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 Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 6:45 pm
:::She blinks a couple times at the Captain, then at Luke... and the pizza:::
Oh no...pizza? What is a dead pizza doing here?
:::now that she was looking closer...she saw a bunch of things she recognized from Luke's time. She didn't walk over to look at anything yet, still feeling a little glued to one place right at the entrance by the fridge:::
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 6:46 pm
Staying cold. *murmurs and takes out a piece* Just the way God intended...
*holds out a piece to Cora* You want some?
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 6:48 pm
:::She looks down her nose at the slice...not at Luke though:::
I think you might recall, I had trouble with it...the last time I tried. Though it really doesn't smell the same...
:::which was part of the problem last time:::
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 6:52 pm
Well, there's other stuff in the fridge. And in the cabinet. Help yourself.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 6:54 pm
*chomps down on pizza, tries to talk to Cora* That still kills me you and pizza. *holds a piece out* Try it again. It's gotta be some kind of fluke. *smirk* An 'anomalie'.
*looks back in the fridge, calls to Tavin* Hey, Tavin. Where's the beer in here?
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 6:56 pm
There isn't any. However, I've heard that there's a bar right down the hall.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 6:57 pm
:::Cora takes the cold pizza in both hands, cautiously. She eyes it for a moment, unsure.
But it seems that Cora is not only willing to try something once, but even twice. She opens up and takes a decent bite. She chews, thinking deeply on her thoughts again:::
Hm... well, that's... :::swallows completely::: that's not as bad as I remember it...?
:::She's still not sure she enjoyed it though:::
It's cold...
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 6:59 pm
Yeah, that happens. It just came out of the fridge. *points to her* Keep eating it. You'll like it.
*to Tavin* *makes a face* I gotta walk all the way out to the bar?
*In the midst of this, Luke fades out back into his dorm room.*
**Exit Luke**
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 7:03 pm
*Tavin smiles as Luke fades and turs to Cora*
Pizza likely isn't your thing.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 7:06 pm
Hm...
:::She looks at the Captain, still thinking on it. Then she looks back at the half-eaten slice, and takes another bite as Luke suggested:::
Yes, I'm still not sure...
:::But she holds on to the pizza, even as she dropped her hand casusally to her side to go inspect the other things in the room:::
How long... :::She rephrases::: Uhm... I didn't notice this here, last time I was in the bar.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 7:09 pm
That's because it couldn't be seen. I found it recently.... Like I said. There is still a lot about this place that I don't know about.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 7:14 pm
:::She nodded at him, half paying attention to what he was saying, and half focusing on the other things in the room as she walked by them. The foozeball table with the miniature people interested her for a moment... a strange, green table with a net down the center of it. Mishaped blobs of varying, but relatively similar sizes strewn across the floor... but one thing she did recognize:::
Oh... look! I know what this is!
:::She hurried over and picked up a cue with her free hand::: This is that game, Luke taught me when I saw his world... the other people there seemed to think I was good at it, but I still can't sink all the balls...
:::She thought nostalgicly of the time she spent there with him and his friends:::
Luke said we made a 'shitload of cash' that day... :::whatever that meant:::
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 7:21 pm
*Tavin nods, then gets up and walks over to the couch and lays down on it, taking a deep sigh*
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 7:23 pm
:::Cora tears herself away from her thoughts of the pool table for a moment:::
Captain... is something bothering you..?
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 7:27 pm
There usually is. I can't even remember the last time I slept.
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