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pullsneedles[OOM: While Tyler and Enzo were interrogating Pigmasks, Lucas was busy playing to decide destiny.
Stone-Sheet-Clippers, to be exact.]
Stone-Sheet-Clippers, to be exact.]
Mar. 29th, 2011
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Mar. 29th, 2011 11:11 amdark_dancerFrom the grin on Cata's face, you might think she's planning for an assignment - but she isn't. In fact, she's making a lesson plan.
You see, more than one of her advanced students has expressed interest into doing a little research, and far be it from her not to encourage that sort of thing. So she's currently trying to strike a balance between keeping that sort of project interesting and not giving her students more work than they can handle, at this point.
But that hardly means she'd say no to an interruption.
You see, more than one of her advanced students has expressed interest into doing a little research, and far be it from her not to encourage that sort of thing. So she's currently trying to strike a balance between keeping that sort of project interesting and not giving her students more work than they can handle, at this point.
But that hardly means she'd say no to an interruption.
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Mar. 29th, 2011 01:00 pmpullsneedlesLucas is in a really good mood when he walks into Milliways today. Sneaking into Club Titiboo had been a bigger success than he could have hoped. Kumatora's with them, they found Duster, and they know their next course of action: Unknown Valley.
There is something nagging on his mind. A little something, not nearly as big as some worries he's had before.
He's given two things when he gets to the bar. One is a good pair of gardening gloves. The other is a rather modern walkman with clearly labeled buttons.
"What's this?" he asks, picking up the headphones with curiosity.
A small list of instructions comes up, the bottom of the list naming the band who wrote the music. As he realizes what the device is for, he smiles wider and wider.
"Tonda Gossa," he says warmly.
Next thing you know, Lucas is out in the garden, putting the new gloves to work and listening to some DCMC on the walkman.
There is something nagging on his mind. A little something, not nearly as big as some worries he's had before.
He's given two things when he gets to the bar. One is a good pair of gardening gloves. The other is a rather modern walkman with clearly labeled buttons.
"What's this?" he asks, picking up the headphones with curiosity.
A small list of instructions comes up, the bottom of the list naming the band who wrote the music. As he realizes what the device is for, he smiles wider and wider.
"Tonda Gossa," he says warmly.
Next thing you know, Lucas is out in the garden, putting the new gloves to work and listening to some DCMC on the walkman.
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Mar. 29th, 2011 08:31 pmparkerleeParker is engaged in a Convoluted Exercise of Extreme Girliness this evening.
An old towel is spread out on the sofa cushions to protect them from spillage. A plastic basket full of small bottles, cotton balls, and other paraphernalia is sitting on the coffee table. Parker – in pajamas, hair up in a messy bun –has her feet propped up on the sofa and is carefully painting her toenails turquoise.
A demure (and more workplace friendly) pink is set aside to do her fingernails in.
All she needs is an umbrella drink, but that’s only one waitrat away.
Feel free to stop, chat, do your nails. She is entirely botherable.
An old towel is spread out on the sofa cushions to protect them from spillage. A plastic basket full of small bottles, cotton balls, and other paraphernalia is sitting on the coffee table. Parker – in pajamas, hair up in a messy bun –has her feet propped up on the sofa and is carefully painting her toenails turquoise.
A demure (and more workplace friendly) pink is set aside to do her fingernails in.
All she needs is an umbrella drink, but that’s only one waitrat away.
Feel free to stop, chat, do your nails. She is entirely botherable.
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Mar. 29th, 2011 08:55 pmgolden_lyreWhen the napkin pops up along with his ouzo, Orpheus smiles. "I'd be honored."
A few minutes later, there's a hastily scrawled message on the specials board:
Specials
1/2 off your drink for a song
(Free drinks for the night if it's better than mine)
[ooc: Very late, but open for the next couple hours and slowtimes after that.]
A few minutes later, there's a hastily scrawled message on the specials board:
1/2 off your drink for a song
(Free drinks for the night if it's better than mine)
[ooc: Very late, but open for the next couple hours and slowtimes after that.]
