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 Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 1:53 am
*grabs a cinnamon raisin and passes it to Matt* I suppose. Just boils down to how you'd like to lose yourself, though. You don't gain much of anything, either way. *takes a big bite of a poppyseed bagel, chews, and swallows it down* Eh, I have a hard enough time finding myself in the morning, as is. Must thank the good doc for attaching my head securely...*mumbles to himself and takes another bite*Say Alice, which did you want, exactly?
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 1:57 am
*she pops some pills and washes them down*
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 2:12 am
That really won't help, you know. Not worth screwing yourself up or dying or something. Just feels that way at first. *smiles* How's that cinnamon raisin working for you, Matt? They're pretty good from that shop...
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 2:14 am
What the ******** are you? A Bartender with a case of do gooders?
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 2:21 am
*shimmers and comes out of the cloaking* Well...half an hour to burn and I end up here...woopee
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 2:22 am
Who, me? *looks in the bag* I'm not a bartender, nope. *smiles a toothy grin, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth* Been there, though. You're probably better off with the bagel. *gets a noseful of the scent in the bag* They're really good. Still, it's your choice. *shrugs and fumbles around in the oversized bag*
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 2:27 am
Kola slips in through the door without so much as a sound. she's well covered in black except her right eye, which seems to smile warmly bearing no illwill. Quietly, she takes her seat at the bar counter.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 2:28 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 2:31 am
Hallo there Vincent and Kola! *sits down on the floor* Would either of you like a bagel? *holds the large paper bag up over his head* I bought them fresh this afternoon...
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 2:31 am
pulls the covering about her mouth to order herself some sake- warm.
notes the 37ft tall man seemingly tired in the corner. Pays him no mind.
great to have found a bar open so late at night ^^ inwardly, she thinks much, keeping outwardly silent.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 2:33 am
candyripper pulls the covering about her mouth to order herself some sake- warm. notes the 37ft tall man seemingly tired in the corner. Pays him no mind. great to have found a bar open so late at night ^^ inwardly, she thinks much, keeping outwardly silent.
@ the other guy: Sure...
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 2:33 am
BlueMike Hallo there Vincent and Kola! *sits down on the floor* Would either of you like a bagel? *holds the large paper bag up over his head* I bought them fresh this afternoon... Kola smiles. "No thank you ^^ -how did you know my name? I haven't introduced myself yet." She rests her head on her hands, interested to get to know the kindly stranger.
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Angel Miasma Omega Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 2:34 am
Vincent R. Starwind *shimmers and comes out of the cloaking* Well...half an hour to burn and I end up here...woopee Daddy, I love you!
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 2:35 am
BlueMike *grabs a cinnamon raisin and passes it to Matt* I suppose. Just boils down to how you'd like to lose yourself, though. You don't gain much of anything, either way. *takes a big bite of a poppyseed bagel, chews, and swallows it down* Eh, I have a hard enough time finding myself in the morning, as is. Must thank the good doc for attaching my head securely...*mumbles to himself and takes another bite*Say Alice, which did you want, exactly? pepparmins plz
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2005 2:36 am
Angel Miasma Omega Vincent R. Starwind *shimmers and comes out of the cloaking* Well...half an hour to burn and I end up here...woopee Daddy, I love you!
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