May 22, 2011

Game Session: May 22, 2011
*Storyteller: Doom
*Format: Skype
==Characters Present==
*Devon Hollant
*Madison Kinde
*Evan Kinde
*Mahdi
==Characters Absent==
*Nasty Nate
==Summary==
Summary here
==Entire Log==
[5/22/2011 10:59:31 PM] doom: So, again: It is two nights later. You awaken to the evening call to prayer, echoing out from minarets across the city. For Mahdi, the night already brings good news - your trusty Apple product is informing you of a weal turn in your current shares. For Evan, the evening brings fresh coffee and falafel shawarma. For Devon, things are a bit stranger.
[5/22/2011 11:01:17 PM] doom: Devon awakens to find himself already standing, exhausted from forcing himself outside of his circle of earth in his sleep, staring at himself in the mirror. For a fraction of a second he's able to see what he'd done to himself in his sleep - moulded his face into something far more draconian, horned, alien and eldritch - before it 'snapped back' to his own, familiar self.
[5/22/2011 11:06:33 PM] Mahdi: Mahdi will check his emails..
[5/22/2011 11:06:54 PM] doom: Your mobile phones all beep boop beep at once, with whatever ringtone you may have for Mac Teague - it's a text message.
"It's that time of the week. Have a bite on some dumb tourist and meet me at the Caliphate."
[5/22/2011 11:08:12 PM] Mahdi: I'm already there with my ipad 2 and my brand new employees.
[5/22/2011 11:08:15 PM] Evan: Evan would arrive with Carlotta to the club, a bag of salted sunflower seeds in his hand. His sister's not with him.
[5/22/2011 11:09:25 PM] doom: Mahdi's email contains messages from David and Pavia.
[5/22/2011 11:09:40 PM] Mahdi: I'll read them both.
[5/22/2011 11:09:55 PM] Devon: Devon, alone in the basement of his floor level apartment looks extremely dismayed. He traces his features delicately before his calm reasserts itself. He quickly tends to his phone, gets prepped and heads to the Caliphate in his truck. He arrives in brooding silence, fingering the pouches of his vest.
[5/22/2011 11:10:12 PM] Evan: Evan would pause in the door, asking Carlotta smirkingly, "Hang on, how is it you don't need permission to enter? You have the whole reflection supernatural whatsit, but you're not stuck on that."
[5/22/2011 11:11:23 PM] Mahdi: "Good evening, Carlotta, Dr. Kinde, Devon. Please come in and make yourselves at home."
[5/22/2011 11:12:13 PM] Evan: Evan would turn his head at being addressed, and nod. "Make myself at home. Hmm, yes. Have you seen Madison?"
[5/22/2011 11:13:12 PM] doom: Carlotta: "That whole... entry permission thing is for the Slavs. I can also cross running water, obviously."
[5/22/2011 11:13:52 PM] Mahdi: "No, I have not seen Madison since our dinner."
[5/22/2011 11:13:54 PM] Evan: Evan stops barring Carlotta (and likely Devon) from entering, and move over to where Mahdi and Teague are already.
[5/22/2011 11:14:30 PM] Devon: Devon says nothing and follows, offering Teague a polite smile
[5/22/2011 11:14:52 PM] Evan: "She's likely listening to something and missed the text."
[5/22/2011 11:16:09 PM] doom: Teague gingerly lifts his hand and waves to those three arriving, rubbing his temples. "Is Nate there, listening to whatever she is?"
[5/22/2011 11:16:58 PM] Evan: "I assuredly hope he's not in my home, though one can only assume that he has been at some point."
[5/22/2011 11:19:11 PM] Evan: Evan seats himself and pops some sunflower seeds in his mouth, working through the shells with his tongue and teeth before discarding the hulls in an ashtray or something nearby
[5/22/2011 11:20:18 PM] Evan: "Does it really matter if they miss one?"
[5/22/2011 11:20:37 PM] doom: Teague toys with his mobile phone for a moment, then rests his forehead on the table he's seated at. "And where's that Bollywood blockhead? This is kind of important, I mean."
[5/22/2011 11:21:07 PM] Devon: “Lost in his own reflection.” Devon smiles.
[5/22/2011 11:21:47 PM] Mahdi: "Hard to say exactly." Mahdi pokes at his ipad without looking up.
[5/22/2011 11:22:07 PM] Evan: Evan leans slightly, looking over at what Mahdi's doing.
[5/22/2011 11:22:29 PM] Mahdi: Mahdi pushes a crystal ashtray toward Dr. Kinde. "For your seeds, Doctor."
[5/22/2011 11:22:32 PM] doom: "By the letter of the code of Milan, missing even one of your pack's Vaulderies can be considered treasonous." Mac Teague violently rubs one of his eyes, sitting up rapidly. "And we're missing half the pack. That's practically..."
[5/22/2011 11:23:11 PM] Mahdi: "Well, we could reschedule, couldn't we?"
[5/22/2011 11:23:17 PM] doom: "...Blasphemy."
[5/22/2011 11:23:47 PM] Evan: Evan takes the ashtray. "The night isn't over yet."
[5/22/2011 11:23:56 PM] Mahdi: "Blasphemy or practicality... often those are hand in hand anyway."
[5/22/2011 11:24:37 PM] doom: Waving his hand, Mac Teague nods vaguely. "We could. The Vinculum's bond will persist - albeit in a weakened state - for longer than the week. I do it right, I mean. I think. I'm just a little, er, concerned."
[5/22/2011 11:25:00 PM] Evan: "For any particular reason, Conn?"
[5/22/2011 11:26:07 PM] doom: "I get pictures of Aniruddha posing with every ginger he can fucking find, like I'm the new flavour of 'my black friend' or something. Red hair is mythical or something, in India. Haven't gotten any in days - normally it's three or four a night."
[5/22/2011 11:26:39 PM] Evan: "It's not a common sight to find in this city."
[5/22/2011 11:27:01 PM] Evan: "One wonders how he comes across three or four a night."
[5/22/2011 11:27:08 PM] doom: Carlotta chuckles to herself, sitting down. "Even money, he's inventing them for the camera."
[5/22/2011 11:28:39 PM] Evan: Evan cracks the shell to a seed quite loudly between his teeth, and then discards the empty husk. "So we wait, then?"
[5/22/2011 11:29:00 PM] Mahdi: Mahdi looks up blankly. "What are our options?"
[5/22/2011 11:29:50 PM] Evan: Evan looks to Conn MacTeague.
[5/22/2011 11:31:45 PM] doom: Conn shrugs, drumming his fingers on the table. "I could half it, do us here, save the blood in the vessel, do them, and -- that's retarded. If they don't get back to us somehow by the end of the night, we'll do it tomorrow. I don't want to wait too long, for solidarity's sake."
[5/22/2011 11:34:03 PM] Evan: Evan would text Madison, "Ever feel like you missed an important pack ritual? :( "
[5/22/2011 11:34:07 PM] doom: Sighing, Conn slumps slightly. "Anyone have any news on this ridiculous Setite wizardry thing?"
[5/22/2011 11:34:47 PM] Devon: Devon shrugs. “I was busy with the Kinde’s new pet.”
[5/22/2011 11:35:12 PM] Evan: "If by The Kindes you mean Madison's..."
[5/22/2011 11:35:20 PM] Mahdi: Mahdi puts his ipad on his knee. "They are somehow aware that we are looking for one."
[5/22/2011 11:36:11 PM] Evan: "Oh?" Evan continues to text through all of this. "If you need me to do some general logistics, by all means...forward me some data."
[5/22/2011 11:36:30 PM] Evan: "Then we can get this all underway at your leisure."
[5/22/2011 11:40:50 PM] Mahdi: "All I know is that they are expecting us, and I may be able to... follow a lead of a somewhat personal nature."
[5/22/2011 11:43:31 PM] doom: Carlotta rubs her lower lip for a moment. "How personal is this? Like... do we want this lead alive at the end of things?" She pauses, then continues. "Because I'm really much better at killing than breaking and entering."
[5/22/2011 11:46:35 PM] Mahdi: "It's hard to say." He flips out his iphone and starts sending a text. "I'll see if he will offer more information."
[5/22/2011 11:46:50 PM] Evan: "I'm ah...I would be happy to help organize things."
[5/22/2011 11:47:06 PM] Devon: “I will help where I’m able.”
[5/22/2011 11:52:07 PM] doom: Mac Teague pulls at his hair for a moment. "I'll come, too. I mean, I'm not sure how useful I'll be, but I want to help."
[5/22/2011 11:52:07 PM] Mahdi: Mahdi reads an incoming text and then looks up, "We are advised to go to the ruins of el-Fustat. That's all the information I know."
[5/22/2011 11:54:32 PM] Evan: "As in... Al Fustat, the former capital of egypt from arab rule? Dramatic choice, I guess."
[5/22/2011 11:54:48 PM] doom: Carlotta stretches slightly. "That's the first Islamic capital area, too. It's right here in Cairo, actually - I think it's zoned for civic expansion. Mostly rocks right now."
[5/22/2011 11:55:13 PM] Evan: "Somewhere in Old Cairo, I forget where, because honestly..."
[5/22/2011 11:55:17 PM] doom: She quirks her mouth to one side. "At least, first here in Egypt. They built a few... Damn things kept falling down."
[5/22/2011 11:55:39 PM] Mahdi: "Truly. He implied that it would be a good alternative entrance."
[5/22/2011 11:56:35 PM] Evan: "I've heard that a lot of the ruins are used as a garbage dump essentially, so I'm guessing this will be a 'wear sensible shoes' field trip."
[5/22/2011 11:59:07 PM] doom: Mac Teague laughs for a moment, then stands up, expression wearily inquisitive. "Are we doing that, then?"
[5/22/2011 11:59:32 PM] Mahdi: "I have some extra clothes in the back room from particularly well accessorized guests. I'm sure something may fit."
[5/23/2011 12:00:32 AM] Evan: "Alright. I'll make this quick. I know we're all impatient to get on with our lives. Unlives, whatever." Evan goes to investigate, assuming they'll be on their way soon enough.
[5/23/2011 12:01:38 AM] Devon: Devon shakes out his boots. This scout is ready to sell cookies.
[5/23/2011 12:02:08 AM] doom: Carlotta stands, straightening her collar. "Are we all armed? Be honest, now."
[5/23/2011 12:02:13 AM | Edited 12:02:26 AM] Mahdi: "There are some Spring 2011 collection Safari outfits from Salvatore Ferragamo in the blue wardrobe."
[5/23/2011 12:03:38 AM] Evan: Evan would return in a few minutes, wearing a more modern seeming t-shirt, jeans and set of sneakers, all in dark tones. His preppy sweater vest get up he stows somewhere. "Yeah ah. Maybe next time."
[5/23/2011 12:04:32 AM] Mahdi: Mahdi goes back to the back and changes into the almost practical yet obviously too fashionable safari outfit.
[5/23/2011 12:07:29 AM] Mahdi: ( http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ix9iZ5yJkvo/Se0OnXvF9FI/AAAAAAAAGF8/U-7USYBHt7I/s1600/runwaymensfashionparis09.jpg sans the flower on the hat )
[5/23/2011 12:07:55 AM] Evan: ((Great googley moogley))
[5/23/2011 12:08:39 AM] Devon: “I have no firearms. A few knives though.”
[5/23/2011 12:09:48 AM] Evan: "What, weapons? You know how terrible I am with guns, Carl."
[5/23/2011 12:10:03 AM] doom: Carlotta looks at Mahdi, raising her sole visible eyebrow. Mac Teague tightly re-rolls his shirtsleeves.
[5/23/2011 12:11:24 AM] Mahdi: "Well, who can drive?"
[5/23/2011 12:11:26 AM] doom: Carlotta nods vaguely. "I surely do." She looks at Mac Teague and Mahdi; Conn looks slightly panicky, then checks his vest and trouser pockets and eventually places a very small revolver on the table before him.
[5/23/2011 12:12:05 AM] doom: Mac Teague nods at Devon. "He drove himself here, in his red truck."
[5/23/2011 12:13:12 AM] Devon: “It’s blue. I can drive, yes.”
[5/23/2011 12:13:19 AM] Evan: "Usually Nate drives."
[5/23/2011 12:13:29 AM] Evan: "Too bad he can't be pissed to show up."
[5/23/2011 12:14:26 AM] Madison: Madison stumbles in, looking disheveled. "I'm here, I'm here. My sincere apologies. I sat down in a cafe to pass the time until the meeting and this guitarist showed up. I couldn't leave."
[5/23/2011 12:14:36 AM] Evan: "Speak of the devil."
[5/23/2011 12:15:30 AM] doom: Conn rises, and strolls over to a window. As he passes Madison, he turns around and calmly makes a face at the back of her head; as he reaches the window, he peeks out. "I'm afraid it is quite red, Devon."
[5/23/2011 12:16:36 AM] Evan: Evan just frowns as Conn does this.
[5/23/2011 12:16:47 AM] Evan: "Yes, well. Great. We going then?"
[5/23/2011 12:17:17 AM] doom: Carlotta nods. "Excellent, let's not waste time. Madison, we're going to kill some people and steal some things. Are you armed?"
[5/23/2011 12:18:03 AM] Madison: Madison seems to miss this entirely. She's just the slightest bit disoriented still. "I don't usually carry a gun..."
[5/23/2011 12:19:01 AM] Evan: Evan pulls on a white and grey hooded sweatshirt from his messenger bag, straightening the keffiyeh which was wrapped around his neck and shoulders. "Where's your doggie?"
[5/23/2011 12:19:18 AM] Devon: “I must disagree. You’ll see when we step outside.” Devon removes what looks like a chisel formed of bone. He begins to idly reshape it into increasingly wicked forms while humming a low tune.
[5/23/2011 12:19:28 AM] Evan: "And...Didn't you have a raap---a van, Devon?"
[5/23/2011 12:20:07 AM] Devon: “Yes. It is outside, and blue.”
[5/23/2011 12:20:14 AM] Madison: "He's-- It's in the car. I took out the backseat and put it under a blanket."
[5/23/2011 12:21:07 AM] Evan: "I'm pretty sure your doggie is still male."
[5/23/2011 12:21:20 AM] Evan: "And that he counts as your weapon."
[5/23/2011 12:22:22 AM] Madison: "Right, right." Madison takes a moment to fix herself up and collect her wits. "So should I just follow you guys?"
[5/23/2011 12:23:29 AM] Evan: Evan shrugs, and looks at Carlotta, "You plan on driving or carpooling, cupcake?"
[5/23/2011 12:24:04 AM] doom: Carlotta rolls her eye. "I'll ride with."
[5/23/2011 12:25:50 AM] Evan: "Fine. Lovely. Let's just do this before I die of old age."
[5/23/2011 12:26:59 AM] doom: Carlotta and Teague head outside.
[5/23/2011 12:27:11 AM] Mahdi: Mahdi takes his ipad off the counter and walks to the door. "I'll ride with Dr. Kinde then."
[5/23/2011 12:28:05 AM] Madison: Madison heads to her car, a slightly beat up Fiat. The back windows have been painted black.
[5/23/2011 12:30:26 AM] Evan: Evan throws up his hands and exits, getting into his sister's fucking fiat. "Mahdi, either squeeze into this sardine can or ride with Devon in the party van. Your choice."
[5/23/2011 12:31:07 AM] Mahdi: He looks at the tiny car for a moment then says quickly, "Actually, I'll ride with Devon."
[5/23/2011 12:31:25 AM] doom: Devon's van is a dusty, red old thing with chipped paint and a barely-legible advertisement for some Chinese delivery place wrapped around the body.
[5/23/2011 12:31:37 AM] Evan: Evan looks at Madison seriously, "I think he just dissed your fiat."
[5/23/2011 12:32:47 AM] Devon: Devon seems perturbed for a moment before approaching the van and getting into the driver’s seat. “We shouldn’t dawdle.”
[5/23/2011 12:33:39 AM] doom: Carlotta and Teague pile into the back of the van. Carlotta knocks one of the windows out with the butt of her shotgun.
[5/23/2011 12:34:14 AM] Madison: Madison gets into the driver's seat and starts the engine. "His loss. You know how many crashes I've been in? Never been hurt once. This baby's lucky." In the back a lumpy thing under a blanket stirs slightly at the sound.
[5/23/2011 12:34:50 AM] Mahdi: "I didn't diss your automobile. I just don't want to share a seat with the dog."
[5/23/2011 12:35:11 AM] doom: Travel arrangements aside, traffic in Cairo is even a nightmare this late in the evening. It's like fish schooling through channels too narrow for them, or perhaps more appropriately, sharks in a feeding frenzy in that specific channel that is already too narrow for the fish so the sharks just go completely fucking bonkers and destroy everything. That is Cairo traffic.
[5/23/2011 12:35:15 AM] Mahdi: Mahdi quickly climbs inside Devon's car conveniently before they reply.
[5/23/2011 12:35:40 AM] doom: Doggheim is not simply under a blanket on the backseat. Doggheim probably IS the back seat.
[5/23/2011 12:35:59 AM] Evan: "Doggie, are you comfortable back there?"
[5/23/2011 12:36:09 AM] Devon: He in turn starts them up and gets going. He’ll follow whatever cuhrazy opening’s Madison’s driving leaves open.
[5/23/2011 12:36:39 AM] Madison: Madison peels out into traffic and proceeds to drive like a shark.
[5/23/2011 12:37:02 AM] doom: Doggheim readjusts his position, shaking the car.
[5/23/2011 12:38:03 AM] Evan: Evan braces himself in the car like he's sure it's going to roll or he's going to be ejected through the windshield at any moment. And he probably could be.
[5/23/2011 12:38:57 AM] Devon: Devon looks to his side for a moment and flinches, swerving a bit. He works harder to keep pace with Madison.
[5/23/2011 12:39:11 AM] doom: After... ~moving~ with the ridiculous anthill beehive shitfest traffic, you enter the older parts of the Old City - where automobiles were clearly not what the pavers had in mind. Driving here is cramped, and difficult, and the vehicles probably scrape against the buildings at points.
[5/23/2011 12:40:19 AM] Evan: (not the fiat though)
[5/23/2011 12:41:32 AM] Devon: The van? Definitely. While he doesn’t seem particularly worried or frantic, the vehicle will not be pretty after the ride. Was it ever?
[5/23/2011 12:41:43 AM] Mahdi: Mahdi talks to Devon about the desert people in the west, of Gangrels and others, and of vague city politics.
[5/23/2011 12:43:21 AM] doom: Carlotta chimes in periodically regarding city politics, whilst keeping an eye out of the window she earlier cleared. Mac Teague reads.
[5/23/2011 12:43:47 AM] Mahdi: Mahdi looks alarmed that Carlotta was there the whole time, but includes her in the conversation thereafter.
[5/23/2011 12:44:37 AM] Madison: Madison slows down through these narrow streets, though she probably is going just a few kilometers faster than she should. She's going on and on about some supposedly great new band.
[5/23/2011 12:46:03 AM] Evan: Evan has a look of fixed terror, whether for the conversation, the driving, the giant dog-man creation in the backseat, or his sister's hipster hair, it's hard to say. Probably all of the above.
[5/23/2011 12:48:43 AM] doom: After a hard left turn, you exit more-or-less offroad, into what looks like a wadi - a former river valley. Bits of crumbled, ruined masonry are the only things spoiling the image of desert stone. It may be that these are the ruins you're looking for.
[5/23/2011 12:50:10 AM] Devon: Devon begins to slow, listening to Mahdi. “We’ve arrived it seems.”
[5/23/2011 12:52:13 AM] Mahdi: Mahdi nods and taps out a text on his iphone. "In any case, I think we should reach out to the Gangrel at some point. As a pack. We should network."
[5/23/2011 12:52:58 AM] doom: Carlotta nods slightly. "The Gangrel of the region have strong connections with the bedouins who range through here. Couldn't hurt."
[5/23/2011 12:53:07 AM] Madison: Madison finds a clear spot to park near Devon's van. "I think you'd like them, they're on the forefront of folk-disco."
[5/23/2011 12:56:01 AM] Evan: "Oh yeah. Because I liked disco a lot the first time through."
[5/23/2011 12:56:19 AM] Evan: Evan practically flies out of the car once it stops.
[5/23/2011 12:57:19 AM] Devon: “I enjoyed it.” Devon says as he gets out. He glances around to get a second look at their surroundings
[5/23/2011 12:57:19 AM] Madison: Madison walks to the back of the car, she opens the hatchback a crack. "It's retro now. More condescending, I think you'd love it."
[5/23/2011 12:58:52 AM] doom: The ruins do form a massive expanse of Old Cairo - the Old City proper, what remains of it, at least, runs south along the Nile, and Fustat's remains stretch between that and the beginnings of a highway connection some ways to the east. Aside from some battered walls shod in a web of iron and protrusive masses of old clay rubble, there truthfully isn't much to see.
[5/23/2011 12:58:52 AM] Evan: "No."
[5/23/2011 1:00:14 AM] Madison: Madison opens the hatchback the rest of the way and lifts the blanket off him. Anyone taking a peek inside would notice how hastily the backseats were removed.
[5/23/2011 1:00:41 AM] Madison: ((Him being Doggheim. Derp))
[5/23/2011 1:00:52 AM] doom: Doggheim removes himself from the vehicle, brazenly enormous - a double-meat dobie the size of a pony, with a wedge-shaped, almost crocodilian head.
[5/23/2011 1:03:57 AM] Madison: Madison takes the opportunity to retrieve a small backpack as well. Her trusty Acid Trip bag. Nothing more than a flashlight, a pair of binoculars and some organic snacks.
[5/23/2011 1:04:21 AM] Devon: Devon smiles warmly at Doggheim and walks over to greet the thing.
[5/23/2011 1:06:21 AM] Evan: Evan starts wandering around aimlessly. He's using his cellphone like a tiny flashlight as he does this.
[5/23/2011 1:07:33 AM] doom: Against that ancient wall's remains, some fresh pottery has been left out to dry overnight, stacked on its side like timber. So far, this is the only sign of life there is to be had around here.
[5/23/2011 1:08:39 AM] Mahdi: Mahdi pokes the pottery with passing interest. "Supposedly there is some sort of entrance around here..."
[5/23/2011 1:09:25 AM] Evan: "Well great. I'd hate to think that we were just off in waadi shitla for no reason."
[5/23/2011 1:09:41 AM] Mahdi: "Likewise...."
[5/23/2011 1:11:15 AM] doom: Mahdi would note, off to the side of the stacked pots there is one urn set upright, removed from the rest. The shadow it casts from the lights the pack has brought is distorted - looking for all the world like a slithering serpent, and pointed in a direction incorrect for its position in the light.
[5/23/2011 1:12:29 AM] Mahdi: He edges towards it and motions for the others. "Do you see the shadow on this jug? It seems.. unnatural."
[5/23/2011 1:13:09 AM] Evan: "I certainly don't see the strange, snake-like shadow."
[5/23/2011 1:13:30 AM] Madison: Madison tilts her head at the shadow. "Don't be a smartass, Evan."
[5/23/2011 1:14:27 AM] Evan: Evan pauses for a moment, and then inspects the urn.
[5/23/2011 1:15:13 AM] Mahdi: Mahdi looks to where the shadow is pointed.
[5/23/2011 1:16:37 AM] doom: The urn contains a collection of snake's bones. For a moment, Mahdi can see that the shadow seems to point towards a nearby hill; as Evan lifts the urn to inspect it further, the shadow vanishes entirely - though the balance of the object seems to shift its weight in that direction.
[5/23/2011 1:18:41 AM] Mahdi: Mahdi walks towards the nearby hill. "When you lift the vessel, the shadow disappears, but I believe our elevator may reside there."
[5/23/2011 1:18:55 AM] Evan: Evan would see if it's possible to shift the weight in another direction or if that's simply happenstance.
[5/23/2011 1:19:30 AM] doom: The vessel's weight always seems to draw toward that hill, like a magnet.
[5/23/2011 1:20:00 AM] Mahdi: "Just leave the vessel and come here." Mahdi calls out from the hill.
[5/23/2011 1:20:00 AM] Devon: Devon observes, idly patting Doggheim.”Well. Shall we?”
[5/23/2011 1:20:13 AM] Devon: He moves to follow Madhi
[5/23/2011 1:20:15 AM] Evan: Evan would use it like a shitty urn shaped compass, just in case the general direction isn't enough of a blue.
[5/23/2011 1:20:20 AM] Evan: (clue)
[5/23/2011 1:22:02 AM] Madison: Madison follows alongside Devon and Doggheim, keeping an eye out on their surroundings as they go.
[5/23/2011 1:22:32 AM] doom: Nearing the hill, the urn's weight grows more pronounced, until it's nearly impossible to lift - though that increased pull leads almost directly to a hole, barely larger than a mini-fridge but large enough to enter without assistance.
[5/23/2011 1:23:12 AM] Mahdi: "Looks like we have our lift."
[5/23/2011 1:23:20 AM] Evan: Evan drops the urn, "Apparently so."
[5/23/2011 1:24:09 AM] Evan: "Well. Allons-y."
[5/23/2011 1:24:22 AM] doom: (Alright, I'm going to call that here - Mahdi's got an early morning and it's pretty late here.)
[5/23/2011 1:24:39 AM] Devon: ~~*That it is*-Caliphate.
[5/23/2011 1:25:09 AM] doom: (Experience totalled between last game and this one will amount to about 7, I think.)
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