OOC- Darn it! if only i had read this before emailin u back, LS... -_-;; argh, i dont remember what i typed either... something in protest about the Jar Jar Binks comparison... ^_~*
IC- Skye settles down, after being drenched with nice, coooold water. She tiredly walks up to order a well deserved drink, skirting around the robot skirmishes. She sits at the Bar, drinking her ale, while shivering. "I-i-it-t wa-was nice t-to have th-the fir-r-re put out, b-but now im fr-fr-fr-freezin!" she stumbled out, as she rubbs her hands together, which were turning an unnatural shade of blue. (so i hate the cold. so what? ;-P )
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