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Game Session 3B - Cell Cleaning

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Johan:
Friggin' Dray. >:(

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

Johan:
pbbppbpttt...

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.

Dray:
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?"

Johan:
"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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