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Post by Mary Narai on May 16, 2006 1:33:14 GMT -5
* Elena writes down "Rosie's plum cake" and takes it to the kitchen. She says promptly.* I'll take that scone and the cider for you, but who ordered them? Oh,and Crystal want's Rosie's plum cake.
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on May 16, 2006 16:23:58 GMT -5
Oh... I think I know who ordered the scone... Laylark. **Crystal turns to Laylark and grins.** I like paper footballs!
OCC: Crystal imaginnary friend, Mr. Sticky, is brighter than her... Huh, how does THAT work now?
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Post by Shadow-Risk & Rosemary on May 16, 2006 21:10:34 GMT -5
OOC: Not sure. Why don't you tell us, Crys? BIC: **The portly shrew popped over the height of the higher counter that separated the kitchen area from the dining and bar.** Hm? A Plum Cake, eh? Right. I'll see if Sapph's 'bout done with 'er 'otroot. **She lowered herself from her tip-toes and made her way to the rivermouse. She glanced over her shoulder anxiously.** Tut tut, Sapphire. Are ye almost done with that soup yet? I need ya to make a Plum Cake.. The instructions are simple and in that manual. **She nodded curtly and pointed a paw, both indicating a over-stuffed, but simple, leather-bound cookbook.**
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Post by Mary Narai on May 17, 2006 1:54:43 GMT -5
OOC: I dunno. That's weird. BIC:* Taking the scone, Elena hears Crystal's remark and takes the scone to Laylark. Sliding the plate on the table in front of him, she says.* Enjoy.
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on May 17, 2006 15:48:24 GMT -5
** Crystal leans back in her chair, Footpaws resting on the table. She knows no better, seeing how she was left to fend for herself at a young age. She leans so that only the two back legs of the chair are on the floor. She closes one eye.** hrm.
OOC: Ask Mr. Sticky! **Crystal drags Mr. Sticky in.** Tell 'em. MS: Tell them what?
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Post by Shadow-Risk & Rosemary on May 17, 2006 17:06:35 GMT -5
OOC: O.o O.o O.o 0.0 - the last one had to be different. Don't ask.
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Post by Mary Narai on May 18, 2006 0:31:50 GMT -5
OOC: * Brooky asks MS*How can you be smarter than Crystal if you are operated by her imagination?
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on May 18, 2006 20:16:21 GMT -5
OCC: MS: Because, being invisable to anyone but a few, I can eavsedrop, witch makes me smarter! HA! **The stickperson bites his curly mustashe.** Crystal: **Looks at MS's twin pistols.** Since when where there guns in REDWALL? MS: Since you tought me up. Crys: I guess your right.
(Crystal is wise, not smart. She is smart in battle and that's about it.)
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Post by Mary Narai on May 19, 2006 1:40:22 GMT -5
OOC: Than do you know why I can see you and other beasts can't?
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on May 19, 2006 15:12:37 GMT -5
OOC:
MS: Because Crystal is letting you for now. But you do know, when I'm not on her toughts, only she can see me. CRYS: Yep, that's one thing I DO know!
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Post by Mary Narai on May 20, 2006 2:30:21 GMT -5
OOC: Can we gets back to BIC now?
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Post by metalhead on May 21, 2006 18:32:47 GMT -5
OOC: Yes! Please! This "Mister Sticky" thing is weirding me out.
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Post by Darter on Jun 3, 2006 4:00:19 GMT -5
OOC: Alright, I'll get this going again...
BIC: **Darter drains his mug of strawberry fizz and sets it down on the oak counter. He lets out a deep breath and smiles with content. He stares at the counter for a few moments, lost in thought, then looks up and thumps his paw against the wood, signalling for a waiter to come and refill his vessel. He turns slightly to face Laylark and grins.**
So, Laylark, how's the butterfly catching coming?
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Post by Mary Narai on Jun 4, 2006 1:51:14 GMT -5
* Elena comes with a jug of strawberry fizz and refills Darter's tankard. She paws it back.* Here you go Darter.
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Post by Xumim Blacktarn on Jun 4, 2006 1:54:36 GMT -5
*Larkspur enters, humming a little. She stops when she sees Elenai with her jug of strawberry fizz.* Ooh! May I have some?
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