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| What are you looking for at the Inn of Peace? |
| Peace (dah) |
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| Love <3 |
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| Friends and Friends *hugs* |
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| Chaos and destruction *evil grin* |
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| Nothing *snores* |
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| Gold XD |
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| I don't know yet... |
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 5:58 pm
'Yeah, plenty...I play piano and tenor sax, though."
She flipped a salute, adjusting her grip. "Thanks for caring!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 6:03 pm
Max grew somewhat quiet, sipping at her cola. "I hope he's alright..." OMG, what if I had him talking too much? But Sol told me to talk to him...
"I'm more concerned about whoever's responsible," Tyler said, a slight shiver creeping up his spine as he remembered that spell of hers...no idea what it was, or what it did...well, besides leaving the target as a scorch mark.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 6:09 pm
Gren thought for a moment. "Perhaps this has to do with that faction I heard her talking about..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 6:28 pm
Felix ventured back out into the main room with Charlotte on his back and sipping his second glass of cocoa, piled high with whipped cream. He glanced around and lumbered over to a table near Gren's sitting sideways on the chair so his little leech could remain attached.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 6:30 pm
Arms finally dying on her, Charlotte let go, perching on the arm of the chair. "You, sire wolf, are comfy." she declared, letting her arms throb and ache.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 6:46 pm
"And you, little piglet," He poked her forehead lightly, "Are tired." He held out his cream-covered cocoa, "Sip?"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 6:48 pm
She obediently drank, getting whipped cream on her nose. "Thank you...I may be tired, but it's fun to stay up late~"
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 6:55 pm
Felix wiped the cream from her nose with his sleeve. "Yes, but good little piggies need to go to bed." He patted her head with one large hand. "Even the big bad wolf needs some sleep."
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 6:58 pm
She wrinkled her nose at the wipe. "Mmmkay...but since you can't go upstairs, there are at least pillows and blankets..." She snapped her fingers, producing a cushy violet pillow and a 20's vintage crazy quilt. She handed them over with a kind smile. "You sleep well too, okay?"
(Heading home...)
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 7:31 pm
Felix took the pillows and quilt and gave Charlotte one last pat on the head before swigging the rest of his cocoa. He then made his way over to an empty couch and laid out his pillows and flopped down before covering himself up and hunkering down for the night.
(Night guys. My head is killing me...)
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 7:55 pm
Through the entrance of the inn walked Albee and his doctor, Howard Llars. They had visited before, but not for long. The young boy with wraps over his face looked around for the lady who had given him the apple juice, sniffing the air through the fabric.
"I think I smell her over here, doctor. You can take a seat and I'll get us some apple juice."
Albee walked with a purpose, sniffing about the air. Howard sat in a seat, his face bored, but his body language sheepish. It was bad enough that the kid ate more than the Devil's flames, but now he was walking around an inn as if he owned the place. He saw Albee slap five with some random person, then saw the person laugh with his buddies once Albee was gone. Howard sighed.
"What sort of place have you just found, Al?"
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Elsewhere, Albee had tried to follow his nose to the apple juice. It was a great idea... until he remembered that he had no super sense of smell. The thought made him sob as he took a seat next to the doctor, defeated.
"I... couldn't find it..."
"I guessed as much."
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 9:18 pm
"As much as he'd hate to admit it..." A small grin played across Devyn's lips as Lestat returned to the main room of the Inn. "...Leslie here can sing." He nodded in the direction of his raven-haired counterpart.
He sighed. "And here I was hoping that'd be one of the things you'd forget."
"Not a chance." Giving Lestat a joking wink, Devyn waved Albee over with a fingerless-gloved hand.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 9:35 pm
Max was shaken out of her thoughts of James by another...Sol, Eli, now Lestat, Kitty-boy...
"Holy crap! We could totally have a dude choir!" She exclaimed at last, her eyes practically sparkling at the thought.
"Dude choir?" Tyler echoed skeptically, glancing over at her. "As long as you're not dragging me into it, I have no reason to complain."
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 10:29 pm
"A dude choir? That sounds like a cool idea. As long as you're not in it, Albee."
"Whaaa? I can sing! Listen!!"
Albee burst into a boisterous song, flinging his arms wide as he sang. It wasn't horrible, as he lilted over the notes like a haunting melody. But the trouble was...
"Albee, that's unfortunately not even a recognizable language."
"What? All I did was sing (kajdkgjalmlvcljnamglkv)."
"Yeah, but all we heard was (kajdkgjalmlvcljnamglkv)."
The red-haired doctor turned to Max.
"Don't do it. No matter how cute his eye may seem."
He took off his top hat and placed both it and his baseball bat on the table, puffing the cigarette.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 6:39 am
Morning found Enta stirring in his bed, unwilling to crawl out from underneath the warm covers. Nuzzling further into his pillow, he reached to his nightstand and felt the Whitesteel staff resting there beside his medicine and lukewarm glass of water. The catboy rolled over, his thoughts slowly becomming more coherent. His brother had been downstairs last night-why anyone would let him inside was beyond him- and he had blacked out only to wake up in the bathroom beside the sink. He had taken his medicine and hidden in his room the rest of the night. I'll have to hide in here untill he leaves... The thought was saddening. He wanted to go see Gren and MacPere and tell them how happy he was to see them back. Letting out a lonely sigh, Enta burrowed further into his comforter and lay there silently.
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