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revengenotebook) wrote2019-03-30 09:09 am
revengenotebook) wrote2019-03-30 09:09 am
Room 420, Saturday morning
Paris bolted upright from his bed and reached for the weapon he absolutely wasn't wearing.
"Where am I?" he demanded in a British accent that totally made sense for a guy from Troyshhhhhhh, it did. Shhhhh. "What foul sorcery brought me here?"
It was probably Achilles' fault. Most things were.
[OOC: So open!]
"Where am I?" he demanded in a British accent that totally made sense for a guy from Troy
It was probably Achilles' fault. Most things were.
[OOC: So open!]
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