Garamond and Calibri Playdate :D

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“I had a feeling I’d find you here,” Garamond was careful to close the door behind him as he made his way into the lab. He knew Calibri wasn’t fond of disturbances. “Hope you’re not busy. We need to get packed and going in an hour or so.”

Garamond sauntered up to the second-in-command’s working desk, carrying a brochure and a couple of tickets. He laid them out on the desk over Calibri’s notes, as if intentionally trying to deflect the other man from his work. The brochure advertised a convention for bioinformatics and other scientific ventures. “Here,” he said, pointing to the image of some strange, aquatic creature on the cover – an invertebrate from the looks of it, possibly a Cephalopod. “You wanted to see this, didn’t you?”

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"Sir. Where are we going?" Calibri asked, expression mostly neutral (it wasn't a protest, because when Garamond said they were going, they went), but there was a slight dip to his brow that meant he had no idea what Garamond was talking about - well, not until those tickets were slammed down onto his desk. Calibri still had goggles on over his glasses, and while those notes on the asphyxiating side effects of Klimecian Sourroot were important, the exclusive, sold-out exhibition on the Galaxy's Northern aquatic ecosystems were even more pressing.

He snapped his goggles up onto his forehead, picking up one of the tickets. The price, of course, was no concern to such high-ranking members of Circle Seven, but their organization didn't really deal in academic studies other than, perhaps, the physics of Getting Rid Of People, and the idea that Garamond knew about such an event was kind of puzzling to begin with, even for a logical person such as the poisons expert. Hence, upon lifting his eyes over the edge of the small sheet of paper, Calibri asked the most logical question that came to his mind right after. "...Is there someone attending this that we are going to take care of?"