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The bar is now up one caffienated gunslinger. Be advised.




[Mun vs. Paper, Round IV--Sudden Death. Level of play will depend on how strict I am with myself. (Probably not very.)]

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland is unwitting, alas.

He's also next to Cuthbert. Wherever, um, that is.

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Far away from Manuel.

...Very far away.

Cuthbert nods to him. "Roland."

[lastgunslinger]

"Spoke to Bernard."

Roland's face and voice are pleasant enough. Just like they were speaking of...Cuthbert's hat.

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"Wonderful." Cuthbert replies, matching Roland for pleasantness. "What'd he have to say?"

[lastgunslinger]

"He'd see justice done, and said I could suggest the method. Thought I'd consult the others, first, before speaking with him again."

He thinks, hard: Joe. Moiraine. The Dream-lord.

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Cuthbert nods. "Good. Have you had the chance to, yet?"

Joe is gone. Moiraine, Cuthbert hasn't seen in the bar for a day or two, and the Dream-lord, even longer.

[lastgunslinger]

"Not as yet." Such pleasantness from our gunslinger! "I'll keep an eye out. If you see them, let them know I'd speak with them, would you?"

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"I'll do that." Cuthbert is the very soul of amiability.

"How much of this does Alain know about? And...are you planning to tell him the rest?"

[lastgunslinger]

"Hard to tell him about this when he doesn't know everything that's passed. We're working on it. I told him about it when I told him about our other friend -- " Joe, he thinks/sends -- "and he knows there's more to the story. He'll know once he gets the full scope of the Seven, in this place."

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Cuthbert nods. "It's not exactly a story that's easily told, to one who's still adjusting to life here."

[lastgunslinger]

"You say true." A small smile. "It's taking a while. There's a lot of it."

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"There is, at that." Hell, Cuthbert's still not clear on all of it himself.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland looks around. "How goes the evening?"

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Cuthbert shrugs. "The usual. There's a man with a strange accent going around propositioning...everything that breathes, seemingly. I'm keeping an eye on him."



...Hey, it was either that, or mention that he spoke to Alain, who spoke to Susan, who...yeah.

[lastgunslinger]

Fucking Milliways.

Roland nods. "Quiet, then." A pause. "I'm heading upstairs. 'Night, Bert."

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Cuthbert nods in return, with a slight smile. "'Night, Ro'."