Ars Goetia ([personal profile] arsgoetia) wrote2017-10-08 09:14 pm
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[Game 21] Epilogue

So, you get your Philly cheesesteak, and you head back on another train, returning to New York at fuck o'clock in the morning. Maybe you get a nap on the train, or maybe you're full of yawns and misery as you head back to Sariel's house at the crack of dawn. Paz went on her merry way with wonderful promises for the future, but Hale is with you, seeming remarkably energetic.

Madison is just barely held back by Kieran, it seems, from just sprinting out the door as soon as you get anywhere near the yard. As it stands, as soon as you all make your way past the gate, there's a redhead barreling down to greet you.
defendless: (an anchor's just a coffin-nail)

[personal profile] defendless 2017-10-14 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Ohh. A lot of things seem to be made of metal around here. Are you okay unless it's that much?
dammitmaonmaon: (sailing over a cardboard sea)

[personal profile] dammitmaonmaon 2017-10-19 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Aye, a'm only half. It only bothers me a wee bit when tis all around.
defendless: (ever so slightly)

[personal profile] defendless 2017-10-20 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Then it's good that it isn't as big a problem as it could be...