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Conquest: Friday Night Poker Club

Sorting out some of the pre-reg people for my games at Conquest.

To make scheduling easier on my part I have allowed people to form teams for it this year, so that I know who wants to play with who. However, in Session C I still have 10 people who have entered as individuals. So, pheline, non_lj_mark, arienmir and psuedonym777, if you lot want to make sure you are playing in the same game together, you probably should make a team through AON.

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psuedonym777
Mar. 13th, 2007 06:38 am (UTC)
Ok. Team name created. The Reavers.... ;o) Join at your own risk.

Mark, no snacking until after we are at the table..... Start with Matt. :oP
non_lj_mark
Mar. 13th, 2007 10:22 pm (UTC)
Done
paradigmshifty
Mar. 13th, 2007 09:42 am (UTC)
Methinks non_lj_mark and arienmir have already been playing together ;-p
halloranelder
Mar. 13th, 2007 11:23 am (UTC)
I heard that...
psuedonym777
Mar. 13th, 2007 01:44 pm (UTC)
Him? Or them?
non_lj_mark
Mar. 13th, 2007 08:27 pm (UTC)
All three of you can stop that right now!!!!
halloranelder
Mar. 14th, 2007 03:03 am (UTC)
Look, over there, it's a distraction!
psuedonym777
Mar. 15th, 2007 10:31 am (UTC)
*innocent look*
paradigmshifty
Mar. 13th, 2007 09:45 pm (UTC)
I hear that fencing foils were involved... :-)
non_lj_mark
Mar. 13th, 2007 10:21 pm (UTC)
*A-HEM!!!*
paradigmshifty
Mar. 13th, 2007 10:28 pm (UTC)
Sorry - I only saw your request once I'd already posted that...
pastryproducts
Mar. 14th, 2007 04:33 am (UTC)
Are you sure that whiskey isn't allowed into the con, it's just a prop, promise... :)
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