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<blockquote data-quote="Thomas Hobbes" data-source="post: 1295579" data-attributes="member: 8623">ooc: Left me out, I'm afraid. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink&nbsp; &nbsp; ;)"&nbsp; data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />&nbsp; Last PC on the characters thread.&nbsp; I'll guess that I'm there too, unless you're excluding me like all the cool kids do.&nbsp; <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin&nbsp; &nbsp; :D"&nbsp; data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /> IC:&nbsp; I looked around calmly, craning my neck to look at the newcomers.&nbsp; After the bizarre occurrences of the past (how many days?&nbsp; I hadn't kept track)- the bizarre creatures, the talking animals, and the disappearance of most of the population of Cornell University and its environs- discovering myself in a restaurant with strangers when I had previously been taking the first cautious steps outside into the snow was relatively benign.I looked down at my meal of a hamburger.&nbsp; It was mostly consumed, and although I didn't remember eating it I wasn't as hungry as before.&nbsp; I shrugged, took my napkin off my lap, put it on the table, nodded politely to my tablemates and stood up.&nbsp; Turning to the newcomers, I entered a deep bow, my hand flourishing in circles in front of me.&nbsp; I don't know why, because on rising I felt rather foolish.&nbsp; I fought to keep a grin of embarrassment off my face, restraining it to a small smile, and said &quot;Pleased to meet you.&nbsp; I am,&quot; I continued, puffing out my chest and deepening my voice, &quot;Thomas Hamilton Gordanier.&nbsp; The first.&nbsp; Of Cambridge.&quot;&nbsp; I reverted to my normal, slouching position, as I rather expected that a gangly teenager attempting to achieve gravitas looked rather ridiculous.&nbsp; &quot;And now I'll drop the silly pageantry.&nbsp; Sorry about that, don’t know what came over me…&quot;&nbsp; My tone turned more serious.&nbsp; &quot;Any idea what, in the infinite layers of the abyss, is going on?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Thomas Hobbes, post: 1295579, member: 8623"] ooc: Left me out, I'm afraid. ;) Last PC on the characters thread. I'll guess that I'm there too, unless you're excluding me like all the cool kids do. :D IC: I looked around calmly, craning my neck to look at the newcomers. After the bizarre occurrences of the past (how many days? I hadn't kept track)- the bizarre creatures, the talking animals, and the disappearance of most of the population of Cornell University and its environs- discovering myself in a restaurant with strangers when I had previously been taking the first cautious steps outside into the snow was relatively benign. I looked down at my meal of a hamburger. It was mostly consumed, and although I didn't remember eating it I wasn't as hungry as before. I shrugged, took my napkin off my lap, put it on the table, nodded politely to my tablemates and stood up. Turning to the newcomers, I entered a deep bow, my hand flourishing in circles in front of me. I don't know why, because on rising I felt rather foolish. I fought to keep a grin of embarrassment off my face, restraining it to a small smile, and said "Pleased to meet you. I am," I continued, puffing out my chest and deepening my voice, "Thomas Hamilton Gordanier. The first. Of Cambridge." I reverted to my normal, slouching position, as I rather expected that a gangly teenager attempting to achieve [i]gravitas[/i] looked rather ridiculous. "And now I'll drop the silly pageantry. Sorry about that, don’t know what came over me…" My tone turned more serious. "Any idea what, in the infinite layers of the abyss, is going on?" [/QUOTE]

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