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 Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:33 pm
:::She looks away from the handful off on the other side of the room, and grabs another from out of the bag, and procedes to do the same thing to these, but she stops them just short of the first batch::::
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:39 pm
:::Cora repeats this process until the bag of corks is exhausted of handfuls, and the closest set of them is just a couple feet from where she sits. All the corks now float effortlesly in place... the daily routine was getting easier everytime:::
:::She picks up the bag and slides off her bar stool, heading towards the end of the room where she sent out her first bunch. Positioning the bag just under them, she releases the corks from their chronograsp, and they fall gently into place. She procedes to the next bunch and releases them too, stopping here and there to bend down and pick up a stray cork she wasn't able to catch in time, until they were all neatly in the bag:::
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 9:41 pm
:::Back at the bar, she picks up the books, grabs a new bottle of wine, and a bag of peanuts. Then, with all her things in hand, and the empty bottle left behind, she heads back towards the guest rooms with a sigh:::
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:23 pm
*Tavin walks in from the rec room with a soda and a cold slice of pizza. He yawns and walks over to a table and sits down*
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:31 pm
::Sato appeared suddenly, tapping her foot impatiently::
You know, I really don't give a rats a** about whether or not I have that promotion. Just so long as that cocksu...
::Sato looks around::
Oh.
::Sato makes a beeline for the bar::
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:36 pm
*Tavin looks up and smiles, waving to Sato*
Hi there! It's nice to meet you. My name is Tavin...
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:38 pm
::Sato interrupts::
I heard you last time. I didn't care then, and I sure as hell don't ******** care now. I need to get...
::Sato stops for a second::
Are you a Zonoan or part of the Zonoic forces?
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:39 pm
*Tavin shakes his head*
Uh... not as far as I know...
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:40 pm
Good. Then I don't ******** care who the hell you are.
::Sato slides behind the bar and starts to rummage::
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:44 pm
*Tavin frowned*
Oh... Okay.
*Tavin goes back to his food*
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:49 pm
::Sato grabbed a bottle of Vodka and sauntered over to Tavin's table, popping on her helmet and jumping up to sit on the edge of the table across from Tavin. She stared at him for a long time, then took a swig from the bottle::
You look like a weirdo.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:51 pm
:::Cora walks into the main bar area carrying her empty wine bottle just in time:::
...what's a 'weirdo'?
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:52 pm
::Sato points at Tavin::
That thing is.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:52 pm
*Tavin waves at Cora*
Hullo!
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 2:55 pm
Hello Captain, how are you?
:::she says, appearing to be a bit disarmed. Cora looks back and forth between the two but settles on the Captain:::
Is it really grammatical to replace 'person' with 'thing'... or does it mean something else?
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