OOC: The RPG always goes through dead periods at holiday times- everybody (including me) is or has been enjoying Christams so hasn't come on. As such the RP's slowed to a crawl. Same will happen next week- New Year.
IC:
Arthur memorized the number '866421' called "Thanks Slap!", then took off at a run again for the station. "Man I should never run about on a full stomach. I'd be fine normally but after eatin', no wonder I'm not so good. Musn't......exerciss......after.....food!" He thought to himself.
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Dek listened to Praetyre's tale. It was certainly involving. "I see you have quite a storied background, my friend. Now we must just wait for Slap. I feel guilty sending him off like an errand Slig, when he has medical skills. Perhaps we should get him a present to show he is appreciated, something like a new set of tools, or a computer upgrade?"
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