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mm_chanterthe lights in the farmhouse are at a relative low; less than friendly eyes may still be on the place from the outside and besides, night's coming on. the main room - it might've been a proper living room at some point, but it's full of mismatched chairs, at least one table, a battered radio and its share of spare assorted equipment now - is far from empty of people. Some cluster together in threes and fours, some sit alone, quite a few are in and out as errands demand. Conversations are as low as the lighting, but just as present.
"{day wasn't a total loss,}" one man says from his position in a chair backed against a wall - it's the taller, heavier one who'd taken it upon himself to search Sharpe for weapons. The square-jawed woman turns away from a paper-scattered length of tabletop long enough to roll her eyes at him in what looks like exasperation rather than disagreement, but doesn't comment in words.
"{Room wherever,}" says the medic's younger brother, gesturing with one arm at the haphazard seating. "{for now. Anybody tries to get a debrief together and it's off, though. Not sure how much sense that makes, but that's how it tends to go.}"
Seba doesn't know Sharpe's history, after all. that's a fair assumption not to make.
"{day wasn't a total loss,}" one man says from his position in a chair backed against a wall - it's the taller, heavier one who'd taken it upon himself to search Sharpe for weapons. The square-jawed woman turns away from a paper-scattered length of tabletop long enough to roll her eyes at him in what looks like exasperation rather than disagreement, but doesn't comment in words.
"{Room wherever,}" says the medic's younger brother, gesturing with one arm at the haphazard seating. "{for now. Anybody tries to get a debrief together and it's off, though. Not sure how much sense that makes, but that's how it tends to go.}"
Seba doesn't know Sharpe's history, after all. that's a fair assumption not to make.
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Date: 2014-04-22 11:24 am (UTC)Lore doesn't bother hiding her own snicker. "{Ah, get out of here. Go on, you two. And Seba, if you're jealous, why don't you just say so? I'm sure we can find someone other than your wife to adore you.}"
She's clearly chirping him. she's smirking all over her face. As he exits down the hall in his brother's wake, Seba gives her a salute that--well. that's not really much of a salute, is it? Too few fingers upraised, for one.
((OOC: Want to jump ahead to after the debrief? I can set up a new post for after it's over if you like, and bring Makosa back into things, maybe?))
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Date: 2014-04-22 11:29 am (UTC)(Sounds like a plan! :D)