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The Stables [morning...ish]
Oct. 28th, 2007 12:24 pmSomewhere between many, many shots (some of them at a dart board!) and a Brilliant Plan involving a horse, Luke had veered off from the rest of the group and passed out in the stables.
"Guys?" he mumbled in his sleep, burrowing deeper into the hay, "is this about my third arm? Cause I really can't see it."
His head banged up against the wood of the stall. "Ow," he said, sitting up, then grabbed his head and moaned. "Owwwwww."
[OOC: Establishy, unless you have some reason to be in the stable to mock a hungover Jedi.]
"Guys?" he mumbled in his sleep, burrowing deeper into the hay, "is this about my third arm? Cause I really can't see it."
His head banged up against the wood of the stall. "Ow," he said, sitting up, then grabbed his head and moaned. "Owwwwww."
[OOC: Establishy, unless you have some reason to be in the stable to mock a hungover Jedi.]
