[Private to all who've identified themselves as having medical training] To medically trained people: I believe we should all meet together, soon, to introduce ourselves in person and see about getting an emergency medical service together.
[Private to Internet Project members] Shall we meet for a late lunch soon? We have servers to build, programs to write, etc.
[Private to Kitty and Wisdom] Mission Bartoswski shall we?
[Private to Piotr] Piotr. I admit to being concerned for you. Could we meet for coffee, to talk?
Right...is this thing on? Looks like I'm stuck here this time. A little bit better prepared... [looks around] I think I fell in the same spot as last time...still see the pub ahead...
[back to the camera]
I wonder how long it's been...
All I remember was talking to some cute American bloke, then I just up and disappeared...sort of felt like I woke up- turns out I was gone for a few days...not the first time that's happened. [smiles at her memory]
Better get going to the pub up ahead. Gonna need a place to stay.
So, who feels like a little mischief back home with me? I hear there's all kinds of ruckus, and I'm curious to see what's going on. I promise money, sex, danger, and lots and lots of fighting. All the best things in life.
He has to admit: it was the smell of a presumably damn good chili that made him swing the doors open. Not that he'd be too keen of food, honestly. Moroi barely eat anything besides blood - as a side note, they're also pretty much alive and they do not kill their... food. Or feeders, let's be politically correct.
So Adrian swings the doors open and takes a look around, quickly adjusting to the different touch of light within.