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So. Today's the day. Go time. D-Day. The final countdown.
. . . you get the picture. Insert your own cliche here.
Tom is at a table by the door, keeping an eye out for his compatriots. His backpack's on the floor beside him.
He'd considered getting coffee, but judging from the way he's drumming his fingers incessantly, he doesn't really need the extra nervous energy.
[ooc: Plot-locked.]
. . . you get the picture. Insert your own cliche here.
Tom is at a table by the door, keeping an eye out for his compatriots. His backpack's on the floor beside him.
He'd considered getting coffee, but judging from the way he's drumming his fingers incessantly, he doesn't really need the extra nervous energy.
[ooc: Plot-locked.]