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Sep 10, 2010 06:55

Who: Erik, Martha, anyone else who wants to be uncomfortable and doesn't have a group
What: Camping
When: Day 36
Where: Town Square


Erik had woken up outside before. But not for a long time, and not, ever, next to someone else. Instincts, long honed by a life of danger and overcoming any ache in his old bones, took over, and long cold fingers wrapped around the neck of the person next to him before Erik's senses had fully kicked in.

[log]:, martha jones, erik

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