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therealpm*Bored, he paces the cell. The inedible remnents of Fiona's gift basket are stacked carefully out of the way in the fireplace, above which is tacked a hand drawn card from John's children. His legs and back ache, signalling that he's going to be changing form soon. He should, he supposes, get under the blankets and wait there, but John had been significantly less amenable to letting him out for at least short breaks than Peter had hoped: he's been kept alone in this room for days now and the confinement is making him restless.
A muscle in his flank spasms. He grits his teeth as others follow suit- it's starting. Hobbling, he makes his way over to the bed and burrows under a blanket, biting the edge to avoid crying out in pain as his form shifts.*
A muscle in his flank spasms. He grits his teeth as others follow suit- it's starting. Hobbling, he makes his way over to the bed and burrows under a blanket, biting the edge to avoid crying out in pain as his form shifts.*
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Date: 2012-10-07 05:13 pm (UTC)Thank you.
*He sits down on the bed slightly more sharply than he expected and begins to read the papers.*
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Date: 2012-10-07 05:14 pm (UTC)Tea?
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Date: 2012-10-07 05:34 pm (UTC)My place or yours?
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Date: 2012-10-07 05:37 pm (UTC)*John summons the tea things and a plate of biscuits. He lets himself into Peter's cell and pours out two cups. Then he hands one to Peter and offers him the plate.*
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Date: 2012-10-07 05:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-07 06:01 pm (UTC)We're expecting a visit from DEFRA any day now to check on your conditions. I've no idea what's taken them so long....
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Date: 2012-10-07 06:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-07 06:12 pm (UTC)*Both of them are House of Commons Green in colour, and the wallpaper is decorated with small golden portcullises.*
Better?
*John sips at his tea once more.*
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Date: 2012-10-07 06:17 pm (UTC)*He points upwards- the original stone is bleeding through the deep green.*
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Date: 2012-10-07 06:21 pm (UTC)*John sighs.*
Oh very well.
*He waves his hand again and the decorations change colour to a deep red. He fixes the issues at the top.*
Is that more to your liking, m'lord?
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Date: 2012-10-07 06:32 pm (UTC)Oh, I think it should do, Commoner.
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Date: 2012-10-07 06:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-10-07 06:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-07 06:58 pm (UTC)Or perhaps you could explain how your attempts to ensure that backbenchers can question Lords who happen to be Ministers are proceding? A fascinating topic about which we have heard very little over the past couple of years.
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Date: 2012-10-07 07:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-10-07 07:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-07 07:52 pm (UTC)*In the end, he decides that Peter probably already knows these things and is simply winding John up for fun. He moves onto a different topic instead.*
I suppose now that you're back in human form, we should arrange another excursion with Paddy soon.
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