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[tapdancinskelly]

 Who: Brooke and Anybody
When: Today
Where: Brooke's store
Summary: Brooke has been running things in his restaurant again, and is also running a musical store in the back storage room.  For those who are interested in food, music, or simply chatting with a skeleton bard, this is the log for you.
Warnings: There will be lots of tea.

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[tapdancinskelly]

Brooke heard a voice he had not heard in a very long time. His face seemed to light up, when he looked up from his violin he had been so intently focused on, to see the familiar face of a certain blonde haired bounty hunter. He hadn't heard anything from her ever since he had returned to Siren's Port, and he had been worried that she had died or vanished like so many of the other people he'd known. A worry, that was alleviated when he saw her sitting at a table not far from where he had been playing.

"Samus? Is that really you? Yohohoho! You are indeed a sight for sore eyes my dear lady! But wait, I don't have any eyes! Yohohoho!" Brooke said, deciding that as owner of this store, he could take a break to talk to an old friend whenever he wanted, and did so, sitting across from her at her table. "How have you been? Last time I saw you, you had been pretty beat up, after having discovered the location of the core. A while after that, I simply vanished into thin air, and I haven't heard a word from you or about you since. I have to admit, you had me a little bit worried, but I figured, if anybody was going to be alive in this dump, it would be you."

[steel_goddess]

"It's going to take more then what this place throws at me to take me out long term. I've been through worse." She grins, pointing to the diamond spaed burn scar around her right eye. "Although at this rate I'll be a big mass of scars by the end of it. This happened thanks to some zealots."