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[Punctuated by a lot of swearing and sand, Wolfwood and a major part of a building appears. Said building has a large chunk missing from its east wall, bullet holes from a large caliber machine gun across the floor running up the west wall and is missing the roof from what looks like some kind of blast. There are tables, and chairs and part of a bar, though most everything is covered by sand.]

Huh, so it can be done. [flops into a chair heedless of the sand and lights up a cigarette] Hope no one minds.

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[contract_star]

A showdown?

[Hei rubs his forehead and thinks of all the questions he could ask about Westerns and Wyatt Earp, but instead settles for,] Is the town okay now?

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[pauses and tries to come up with a reasonable explination for the damage that didn't involve talking about himself]

It's nothin' uncommon, jus' hard on the buildings. But yeah, the town's rebuilding an' people are coming back.

[contract_star]

Your world sounds relatively dangerous. [Not that Hei is one to talk.]

Are they going to miss their bar or are you planning on keeping this here? It would be nice to have chairs around here.

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It can be if a person's not tough.

[looks around and shrugs] Some people might not like it being here but I figured we can keep th's chairs and tables and send back the rest of it.

[contract_star]

Heh.

That'd be nice, a sort of cafe under the stars...

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

It'll give us a place t' sit and ashtrays. Gotta love the ashtrays.

[contract_star]

Chairs and ashtrays would be a plus.

Oh, sorry. I never introduced myself. I'm Li Shengshun.

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Everyone can bring their own drinks. I doubt I'm gonna be able t' bring much up.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood, at your service.

[contract_star]

Nice to meet you, Mr. Wolfwood.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you too.