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[k_gabriel]

So there's this club. In post-apocalyptic Chicago. Where things seem to have been a bit quiet lately.

And right now, there's a Karla in it, seated at one table with her feet up on another, crossed at the ankles, picking out something on her guitar.

Sounds like "Blackbird", but she takes requests.

[OOC: Mun on spring break, and pining for Wasteland threadage. Tags welcome any time over the next week. Plz? :D]