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[vance_prime]

Enter Alyx Vance.

She's looking very subdued at the moment, and has a moderately-sized stack of papers under one arm.

"Bar? I need a map of North American rail lines in my world, circa 2001. The biggest one you can get me."

She takes the folded paper that materializes and heads for the biggest table in the Bar. Vance Prime has work to do.

[ooc: Open until it scrolls.]

Comments

[acts_of_gord]

"Huh. I think you're right," Gordon says. "Got anything you'd like?"

[vance_prime]

"I dunno, does Santa have a Combine-killing superweapon he can put in my stocking?"

[acts_of_gord]

"You might have to settle for some candy canes," Gordon says. "But I'll see what he's got."

[vance_prime]

"Well, what about you? What do you want for Christmas? Or your birthday?"

[acts_of_gord]

Gordon starts to say something about being so lucky this year that he doesn't need to ask for more; then he stops, remembering.

"You know... I never did get around to building a bike to go with yours."

[vance_prime]

Alyx's smile broadens.

"That just might be doable."