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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-12-11 02:23 am

Second Life -- Welcome to Fairplay [Stage 1]

It had been the usual mission briefing, not that any of them remembered it. The crew knew they were gone and had no idea when they'd be back, and likely wouldn't attempt rescue for quite some time, especially with Stacy considering the mission "ongoing."

They had no idea when they'd be back, either, namely because they never remembered being on the ship in the first place.

It was home. It had always been home.

Welcome to Fairplay, Iowa, folks, happiest little town in the Midwest.

[ooc: Read this before tagging.]

[identity profile] psi-flames.livejournal.com 2011-01-01 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, Jono didn't believe it, either. It was mostly a joke. "Soun's 'bout roight. Could definitely be a joke."

Two different clocks doing the same thing, though? Sounded less like a joke and more like...Jono didn't even know what.

He blinked, shaking his head to clear it. "Aye, please. Could always use some new strings."
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2011-01-02 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Aye. I'll be right back." Jamie disappeared into the back room again for a few moments, coming back with a sealed cardboard box - similar to the ones used for shipping. He groped at the air by his waist for a second or two, almost as if expecting to find something there to open it with. Realizing there was in fact nothing there, he shook his head. "Och, I must be going daft."

Giving Jono a rather sheepish glance, he reached under the counter to find a box cutter, using it to slit the packing tape open. He retracted the blade afterward, then opened the box itself, pulling a package of strings out and setting them on the counter before moving over to restock the display.

"Let me know what else ye need, but take your time. I'll just get this done while you're deciding."

[identity profile] psi-flames.livejournal.com 2011-01-02 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Jono laughed softly, setting his cup down and grabbing his cane. "I'll look around. Reckon I'll fin' a couple of things I can't live without as yet." They likely wouldn't be big things, but a few packages of blank music sheets would never go amiss. Especially when he sort of had a deadline coming up for his next song.

And, frankly, it gave him more reason to hang out and talk to Jamie. That couldn't be a bad thing at all.