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[Jan. 30th, 2010|02:13 am] |
So, either I really fucking snapped or I just got moved by a tornado. That's the sort of thing that doesn't usually happen to stable people. |
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[Nov. 24th, 2009|02:16 pm] |
I guess this is the off-season. My favourite Greek lady's started complaining about the cold and her neighbour, but she always complains about her.
Anyone want a room at my taverna? I'm feeling generous, so everything's pretty cheap right now. |
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[Aug. 1st, 2009|10:09 pm] |
Oh, it's hot out there. I've never done so much business with the jet skis, and the little old lady who deals with the drinks is saying business is up like crazy...
...I should really get one of those jet skis for myself. I need to cool down. |
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[Jun. 14th, 2009|09:58 pm] |
If there's anyone still looking for a safe place, my taverna's still holding up: [address]. It's on a Greek island, and the zombies aren't coming anywhere nearby.
I don't think they can swim. Either that, or that old Greek lady who shouts a lot has scared them all off... can zombies even be scared? I wonder. |
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[Mar. 29th, 2009|12:24 am] |
...Okay, I can now speak fluent Greek with my customers. That's really unexpected. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2009|12:17 pm] |
I think some old Greek lady just tried to put a curse on me.
Running a taverna is hard. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|06:52 am] |
Okay Soren, I'm making a new rule.
No Abba after 8pm. I had horribly horribly Swedish dreams. |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2009|10:46 am] |
I apparently own a little Greek taverna. Mum'd be so proud of me.
I just have to hope my Greek's up to scratch. |
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[Dec. 30th, 2008|12:22 pm] |
Seems like there's always another batch of newcomers, funny thing about this place, always pulling folk in from all over.
For the new ones (and maybe the old ones, if you haven't seen it yet) my name's Book, and I had some people give me a helping hand on my first few days, so I'm repaying that by passing it on.
Anybody who needs some help getting things sorted out, need a few days to get your feet back under you, feel free to come by and see me [London address]. Place is open to the lost, don't matter how badly, whether you need a mug of tea and some directions to the zoo, or a couch to sleep on for a couple days while you adjust I'm open for all comers, especially those displaced in time as well as space.
I've also been told that I'm pretty good with the advice, if that's what you need instead, don't worry about it being too late or too early, help's provided at all hours. |
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[Dec. 30th, 2008|08:25 pm] |
Well, that was a bit... weird.
But it's an adventure. I guess that's what counts. |
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