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Sep 20, 2009 13:55

O.K., show of hands: glad to wake up here? Pour your hearts out so we can go back to the usual fate-worse-than-death bullshit.

Confidential to PP -- I've got your wrist rocket. It's yours if you want it back -- my aim sucks.

-- Sangamon Taylor

*day 44, s.t.

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scalyfishman September 20 2009, 19:24:25 UTC
Still online, huh? I was going to stop by last night but I got sidetracked by a crazy white-haired guy who turned the hallway into palpitating pink mess. Things kind of went down the apeslag hill from there. Them’s the breaks.

- DC

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toxicspiderman September 20 2009, 19:42:54 UTC
After a brief interruption in service, yeah.

Did you ever get your chemistry experiment working?

-- S.T.

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scalyfishman September 20 2009, 19:58:36 UTC
Good to know.

No dice. Haven't heard back from the guy yet. I'll be hunting him down though, finding out just where things are headed.

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toxicspiderman September 20 2009, 20:00:05 UTC
Let me know if it falls through. I could use a challenge.

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scalyfishman September 21 2009, 06:30:02 UTC
[hesitation marks] You'd actually Sure. I'll give you a shout if I can't find him.

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unmocked_lawr September 20 2009, 20:11:39 UTC
I think we made ourselves a friend we don't need. Are you unharmed?

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scalyfishman September 21 2009, 06:31:11 UTC
I don't know, she seemed totally into you. Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing a hot oil bath shower won't fix. You?

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unmocked_lawr September 21 2009, 23:25:25 UTC
Regrettably, the acquisition of an incorporeal paramour isn't terribly high on my list of priorities. She might warm to you, given time.

I'm fine as well.

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scalyfishman September 22 2009, 10:00:32 UTC
Cold fish Ice queen. Still, if by 'warm' you mean 'try to suffocate', I think you might be on to something.

Gear.

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