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[mmm_paradise]

[[ooc: dated sometime tomorrow, between 3 and 4 pm. reasons will become obvious soon. red is zelman, purple is joshua, blue is everyone else.]]

[the journal falls open to some low-key murmuring, many conversations going on at once in a bare room. A gavel bangs, and the journal catches the tail end of a loud, authoritative voice.] -to Mister Ernest

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[exanimatus]

One-hundred twenty-five, going once...!

[and because you only live once. or twice.] Thirty-two.

Thirty-two at one-hundred thirty, do we have...

[mmm_paradise]

What if someone else buys it? [someone else does make a bid on it. we're at 135, zelman!]

[exanimatus]

[bids again. he has persistence and copious amounts of money.]

I don't plan on letting that happen.

[mmm_paradise]

It's a couch with stripes, Zelman. That's quite a bold statement, and in fashion... [a delicate pause.] Oops, I'm broaching fashion with you. Never mind.

[hatesdolls]

[... sick bastards.]

[mmm_paradise]

[sick bastards with an eye for interior design. if you insist on namecalling...]

[exanimatus]

[you will see it every day. it will haunt your dreams.]

[payback]

[...]

[mmm_paradise]

[jealous]

[payback]

[no comment.]

[fastest]

[ ...que? ]

[mmm_paradise]

[oh yeah that new couch you guys are gonna get later

it's awful]

[orderlybento]

[what did she get herself roped up in?]