The Greater Antilles: Round Robin
Part Fifty-Seven
by Feni

Feni looked over. "Paula, you have a roo - " but before she could finish, someone stood up and yelled at the top of their lungs, "Eureka!"

Feni, still covered in mud, was standing on a beach towel to prevent getting the drying cakes of dirt on the really kick ass carpet. She jumped at the scream, and little flakes and chunks of mud flew everywhere. From her hair, her clothing and her skin to the floor.

Corran stiffled a laugh and forced his face to go serious when she turned a glare on him. He mummbled, "If looks were lasers...." She elbowed him in response, getting some still wet mud on his clothing. She'd go change and shower, but she didn't exactly bring anything other then what she was wearing and some sunglasses. Besides, she wanted to be privy to all the little details of the massive workings of the WAASer's deductive powers.

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