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There are a lot of animals in the bar.
Sam notices this as soon as he comes downstairs. He stops, grinning, and looks around for the cause-- although as to what it could be or what he could do about it he hasn't a clue.
It's not the only thing he doesn't have any idea about these days, and that thought is enough to wipe the smile from his face. Sam claims a beer from the bar and settles himself at a booth with his laptop, John's journal, and a stack of notes.
I've got to figure out a way to help Jess. I've got to.
[ooc: just as an fyi, not only does Sam not have a working plan, but neither does his player! not yet, anyway...]
Sam notices this as soon as he comes downstairs. He stops, grinning, and looks around for the cause-- although as to what it could be or what he could do about it he hasn't a clue.
It's not the only thing he doesn't have any idea about these days, and that thought is enough to wipe the smile from his face. Sam claims a beer from the bar and settles himself at a booth with his laptop, John's journal, and a stack of notes.
I've got to figure out a way to help Jess. I've got to.
[ooc: just as an fyi, not only does Sam not have a working plan, but neither does his player! not yet, anyway...]