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milliways_bar2007-03-21 10:02 pm
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A small, curly haired woman studies a stone object intently.
The object is about a foot high. About seven inches wide on top, and about five on the bottom. It's a tube, and it's clearly made of stone.
The mica and quartz veins shimmer in the light. It looks magical, just sitting there.
She's trying to see if she can make out the designs on its sides. They're faded, unclear, but she can tell they were complex and lovely once.
The object is about a foot high. About seven inches wide on top, and about five on the bottom. It's a tube, and it's clearly made of stone.
The mica and quartz veins shimmer in the light. It looks magical, just sitting there.
She's trying to see if she can make out the designs on its sides. They're faded, unclear, but she can tell they were complex and lovely once.

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That would be the blonde guitarist, blonde, very drunk guitarist to her left, "Whats is dats you's is seeings at?"
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"It's...well, I don't know what it is, exactly."
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Because, well, that sort of made sense, in a way.
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She sighs, leans back in her chair. "I'm Jilly Coppercorn. I'm kind of new here."
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A heavy, entirely put-upon sigh then, "I don't suppose you's is haves hearings about us at all?"
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Apparently he should've believed Toki when he'd said 'fadoo, instant friends!'
"Well... the bar is makes a mean cheese-steak sandwiches with the sauces and the mustardonions."
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