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tragic_mask) wrote2008-05-17 10:20 pm
tragic_mask) wrote2008-05-17 10:20 pm
[ with weyland in nyc ]
They step through the door, and find themselves on the cracked sidewalk outside of a lively bar. A sign glows: "Blue Owl."
It's nighttime, but the city still glows with all kinds of light, and shakes with the noise of honking, shouting, music, the clinking of glasses, all blending together into the cacophony and symphony of the city.
Melpomene looks around. "Well, we're back... Right where I started."
It's nighttime, but the city still glows with all kinds of light, and shakes with the noise of honking, shouting, music, the clinking of glasses, all blending together into the cacophony and symphony of the city.
Melpomene looks around. "Well, we're back... Right where I started."