[ Well, here's Meryl, to add some soprano to the chorus of chaos. There's a sharp shriek followed by a crash and the sound of clothes and racks falling about
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Sure! I'll be right th-[Huh, suddenly that voice is coming from both the journal AND two feet to your right.]-ere. [And watch as he walks right into a clothing rack before he realizes he was just teleported.] WHAAAAAA! [CRASH!] Ah...hahaha... I'm here...
I'm fine, but not too sure about this clothes rack. [Untangling himself] I think I'd be a pretty poor outlaw to get done in by a clothes rack after all. [Ah-hah! Freedom! Stands and makes his way too you.] Need a hand?
It's definitely not in my plans... let me go find something and change. [ Excuse her as she goes to grab a shirt and skirt in her size so she's at least decent. ]
[ She'll walk back over several minutes later in a knee-length black skirt and a white blouse. She's found herself some shoes and a bag to put her nightshirt and slippers in. ]
Alright, let's go see if they were able to stay around the kitchen long enough to make some coffee at the cafe. [Feeling gentlemanly he'll even open the door for you.]
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...A-Are... you... alright?
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Sure. Thank you.
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I didn't even get one sip of that coffee.
[ She takes a moment when she's on her feet to straighten her nightshirt. ]
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...unless you want to walk home in your pajamas.
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Alright, let's go.
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