((My New Year's gift to you all: a kick in this thread's ass.))<br/><br/>Angelo's smile stretched to near-Cheshire proportions when Patricia made her guidelines for his project. "<span style="color: red">When it's all finished, I may run out of rockets, if what I'm thinking of would be readied by the time my act comes around,</span>" he said reassuringly, "<span style="color: red">but it would all be worth it.</span>"<br/><br/>He gave Patricia a bit of a wave, somewhat curt and without the usual politeness. Any insult was unintended, however; there was that distinct lightning in his eye that flashed about whenever ideas were dancing about his head like fireflies. He had work to do, and the result would be magnificent.<br/><br/>Agatha followed Elizabeth and Gabrielle into Lovi's tent, wringing all of her hands nervously. Something about the Ringmaster made him seem very imposing, and in turn made Agatha a bit uncomfortable when she was to be at a meeting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>