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milliways_bar2005-06-20 09:51 am
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Sarah was back, she had fallen asleep in the chair near the fire the night before, and had, as she'd predicted, woken up back home, sandwiched between Cat and Bobby on the couch during what was apparently a marathon of worse-than-B horror movies.
That morning, she'd gotten dressed and gone downstairs, grabbed a pop tart and a banana for breakfast on the go and stepped outside, right into Milliways. So, now -getting used to this sort of thing- she was watching the observation window again, banana finshed, nibbling at the pop tart now, trying to make it last since it was Raspberry, with the speckly icing. Her favorite.
(ooc: responses will be slow, as the mun must go and clean her grandfather's house, then go shopping for creamcheese... ooo, creamcheese.)
That morning, she'd gotten dressed and gone downstairs, grabbed a pop tart and a banana for breakfast on the go and stepped outside, right into Milliways. So, now -getting used to this sort of thing- she was watching the observation window again, banana finshed, nibbling at the pop tart now, trying to make it last since it was Raspberry, with the speckly icing. Her favorite.
(ooc: responses will be slow, as the mun must go and clean her grandfather's house, then go shopping for creamcheese... ooo, creamcheese.)