*And with a swish of a coat, dreadlocks, beads, a few feathers, and the distinct aroma of rum, the tipsy Captain goes back to Lakewood.* -- La Petite Marie

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Subject: *And with a swish of a coat, dreadlocks, beads, a few feathers, and the distinct aroma of rum, the tipsy Captain goes back to Lakewood.*

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Swiftstream Brooktail: Vanquisher of Unruly Fonts Everywhere
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Date Posted: 09:33:16 11/21/03 Fri
In reply to: Kevin Baker 's message, "*A older teen/youngish adult walks about, looking a tad lost.*" on 16:42:52 11/09/03 Sun

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OOC: **Another otter pops up and waves a stick at the retreating form of Swift** You made it smell like RUM! Away with ye, foul beast of bread! **Swishes the stick threateningly** BIC: **Ned glares at Kevin's statement and uses his paws to stop Ben and rummage in his pack with his mouth. Grabing a large, floppy chef's hat, he stalks over to Kevin and deposites it in his own hands, winking at Samantha.** If cats are royalty, at least the dogs are nobles! They should most definitely not have to cook! Make the pups do it, I say! Little wet-behind-the-ear humans, hope they don't burn food! (NT) Ned 13:12:09 11/21/03 Fri