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[quinceypmorris]

Howdy. My name's Quincey Morris (not that this "typist" gal can spell it!)

I'm from Texas, and boy have I got stories. They're not the kind anyone believes, mind, which was all right for a while 'cause I was dead, but now-- Lord knows why-- I seem to be not.  You'd probably want to send me marching along to Seward if I told you what led up to my

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[silent_lark]

Welcome, M. Morris! You're not the only one here who seems to be suddenly... less dead than they were before. I do hope you enjoy it here. *smiles prettily*

[quinceypmorris]

I reckon it'll be a sight better than being six feet under, Miss . . . oh, I don't believe I caught your name, but I'm sure it's an awfully pretty one.

[modern_morpheus]

Quincy! Thank *twitch* goodness someone else has shown up! I believe Miss Mina and Miss *twitch* Lucy are about somewhere, but I haven't seen them in ages. Forgive the twitching, it's just a side affect of the *twitch* morphine. Nothing to worry about.

[quinceypmorris]

Jack! Good to see you again! Art's here too, did you see?

Mina's here? And . . . and Lucy? oh lord, is she--?

You ought to go easy on the morphine, old fella, and save it for the patients. You could set a meter by you!

[intryingtimes]

Quincey! *grasps Quincey's hands tightly* You're here, too, old man? I thought it was just me.

Oh, you don't know how terribly glad I am to see you. We were all-- well. We missed you, Quincey, and I can't say that enough. But-- but by Jove, you're here now, and that's what matters. We'll have to get together, all of us, and talk, though god knows there must be better things to speak of than the past.

[quinceypmorris]

Art! You all can't have missed me too much. You look well enough. *grin*

I wouldn't want to talk over old times too much, considering what old times were like, but I do want to hear about what happened after . . . well. After.

It's good to see you, Art. *bear hug*

[intryingtimes]

*laughs* But so do you, don't forget, so perhaps you can't go by looks in this place.

Well, come on, then. I'll tell you everything, and maybe Jack here will come along.

*a bit surprised but then practically clings*

[quinceypmorris]

Well, it's a strange enough little place, and no mistake. Funny, the both of us finding it around now, isn't it? I wonder how Jack got here so far ahead of us!

[sane_bombardier]

The Texan turned out to be good-natured, generous and likable. In three days no one could stand him.

Don't mind me. Your cheerful nature and friendly disposition are probably going to get right up my ass.

Welcome ;)

[quinceypmorris]

I don't mean to get anyone's hackles up, sir.

[sane_bombardier]

I only say that because you seem like a cheerful, friendly, nice guy. Things like that tend to get on my nerves. But I will make an effort to suppress it.

[beebridget]

Texas? Do you have a gun, like the characters in the Old West movies?

Typist: Eerie. I just finished reading Dracula a few minutes ago. I swear, all the characters in that book that I liked ended up dying in some really horrible manner. ;)

[quinceypmorris]

'Course I have a gun! I wouldn't be a real southern boy if I didn't, now, would I?

And what would your name be, little lady?