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| What are you looking for at the Inn of Peace? |
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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: Thu Mar 17, 2011 12:28 pm
Gren smiled kindly. "That's nice of you...And, well, what are coworkers for, huh?"
Remy, upstairs, whistled and half-sang while in the shower. "Once to your father, hmm ta da dada, lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 12:41 pm
MacPere grunted into his pint, staring blankly ahead.
Silently touching down on the bed, crimson eyes flicked up with a smile. The pitter-patter of showering... "Remy-poo does look good naked~"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 12:46 pm
"Dear?" asked Gren quietly, concerned.
Towel about his waist, Remy hummed, walking out of his bathroom, stopping short to gawk at the sight before him. "O-Oswald? Wh-wh-what are you doing on my bed?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 12:55 pm
Nate was perplexed. He hadn't had a sandwich in nearly a week because someone or something had gotten a hold of his very special bread from France. All that remained of the succulent loaves were a few scattered crumbs. This was indeed a mystery. He crawled around the floor in search of any sign of his beloved bread, unaware that he had exited the kitchen and was now crawling around the main room on his wings and talons.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 1:00 pm
"Ya okay there, Nate?" Max asked, tilting her head before giving him a light pinch. "Hey, Stella! Nate needs a little green!"
"Spectra Vert," she said without a second thought, Nate turning a lovely emerald green as he crawled about. She snickered slightly, grateful for the distraction.
"I suppose you're right," he said, looking around the main room of the Inn. Maybe he shouldn't have come...it seemed a lot more silent with him around...
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 1:04 pm
Nate searched in vain for his precious bread when he glanced down at his wing and saw that he was now an emerald shade of green. Panicked, the bird scattered about the room, squawking for dear life, before he burst out the nearest window and ran smack into a tree. Due to his new shade, however, he was indistinguishable from the leaves and thus invisible to the untrained eye.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 1:05 pm
Gren chuckled at the green firedbird. "Sosol, may I have a White Russian? With Bailey's."
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 1:05 pm
MacPere looked to his husband with an enquiring look.
"Good question..." He cooed, standing and crossing the room, attempting to grab at the towel. "We should both be in it~ I just came her to show my St. Patrick's day outfit... do you like~?"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 1:07 pm
"You all right, hon?" he asked quietly, lovingly.
"U-uh...Yes, it looks nice, but...what in the? H-Happy St. Patrick's Day to you too." he said, holding the towel tight. "I get the impression you're not going to let me dress in peace."
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 1:19 pm
"Of course." Sosol smiled, happy to actually be busy with something pleasant for the first time in a few weeks. "There you go."
Max broke into uproarious laughter at Nate's reaction to the green, giving Stella a hearty pat on the shoulder. "That was hilarious! Thanks!"
"No problem," she answered, laughing a little herself.
Terry chuckled as well, doing anything he could to avoid looking over at MacPere...he could think as he wanted. He was going to stay here and celebrate with Stella.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 1:34 pm
"Perfectly~" He replied in a blunt tone.
"Look at that~! You know me so well already, darling~ I don't know why you have that girlfriend." Again, he pursued the towel, beaming.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 1:38 pm
Gren thanked Sosol for the White Russian quietly, sipping it with a slightly sad expression. "Should we go somewhere, or just me?"
'Because I like her." said Remy, emphatic. "Give me a break, man!" he said, shuffling backward. "A-and how'd you get in here, anyhow? Don't you need invited?"
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:01 pm
Terry gave a wave to Sosol...after a couple of rounds, he had remembered somewhere else to be. Besides, it seemed best to remove Stella from the situation. My, such a tangled web, isn't it? He thought with a sigh, offering his arm to her after they had paid their tab.
"Thanks, Sol, it's been fun," she said, a blatant but polite lie as she took Terry's arm to leave. It had been months, yes, but that thought remained in her head...and it just surged every time she walked through those doors.
"Man, Remy oughta be down by now!" Max grumbled, a green thunder on the stairs as she headed up for his room.
Sosol sighed, cleaning up a few glasses. So much for an enjoyable party...there was still hope, though.
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:07 pm
"Have a nice holiday!" Gren breathed an internal sigh of relief at the couple's leaving. Perhaps Eli would mellow out? He himself had managed to find that wonderful balance of drunk and sober that he just didn't care anymore.
Remy backed slowly out of his room in his towel.
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Gren_Eckener Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 5:24 pm
Nate recovered enough from his concussion to peel himself off the tree and return to the confines of the Inn, having even come to terms with the fact that he was now green (He hoped the effects were only temporary). Finding a bread crumb on the floor, he picked it up and inspected it closer. It was his bread. The special bread he'd had flown in from Paris. His feathers ruffled, he looked around for any more crumbs, now determined to find the bread thief. Before he began his search, however, he carefully consumed the crumb. He wasn't going to let good Parisian bread go to waste.
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