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 Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:47 am
:::She wasn't sure why he made a WW2 reference, but he seemed very serious about her putting it on, so she rushed to get it back around her neck:::
A...alright.
:::She finished clasping it and looked back up, waiting to be told what else had to be done:::
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:50 am
*Luke leans back against his dresser.* Alright, we got clothes ... you got your necklace... I think we're good to go, Slim.
*grins* So now that you're officially in the 21st century, which is - if I may say so - a pretty damn good century to be in -- what do you want to do first?
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:52 am
:::Cora looks at him a little wide eyed:::
You are asking me?
:::and then her tummy rumbled:::
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:55 am
*He hears her stomach rumble loud and clear.* *grins* Now you're talking, Slim. *grabs his keys off the dresser* C'mon, let's get some grub.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:56 am
:::She hurried along to his side:::
Where do we get 'grub'... sweatdrop What IS grub?
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 11:59 am
Grub? Grub is food, eats, sustenance. *Luke gets his wallet and checks to make sure he has enough money.*
*He checks himself in the mirror and runs a comb through his hair.* Grub'll make your stomach stop talking to me.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 12:02 pm
:::She laughed...oh primative science:::
No no Luke...when the stomach makes that sound it means that the digestive system has been idle for too long and it is simply sustaining a dormant state:::
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 12:03 pm
*Luke nods, grins.* Right. Which means - you need grub.
C'mon. Let's roll.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 12:06 pm
Alright...
:::She feels rediculous asking so many questions:::
...roll?
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 12:10 pm
*Luke turns around to explain himself, but then he stops. He scratches the back of his head.*
Yeah, about that....
*levels with her* Slim, if you're gonna be runnin around Philly, we can't have you asking questions about every club and cheesesteak... People around here are pretty laid back, but if we act too weird, they might catch on that you're not from around here. And I mean, I'm good. But there's only so many lies I can tell...
*Luke thinks - not from around here....lies he told...*
*He realizes.* That's it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 12:12 pm
:::He just told her to stop asking questions, and here she has yet another. She's not feeling to good about herself:::
...what?
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 12:17 pm
*Luke grins, very pleased with himself.*
You are no longer Cora Serenis from 3125.
From now on, if anybody asks, you are Cora Serenis from Ontario, Canada.
*explains before she can ask* Canada's this boring country that wishes they were America. They have moose and hockey and say "Eh?"
*makes his point* So from now on, if anyone asks you something you don't know ... just say "Eh?" and get this confused look on your face.
*points at the look on her face* There just like that. You're a natural.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 12:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 12:22 pm
Beautiful. Say it just like that.
From now on, any time anybody asks you a question that you don't understand or references something that makes absolutely no sense to you - look at them just like that and say "Eh?"
Then, just explain that you're from Canada.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2005 12:29 pm
:::This seemed like a very general problem solver, and she wondered how in the world it would work for every situation...but it was good to have some kind of ammo:::
Alright...I'm from Canada, Ontario.
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