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  <title>Beatrice Dayspring</title>
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    <name>Beatrice Dayspring</name>
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  <updated>2012-11-30T00:33:05Z</updated>
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    <title>Privately Experimental</title>
    <published>2012-11-30T00:32:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Another nice dinner, adjourning to her room, this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So... Manny, what I want to address tonight..." Bea began slowly.</content>
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    <title>Au Meme: Other Gender.</title>
    <published>2012-11-26T16:21:32Z</published>
    <updated>2012-11-26T16:21:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://i628.photobucket.com/albums/uu3/starrylites/Bomer/15.png"&gt; Dante Dayspring&lt;/a&gt; sat in the appropriate area of Thunderbolt's headquarters cleaning his guns.</content>
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    <title>Meme Date</title>
    <published>2012-07-17T01:29:03Z</published>
    <updated>2012-07-17T01:29:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The good stuff's always in the back.  It was true of Paris Theodore's shop, certain bars and bookstores, and it was true in this establishment.  The superhuman information trade was a fascinating thing.  Bea made her way to the back, where more than a dossier was waiting.</content>
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    <title>Meme Date</title>
    <published>2012-07-16T08:09:07Z</published>
    <updated>2012-07-16T08:09:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Beatrice waited for Anya's techie friend by the baseball-throwing stall, tossing hte ball up and down.  Once she caught sight of him, she smiled and knocked all the milk bottles down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always best to be clear from the start who was going to do the panda-winning on any outing.</content>
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    <title>I Hope, if Nothing More... (A few months down the road)</title>
    <published>2012-03-28T05:46:09Z</published>
    <updated>2012-03-28T05:46:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Beatrice Dayspring could be rash when the situation called for it.  When it didn't, she took her time, and did it &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She observed.  Considered.  And, in this case, she gradually scheduled her additional workouts at the same time as Manny's.... and gradually wore increasingly less covering skintight suits while working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and let her power keep her &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; aware of every aspect of his physiological reactions during exercise.  Just... hoping...</content>
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    <title>Meme: Future.</title>
    <published>2012-01-22T08:05:31Z</published>
    <updated>2012-01-22T08:05:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Martin sure was all grown up.  19, looked about 21. And Beatrice admitted. She had looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she'd seen plenty without looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And it was about time, she thought, that they finally addressed the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cornered him one evening during R and R time. "Martin?"</content>
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    <title>Flashback: Two Years Ago</title>
    <published>2011-09-09T06:32:12Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-09T06:32:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Beatrice's realizations were really coming through for her, but she was also putting years of training to the test as she made her way over, stepping just &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt; and pausing just &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, she was behind the other girl.  She waited and let the realization come, the shot she had to take just &lt;i&gt;perfectly&lt;/i&gt;.</content>
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    <title>Flashback: 13 years ago.</title>
    <published>2010-10-23T21:25:32Z</published>
    <updated>2010-10-23T21:25:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Whenever Beatrice was alone with her dad, and asked where her mom was, she was told she was off doing something dangerous but would be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever Beatrice was alone with her mom, and asked where her dad was, she was told the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon his return, Dad would say he was "trying to ensure a better world for you."&lt;br /&gt;Upon her return, Mom would say she was "working."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, they asked about her homework.</content>
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    <title>Test Thread: Back in the U.S.A.</title>
    <published>2010-09-25T02:30:41Z</published>
    <updated>2010-09-25T02:30:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Beatrice had been sent straight to New York from her last assignment. The instructions had felt abrupt, but these things happened sometimes.  First among her strangely half-hearted instructions was bringing a few files on her last job to Nicolai, as an intellectual exercise, his mother claimed.  She called him up.</content>
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