|
Post by Meg Giry on Dec 16, 2010 15:32:43 GMT -5
"Well, and I doubt Stefan would want to share."
|
|
|
Post by Shilo on Dec 16, 2010 23:20:27 GMT -5
"Stefan? Who's that?"
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Dec 16, 2010 23:22:32 GMT -5
"Just a boy-"
|
|
|
Post by Shilo on Dec 17, 2010 0:08:12 GMT -5
"Ohhhh. Is he your brother or...?"
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Dec 17, 2010 0:26:25 GMT -5
"He's just an irritating thing with nowhere else to be."
|
|
|
Post by Shilo on Dec 17, 2010 0:35:08 GMT -5
Shilo splorfled.
"Oh, wow. Why don't you just ditch him?"
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Dec 17, 2010 3:11:22 GMT -5
"Because he's got nowhere else to be- oh wait, here we are-"
|
|
|
Post by Shilo on Dec 17, 2010 13:50:21 GMT -5
"Oh. Sorry."
She couldn't quite imagine being in such circumstances--kindness of strangers, sure, she'd done that, but being homeless?
"Great."
Not waiting, she opened the door.
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Dec 17, 2010 14:43:53 GMT -5
Meg scurried inside and went to turn up the gas lamps.
"And... voila."
|
|
|
Post by Shilo on Dec 17, 2010 21:49:27 GMT -5
Just to be sure nobody could sneak up on them, Shilo closed the door and surveyed the room.
"Ooooo." She said approvingly.
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Dec 21, 2010 4:23:07 GMT -5
Meg beamed at her.
"Feel free to look around."
|
|
|
Post by Shilo on Dec 21, 2010 12:55:00 GMT -5
Picking one direction, Shilo moved into the area, settling on a rack that seemed to be Asia-themed, along with approptiate props. Kimonos, yukatas, a full suit of...whoa.
"Samurai armor!"
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Dec 22, 2010 4:23:34 GMT -5
"Oh, I forgot we even have that-"
|
|
|
Post by Shilo on Dec 22, 2010 13:36:31 GMT -5
Shilo tried to think of what opera would have something like that in it, and came up blank.
"Do you know a show that would need that...?"
At the same time, she was eyeing the kimonos. Some of them were rather pretty, and they looked like they could fit her...
|
|
|
Post by Meg Giry on Jan 10, 2011 3:35:15 GMT -5
"Well, with all the people from other countries here now, sometimes they pressure us into doing very odd things. Those were for some odd English thing about an executioner-"
|
|