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Aug 26, 2006 00:50

Sands had been sprawled across a couch when the latest quake happened. Had been. Now he’s sprawled across the floor. Everything’s gone black.

“Shit,” he hisses, blinking furiously and rubbing at his eyes. The darkness continues to do its thing, regardless.

Slowly, he reaches out a hand and, finding the couch again, pulls himself back onto it. He’s at a bit of a loss of what to do.

[ooc: The mun's internet is being freakishly slow; if she randomly disappears, it probably imploded or something.]

shalla nelprin, mal, sands

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