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I guess I need a more effective plan.
who → Seifer A. and Seifer W. (where W. stands for Wigger :D)
what → Meeting ... finally!
when → Uh, sometime after this. Think I'd have to say yesterday afternoon, actually.
where → Ground floor hallway.
rating → PG-13 likely bordering R, 'cause Seifer's got a mouth. ... Oh, right, there are two of those here. XD
( hanging on the promises and songs of yesterday )
I've been up, down, and around practically every inch of this place in the past several days. I guess it's the CSI in me, wanting to examine everything in full.
And speaking of CSIs... I guess there's more than one of us here. Me, Speed, one of his co-workers, and someone outta Vegas. I'd say "what're the odds?" but as far as I've been told (and even from what I've seen), pretty much anything is possible here. But, hey, in all honesty, I still miss New York like crazy. That's home, and this place still has that temporary feel. ...Even if there is no way out or anything, that's still how it feels. It's, uh... it's kinda hard to explain, really. Anyone else happen to know what I mean, though?
Still wish I'd see Messer Danny or Stella or Mac around here. I'd like to see the expressions on their faces when they see I'm alive and well. Then I just gotta catch up on what's been going on since I was killed. What I'd really like to know is whether or not they ended up gettin' Pratt. Pretty sure they did, knowing them, but I just wanna know for sure.
Ah, look at me. I went off ramblin'. [ chuckle ] Sorry 'bout that.
You babies. I took the elevator despite their little game of "body map". How rad am I now?
And no, I didn't watch. That's just gross. I had somewhere to go and someone to see. I didn't have time to commentate every move like a football game, and even if I had, no. There are so many ways to say no; so many languages, so many accents, so many voices. A great big, fat no.
By the way, that Reeve Tuesti man, how is he getting along?