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capeandcowl2012-04-23 11:10 am
pilfered) wrote in capeandcowl2012-04-23 11:10 am
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008 -- backdated to three am monday morning and also posted from april ludgate's comm.
[April is leaning against the side of a craps table a party city veil somehow still clinging to her hair at a haphazard angle.]
Hey guys. I’m in Las Vegas. It’s okay, I guess. There’s like five million bars here. Which is stupid, they all have the same lame stuff and all the glitter is gonna be stuck in my hair forever. I’m gonna need a whole new closet worth of clothes or something. So. Make those the first gifts, I guess. And a PS3.
Oh, and I’m on my honeymoon. So Eddie and Andy, I don’t know when I’ll be back. When we lose all our money and have to walk back to the City, I guess. And I get a divorce because who wants to be married to a train hobo?
[She grins- really, actually smiles- over at the man next to her, who leans over and holds out the dice. His face is only partially onscreen, just half his face, and outstretched hands.]
I’ll forgive the disparaging comment about my wardrobe if you turn that off and pick a winning number, love.
God, I have to do everything. Kat, Terry. You’re in charge of the raccoons. Don’t let them starve. And the interns, I guess.
[And the feed ends.]
Hey guys. I’m in Las Vegas. It’s okay, I guess. There’s like five million bars here. Which is stupid, they all have the same lame stuff and all the glitter is gonna be stuck in my hair forever. I’m gonna need a whole new closet worth of clothes or something. So. Make those the first gifts, I guess. And a PS3.
Oh, and I’m on my honeymoon. So Eddie and Andy, I don’t know when I’ll be back. When we lose all our money and have to walk back to the City, I guess. And I get a divorce because who wants to be married to a train hobo?
[She grins- really, actually smiles- over at the man next to her, who leans over and holds out the dice. His face is only partially onscreen, just half his face, and outstretched hands.]
I’ll forgive the disparaging comment about my wardrobe if you turn that off and pick a winning number, love.
God, I have to do everything. Kat, Terry. You’re in charge of the raccoons. Don’t let them starve. And the interns, I guess.
[And the feed ends.]