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[socrowdedinhere]

*Over the next couple orns they'll fall into a routine.  WJ will work on a project, something approved by DW of course, while DW is away at work.  DW returns around mid-day, they fuel together on the balcony, and then DW heads for his study while WJ is left to do as he pleases.  Completed inventions that prove useful, DW does not hesitate to get a patent on them to have them produced and sold.  Those are in his name, since WJ is the slave.  Today, not too long after DW leaves....WJ will hear someone...return?  Whoever lands on the balcony sounds like they about tumble into the wall when they land.*

WJ: *really doesn't care who's name they're in, so long as they're out there benefiting people - he darts for the landing* Dreadwing!? Are you okay?

*It’s....not DW...  It’s a Seeker....a really small Seeker....and a femme to boot!  She looks rather beat up...and he’ll see her flinch from him before just slumping to the floor, nearly unconscious.*

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[dragondancer5150]

WJ: Pit… *glances around for any signs of pursuit, then scoops her up and takes her inside to his workspace…then heads back outside really quick to clean up, harder to follow someone's trail if there's no obvious crash site . . . returns to her and will start checking her over, assessing the damage*