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17th moon [action/voice]
Mar. 21st, 2012 07:22 pm[action; evening]
[At around nine or so, a particularly tired-looking Cecil shows up at Good Spirits. He proceeds to look around for anyone he knows, sit down at the bar, and request a single teaspoon of thirty-nine random bottles of liquor. Yes, thirty-nine. What, it's a meaningful number.
Feel free to tell him this is a very bad idea. It truly needs to be said, even if he probably won't listen.]
[voice; ungodly hour of the night]
[...Definitely won't listen.]
It appears teleporting after ingesting alcohol is slightly more complicated than I believed it would be. To think that I once thought I could cast that spell somewhat decently. I suppose I deserved to learn otherwise on a rainy night, of all times.
[A pause.]
Would anyone be kind enough to help me get down from this tree?
[At around nine or so, a particularly tired-looking Cecil shows up at Good Spirits. He proceeds to look around for anyone he knows, sit down at the bar, and request a single teaspoon of thirty-nine random bottles of liquor. Yes, thirty-nine. What, it's a meaningful number.
Feel free to tell him this is a very bad idea. It truly needs to be said, even if he probably won't listen.]
[voice; ungodly hour of the night]
[...Definitely won't listen.]
It appears teleporting after ingesting alcohol is slightly more complicated than I believed it would be. To think that I once thought I could cast that spell somewhat decently. I suppose I deserved to learn otherwise on a rainy night, of all times.
[A pause.]
Would anyone be kind enough to help me get down from this tree?
