[RP] The Inn of Peace - IoP (Open to all)

[Gren_Eckener]

He opened the door to the ward and nodded politely to the nurse, who gestured that he should be quiet. Gren took his seat by her bed and took up his dog-eared novel.  

[Angeles Valentine]

"I want you to go into the fridge," Angeles whispered to Rose very low so that only the girl could hear, "and get me a tomato."  

[Zulma san]

Zulma woke up and decided that she was done with recovering. She took a quick shower. Her side was a little painful and her forearm nerves were not all back in shape but overall she felt good.

When she came back from the shower her towel wrapped around her. She saw Gren by her bed lost in a book. He had not noticed because of the yellow pillow and the way she had pulled the covers, that she was not in bed anymore.

She blushed. "Hi Gren."


((I was not quick enough! lol))  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Well, hello! And here I was about to visit you..." Gren smiled broadly and set down his book. "Can't keep you in a sick bed, can they?"  

[The Artist Rose]

Rose nodded when Mistress Angeles asked her to get a tomato. She walked past the tree as quietly as she could. She slipped into the kitchen, went over to the fridge and got out a tomato. Then, as quickly and quietly as she could, she took it back to Mistress Angeles.  

[Zulma san]

Zulma chuckled but her blush stayed.

"No...not really...I think I am much better anyway."

She paused, slowly squeezing the towel around her, scared that it would drop.

"How have you been?" she asked, trying to be as natural as possible.  

[Gren_Eckener]

He smiled and sighed, getting up from his chair. "I'm all right...I did want to say sorry about the other day, shooing you out like that...you looked a bit too tired to really want to deal with gaping wounds...would you like me to go; let you get dressed? MacPere's making dinner."  

[MacPere]

Having whisked all of the contents together, MacPere heated a pan and set a sieable amount of butter to melt within it - acting as a natural non-stick. Slowly, he poured a few circles into the pan and waited a while before taking a spatula and flipping them over, piling the finished golden-brown atop a plate.  

[Angeles Valentine]

"Thank you Rose," said Angeles taking the tomato and hiding it under her table and waiting, "why don't you go and see if MacPere wasn't any help with the pancakes."  

[The Artist Rose]

"Ok, Mistress Angeles." Rose walked into the kitchen were Macpere was standing. "Do you need any help with the food?" She asked.  

[Zulma san]

In Zulma's mind came a romance fantasy as Gren stood up. He walked towards her and caressed her cheek then gently pulled her towards him, his hand gently caressing down her neck and bare shoulder... She stopped the vision quickly as her face become of the color of a tomato.

"That...that would be nice..." she managed to say. She blinked several times before adding.

"Thank you for coming and telling me that now. I felt a little like...an outsider for a while." She smiled at him.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"All right... and no, we hadn't meant for that to be the case at all...the three of us were trying to sort a few things out between ourselves first, is all. You're too important to be left out." He patted her shoulder, with gentle and soft hands. He turned and made his way up the stairs, and wondered why the medical wings was down a set of stairs, and if there was some elevator for those in wheelchairs.  

[MacPere]

"Help, my dear? Oh no, I'm fine~ ... You could flip a pancake if you desire, though?" MacPere gave the girl a warm smile and gestured toward the pan in his hand.  

[Angeles Valentine]

Angeles heard Gren come up the stairs and she waited patiently, smiling devilishly, resting her chin on one hand while her other held the tomato underneath the table. She watched the stairs to the medical room carefully.  

[Zulma san]

The contact of his skin on hers made her shiver. Zulma smiled at her friend's words and nodded as he left. She let herself sat on the bed and grabbed warm and comfy clothes.

I need someone to cuddle with...I am acting up again... she mentally sighed.

A couple of minutes later, she was up and quickly noticed that most of the action was happening in the kitchen. The air was filled with the smell of pancakes and she realized that she was starving.

"Hello people..." she said softly.