The Cemetery, Monday Evening [1/28/08]
Papa Midnite sat near an old tomb in the cemetery with his cigar's smoke curling slowly out from around his face, into the evening air.
His head was tilted and he'd give an occasional slow nod. He was catching up on the town's doings since he'd been away.
His soft chuckle broke the silence.
"Well, now. How interesting."
[OOC: Open! And, just to clarify, those NFB warnings seem to work in the spirit world, as well. So, if any event was in that section of the nightly news, Midnite won't know about it.]
His head was tilted and he'd give an occasional slow nod. He was catching up on the town's doings since he'd been away.
His soft chuckle broke the silence.
"Well, now. How interesting."
[OOC: Open! And, just to clarify, those NFB warnings seem to work in the spirit world, as well. So, if any event was in that section of the nightly news, Midnite won't know about it.]