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12 - 1700 hours - Crew Work. Check.
17 - 1800 hours - Visit Leels in the hoosegow. Check.
18-2000 hours - personal projects. In progress.

Over in the Engineering department, Allen is putting the finishing touches on a small, nondescript device. It's sleek, black, has a lense, and when he engages it, it floats, then zips over his shoulder and down Stacy's halls.

"Control, f, my wife," he murmurs as he saunters after it. He turns off as the device zips on its way and comes to a stop in the Media Lab, where he flops down to wait, either for updates, or tentacles.

In the meantime, he puts on Casablanca. For the fourth time this month.

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Pirogoeth frowned at that. "It would be quite...cruel to take a woman with child, whether or not she is capable in battle."

"In Kuith. Mine family had hired many tutors to teach me several things to prepare for mine future."

"Yeah, well. If you ask me, it's pretty cruel to take a guy while his woman is with child, so I wouldn't put it past . . . whatever's got us."

He shrugs. It's one of those things he frequently stops himself from thinking about.

"Kuith's your, what, city? Country?"

"But at least the chances of the baby being unable to be born do not increase if they take the man," Pirogoeth commented.

"Kuith was mine kingdom," she said. The key word there is 'was.'

"Yeeeah."

He still thinks it's a dick move.

"Stop me if I'm prying too much, but 'was?'"

"It is still rather cold, but not unheard of in desperate times," Pirogoeth said, shrugging slightly.

"I am the last of Kuith," she said, her tone cold again.

"Sorry to hear that."

This is about the time they have reached the Sensorium, so Allen props open the door for the lady.

"Would an illusion of it bring up bad memories?"

"Yes," Pirogoeth said, her tone still cold. She did not want to see Kuith again, not in an illusion.

it wouldn't do her any good.

"My place it is. Basement's soundproof. Not that that's a concern, but, you know, it's familiar."

The simulation that forms as he steps in is of a house just this side of "log cabin," DeLorean parked in the driveway, view of rolling mountains - possibly Appalachia - through the screen doors on the south side of the house.

"Welcome to the closest thing to the Gentry House in several billion lightyears."

Pirogoeth looked around, interest showing on her face. She'd seen some of the things, from movies people had showed her. "It looks nice."

"Thanks."

There are a lot of pictures on the walls - Most of them tasteful landscapes of deserts or islands - some of them people. One of the girls in one of the pictures is clearly a younger Leela, and the redhead next to her appears in other photos at an older age.

"Can I get you something? Beer, soda, day-old pizza . . .?"

Pirogoeth looked around at the pictures curiouslly. "I only drink beer when I wish to ignore idiotic chatter of those around me. It's hardly needed now," she said. An indirect compliment there. "I do not know what soda or pizza are."

Aww. He's touched.

"You seem like the type that would prefer tea." He flips the burner on the stove on underneath an already full kettle. Unnecessary, but comforting. "Sit down. Make yourself comfortable."

There are couches in the living room, and the area around the TV is strewn with Guitar Hero controllers. Very childlike adults live here.

"I do like tea, what I've had of it," Pirogoeth agreed. It was an import that was rare and far between, sadly.

She looked around the living room, pausing at the controllers. She'd been shown the TV and couches, but never this. "Why art there small guitars with no strings?"

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