OOC: Tales From The Old Bald One-Eyed Salty Red Dog Tavern!

[Wystan]

::Insert Evil Grin Here::

 

[Gray Shade]

Er, I think Wystan got ahead of the rest of us. You're handing out clothing in the bar, and my guy is still sleeping for the night (I guess). Lazlow, can you remedy the discrepency?

Thanks!

 

[Lazlow]

Wystan's fixed that, I believe.

 

[Gray Shade]

Thanks.

I think we're all in different time zones right now--Desert is trying to get us rooms (probably at the Cobbler's), Wystan and K are up in the morning and ready to go, my guy is still sleeping, and Branding is . . . er . . . getting a room?

I'm sure we'll regroup soon.

 

[Lazlow]

Yeah, just gotta wrap up some things with Desert and you'll all be through for the night.

 

[Ranger Rick]

Cool, but I am leaving in about 15 minutes than I am done until morning.

 

[Wystan]

Hellooooooo (listens to the echo of an empty day)

 

[Lazlow]

Sorry, this "real life" stuff keeps intruding on my fantasy world! I'll have a post up later today.

 

[Wystan]

 

[Ranger Rick]

Intended or not the IC thread has a marx brothers feel to it.