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[blessedaccel.livejournal.com]

Does anyone remember ever getting knocked out at the end of the night? If so, how'd it happen?

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[blessedaccel.livejournal.com]

You have an ability?

Doesn't sound like anyone remembers how it happens.

[scarabspeak.livejournal.com]

You could say that. But it's not working so well here.

No, I don't either. Hard to say what it could be though.

[blessedaccel.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think a lot of them aren't. Look, I kind of suck at the whole suggesting caution thing, but you might want to keep that on the down-low if you can.

I've got a couple thoughts. Hard to test most of them, though.

[scarabspeak.livejournal.com]

Normally I would, but if how it was working last night is going to be the norm here? Then I don't have many options. It's sort of noticeable.

Wanna meet up and compare notes some time?

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[blessedaccel.livejournal.com]

Ouch. That sucks. Especially here.

Yeah, sure. Can't hurt. At least they give us time to mingle, huh?

[scarabspeak.livejournal.com]

I kind of figured that one out for myself last night.

That's true, from what I've noticed anyway. When's good for you?

[blessedaccel.livejournal.com]

I don't think I've got anything going on today. After breakfast work for you?

[scarabspeak.livejournal.com]

Sure. Name's Jaime Reyes. Dark hair and eyes, bit of a beard, male (obviously). Guess we'll meet in the Sun Room?

[blessedaccel.livejournal.com]

Yep. Sounds like a plan.

I'm Daphne. Female, late twenties, short, pale blonde hair, dark eyes. I'd tell you what I'll be wearing, but I don't think that would help much.