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[SOLDIER First]

"U-uh."

Lyle went into a sort of... trance? earlier. He just snapped out of it.

Whatever it was he forgot that Bartimaeus left and has been sitting on the floor, in a pool of shaving cream, for the past five minutes.

[PrivateNomad]

Bartimaeus silently appears behind him, now in the form of Rachel.

[kj1225]

<I can't come. I'm about to commit terrorism on the Vatican.>

[SOLDIER First]

Lyle literally does not notice for another minute or so.
Yeah, he's that oblivious.

"Oh, hey Rachel. Did'ja get the nail polish off already? _{Sorry about that, by the way...}"

<What.>

[kj1225]

<Just some normal work.>

[PrivateNomad]

Somewhere in the world, Robert is probably worried.
"Yeah, it took a while though," she casually remarks in her voice.

[SOLDIER First]

<Uh.
Okay?
_{Kinda glad I never get involved in this stuff now...}>

"Sorry about that... Again..."

[PrivateNomad]

 "It's fine, I guess," she says. She steps forward in front of him, "You still got some cream on your face."
Rachel!Bartimaeus wipes it off.

[SOLDIER First]

"Oh, uh, thanks. Heh heh."
He stands up and casually dusts his (shaving cream covered) hands on his (shaving cream covered) pants.

[PrivateNomad]

 "That shapeshifter sure made a fool out of you~," she said with a chuckle.

[SOLDIER First]

"Uh... yeah."

Is she referring to-She is, in fact, referring to you.

Gosh darnit.

[Projeck37]

Ashley is at the castle, drinking tea in the kitchen.

[SOLDIER First]

Foxxy scuttles over to her teacup.
A small device pops out of his midsection and aims at it, whirring quietly.

[Projeck37]

"What is it, little one?"

[SOLDIER First]

"Tempurate measurement.
Do not pay it any mind."

He can speak (synthesized) English now, that's a thing.