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[livestoannoy]

In the middle of the night, Marco woke up with a start. Sighing, he got out of bed and silently made his way down the stairsn. (Stupid nightmares. Come on, was sleep too much to ask for?)

He knew he wasn't going to get back to sleep for a while though, so there was only one thing for it: ice cream. Intent, he made a bee-line for the kitchen.

[[ooc: takes place a few hours after this log]]