♦ 47th key - voice

[the_dawnster]

So the sand didn't disappear at midnight. And all research on sand creatures aside, I think we should at least make the most of it for a little bit, at least. I say we party! There should be a beach party or a Sahara desert party or a hey we have sand everywhere party. And at said party we can make bets on which drinks and foods will turn to sand or not. And there can be dancing at said party, cause who doesn't like to dance? Main key word here, party. That should be a motto somewhere for something. When in doubt, party.

So who's with me? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? That was a good show too, Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Funnyness.

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[the_dawnster]

I try! There should be more sunshine rays. And I'm gonna make a fresh pot of coffee right here and now so that there's less sand and more caffeine.

[She pauses.] I wonder if there's caffeine in the sand since it was once coffee. [Another pause.] My brain is a scary place.

[ironmanic]

I just know if I don't get any caffeine in my blood, I'm going to pass out. Faint. Like the corseted women in old black and white films.

[the_dawnster]

Mister Tony Stark, the minute you resemble a corseted woman in an old black and white film, even the slightest bit, I'm gonna call an intervention and not one of those addictive ones you see on those reality shows you see on TV back home. This one will be hardcore.

[But a few moments later, she's bringing you a fresh mug of coffee to you, Tony. Cause she rocks like that.]

[ironmanic]

Dawn, if it weren't against contract or our terms of agreement or whatever, I'd kiss you right now.

[HE HAS BEEN SO CAFFEINE-DEPRIVED.]

But I'll settle for kissing this mug.

[And it's hot so he can't gulp it down like he does his alcohol, but god damn it he's going to try.]