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expiationlogs2023-04-02 12:42 am
superstring) wrote in expiationlogs2023-04-02 12:42 am
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Who: Galaxia and YOU [open]
Where: A Tavern in Aldrip
What: Drinking. Probably.
Warnings: None right now.
[It's been an interesting time since she's arrived on this world. Such a wide variety of people all gathered in one place. It's unusual -- much like some of the people here -- to find so many different types gathered together.
Though this whole chosen nonsense no doubt has something to do with it. She's a chosen person all right, but the whole deal with this world is something she doesn't particularly right. She doesn't trust it. (She doesn't trust anything).
That's partially the reason she's here, sitting at a table within a Tavern. People talk in these kinds of places. Sometimes they say things that are useful. Maybe she'll learn more about the world and its secrets here. It's worth a shot anyway.
The problem is it's also full of people who see her as someone to bother. She has no real interest in befriending any of the people. She just wants information. Drinking does help with dealing with some of it. And she's built up a nice little collection of glasses in front of her.
Of course she won't even bother to look at most who might decide to approach as her drink is far more important.]
Not interested.
[That's all she'll say.]
[Send me a message or hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Where: A Tavern in Aldrip
What: Drinking. Probably.
Warnings: None right now.
[It's been an interesting time since she's arrived on this world. Such a wide variety of people all gathered in one place. It's unusual -- much like some of the people here -- to find so many different types gathered together.
Though this whole chosen nonsense no doubt has something to do with it. She's a chosen person all right, but the whole deal with this world is something she doesn't particularly right. She doesn't trust it. (She doesn't trust anything).
That's partially the reason she's here, sitting at a table within a Tavern. People talk in these kinds of places. Sometimes they say things that are useful. Maybe she'll learn more about the world and its secrets here. It's worth a shot anyway.
The problem is it's also full of people who see her as someone to bother. She has no real interest in befriending any of the people. She just wants information. Drinking does help with dealing with some of it. And she's built up a nice little collection of glasses in front of her.
Of course she won't even bother to look at most who might decide to approach as her drink is far more important.]
Not interested.
[That's all she'll say.]
[Send me a message or hit me up at