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Subject: **Yawns** Author: Kinnan Ulfe [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:42:54 09/21/01 Fri **He drains his cup and glances towards Favre and Astriana** I think we've about finished... What's next? I don't think we have a new job yet... **Thinks for a moment** OOC: I'm up for suggestions, is Astri and Fav are... What do we want to do? We need an organized RP... not a quest, per se, but something until we get hired again... What say ye, mercs? [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date **Settles himself down next to Aislynn and downs himself an ale before opening his pack and pulling out a tarnished bottle and stands it on the table between them. Reaching for the rose cordial he halfs fills his mug with it then pours some of the contents of his flask in with the cordial, the amber liquid smells faintly of a strange sweet smell.** Now me girl, this is th'stuff us waterbeasts are made of. Care for a swig? (NT) Rio 05:40:19 10/05/01 Fri **Sniffs the mug tenatively and eyes it** Hmm... Wot's th'dark stuff? **Doesn't wait for an answer, but takes a sip. She grins, and takes a proper gulp before handing it back, licking her lips** S'good! Very good! What is it? **Sniffs again, this time in the direction of the laden table** An'is that an 'ot cassarole I smell? Or a pie or somethin'? I'd love a bit of something warm in my stomach! (NT) Aislynn 10:39:31 10/05/01 Fri "When food just appears there is usually everything one would want" (OOC: I'm sorry I haven't been around for awhile. The {expletive here} computer kept locking up) (NT) -- Syran, 13:43:33 10/08/01 Mon **Smiles at Aislynn's reaction and downs the last of the drink. Smacking his lips loudly he wipes a paw across his mouth** Aaah that 'it th'spot. It's jus' a drink tha' an ole matey used t'make. Don't 'ave a name but it's made out 'o the roots of an oak. Deliciously warming ain't it? **Looks in the direction of the table, his smile every increasing.** I don't know abou' you bu' I can smell a mushroom flan, cor that's good tucker that. **Makes a running dive for it** Beat you back! (NT) -- Rio, 01:18:25 10/09/01 Tue **Nods to Syran** OOC: Welcome back! BIC: Aye, there's plenny o'everything! **Watches Rio dive for the flan, letting him win. She laughs and picks up a honeyed scone, aiming it at his head. As he turns, she flicks her wrist, sending the scone careening towards his face** 'Ow's that, matey? (NT) -- Aislynn, 10:15:57 10/09/01 Tue **Licks the crumbs off his face and contemplates the taste thoughtfully. Nodding he picks up another scone and hurls it at the vixen. A cheeky grin creases his face** I think it tastes nice, you like it too? (NT) -- Rio, 00:43:40 10/15/01 Mon