OOC- darn it, and I would have deleted the copy of the email I sent u too... -_-;; i don't think i wrote anything important, LS, just said thanx and made some protests over the Jar Jar Binks comment... something about not getting my tongue stuck in a pod racer... ^_^;;
IC- Even though she still had her cold, Skye wandered back downstairs to the Bar. "Ale, now, and some cold syrup," Skye ordered, as she took a seat at teh bar wearily. (getting sick really takes it out of her, and she tends to get a bit grouchy... ^_^;; ) She watched the escapade with the bag of devouring and the "flying robots," while nursing her ale, and her cold. Again the earth shook, which didn't help her major headache. "Will someone please tell me why the earth HAS to keep shaking like that?!" Skye exclaimed, moodily. "Don't we have anything interesting to do, then let these poor bucket-of-bolts that they call robots randomly walk in to "destroy us"? This is starting to get booooring...." (Skye is whining now... -_-;; ) "I wanna do something interesting, that doesn't involve me getting captured by any crazy insane people/things." At that moment, Tancred popped up from his hiding spot, and seemed to be discussing something hotly with his talking sword. Something about Tancred not fighting, and not fullfilling his duties... Skye watched the debate with amusement.
OOC- can you mix alcoholic beverages with cold medicine? oh well... ^_^* btw, sorry for making u do something Tancred, just havent seen you for a bit at the Bar, so wanted to see how your "problem" is going to be dealt with.... ^_^*
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