[Open because I'm bored]

[thespianmonkey.livejournal.com]

[Sup. You're suddenly inside a pub. Not just any pub, but a pub you've mostly likely never seen before. It's especially odd if you're from some time period after the 17-1800's, not counting the fact that at least half of the bar-goers are decidingly not quite human.

Once you look outside, of course is a sight even more strange. The sky is filled with airships and the entire city itself seems to be inclosed in a large castle.

Welcome to Lindblum.

Also your wallet is gone.]

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[alldesires.livejournal.com]

[shrugs and joins him at the bar.]

As long as you're not expecting any 'favors' in return. I don't go for kids.

[thespianmonkey.livejournal.com]

[Just about chokes at that.] Whoa, no. All about the ladies.

Pops just owes me for nearly killing me last week with his latest dish.

[alldesires.livejournal.com]

Pops, huh? [He gives an inquiring quirk of his eyebrow.]

[thespianmonkey.livejournal.com]

He owns the place. Be careful about the food here.

[And Zidane gets clocked with something.]

He's also sensitive about it.