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Sep 25, 2010 21:24

[Penny has not been to the Welcome Center today.  In fact, she hasn't left the sofa at home since this morning when she made a booze run.  She hasn't even bothered to get out of her pajamas and robe (no, not even when she left the house earlier).  There's a drink in her hand and a number of odd bottles--all empty--in view.  The flowers Chris gave ( Read more... )

curse, cursed, not a party girl, this is totally ooc

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makes_you_tick September 26 2010, 17:45:30 UTC
Taking the day off is important sometimes, especially at times like this. Sorry to hear someone else left.

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voice; horrible_penny September 27 2010, 01:54:25 UTC
I know! I never took a day off before. I like it.

It's okay, Gabe. Things happen.

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ageoftheg33k September 26 2010, 20:33:17 UTC
Keats? Damn.

Uh...you need someone to watch over the Center for you today?

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voice; horrible_penny September 27 2010, 01:55:29 UTC
Damn's it. Exactly.

Do you want to? You don't have to.

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voice; ageoftheg33k September 27 2010, 01:58:02 UTC
I'd like to, if you need some time. And that goes for any time too, you know. Just wanna make sure you're all right.

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voice; horrible_penny September 27 2010, 02:08:42 UTC
Aw, thanks. You're amazing, Alec. That's sweet.

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audio; o_tea_p September 26 2010, 22:39:01 UTC
I had no idea you and Keats were so close.

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audio; horrible_penny September 27 2010, 01:57:41 UTC
He was like... an awesome-crazy Irish cousin with drinking problems. Only he was an imaginary friend, too, and he was writing this thing that he was going to interview me for. ...Or something.

...Sake is so nice, Iroh.

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audio; o_tea_p September 27 2010, 14:26:07 UTC
He sounds like a wonderful person. But I am sure that he is happy to be back home.

Sake is nicest in moderation. Why don't you come by the tea shop and I'll make you a nice cup of tea.

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audio; horrible_penny September 28 2010, 05:15:24 UTC
He's dead like me, so there's no going home. ...Or. No, not dead like me, since I'm not imaginary, but dead. He was, I mean. Imaginary and dead.

Is it? That's super sweet of you, but Rosella's over and I don't want to leave her and Freckles and the duck and the dogs and everyone else. Rosella's teaching me about some Daventry drinking thing where you drink water and eat bread before you drink.

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