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Who: Scott, Ami, Isabel, NPC Ripley
When: About 1:45 p.m.
Where: Cafeteria (non-Reading Room)
Invited: Everyone
Status: Complete

Sweat was beading on Scott's forehead from the minimal effort of nudging boxes and cans of food into a pile with House's cane. He was coping fairly well until Ami returned, easily carrying two suitcases and his computer bag with Blaise's in-shape body. Scott scowled before he could hide the expression.

Ami jogged up to him, laying one hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong, love?" He still wasn't used to hearing her words and accent in Blaise's baritone.

"Everything!" Scott snapped. "I'm exhausted just from this, and House is god knows where, and YET ANOTHER bad thing is going to happen--" Scott's angry gesturing disrupted his balance. Fortunately Ami caught him before he toppled over.

Ami reached out to soothe him, which was just plain wrong with her in the Marine's body. Scott stopped her with a look, then drew a deep breath. "I'm okay. As okay as I'm going to be, anyway." He motioned at the pile of non-perishables he'd collected. "Would you put that in one of the bags Isabel found?"

July 2007

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