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[If there's one thing Adstringendum is good at, it's yanking people around. Where Horst had been laughing and giddy the night before, he's...well, not now.]

Mina was sent home. I'm sure those of you who knew here are aware, but....

[But he personally checked everywhere she could possibly have gone. Just in case. Hope springs eternal, they say.

As he shuts off the feed, there's the faint sound of something German-sounding. Or maybe it was just static.]

[A few hours later: Private Video to Raven]

Are you awake?

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[At this point, he's just got through chatting and drinking with Spike.]

...I'll be there in a few minutes then.

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[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

You know where to find me.

[And off goes the feed.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst comes home, hair even messier than usual, and with his clothes smelling of booze.]

What are we moving?

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[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

You're drunk.

[His sleeves are rolled up. He's sock-footed and pushing a desk, too.]

I don't want you touching my things.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I'm tipsy, and you asked me to help. I'm a vampire, I can handle my liquor even better than when I was in college.

[He moves over and grabs the desk, lifting it as easily as if it were made of cardboard]

Where?

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[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

.. to the corner.

[Johannes stands back, swiping his sleeve across his forehead.]

You need to be less willing to help people.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Oh, rumors of my services precede me. That's kind of them.

[He sets it in the corner as Johannes asked, and turns back to him.]

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[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

More along the lines of why I can't figure out why you came back to help me.

[He's not complaining. Okay, well, he is complaining, but just because Johannes always complains. He starts pushing at another table, trying to slide it perpendicular to the first.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Why mess with the dynamic we've spent twenty years forming?

[He moves this table, too.]

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[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[He considers the area for a moment.]

.. This isn't going to work.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst looks around, too drunk to consider interior decorating]

You're right. You need a fishbowl.

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[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

Go to bed, Horst.

[He's dragging a chair, now, and guarding it as he does. He can carry something on his own.]

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Can't, I have to go see my friends. Booze.

[He looks around, slowly examining the new lab.]

I think Herr Snape has some beakers.

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[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

I'll ask to borrow some, then.

[AKA charge into his lab and take them. He rights the chair, drums his fingers against the pad of paper on the table.

The pad of paper that is, currently, his only equipment.]

You slept in a trunk before. That room must be more comfortable.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst scoffs] Yes, well, do ask nicely. He's got a nasty set of hexes.

And the trunk is certainly not the most uncomfortable place I've laid my head. I fell asleep in a supply closet once, woke with a broom trying to dig its way through my ribs.

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[soulcontracts.livejournal.com]

I can handle a hex.

[He drops down into the chair he pushed all by himself, crossing his legs and opening a book to rest in his lap.]

Go. Find someplace dark before sunrise.