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Game Session 3B - Cell Cleaning

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Friggin' Dray. >:(

School,* LEED AP, BD&C (beta-test),* chest cold,* Drew's wedding,* GF,* Work,* Sleep[/color]


Drew's not married yet - no excuse
Chest Cold keeps you home...and POSTING
GF is something on the order of 1,500 miles away...non-issue
Work...as IF (we work too...no excuse)
Sleep?!? We don't need no stinkin' sleep!

At least now I know that you're poking your head in here every now and then.

Renee considered her companion's words while tears dried on her cheeks, it seemed as if weeks went by before she actually made a reply.

"You know Temmit? You are right...we will get around that matin Midget!" she exclaimed with a bit over-zealous and therefore awkward thumbs up motion. She realized how silly she looked and let out a small chuckle before motioning on for them to continue down the corridor.

"So what do you think about that medalion (shield)? How do you suppose it works?"

"I have no idea." Temmit replied factually. "But if it does what it's supposed to do, then I'm hoping that we can use it. I also wonder if Mia can make them...she's quite a gifted craftsman. er...woman. Girl. Craftsman, I think. I think." This incidental thought suddenly occupied a great deal of Temmit's brain. Which one would be right?

He didn't even realize how much time had passed before...


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