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[you_run_i_chase]

October fucking 14th. We've still got fucking fifteen more days before things end. At least. There are times when I hate this fucking boat. In the mean time, some god damn advice

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[Private]

[sirius_is_a_dog]

[He has been entirely unfazed by the boat BS. Why? Azkaban. Makes some rust and creepy voices seem like nothing.]

I'm up for anything.

[Take that as you will.]

[Private]

[you_run_i_chase]

That's a dangerous thing to say to women like me, Cuddles.

[Private]

[sirius_is_a_dog]

I can live with that.

[Private]

[you_run_i_chase]

I'm going to need to keep that in mind.

[der_umgekehrte]

Poker yes. The other, I'll have to respectfully decline. [He's joking too, but in a dry pragmatic kind of way.]

[you_run_i_chase]

Well, your loss, I'm afraid.

[der_umgekehrte]

No doubt.

[you_run_i_chase]

Bring a bottle.

[hourglass_twin]

Fifteen more days? How do you know that?

And it's interesting how Krynnish dates match to yours. Judging by the position of the moons last time I was in the CES, it's the fourteenth according to our calendar as well, of the month of Gildember, which makes tomorrow the Festival of the Eye. I believe this should be the year the three moons line up to form the eye, as well.

[you_run_i_chase]

Cause it's fucking Halloween then.

[hourglass_twin]

What is Halloween?

[you_run_i_chase]

It's a holiday on earth. It's supposed to be when the veil between the living and the dead is at is thinnest. So ghosts and all sort of shit comes around.

[timesbureaucrat]

I'd be interested in joining you for poker. [Distractions from the creepiness and how jumpy it's making him are good.]

[you_run_i_chase]

Good. You're always welcome, Narvin.

[notiaraincluded]

Man, I haven't played poker in forever. I'd definitely be up for playing...if you don't mind my joining in.

[you_run_i_chase]

Yeah, that's fine.

[notiaraincluded]

Cool, I need to bring anything?

[you_run_i_chase]

Bring a bottle of something.