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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]

"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."

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

"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'."