Jul 05, 2010 23:48
[We will go ahead and say this is backdated to this morning. Med'an is on the phone with someone, and he sounds confused, just like everyone else....]
Five thou - that's...three zeroes? Yes? So five thousand. By - what?! By tomorrow?! But that's - five thousand of them - ?!
[Whoever's on the other end must be yelling, because he scrambles to apologize.]
No, I will! I can - hang that many flags by tomorrow! Y-yes, sir! [...] Comrade? ...he hung up.
[Awkward silence while Med'an takes a moment to digest his new job.]
....Would anyone like a flag?
awkward shaman is awkward,
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event! in the mayfield!