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Who: Jemaine and Cherry
What: Chillin'
When: Wednesday, before sunset
Where: On a rock somewhere
Jemaine was sitting on a rock, one foot curled under his thigh and the other set firmly on the ground, strumming idly at his lute. He had initially considered practicing with his bass, but with the lack of electricity and its may-be-may-be-not ability to create hallucinatory fire Jemaine had quickly decided against it.
Not that he didn't appreciate the effort Bret had gone to to bring his bass, he had -- although the means were sketchy and the likelihood of a bass just appearing in a tree were astronomically implausible -- he just appreciated his head not being on fire a little bit more.
That and he was supposedly meeting with Cherry today, though with no real location he was considering that possibility fairly unlikely as well, and he didn't really want to see her head on fire either.
Well, at least he was sort of making connections.
He was becoming vaguely aware that he didn't have many friends.
What: Chillin'
When: Wednesday, before sunset
Where: On a rock somewhere
Jemaine was sitting on a rock, one foot curled under his thigh and the other set firmly on the ground, strumming idly at his lute. He had initially considered practicing with his bass, but with the lack of electricity and its may-be-may-be-not ability to create hallucinatory fire Jemaine had quickly decided against it.
Not that he didn't appreciate the effort Bret had gone to to bring his bass, he had -- although the means were sketchy and the likelihood of a bass just appearing in a tree were astronomically implausible -- he just appreciated his head not being on fire a little bit more.
That and he was supposedly meeting with Cherry today, though with no real location he was considering that possibility fairly unlikely as well, and he didn't really want to see her head on fire either.
Well, at least he was sort of making connections.
He was becoming vaguely aware that he didn't have many friends.