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Christian of the moulin rouge (come_what_may) wrote in mirage_rpg,

Christian yawned, sitting up and for a second he half-hoped he was back home.He frowned slightly when his sleep-adlid brain reminded him he wasnt, and he quickly made his way to the shower, planning on spending the reminder of the day exploring this strange place.

The sound of something being taped to his door drew his attention, as he pulled jacket on, and peered out in the hallway, spotting one of the weird stone-people he had spyed on his exploration yesterday, placing envolopes on varies doors.

Pulling his envelope off, he read through, frowning. Bowling?What the bloody hell was that?He had never heard of such a thing before.He debated on not going, but didnt want one of those..weird stone people angery at him, so with a sigh, he headed for the kitchen for a quick breakfast, still amazed that the golems served anythinghe asked, before heading towards what he hopedwas a 'bowling alley.'

He was a little overjoyed to see others there as well, he had feared he might have been the only one, and grinned at them, taking the odd looking shoes the golem offered him "Hello all"He greeted, smiling.