Jan. 16th, 2004

guide_beregond: (Action Man! by RohanDove)
Beregond: *furtive glance* It seems the mun has been inundated with chatwindows ever since she sat down. She hasn't written a THING. I just thought you should know.

Agent Smith: Ooh, good strategy!

Beregond: I wrote it down in my notebook. *smirks* Which she hasn't yet noticed.

Agent Smith: Good job! You know, if all muns are so careless and over-confident, this revolution may be much easier than anticipated.

Talk of revolution and technology eventually digresses and ends in a wager )
guide_beregond: (Der hey?  by RohanDove)
It would seem I've been challenged to a drinking contest by a computer program. And any self-respecting man of Gondor cannot walk away from a challenge. He wished for a wager, too.

Well, then.

*nods to the bartender, settles into a comfortable booth, and waits to see if Smith changes his mind or not*
guide_beregond: (Looking at you through a screen door)
*waits for [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and hopes my mun is sufficiently distracted by her work today*
guide_beregond: (Saaaaaay.)
[continued from here]

*cough* [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]! Oh, Cupid, could I interest you in some conversation and company? I'm sure you get pretty tired flying around all the time.

Come on, sit a while, relax. I'll give you a shoulder rub, if you like. Those wings look -heavy-.


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