Page Seventeen
Sep. 11th, 2007 12:09 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
This isn't the kitchen...
[A long pause]
What... How did it end? And... how long has it been?
((OOC: *pulls a Pyro* 12:12am here. It's Tuesday))
[transcribed without her knowledge, naturally; there's a frantic rustling of sheets, and the following is said in a semi-groggy tone of voice:]
Th-this isn't the hospital. I'm in reg-- [abrupt stop; pause] ... my gunshot wound's healed.
[clearly distressed] ... What the hell's going on? [mumbled] I'm not... dead, am I?
Does anyone know if there any weapon shops in the city surrounding this castle? I didn't get the chance to go there to look myself.
The reason I ask is because my spear is apparently missing, and I'd like to get a new one.
Well, I see the castle/this world's pulled in more unsuspecting victims.
Good thing it waited until last week's mess was over. That would've been a hell of a thing to show up to.
[thoughtful pause]
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