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24 Aug 2009 12:58 am[there's a naga curled in front of a couch in one of the busier areas of the dressing room. he's not sleeping; there's a large, mottled egg in front of him on the cushions, and he's staring at it intently. it's got a big crack running across it already, and after a few more moments, a little chunk of shell goes flying as whatever's inside starts trying to get out.]