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Post by Richard III on Aug 30, 2007 1:22:41 GMT -5
*Richard alighted, rather sprightly for his twisted shape, at the door to the inn. He assisted the ladies down (for it always did well to attend to these things, while one had the luxury) and entered the inn as if he already owned it.*
"A suite, I think," *he said airily.* "And supper."
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Post by Brandi on Aug 30, 2007 5:59:17 GMT -5
*Brandi tried not to roll her eyes as the group came in.*
This should be...interesting. The other one surely was. Why did I have to go encouraging people to bring their characters here?
*She moved to quickly grab a key and mentally enlarged one room as much as she could manage on such short notice. Walking to meet him, she curtsied and offered him the key.*
"And what would you like for dinner, sir?"
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Post by Lucy Harris on Aug 30, 2007 7:55:13 GMT -5
*Lucy, having been here before, simply waited with Richard and Mira. As another thread was retconned.*
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Aug 30, 2007 9:52:12 GMT -5
*Mira went to put the horses in the stable*
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Post by Richard III on Aug 30, 2007 12:06:12 GMT -5
((Dude, she's a stablehand too? Mira's so useful.
Which tread is that, Lucy?))
*Richard looked at the key in his hand for a moment. These Gauls had strange ways and stranger contraptions. He wondered if all countries were so very different from one another. And why no one seemed to speak French.*
"Mutton," *he said regally.* "And some mead."
*He sat unbidden at the table furthest from the door, waiting to be served.*
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Post by Brandi on Aug 30, 2007 12:09:29 GMT -5
((Hmm...I also wonder. About speaking of teh French.))
*Brandi nodded and wandered into the kitchen to manifest some mutton and mead. At least she had had those. It would be easier than that stupid beer. And it gave her a good chance to get some quality eye rolling in while he wasn't looking.*
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Post by Lucy Harris on Aug 30, 2007 12:10:40 GMT -5
((I had a "dark alley" thread created, but only I had posted in there. This is much more fun))
*Lucy joined Richard at the table, feeling an out-of-character shyness around him. What was up with her, anyway? Royal or not, he was still a man, with man's desires and such. Seem 'em with their trousers off, and they're never quite as grand.*
"Mutton! Oh...but...I 'ave to sit this one out, I think. Don't 'ave any money at th' moment."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Aug 30, 2007 17:03:50 GMT -5
((Mira's just a generally usefull sue. ))
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Post by Richard III on Aug 30, 2007 18:31:34 GMT -5
((Can she shine my shoes and make me king, too?))
"No one goes hungry at Gloucester's table," *he said magnanimously, though it wasn't true.* "My coin is good enough for this place, I think. And you may prove your investment, for th'art a hearty wench."
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Post by Leia on Aug 30, 2007 18:36:00 GMT -5
((Those things you'll have to do yourself. These are ones I put in to give you time with Lucy.))
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Post by Lucy Harris on Aug 30, 2007 18:45:32 GMT -5
*Lucy beamed at Richard III*
"Thank you, sir! I don't know 'ow I'll repay you!"
*Though the words were innocent enough, one could almost hear something saucy implied in them...*
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Aug 31, 2007 15:15:09 GMT -5
*Once she had given the horses to a stablehand, Mira came back*
I've fangirled Richard III, sexed up the Emcee, ogled Sweeney Todd, and conversed with Dracula. I might as well get cards saying Companion to Villians.
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Post by Brandi on Aug 31, 2007 15:19:47 GMT -5
*Brandi game out of the kitchen carrying a heavy tray of mutton and root vegetables. She set it on the table and retrieved plates and silver, as well as goblets for the mead. She started them with four bottles.*
If I'm going to be gone for a chunk of the weekend, they should at least be served first.
*She smiled and curtsied.*
"Just let me know if there's anything else you need."
*She wandered back to the kitchen.*
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Post by Richard III on Aug 31, 2007 19:48:04 GMT -5
*Richard appreciated the prompt service; why everything he'd wanted was here, without his having to ask. Perhaps this inn was not so backwards after all. He took a swig of mead, then eyed his two companions.*
"I'm certain some arrangement can be reached," *he said.*
How loose these women be, if the very scent of power divorced from pleasing form makes them so earnest!
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Aug 31, 2007 20:55:14 GMT -5
((Hey, I never promised you sex, buddy!))
*Mira sat down and sipped her drink. This was a very...interesting situation.*
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