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failhound[yet another post with no violence done to the communicator! has the apocalypse--
never mind. anyway the owner is currently strolling along the streets, it looks like; you can just catch glimpses of empty shopfronts]
--nice of her to lend me clothes, but I can't keep her brother's stuff forever. This place looks a lot smaller than the last time...
[after a moment, the view swings up as Nora (so he thinks) clicks the communicator on so he's not (presumably) talking to himself -- he's also wearing a new set of clothes... that aren't his] Hey, the shops didn't get fixed at all! They're still all trashed, the hell's up with that? Where'm I supposed to--
[a crackle of static. suddenly, it's raining lions. ... or rather.
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whatthefactor.][--it's a fucking huge lion, thank you very much: CRASH.]
... MOTHERFU--
[annnnd Nora lands on the communicator]
[OOC: Commentloggin' with Sho. Feel free to mock him mercilessly over the network, though there'll be an IC delay getting back to you. :p]
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Date: 2010-08-12 01:53 am (UTC)... and stifled giggling.]
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Date: 2010-08-12 05:40 am (UTC)[voice]
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Date: 2010-08-12 08:01 pm (UTC)[yes he does, but shhh]
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Date: 2010-08-12 08:32 pm (UTC)[dying people are no cause for alarm. absolutely not.]
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Date: 2010-08-12 08:42 pm (UTC)[of course not, because he is TOTALLY FINE. mostly. ish. not dying...!]
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Date: 2010-08-12 11:35 pm (UTC)[not even a little? 8I]
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Date: 2010-08-12 11:39 pm (UTC)[but it is a little quieter, at least]