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[boeshane_boy]

Strip twister. The twentieth. No danger of flying balls. Well - not the rubber kind. Anyone interested, stop by my room. Level three, room fifteen. I think everyone could use the lift after that mess in the dining hall.

Speaking of, any new information on that? I saw someone was looking into the radiation.

Saxon, you've been quiet. That keeps up, you'll give me an ulcer. I don't like ulcers. Tell me you're not wearing those awful clothes anymore.

Did anyone get hit by this that I really ought to know about?

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[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

And I was so looking forward to chess.

I've watched Peri play this game, twister, before, though I declined her invitation. Are you certain there would be space enough in your room for such a crowd?

[metacrisis-ten.livejournal.com]

Ohho, mate. You don't know Jack.

Strikes? Squint REALLY hard.

[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

I almost didGive me a bit of credit; I'm learning to. I'm expecting a crowd, aren't I?

[boeshane_boy]

Well, you and I can have a game of chess.

I'm very good with lots of people and small spaces. Trust me.

[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

Out of curiosity, then, what was the smallest space you managed to fit a crowd into, and how many people were involved? (The word 'people' embraces sentient species, of course.)

[boeshane_boy]

Back room of a bar. It was a little bit bigger than a phonebooth. Longer, though. There were, oh...at least twenty of us.

[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

Please tell me nobody was squashed against the ceiling. I can imagine the vertigo alone would be dreadful. [Again with the whole not being concerned about WHAT y'all were doing, just with the safety of all involved :| ]

[boeshane_boy]

[Yes, that is a little bit hilarious. Jack's very amused.] Not exactly.