-and I've never been to a party before." She looked down at Melty who still slumbered and then back at Eunmi and then off to some corner of the center, clearly nervous. "H-hum, I-i'm no good around p-people."

But what if it was Kijin? She'd woken up with him in her hospital room and he pet her head like she was an animal. Henrietta did not want to be locked in a room with him. Or even in the same city. She voiced this, because I'm too lazy to convert monologue to dialogue.

Then she added, "I-i'll go but if he's th-there.." she broke off then. Did she threaten to leave? She didn't have enough confidence for that, for some reason, she found.

Henrietta nervously knocked on Wayne's door before attempting to slip behind Eunmi.

"Uh, yeah," Eunmi said, tilting to the side to look at Henrietta.

"Just call me Emi," she said, a bead of sweat forming on her brow. She didn't have the heart to try and correct his attempt at her name.

"And I dunno, what are you getting for room service?"