[Voice and Text]

[whatwas]

[Horst is standing in a room with no defining features, you're WELCOME, Johannes.]

Come one, come all!

I never thought I'd want to say that again. I'll need to come up with a better catchphrase before I open the yet-to-be-named Night Club Extraordinaire.

Anywho, I'm off. Keep your chins up, the week's almost over.

[TEXT]

Usagi, I believe I've figured this out. Here is the real picture, as promised:




[END TEXT]


[OFFLINE:]

Horst has left breakfast/dinner for Johannes on one of the work benches. There are no guarantees as to how it will taste.

Comments

[lastsonofgilead.livejournal.com]

Say thank ya.

Aye, I play Watch Me. From those I've spoken to, 'tis similar to another game called Poker.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Really! I think I ought to gather some players for a game, then, what do you say?

[lastsonofgilead.livejournal.com]

That sounds quite enjoyable.