Slightly belaboured Prommie prose.

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At the end of a very tense game where social combat rolls were flying thick as flies to a sweet, decaying proverb, Widow was tired.  I tried to capture a bit of that, but she's closed herself off again.  I'm working on something for Val--I had it perfect in my head at 3AM, just before I fell asleep, and neglected to write anytthijng then for fear of seeing the dawn come up.  I have, thus, forgotten the perfect phraseology.  Sigh.  I'll work on it, but I'm hoping Dave Thai wakes up eventually so we can do the scene to see if Freaky Amnesia Guy becomes Creepy Stalker Man...

( Widow, WiP, Tybalt, Byron )