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[Mar. 21st, 2011|12:33 am] |
*Hears tell of a new resident in the palace.*
*Goes to his classroom and rakes around in the craft cupboard until he finds what he's looking for: a crudely made, white cloth hat bearing the letters "F A C T S," crafted from fuzzy-felt and glued on haphazardly.*
*Dons this hat and goes to investigate.* |
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[Mar. 21st, 2011|05:57 pm] |
*trudges back to her hotel (quite a swanky one; thanks, As Órë Turns!) after a long day of interviews*
*decides to relax for a bit at the hotel bar before she goes upstairs and settles in with room service and whatever porn movies they've got on tap*
*pours herself onto a barstool, sighing with relief to be off the four-and-a-half-inchers for a bit, and orders an appletini when the bartender promptly stops over (they always are so prompt, aren't they?)* |
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curious
tired