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"This is Zatanna.  

Evael a egassem."

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[Haven | Call - Backdated to just after Caroline]

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Hey, Zatanna! I got something to talk to you about. Give me a time and place? It's one of those times when a potentially tapped phonecall just isn't gonna cut it, you know?

((ooc: Al put Kon up to this, but if you don't want to add to tag mountain I can fill you in oocly! Let me know!))

[Haven | Call - Backdated to just after Caroline]

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Hello to you too, Kon.

I can be at the apartments in twenty minutes, if that's alright? My room.

[Haven | Call - Backdated to just after Caroline]

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That sounds perfect. I will linger awkwardly in the hall until then.

[Haven | Call - Backdated to just after Caroline]

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Or you can just wait for me inside.

I'm not the only one who's assigned there, you know. Anyone asks, just tell them you owe me money or something.

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Hey, maybe you owe me money. Anything's possible, you know.

[And Kon is letting himself in 2.007 or 2.001?]

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Yeah, I know.

See you there.

[2.001...which is where she'll be heading not too long after. Just in case there actually was money on the line here.]

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[No actual money! Just a super-clone pondering how much interesting waiting for Zatanna would be if he could critique her sock drawer or something while he waited.]

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[That's not her sock drawer, Kon--she keeps most of her clothes over in the other room.]

[Just saying.]

If you're looking for my Diary, I've got some bad news for you.

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No blackmail in my future, huh.

But this is kind of serious, so let's not get distracted discussing how Haven ruins everything.

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Of course not. We can make a night of that some other time.

[She moves to sit on the bed, expression growing dim even with the thinly veiled attempts at humor.]

What's wrong?

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Sounds like a great night in.

[Kon settles on the bed, wondering where to start.] So -- did you catch that call from Caroline?

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I caught something. Not really sure what it all meant, though.

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The bit I caught, Caroline was really insistent that we find someone called Beth and take her out. Said it would stop Kite.

I was kind of hoping that Beth was a computer programme or an acronym, and take meant 'take out to dinner' or 'out of this place' or something like that, but general consensus is that Beth is Beth Yao, and we got to kill her.

Natually, I'm not a great fan of that plan.

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Focus, Kon.

[You're supposed to be off the market, remember? No jokes about dates until they can sort through this latest mess.]

We don't kill. And even if the rules are different here...I'm not sure I could. Not even if it's the Yao Bunch we're talking about here.

There has to be another way.

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[Kon's grin is relieved.] That's what I thought you'd say.

You've been here long enough, I'm guessing you know Al? He's working on that other way.

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Al? You mean the literal knight in shining armor?

I've seen him around.

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That's the guy. Turns out, he's not a real big fan of murder either, asked me to make sure you guys were apprised of the situation. Think he's hoping that if we're aware and prepared, we might be able to stop anyone just up and killing her.

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Aware, yes. Prepared? ...50-50.

I don't know when the last time they had a census around here was, but I'm pretty sure we're slightly outnumbered.

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Hey, being under-whelmed in the face of over-whelming odds? Last I checked, that was as big a deal on the job description as not killing was.

'Sides, Al knows some other people who are also big on the no-death policy.

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I think this is the part where Robin goes on something something about being whelmed.

[Because that's what he did. She kind of liked it. Fit perfectly into her habit of playing around with words for fun. Backwards and forwards. (Word of advice: don't ever play Scrabble against these two.)]

Yeah? How many of them?

'cause I'm thinking of one off the top of my head who isn't afraid to get himself killed, let alone worry about others.

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Not just gets very quiet and authoritative and starts making 'plan' like noises?

[Kon's better at pool.]

I didn't write down any names, but at least five? Ish? But more importantly than that are you implying something I should be picking up on?

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Not that I've ever seen.

[She could go for a round of billiards. Now if only they could find a table around here.]

I would hope you didn't write them down. Did you see what happened to the Red guy? A bunch of us watched the whole thing, and it wasn't pretty.

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I guess we just lucked out, and drew the 'fun' Robin.

[Is that the sounds of another joint post?]

Red Hood? Yeah. Worst part is what we saw wasn't all of it.

... Also now I am slightly paranoid so please tell me no-one died.

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[Maybe]

...umm...about that....

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I'm waiting.