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Chur is sitting at a table with an opaque plastic box a little longer than a shoebox, a little deeper, and three times as wide, a plate of fried eggs and a rare steak of some kind of red meat, and a mug of gfi. She's eating her meal rather slowly, as most of her attention is on watching those at the nearby tables.
She'd probably be interested in talking to just about anyone (anyone not put off by the fact that she looks like a bipedal lion and is eating with a knife that looks much too sharp to be safe for eating purposes, that is). Maybe she'll tell you what's in the box?
[tinytags: Ellen, the Vault 101 Dweller]
She'd probably be interested in talking to just about anyone (anyone not put off by the fact that she looks like a bipedal lion and is eating with a knife that looks much too sharp to be safe for eating purposes, that is). Maybe she'll tell you what's in the box?
[tinytags: Ellen, the Vault 101 Dweller]