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Vas Captio Mods ([info]vas_captio_mod) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-08 18:40:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 18, location: carnival, open, selene

Management Thread: 8:00AM, Carnival
Who: The Management and OTA
What: Survey collection and funtimes
Where: The Carnival
When: 8:00AM
Rating: Well, that would depend on who shows up

The Management had promised to be making their rounds today. They would be, too.

Spot 1: The Carnival. 8:00. It was 8:00 and the carnival was quiet. The Doctor known as John Smith hadn't slept there last night, and right now he was probably wishing that he had so he could have front row seats to their first encounter with their captors. However, for now, at precisely the stroke of 8:00AM, the carnival was deceptively quiet. No music or games. No fanfare. It was just empty paths with empty booths and rides that might have worked once upon a time.

Check your watches, the Management will be here soon enough.


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Re: 820-ish
[info]polymorphic
2009-08-14 03:44 pm UTC (link)
If there had been a vote about being a townsperson, Tonks (and every other person here) demanded a recount! She gave him another flat look, annoyance easily taking front seat to any feelings of fear that might be kicking around. "Try being eleven and having people calling you that." Not fun.

She watched him eat the apple, idly reminded of some story or another that she had read. But she couldn't remember which one. Probably one with a devil or trickster character. She was pulling out her journal then, to tear out her survey page. "What's the point of this? Not just the survey, but keepin' us all here at all." Sometimes Tonks just didn't know how to beat around a bush.

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