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<div><span class="gmail_quote">On 9/6/07, <b class="gmail_sendername">Anousheh K</b> <<a href="mailto:Anousheh.PH@gmail.com">Anousheh.PH@gmail.com</a>> wrote:</span>
<blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="PADDING-LEFT: 1ex; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; BORDER-LEFT: #ccc 1px solid">On Sep 5, 2007, at 9:38 PM, Captain Mitchell wrote:<br><br>> Stare at Anousheh's unconscious form for a moment...
<br><br><ooc> You won the *game*. No one said anything about being the last<br>one conscious. </ooc><br><br>> Grin foolishly.<br>><br>> Try to stand up, slowly.<br>><br>> "I think I'll go to bed now."
<br><br>[Just as I planned......]<br><br>---<br>Anousheh K<br><br><a href="mailto:Anousheh.PH@gmail.com">Anousheh.PH@gmail.com</a></blockquote>
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<div>Kat goes over to Anousheh to make sure that she is fine. "Sir Jace, perhaps you'd help Anousheh and settle her into a better bed then the floor. She will be fine but when she is more awake give her these <hands over something for the headache that will come>. Kat pats Annie on her shoulder and mutters softly "well played". Standing up, she gets her med bag and looks over at the Captain.
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<div>"Congratulations on the win Mitch. I'll just follow you to see how well you manage to get to your room." Kat is clearly enjoying this part of the game. </div><br> </div>