look at all these tables gradually lining up to be flipped

[inthirds]

WHO: Espergirl and Rockface
WHERE: MAC
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WARNINGS: Young dating people :|
SUMMARY: So begins the downward descent into table flipping land
FORMAT: No

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[speedofnaked]

[she, for reasons that should be patently obvious, avoided answering Illidan's post. she's avoiding most of the recent murmurings, feeling too anxious and wound up by the change of magic in the air to focus on any one thing for long. right now she is at the kitchen table, making an energy drink cocktail strong enough to hospitalize three men stupid enough to try this at home.

she was ignoring the sound of voices, but the familiar noise of packing up has her turning to the source, but rooted where stood.]

[inthirds]

[Zel emerges, giving the longsword over his shoulder one last careful tug to make sure it's secure. he stops after a second glance her way, feeling that fresh knot of dread.

he swallows, shifting where he stands.]

Terra, I...[wow, that swallow did nothing.] I have to...

[speedofnaked]

[stuttering: code yellow. she frowns a little, putting down an oddly shaped metal bottle with a quiet thunk on the table.]

To...?

[inthirds]

[wow this is way harder than talking to a faceless device seriously what is with that...

exhale, talking to the wall in a different direction:] Illidan...It's the deal. I have to go.