[ It is just past midnight in casa de Harrison-Lechat. Which means that, despite all the assorted Weird Shit that has decided to barge into their blessed normal lives, Yvonne still has to be the weirdest of them all. Peeking over the magazine she's reading, she extends a leg across the couch to poke her roommate in the side with a toe. ]
Blake. [ She waits about a second. ] Blaaake, hey. Earth to roomie, I know you've been at that book for six whole hours, but I've got a question.
[Has it really been that long already? Quite probably, not that Blake is aware of the passage of time under these circumstances. Her attention is entirely zeroed in on the book, locked in as the detective finally tracks the killer down to their lair-- something pokes her in the side, she ignores it-- and goes in alone. Now noise is happening, but she continues to ignore the outside world as said detective catches a glimpse of a shadowy figure and draws his gun....]
Huh?
[Okay, somebody is definitely trying to get her attention. Blinking, she pulls her attention away and reluctantly returns to the real world long enough to look over at Yvonne.]
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Blake. [ She waits about a second. ] Blaaake, hey. Earth to roomie, I know you've been at that book for six whole hours, but I've got a question.
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Huh?
[Okay, somebody is definitely trying to get her attention. Blinking, she pulls her attention away and reluctantly returns to the real world long enough to look over at Yvonne.]
What is it?