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[toiletseat_girl]

[a shaky moment as George readies the camera to catch her on the video, technology like this is unheard of in 2003]

So, uh. I've been told that I should get out more. Meet people. I'm not any good at that, so you're just gonna have to--bear with me as I figure this shit out. But I guess I've gotta bite the bullet sometime, right?

[she looks off camera and flushes slightly out of a combination of nerves and embarrassment]

Anyway, I'm George. I'm newish. I have--no fucking idea what I'm doing here. Does anyone? If you do, could you please fill me in.

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logging it's fine if it's okay with you?

[toiletseat_girl]

It was pretty screwy. And I don't even believe in gods, so having them shoved in my face kinda pisses me off.

[well, George only admits to the depression and apathy. the rest are there, she just likes to pretend that they're not]

Okay, that sounds awesome. Just let me know where and when, okay?

[occupiesvitalregions]

I don't even like calling 'em gods. I don't think that's what they are. Powerful, sure, but not gods. I only call 'em that so people know who I'm talking about.

And there's no time like the present. Tomorrow morning at 9, meet me outside the armory.

[[OOC - how about a backdate log set to before the event, that we can do after?]]