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beluga_man ([info]beluga_man) wrote in [info]nosuchplace,
@ 2009-01-13 23:19:00
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Monday: November 5, 2007
Who: Corisanthias and Open (
When: 12 P.M.-5 P.M.
Where: The doorsteps of the Waterfront Bungalows/Helicharis Cottages.
What: Corisanthias goes door to door to try to garner the peoples votes.

Corisanthias was not quite sure what he was doing, but he had made up his mind and now he was bound to his decision. He had somewhat of a message to relay, which kept running through his head as he focused on not tripping over his own feet. He had been planning on focusing more on the murders that had occurred, but now with the recent Harpy attack he had even less of an idea what to focus on. He hoped at least that when he began to talk to people he might figure out exactly what they were worried the vice-council would take care of.

Which might help him understand a little more what exactly he was supposed to do if he managed to procure a seat on it.

He inhaled deeply and stepped up to the doorstep, hoping he would not make too big of a fool of himself. He had even decided to dress for the occasion, with a T-shirt and a pair of pants which were making him feel severely constricted, but less like a loon. He reached down and tugged on his pants to try to loosen them a little, and with that, he exhaled, put on a rather strained smile and knocked.


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