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[stabfirst.livejournal.com]

[The first thing that the Vine starts recording is Isabela pulling on the last of her clothes -- a thigh-high leather boot, which she finishes pulling into place before talking to the Vine.]

Well, I can't say I haven't been warned about the dangers of drinking before. Though cats with scrolls and sentient plant life were never included in any of those speeches, sadly... that was probably a bit too much foresight to ask for, hm?

If nothing else, I suppose this is better than waking up in a gutter somewhere. Cleaner, at the very least. [A laugh.]

So, tell me. Trees and animals can't be all there is around here. There must be a tavern, or a brothel, or a seedy undercity of some kind. If someone could direct me, I'd... well, I don't suppose you can owe a hallucination a favour, can you? Whatever works.

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[destroystosave.livejournal.com]

People tend to call me Revan, but call me curious. What few things would you have thought of?

[alwaysricochets.livejournal.com]

Not a fan? Where are you used to sleeping, then?

[She can't help from grinning.] Ain't you a charmer. Name's Rico. You?

[stabfirst.livejournal.com]

Out on the open sea, under the stars, if I can help it. But without a ship, something else will have to do. Normally that would be a room at a cheap tavern, but I suppose not here.

[That grin gets one in return.] Isabela.

[alwaysricochets.livejournal.com]

Open sea, huh? What are you, some kind of pirate, then? Don't think there's anywhere to sleep at the bar, unfortunately, but like I said, there's a lot of places around. I usually crash at the apartment.

It's a pleasure, Isabela.

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[persical]

I've never heard of it...it must be quite far.