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[In the kitchen, Shayera's sitting at the table with a glass of some alien looking drink in front of her. Grub free of course. Flipping through the journal, she takes a swig and dictates.]
December is the month for love and joy and peace on Earth or whatever planet you're from. We're being forced to celebrate this by wearing frills, lace and whatever else people were insane enough to call fashion a couple centuries ago as well as make out with random strangers because some birds decree it.
Huh, go figure.
Anyway, smooch inducing pigeons aside, what's there to do around here? I don't mean curling up in a little corner to sip tea and read Charles Dickens. I'm talking a place to get a solid drink, have decent conversation and potentially leave someone with a few less teeth than they started with. That sort of thing. There's got to be a place around somewhere.
[OOC: Open journal or in person, kissing or not w/e w/e. Just let me know. :D]
December is the month for love and joy and peace on Earth or whatever planet you're from. We're being forced to celebrate this by wearing frills, lace and whatever else people were insane enough to call fashion a couple centuries ago as well as make out with random strangers because some birds decree it.
Huh, go figure.
Anyway, smooch inducing pigeons aside, what's there to do around here? I don't mean curling up in a little corner to sip tea and read Charles Dickens. I'm talking a place to get a solid drink, have decent conversation and potentially leave someone with a few less teeth than they started with. That sort of thing. There's got to be a place around somewhere.
[OOC: Open journal or in person, kissing or not w/e w/e. Just let me know. :D]