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The Japanese girl closed her right eye with practiced precision, and brought her left hand up to her left eye with the first two fingers extended in a V. 

[color=4169e1]"It's Kanacon, Brennan."[/color] She answered, still stretching out the syllable, as though the lone sentence answered everything. It should. She had been waiting all week. [color=4169e1]"We need to get ready to go."[/color]

She took his hand and pulled him into a seated position, before the stunned Irishman had a chance to say anything else. There was no time for it. She still needed to make sure her hair was right, get her staff assembled, and herd him out the door. There was much to do, and very little time to prepare. Umeko had overslept. She had meant to brush up on her catch phrases, but there was no time for that now.

[color=4169e1]"Up. You have to get ready."[/color]