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[faintsoncue.livejournal.com]

Last time was just a dream.
Or at least, she'd assumed it was a dream.
So this time must be a dream, as well.
That's as close as Christine gets to actual logic.

Therefore, when she delicately steps through the door, in a completely different, but equally extravagent dress, to find herself in the bar, she doesn't faint, but only gasps and places her hand on her exposed bosom ever so gently.

Okay, she may faint soon. There's dead people in this bar, after all.

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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Oh, right, she must faint elegantly, like 99.999999999% of the population of the universe cannot.


Figures.


Ace wonders if the bar will give her duct tape.

[faintsoncue.livejournal.com]

It's a talent, actually.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace can tell.

Maybe not duct tape.

Crazy glue.

[faintsoncue.livejournal.com]

Ace is hard hearted! And mean. Ace is mean!

Christine is still unconscious.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

The good of the many outweighs the good of the few.

In this case, the sanity of the many. Or at least that member of the many within hearing range of Christine. Ace is beginning to relax again, now that the barrage of exclamation points has ceased.

[faintsoncue.livejournal.com]

Christine may or may not be snoring. If she is, it's a very ladylike snore. Almost musical.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

At least someone is getting some sleep around here.

Hmm. Musical. Nasal whistle! Ace chuckles a bit to herself.