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Post by Emily on Aug 28, 2008 3:53:45 GMT -5
*Emily waited by the door, wearing her coat and with her large bag slung over her shoulder.*
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Post by Harvey Dent on Aug 28, 2008 9:51:47 GMT -5
*Harvey caught up with her a moment later, donning an overcoat, briefcase in one hand and coffee in the other.*
"So...it seems that the main morgue is actually at the Opera? Is that weird to anyone else?"
*It was a genuine question, even if he was smiling at the time.*
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Post by Emily on Aug 28, 2008 10:05:00 GMT -5
"...that...is some bizarre shit," *she said with fervent agreement.*
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Post by Harvey Dent on Aug 28, 2008 10:09:54 GMT -5
*Harvey shrugged, charmingly boyish air about him.*
"Well, maybe they can explain things up there."
*He stepped out to hail them a cab, trying to remember that things were weird all round here as a hansom pulled up.*
"After you." *He gestured up to the cab.*
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Post by Emily on Aug 28, 2008 10:21:57 GMT -5
"Thanks," *she said perfunctorily as she climbed in.*
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Post by Harvey Dent on Aug 28, 2008 12:03:43 GMT -5
*Harvey pulled himself up after her, rapping on the top of the coach and giving the driver directions. Then he slipped inside.*
((Did you want to talk or just get there?))
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Post by Emily on Aug 28, 2008 12:12:42 GMT -5
((Uh...what would we talk about?))
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Post by Harvey Dent on Aug 28, 2008 12:26:12 GMT -5
((I didn't have anything, but I didn't want to assume. I'll post at the morgue then.))
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Post by Emily on Aug 28, 2008 12:39:24 GMT -5
((Ok))
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