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[Echo Gamin]

"Huh." Echo scritches her head for a moment. Then she reaches down and scritches the head of Senior Administrator of Cuteness for Family Otter. "Appointment with Ash... I don't remember..." She looks to her Citadel. "Gimme just a sec. I didn't think I had anything concrete slated today, but I'd better make sure."

As she takes out her phone she muses seeming slightly disappointed. "Oh well. I'll have to look into starting a boarding house of some sort for non-personnel... In the mean time I guess, we'll ask Felegro..." She simply says, "Call Ashleigh." and waits for The Boss to answer. She looks down at the little otter and whispers, "This should be quick. I hope."

[JasonNightcaster]

"Huh." Echo scritches her head for a moment. Then she reaches down and scritches the head of Senior Administrator of Cuteness for Family Otter. "Appointment with Ash... I don't remember..." She looks to her Citadel. "Gimme just a sec. I didn't think I had anything concrete slated today, but I'd better make sure."

As she takes out her phone she muses seeming slightly disappointed. "Oh well. I'll have to look into starting a boarding house of some sort for non-personnel... In the mean time I guess, we'll ask Felegro..." She simply says, "Call Ashleigh." and waits for The Boss to answer. She looks down at the little otter and whispers, "This should be quick. I hope."

"Take your time, my Anamae. If you need to go to this appointment, it is okay." Jason smiles and steps back to give Echo some privacy.

[wcshoe]

Cutthroat, bored, points his new weapon at a nearby piece of rubble. It soundlessly disappears, with no visible traces other than a small momentary cloud of what seems to be vapor where it once was. The otter sighs sadly, and slings his weapon once more.

Cuteypie looks around, leaning into the scritches, as though the treehouse might be visible from here.

[Echo Gamin]

All around Echo, a formless cloud of high quality hold music seems to come from nowhere. Her lips are unreadable as if she were humming, but her expression is NOT happy. Dejectedly, she hangs up her phone, slides it back into her pocket; and the music fades to nothing.

She sighs loudly. She looks absolutely mournful. "Jason, I've gotta go home. Apparently ASAP. Which sucks. Epically."

She looks down at Cuteypie. "I'll let you know when we go. Okay?"

She looks back up at Nightcaster. Her shoulders slump. "I'm sorry. Rain-check?"

[JasonNightcaster]

Jason looks slightly dejected for a moment, then forces a smile, "It is okay, Echo. I understand. I do have to find Doctor Stone anyway, so I shall take care of that. I shall see you soon, my Anamae." He briefly hugs her and kisses her softly on the cheek. Jason turns to walk away after a short wave to the otters.

[wcshoe]

Cuteypie looks up at Echo, treehouse practically forgotten. "When you two have babies, are they going to be wolfs or humins?"

Cutthroat shrugs, as the lack of treehouse visitation doesn't bother him...

[Echo Gamin]

Jason looks slightly dejected for a moment, then forces a smile, "It is okay, Echo. I understand. I do have to find Doctor Stone anyway, so I shall take care of that. I shall see you soon, my Anamae." He briefly hugs her and kisses her softly on the cheek. Jason turns to walk away after a short wave to the otters.

"Jason wait!" Echo dashes after him and pulls a second phone from her pocket, almost identical to her own except it's a smoky silver gray instead of a brilliant emerald green. She presses the phone into his hand. "So you can call me. Without all of Paladin Industries hearing about it." She grins. "I'm already programmed in. Just hold this button for a moment and say, "Call Gabrielle." She pops onto her toes and kisses his cheek. "I'll call you as soon as I'm free, promise."

Cuteypie looks up at Echo, treehouse practically forgotten. "When you two have babies, are they going to be wolfs or humins?"

Cutthroat shrugs, as the lack of treehouse visitation doesn't bother him...

Echo turns sharply and stares gobsmacked at the inquisitive otter. Her skin about sixty shades of scarlet from her throat to her forehead to the tips of her ears. Her mouth just hangs open. "Um..uh uh..." The child genius blinks and stammers incoherently for a moment before managing to recover from her humiliation enough to blurt out, "I'm only fifteen! I'm too young to have babies! And we only started dating less than an hour ago!"

[wcshoe]

Cuteypie looks resolutely bewildered. "Fifteen is old enough to have babies. And wolfs can have them even younger. Besides, an hour is more than enough time to make them. Can I help name them?"

[Echo Gamin]

The human gapes at the otter. "I- I- I'm not a wolf! I'm not an otter! I'm not having any babies! I'm a human girl and fifteen-year-old human girls are too young to have babies!"

She's completely mortified. She can't even look at Nightcaster.

(ooc: Does anyone have a way to prevent teleport?)

[JasonNightcaster]

"Jason wait!" Echo dashes after him and pulls a second phone from her pocket, almost identical to her own except it's a smoky silver gray instead of a brilliant emerald green. She presses the phone into his hand. "So you can call me. Without all of Paladin Industries hearing about it." She grins. "I'm already programmed in. Just hold this button for a moment and say, "Call Gabrielle." She pops onto her toes and kisses his cheek. "I'll call you as soon as I'm free, promise."

"I shall wait with bated breath." Jason smiles and walks off.

Cuteypie looks up at Echo, treehouse practically forgotten. "When you two have babies, are they going to be wolfs or humins?"

At this Jason's ears turn bright red and he stops dead in his tracks. He twitches slightly as the conversation continues and then resolutely walks away, ears still flaming.

[wcshoe]

(ooc: Does anyone have a way to prevent teleport?)

ooc: Cutthroat does, but it involves FAITH, and a mostly controlled plasma tornado created by a partially shielded fusion reactor. Why do you ask?
Cuteypie gestures vaguely at Jason with a paw, still looking up at Echo. "He said wolfs mate for life. So he is ready. How old do you have to be?"

Cutthroat chirps, whiskers twitching. Cuteypie suddenly pauses, filled with new understanding. "Oh. Don't worry, you'll both learn how someday. The people in Delphi can teach you, they know lots of stuff."

[Echo Gamin]

Echo hears Jason stop, then go. Her expression is tortured the way only a fifteen-year-old's can be. "I have to go. Now."

Unless prevented by FAITH and a mostly controlled plasma tornado created by a partially shielded fusion reactor, the Octagon teleports the hell out of there.

[wcshoe]

Cuteypie turns to Cutthroat. "We can see the treehouse later? She went to the Delphis to learn stuff."

Cutthroat nods, absently. "We should go back to the diner and order more stuff, so you can see the clockworks making things."

Ignoring the retreating werewolf, the two otters head back to the diner...

[Echo Gamin]

**OOC: ROTFLMAO! Otters Frickin' Rock!**

Three Cheers for Cuteypie!

[wcshoe]

OOC: and Echo thought that Cutthroat was the dangerous one...