Post by Lachryma on Mar 5, 2007 22:08:02 GMT -5
Lachryma turns from Murray and runs to Krushchev.
" 'Tovarisch' is Russian word for 'comrade'!" she exclaims to the bar at large.
"I must help!" She carefully removes her fur collar and puts it under Krushchev's head. "There, is comfortable now."
She strolls back to Murray.
"Um...book, yes. Is about Malton and..." she's clearly thinking fast, "and inhabitants! Stories of loss, sadness...cheerfulness, and booze. Will be lovely."
She glances at her nails for a moment, then coyly says "My story is simple. I is tourist, bad things happen, and medics is needed. So, I get airdropped into city."
" 'Tovarisch' is Russian word for 'comrade'!" she exclaims to the bar at large.
"I must help!" She carefully removes her fur collar and puts it under Krushchev's head. "There, is comfortable now."
She strolls back to Murray.
"Um...book, yes. Is about Malton and..." she's clearly thinking fast, "and inhabitants! Stories of loss, sadness...cheerfulness, and booze. Will be lovely."
She glances at her nails for a moment, then coyly says "My story is simple. I is tourist, bad things happen, and medics is needed. So, I get airdropped into city."