<span style="font-weight: bold">@ Kavenbach (Santi):</span>Shari leans over the sink, away from you momentarily as she scrubs her hands innocently.  Her eyes wander up into the mirror; the two of you are alone, for the time being.  Her lips curl into a catlike smile.  “Heya, hon.” She tilts her head a bit.  “You like what you see out there?” She's referring to Tim.  “He's a bit quiet, but he's really nice...” She takes some paper towels and starts washing her face, lathering and rinsing off her smooth, pleasant features, turning her head a bit now to face you.  Her voice is kept low, to be kept in this room alone, and she puts her hands on her hips.<br/><br/>“I'm Shari.” She offers a hand to shake.  “Do you like books?  We're about to head to the store across the street and go home to read and relax.” Her demeanor is wicked casual, pleasant, like she'd just met you in a hobby shop in the same aisle.  “And you're totally welcome to swing on down with us.”<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">@ Ome (Stella):</span>The geckoboi nods and offers you a seat.  For a while, he launches into discussion about what the match will be like, asking about your circuit, the sort of fights you get in, the sort of people you meet, and sharing anecdotes of wild times in and outside the ring.  An hour passes.  More.<br/><br/>“-so then, so then...” The Firin' Oziran is laughing his ass off, as is the secretary behind the desk.  “I suplex him RIGHT into the electrified ropes, totally not even thinking about how he's a fucking eelmorph.  He doesn't feel a thing, but the short we caused darkened the whole arena.  And the whole place is in an uproar – this is while the cameras weren't working, mind you – because the crowd always does the electric slide whenever someone gets slammed into the zapropes.  And we have 10,000 people in the dark, falling over each other's and their chairs because of the electric slide.  And the whole time the paramedic on standby is trying to get in the ring, the lights come back on and we need to call a paramedic for HIM – we blew the fucking roof off the place that night.” He offers you a can of juice from the vending machine.  “Ah, well, maybe it doesn't SOUND funny, but really, it's another installment of 'You Had to Be There Theatre.”<br/><br/>((Ome – Let's clear up general match details in PM's. ^_^ ))<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">@ Chiro (Onyx):</span>“My thoughts?” James grumbles, getting out of the borrowed robe and getting dressed now that he's reasonably dry again.  “My thoughts are, I'll get one guy, you get one guy, party of four should be perfect.  I don't want to go back.  I don't care about the whole deal to this extent, to hit a ghost town.  However...” He puts on last, the black leather bomber jacket and stetson you see him wearing whenever he's off on one of his “sabbaticals.”  “Professor Dakota James is ready and rearin.” He turns back, grinning with the life and youthful enthusiasm that you only see when he's in the middle of teaching, or knee-deep in shit with the odds stacked too high to reach up and pull himself out.  James slides his belt on, a utility belt full of crap that he never used but would make batman green with envy.  “I'm off for now.  Be ready to leave by tomorrow night.”<br/><br/>((Chiro – PM me about an NPC of your choice you'd like to bring to the expedition. :3 ))<br/><br/>((Note – Anyone who wants to rejoin, I'm back in swing, feel free to post wherever you left off!))