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[cantgetanyworse]

I'm looking for a personal trainer.

ImPort or a recommendation for one who isn't one of us. I can't say I mind, though I'd prefer the former.
I suddenly find myself with a startling amount of knowledge in self-defence and a frustrating lack of the physical prowess required to put it into practice.

Also... if anyone sees a small jackalope with stunted horns in De Chima, could they please let me know. She managed to gnaw through the front door and escape while I was gone - hungry, I expect. Her name is Sylvi.



((anyone is free to find Sylvi!))

Comments

[anathemic]

Yeah. Same. Like, you'd think my house here in Jeopardy should be my closest thing to home here? But now it feels like this City -- which doesn't exist, or at least doesn't exist in this plane of existence -- is actually a far closer thing to home. It's hitting me in such small ways, too. I tried to go to my favourite coffeeshop only to realise it isn't even here.

I think I need to start making some lists. Listing things from this world, and things from that world, so I can learn to tell the difference.

[cantgetanyworse]

I still feel like me, but there's so much that I suddenly remember and I find myself second-guessing choices that I make. It's terribly disconcerting. I wonder if the memories will start to fade.

Anathema, I don't suppose you'd like to meet up for a drink?

[anathemic]

Please. I think we have a bit to sort through.


And hey, at least we don't have to dodge the police this time around, right?

[cantgetanyworse]

Yes, I believe I've had quite enough of such clandestine meetings. Where shall we go? I don't know many bars.

[anathemic]

I don't either, to be honest, but--

Maybe you can come on over to Small Mediums at Large? It's pretty cozy, we won't have to deal with strangers, and I have some bottles of liquor in the back. [ Left over from Klaus, but still destined to a good home. ]

[cantgetanyworse]

Of course I can. I'll be there in half an hour.