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Mal - Day in the life

Who: Mal Cobb and YOU.
What: Mal has promised Angelica that she's going to meet people and talk to them and stuff. Come say hi. Friends and acquaintances new and old are equally welcome. You know the drill.
Where: All around.
When: Random day this week.
Warnings: Not bloody likely.

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[Mal's cleaning up her station in the kitchen. Another busy morning and a job well done.]

[Martha is actually never really on time for meals. Well, it's a rarity. She normally shows up early or late, and very often not for breakfast. However, the night before she worked the overnight, and subsequently is starving for something that isn't just coffee. With a hopeful look, she popped into the kitchen.]

Hello?

[Mal looks up and at the sight of Martha, smiles and waves.]

Good morning, Martha.

[When there was the smile and wave, Martha grinned back, and wandered over towards Mal. She grinned and tried her school-boasted by the year French.]

Bonjour, Mal, comment êtes-vous?

[Mal is genuinely pleased by the French.]

Bien, Docteur Jones, et vous?

I'm well, as well. I don't suppose there's a bit of breakfast still laying about?

[French still spoken with a grin, despite a little bit of faltering in it.]

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Heh. I was so amused by her awful German accent. :)

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Me too. I love that they make fun of it in the Confidential.

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[Freshening up after work. Mal's finished washing up and is brushing her hair.]

[Time for a late-ish lunch.]

[She's starting to get a little tired of wandering past the same shelves over and over again. But she's not sure what else to do with herself.]

[Elphaba, meanwhile, is browsing through the books in the library, picking up and glancing through medical textbooks. She knew she was only going to be doing basic first aid and handing out medicine, being the support staff, but she was curious about all the new machines she'd seen in there, and any other advances that Oz had never discovered. Then she saw the woman, and, remembering she was supposed to be more conversational, spoke.]

"It's amazing that in Oz they could figure out how to create a tik tok man, but not that electricity could resuscitate the recently deceased."

[Mal has seen Elphaba around, of course; the witch is unmistakable. But to hear her talking about Oz like that ... She looks sharply at the nearest shelves, half expecting to see the complete works of L. Frank Baum somewhere nearby. They're not, of course; that would be elementary dream-building, novice work.]

...yes, I suppose that is rather incredible.

"I suppose it's all about priorities." She snapped the book closed, planning to read it more thoroughly in the privacy in her room later.

"Did they ... was electricity common in Oz?" It had been so long since she'd read the books; she had no idea.

"It wasn't," she admitted, "But there were many other things I've seen in these books that Ozians had no limitations that they might have been hampered in finding." She paused, considered, then added, "Well, aside from a propensity for killing scientists whose findings would have threatened the Wizard of Oz's regime."

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[Iago just needed to relieve his boredom for a while. A walk through the library was supposed to do just that. He was searching through a higher shelf for something, his hands full, and saw movement out of the corner of his eye.]

That book on the floor. [He gestured vaguely to it with his foot.] Would you mind giving it to me?

Certainly.

[ She bends down and picks up the book in question, glancing curiously at the title.]

[He finally got his balance and reached out a hand for the book he had placed on the floor. It was a book on the French language- something the Marquis had advised him to pick up to stimulate his mind...and keep him from his bouts of boredom.]

Thank you. [He looked over to the unfamiliar woman.] Who are you? [He would at least try to be nice.]

Mal. [An abrupt answer for an abrupt question.] I don't believe we've been introduced—?

Iago. [He leaned against the bookcase and wondered for a moment how exactly he had missed her. Dismissing it as mere inattention on his part, he stood up straighter.]

Are you in here frequently? The library, I mean.

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[Skipping dinner today, which happens once a week or so. She's out for a walk on deck, stargazing, being careful not to venture too close to the rail as usual.]

Clapet was on an adventure to the top deck. He hadn't felt like doing much one way or another of late, so simply rolled himself up to the deck, as he already felt restricted enough in the chair, never mind being cooped up inside. So he rolled himself across the deck, smoking a cigarette as he did so, spotting Mal ahead of him,]

Madame! Mal, even! Bonsoir.

[She smiled and raised a hand in greeting and walking to meet him.]

Bonsoir, monsieur. How does the evening find you?

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[Clapet gave her a casual shrug,] Well enough, madame. [He was lying, but that was standard at this point.]

Anything in particular bring you up here? [He takes a drag off his cigarette, then offers her the pack, realising it was rude to so anything else.]

[She shakes her head at the cigarettes—doesn't smoke.]

Nothing in particular. I like being up here, out from the halls and rooms below. And I don't like the CES. So I come up here for the closest thing to fresh air that one may find here.

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[Another solitary evening. She's drawing tonight on a big oversized sketchpad, a rough rendering from memory of the exterior of her house. It's not bad, but amateurish—not the work of a skilled artist.]

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