[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:




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[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

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[buntails.livejournal.com]

I see it!

It looks kind of like an old warehouse.

[text]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

You're... opening a nightclub?

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[i-can-has-soul.livejournal.com]

[Johannes smelled the food, of course, but he ignored it in favor of sitting down to clean his gun, which he has been neglecting slightly ever since coming here.

And he didn't see your post, obviously, but he did hear it. And he is not impressed.]

A night club, Horst? This is what you're doing with your time?

[monochrome-law.livejournal.com]

Is that really the sort of place this city needs?

[lastsonofgilead.livejournal.com]

[Roland is still blind, thanks to the event]

A Night Club? 'tis a sort of saloon, right?