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 Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 7:49 pm
**Enter Luana from Guest Rooms 56**
*Luana walks in with her pillow under one arm, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.*
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 7:51 pm
*Bard finishes his glass of absinthe and contemplates pouring another. After a moment, he pours another glass. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his fountain pen and a little notebook. He begins to write.*
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 7:56 pm
*Luana stretches and drops the pillow. As she picks it back up she notices that she's not alone in the room.*
Hello again, Professor.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 7:59 pm
*Bard straightens and sets his pen down. He turns to look over his shoulder at Luana*
Oh.. err... Luana, isn't it?
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 8:19 pm
*smiles* Yes, sir, that's me.
*She plops her pillow down on the opposite side of the table, then goes to the bar. She asks as she walks,* And how are you doing?
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 8:21 pm
Well.. that's a very good question. When I think of a good answer, I'll let you know.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 8:28 pm
*She laughs* One of those kinds of days, huh?
*She finds a bottle of Mountain Dew, but stays behind the bar for a moment to read some of the labels.* They sure have some odd stuff back here.
I'm sorry, sir, but it seems that I've forgotten your real name. *She twists the cap and some carbon dioxide escapes with a hiss.*
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 8:38 pm
*Bard fingers his fountain pen absently* Oh... it's Bard. Bard K. Awenson. But Bard is fine.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 8:41 pm
Alright then, Bard. *she gulps down some of her drink* Can I get you anything while I'm back here?
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 8:45 pm
*He lifts the bottle and shakes it, producing a sloshing sound*
There's plenty of poison here for me.
*he ponders* Poison...
*He lifts his pen and scribbles something into the little notebook*
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 8:54 pm
*Luana comes back around her bar to a chair by her pillow.* What are you writing?
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 8:59 pm
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 9:09 pm
*She eyes the notebook.* If you say so.
*She fluffs up her pillow and rests her arms on it.* Are you waiting for someone, or just relaxing until you get pulled out of here again?
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 9:15 pm
*Bard sets the pen down and regards Luana thoughtfully. Why was he waiting here? Shouldn't he go back to where he was needed? He wanted a break. That was it of course. Just a break*
How old are you?
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 9:20 pm
*Well that came out of nowhere.* Seventeen. Eighteen by the end of the year. Why?
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