Jig

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I bet I can out-ugh you. Promise. <3

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You don't have to do that! :O

Apart from anything else, I totally use props like coffee and other stuff to springboard into my post.

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It could be left hanging, though? It's not a crucial plot point, so the conversation doesn't really have to be finished for the sake of finding out whether or not #1 gets his coffee.

It can if you want, I just kinda feel like it would be a post for the sake of it. :P

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Ka-boom. I don't really have anything to add at this stage, so I'll retrospectively give the resolution to the gripping tale of whether Suspect #1 would or would not like another coffee in my next post?

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I should probably explain why I've been quiet recently. I got an email about... you know those kidnappings in Kingston? Where I live? Yeah. They think I did it. No, I'm not kidding. I found out -
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No. That was a stupid idea. He gently closed the screen of his netbook and began to drum his fingers on it, the metallic plastic sounding brittle on each tap. He checked his watch. About time. He had places to be, apparently. Stowing his laptop carefully in its case, he swung the strap over his shoulder and swiped his oversized plastic cup of chilled coffee, cream, milk and a foolish quantity of chocolate syrups. Expensive, yes - more than he should really make money for, but, still. He took a swig, eyes gently frowing behind the huge swirl of cream obscuring his face.

"Going so soon?"

The barista, a mousy, if forthright, woman in her thirties called to him. She was used to him working in the coffee shop all day; he was usually the only customer, which was, of course, precisely why he went. It wasn't for the décor, paint peeling from the walls and a once-ironic plastic flamingo that had by now abandoned all hopes of remaining pink. It wasn't even for the coffee, because he knew for a fact that it was mostly cream. He took another thick slurp.

"Yeah. I've got a, uh, meeting."

"A meeting, huh?" She sort of winked at him, a shudder of her whole body rather than a precise movement of the eye. She obviously didn't think he had a meeting - of the 'official' variety, anyway. That was fine. She could think what she wanted to think.

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The coffee was almost dead by now. Just a few smudges of chocolatey goo and crushed ice dregs were to its name. Still, as he approached the police station, a fat, grey blot on the landscape, he subconsciously bit the straw and inhaled tensely through it, gently regulating his own breathing.

There was somebody there, waiting. The trench coat gave him away instantly. This was the guy he was apparently supposed to meet.

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#justfoundoutivegotworktodoformidnighttonight #imnowhigh #karma #bigmouth

Edit: in the light of the frankly insulting amount of work I have to do in a language I basically don't speak (about the language I basically don't speak) by midnight, I might take a raincheck on getting anything up for tonight.

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_{#getyourown #mineallmine #becauseimworthit #amsterdam #25minuteswaitingforafuckingbridgetocloseagain}

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_{@Jig Save some of the good stuff for me, will ya?}

@Wade Wilson

_{No. ^^}

Why do cities, particularly NYC and California based cities (and cities based off of those), appeal to roleplayers so much?

I don't find them appealing, precisely because I know nothing about them.

As a result, I always end up playing an immigrant if I particularly like everything else about the game, so I can justifiably not speak the lingo and generally be a little bit out of step with everything else. It does get a bit tiring, though.

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Schwoop request.

If anybody could schwoop it, that'd be super.