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[eatatjoesaura]

Who: Lorne [Open, even people who don't live at the Hyperion]
What: Summer days
When: July 2nd, All day.
Where: Caritas Karaoke Bar & Grill, and the Hyperion Hotel.

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[doesntneedarmor]

Sarasim and Kudamon were down in the bar.

It was still early today, not yet lunchtime so it was peaceful and quiet. Some remaining patrons were either just starting on a fresh day of drinking or were passing through getting smoothies and coffee drinks to go.

Kudamon sipped a Latte and returned to a stack of paperwork she was filling out for DATS. While Sarasim was still on light duty she was restricted from too much field time and was doing her best to re-learn how to write with her automail arm.

while she practice on blank pieces of paper Kudamon was filling out paperwork and filing it remotely using the D-comm. It wasn't much but it kept coin in their collective pockets.

Sarasim was focusing as she tried to write her own name. Writing itself was a rare talent in her homeland and she had only learned it so she could be the most skilled leader she could.

"Atrocious, simply atrocious." Kudamon admonished looking over her work, "That is not how you spell your name...that letter is backwards...and your penmenship is horrible. How on earth did you ever get hired at DATS?"

Sarasim grumbled, "Combat skill."

With a tut tut Kudamon spelled Sarasim's name for her correctly and then returned to the paperwork. It was going to be a long day.