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Thursday, March 26th, 2009
| Time | Event |
| 12:29a | Because Sobriety Is Overrated! [Baird, with the new Matt Parkman following, enter the bar] |
| 2:56a | NFPDR has a new OTP! Ship it or die. [j/k, obviously, about the dying part] WARNING: NC17 CONTENT [Baird and Cid enter the bedroom. Its quite spartan but clean and comfortable. Including a king-size bed for some hot bitter engineer manlove] [And, in keeping with our tradition of conveniently-structured rooms, this one has an armor rack!] [Baird nods in approval as he enters] "Now lets see, gotta get this fuckin armor off...." |
| 12:47p | I wanted some alone time, but this is rediculous. [Closing the door behind him, he sighed heavily. He'd been trying to slip away from the victory party all evening and was glad he could finally leave the Mute city auditorium behind. But the night wasn't over yet. He had to answer fanmails, mail out autographs, schedule photoshoots... Well, at least he could finally change out of his outfit.] Wait a second... This isn't Mute city. [Falcon looked around, suddenly realising that he was no longer in the auditorium. Even the door he had come through seemed to have disappeared. Quickly he tapped the side of his helmet, a readout flashed an error message in some alien language on his visor.] 'No response?' ... Where the hell am I? [Trying something else, Falcon desperately tapped at some buttons concealed in his sleeve. Again, no response] I can't even reach the Blue Falcon? What is this place? ((ooc note: Hi, I'm a bit of a newb at this roleplaying lark, so I may take a long time to reply sometimes. Be patient with me XD)) Current Mood:  confused |
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