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[intrinsicrandom]

 

Harry Feynman
Research Lab - Experimental Physics
Erotologist
Aetherite Witch
Hopper Supervisor
Town Investor
Owner of Holiday Wonderland
Owner of Aphrodesia Adult Store, Matchmaking and Donor Services
Former Faculty Researcher, Experimental Atomic Physics Group - RLE, MIT
Inventor and Owner of Feynman-Bickley Technologies
Alias: Doctor Aethra

 

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8/26 1:10 in the morning

[badgirlshenanigans]

[Jemma can't sleep thanks to the baby thinking it's party o'clock. Her feet also hurt from the day, even though her Harry was kind enough to do the running around for her.

One advantage of being awake for so long, the time to think.

Please note, it's time to think, not time to be polite and politic.]

Tell me this is a damned joke so everyone can stop running around like an idiot.

[intrinsicrandom]

You know, sometimes I actually do sleep.

Tell you what is a joke?

[badgirlshenanigans]

Sure you do, and if I can't sleep because I'm thinking about this dumb prank, I'm keeping the person doing the dumb prank up with me.

[intrinsicrandom]

What prank are you talking about?

[badgirlshenanigans]

These cryptic messages. It's you.

It's not my Harry. It's not the Oracle. That leaves one Harry left in this universe.

[intrinsicrandom]

Right. Because when you think 'who would want to create an unnecessary panic in New Dodge', you automatically think 'the guy with several kids and a wife'.

[badgirlshenanigans]

Because when I think of who would send random songs to random people throughout New Dodge and not realize how irritating he's being, I'm definitely thinking of one particular Harry Feynman.

The new "prophecies" were hint enough, then the songs? You might as well be wearing a sign saying "it's me, you suckers."

[intrinsicrandom]

Right. Got it. Because I'm the only one in all of New Dodge who listens to music.

It's not me, genius.

[badgirlshenanigans]

You're the only one who sends it to random people at random times of day. Thea, Leo, Katharine, Felicity, and that new one, Mick? I don't think that last one is one you want to pick a fight with.

[intrinsicrandom]

I'm sorry, who the fuck is Mick?

[ BUT DOESN'T HARRY KNOW WHO EVERYONE IS THE MINUTE THEY ARRIVE? ]

[badgirlshenanigans]

Like you don’t know who Mick is.

But in case you need a reminder, he’s the really large scary guy who doesn’t revere your wife, like Joe does.

[intrinsicrandom]

I have no idea who 'Mick' is.

Since when does Joe revere anything about me?

[badgirlshenanigans]

He reveres your wife, which is the only reason your head is still attached to your shoulders, as he’s the only one who hates the loveboard as much as I do.

Mick, the guy on the network? For god’s sake you know everyone who comes into town faster than I do. Don’t be a jerk and pretend otherwise.

[The only reason she’s not yelling at him is because of the faint hope her Harry’s still asleep. She’s tired, cranky, and feeling as attractive as a beached whale. She’s pissy, and she’s run out of Harrys to accuse.

So she assumes he’s being a dick.]

[intrinsicrandom]

I.

Don't.

Know.

Who.

That.

Is.

[badgirlshenanigans]

I.

Am.

Not.

Buying.

Your.

Bull.

Do .

Not.

Make.

Me.

Wake.

Up.

Your.

Wife.

[intrinsicrandom]

If it gets you to leave me alone so I can sleep quicker, do whatever you want. I'm not having a cyclical conversation with you, Jemma Simmons. Not when I have a headache. Good night.