Caritas, Monday Evening

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Jarod would have been in, except for where he slipped on a random patch of water in the bathroom after his shower. So, instead, he was home with a sore ankle and back and a cat who felt she could cure both of these problems by sleeping in his lap.

Tino, however, was available, and the zombie band was ready and raring to play.





[occ: I feel like death and have a bad headache, so please mod Tino.]

Comments

The Band

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

They're not as good as Teal Dear, but who is?

The Bar

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Tino, fully moddable, etc.

Re: The Bar

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GOB was at the bar, thinking. Christmas was two weeks away. He needed to figure out what he could give Becky that would tell her just how important she was to him without actually saying that. That would ruin the fun and possibly get him shot.

Seven drinks later, he had an idea. He immediately left the bar and stumbled out to the causeway to get started on this grand gesture. He had been trying to go home, but soon figured that he might as well go with it.

The Lounge

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

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OOC

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

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Re: OOC

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Woe!

*sends you big hugs and tea and painkillers and kitty cuddles*

Hope you feel better soon!