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Post by RekKa on Feb 1, 2008 12:32:23 GMT -5
You are able to go back to sleep, and have remarkably normal and almost plain dreams for the rest of the night.
The next morning you wake to the scent of bacon and eggs.
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 1, 2008 21:15:45 GMT -5
Mmmmmm! Jack's salivating at the smell. In homid, of course, he'll head inside to the food. Talk can wait until after food.
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Post by RekKa on Feb 1, 2008 23:01:13 GMT -5
Molly is cooking breakfast, and it seems the scent of divine food has awoken the rest of your pack.
Over breakfast, Michael asks you, "Sleep alright?"
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 2, 2008 10:20:49 GMT -5
"Well, not exactly" he replies over a mouthful of eggs and bacon. Swallowing, he continues, "Actually, I had a kinda weird dream, an' I'm not sure really wha' to make o' it."
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Post by RekKa on Feb 2, 2008 12:34:54 GMT -5
"Heh, that's actually pretty normal. I asked because I heard you talking in your sleep last night. Don't worry about the dreams too much--we all get a lot of them. I guess it's the world's way of telling us things."
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 2, 2008 16:10:00 GMT -5
"I suppose. Only it felt like more. I was at this crossroads, an' I tried three of the paths only there was somthin' wrong wit' each o'them, and then I tried the last one an I was fallin' fer what seemed like forever. I heard this voice all sooth and calming, calling me child, and I shoulda been scared only I wasn't. When I landed, I was in this really strong, natural place, really good. The voice said it was the land that used ta' be, or somethin', and then it changed around me, an everything was flat and dull wit' squares and rectangle boxes an' stuff, which was "the land now." Then these buildings grew up out of tha ground, and werewolves were leaping up out o'them inta the sky, and the voice said there was still hope, an' I could be tha one to find it." He takes a big swig of juice and a bite of bacon. "Anaway, I thought it was important, but I dunno what ta' make of it."
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Post by RekKa on Feb 2, 2008 16:32:23 GMT -5
Michael laughs a bit. "Sounds about right."
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 2, 2008 22:27:14 GMT -5
"Heh. Well, that's good ta know. Hope it don't happen every night, tho' - it'd be a bit difficult to get a good night's rest iffin it did."
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Post by RekKa on Feb 3, 2008 0:52:08 GMT -5
"Naw. Just once in a while, thankfully. Else I think we'd all be driven crazy by now."
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 3, 2008 11:42:10 GMT -5
"Good, thanks."
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Post by RekKa on Feb 3, 2008 13:16:13 GMT -5
"Anyway, Auntie, we'll be heading off soon. Thanks so much for your hospitality, as usual."
Both Greg and Sings nod their heads.
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 3, 2008 22:20:53 GMT -5
"Yeah, thanks! That was delicious food, too!"
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Post by RekKa on Feb 4, 2008 1:34:55 GMT -5
You head off again. It takes another three long days to get to where you're going. You think you should be tired, but your body is getting surprisingly used to the amount of traveling you're doing.
Michael finds a spot to rest on the edge of town.
The town itself is pretty good sized, and quite bustly. It's about mid-day, and it seems that the arrangement to meet with the other caern isn't until sundown. You've got some time to kill and you've been let off the leash for a few hours...
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Post by Jack Logan on Feb 5, 2008 1:37:21 GMT -5
He'll walk down to the town in homid, scope the place out a bit. If it seems that there's not many cops and/or not much competition, he might set up a dice/card/shell game to part a few fools from their money... Ah, pastimes.
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Post by RekKa on Feb 5, 2008 2:56:12 GMT -5
Doesn't look like there's a lot of cops or competition. There's a nice spot just off Main Street that looks appealing.
A lot of people pass you by, but there are several people you're able to con with surprising ease.
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