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He bounds through a door and into the nexus with a loud laugh. Pausing to look left then right, he climbs up on a chair and from there to the top of a big oaken table.
Standing strong with legs apart and hands on hips he looks around at the gathering crowd. "This" he says suddenly, brandishing a green velvet and gold trimmed sash. "This was a gift of the Empress of Antartica. Tell me, what unusual gifts have you been given lately from that someone special?"
((*sorries, sorries. typist is punchdrunk tired and is off to find caffeine at all night coffeshop. Will be back asap to continue thread))
Standing strong with legs apart and hands on hips he looks around at the gathering crowd. "This" he says suddenly, brandishing a green velvet and gold trimmed sash. "This was a gift of the Empress of Antartica. Tell me, what unusual gifts have you been given lately from that someone special?"
((*sorries, sorries. typist is punchdrunk tired and is off to find caffeine at all night coffeshop. Will be back asap to continue thread))