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I've worked out a rough timetable for the moment.

Currently it's as follows:

Saturday
A) Memories (Team: Random People)
B) Singles' Night (Individual)
C) Homeward Bound (GM)
D) Exanima Nocturna (Team: Random People)

Sunday
E) Star Wars: Weapons of a More Civilised Age (Team: Random People)
F) The Underground Movement (Individual)
G) Pick Your Poison (Team: Random People)

If you want to play in any of these games with me, add yourself to my team (if appropriate). This may change closer to the date, but it looks good for the moment.

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psuedonym777
Sep. 12th, 2006 02:34 am (UTC)
Tagged. I have joined the same timetable for a beginner. Need more teammates? :oP
merinnan
Sep. 12th, 2006 03:51 am (UTC)
Tag! Will be playing with you in Star Wars. Unfortunately I'm running something when you're playing the other games I want to play ~_~
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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