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[sellerofsins]

Well isn't this just nice and cosy? Not exactly where I want to be but isn't it always so delightful when someone intervenes with your life without any permission and dumps you in the middle of war to play bloody tin soldiers?

[There's a slight huff of frustration.] Look, I'm not really up for the whole fighting side of things, I much prefer watching from the sidelines. Blood is always so hard to get out and it's rare to find a descent dry cleaner in a warzone. I'm afraid you've definitely got the wrong bloke here. Forgive me if I don't plan to stick around.

So, if anyone out there can kindly point me to the nearest exit, I will be most grateful. If not, I'll settle for the nearest place to get a descent drink.

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[sellerofsins]

I'm all ears, enlighten me?

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[glenamored]

The more senior Transports have actually compiled a list of all the best pubs. [ She'd found it quite randomly before the zombie attack, and now flips through the tablet (now with much greater ease than she'd experienced with the thing at first), locating it and quickly sending it over as an attachment. ] I've just sent you the list. Keep in mind that I've barely had time or decent company enough to go out and try any of these places myself, so I can't speak for any of them personally. They're fairly well-endorsed by others, though.

Hopefully you'll like whatever you happen to find.

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[sellerofsins]

Well, that's the first and only good news I've had today. Cheers, luv. I'll pay you back one day if these places are as golden as they seem.

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[glenamored]

I'll hold you to that, and I expect you to give me a shorter list of your favorites... [ Or show her. It's been a while since she's played that game, but Glen remembers all the rules. ]