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Topic: RDI stats
Subject: Tavern Name Gen
Well thank you for the tavern name generator...  just used it in my tabletop D&D game... to come up with the 'Naughty Nymph'
M.
Posted on 2009-09-28 at 01:24:19.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Keeping the ball rolling....
Yeah I figure Smoke and Rose are kind of out of things for the moment while Alex and Penelope settle things downstairs.
But there is a bit more on Katul...
Posted on 2009-09-26 at 18:53:31.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Of Rats and Cats...
Katul's Apartment
Tuesday Night
7:45pm
Night in the big city.
Katul stared out the large windows, looking through the darkness at the glittering lights below. He had plans for after dinner, but it seemed that they would have to wait a bit longer, one of his new cronies called in, said he had information he would only tell to Katul. It had better be good.
His blue eyes narrow as he watches the lights below, eventually the city would be his.
The intercom beside him on the desk lit up a small red light and a calm voice drifted through the blackness "Sir, Sargent Fansler is here for you"
Let him in he sent to the night sentry outside, paused and then added And get that scrumptus little feline ready for me, will you?
"Yes Sir" The voice said just as calmly. A moment later the front door opened and a streak of light illuminated the white carpet. The shadow of a man filled it and then the man himself came in. The door closed and with his excellent nightly vision Katul inspected the figure in the shadows as he tried to adjust his less the perfect human eyes to the darkness.
"Uh... Mr. Katul?" The voice asked, the head moved as it searched for somewhere to direct his call.
On the desk.... Sarge... you must pardon the form, I have a date tonight. Now then... you had business for me?
He watched as the man turned toward the desk and found himself looking at a large siamese cat sitting on the top of it.
"Oh..." The man said. And if he could smile in this form Katul would have. He loved to watch the surprise on a human the first time they realized they were talking to a cat. Katul watched as Fansler looked at him closer, trying to determine if in fact the cat -had- just spoken to him. In his inspection of his boss Fansler forgot that he was supposed to say something more than 'oh' and eventually the silence reminded him of that.
"Oh... I uh... well you know I work for the CPD, and well..."
Get on with it boy
"Yeah.... well I ran into something today, and maybe it's nothing, but maybe not and I just thought that perhaps you'd want to know."
Yesssss...
"Well of course you know about what happened to Eddie..."
Yes
"And the others..."
Yes his voice growing impatient now.
"Well the cops still haven't linked the deaths together really. In fact until Eddie they hadn't paid much attention to them. Drug killings is what they were thinking and of course those go to the bottom of the basket. But Eddie... man that was different. The guy was -fried- and on him was one of our pendants, melted to s***. The detective working the case... Joe Kelly. Well he starts looking around more into this one. He pulled up this cold case file, see? This whole group of people were just... massacred a few years back. And he's got the pictures laying out, and there is our symbol all over the place in blood. Man some f***** up s*** musta happened there. I was fresh out of the academy when it happened, but I remembered it. Everyone does. One of our own was in there when it happened, he lived but that sweet little wife of his didn't."
No... Fansler... not one of your own. WE are your own now, not those boys in blue
The sargent fumbled a moment then nodded, "Well yeah... I know... but you know what I mean. At any rate well that cop couldn't cut it at the force anymore, started spending more time with a bottle then with his job and handed in his badge. Kelly was his partner back in the day. Well I got my hands on the files and it looks like Kelly gave this old cop a visit was asking about the pendant too. Seems the old cop pulled himself out of the bottle long enough to give him Azazael's name"
There was a pause then. Finally Katul spoke up.
What is this washed out boy in blue's name?
"Alexander Sharpe" Fansler responded and stepped closer to slide a bit of paper onto the desk before the cat. "His address, phone number, and a description I lifted from the file"
Very good Sarge... you are proving to be a most useful asset. Now then... as I said, I have a date, so if you'll just see your way out...
"Oh... yeah, course Mr. Katul. Glad I could help." And he quickly started to leave.
One more thing Sarge -
Fansler turned and looked back into the blue eyes of the cat. "Yeah?"
Keep your eyes on this for me will you? This Sharpe fellow says anything more I want to know. And... be careful about it. I don't need you mucking up a rat job and expecting me to come clean it up.... alright?
"Yeah boss... Will do... " Fansler replied and then headed out.
As Fansler passed into the brightly lit entry room, blinking as his pupils tried to shrink back down to a proper size, the sentry put a white persian cat on the floor and pushed her into the room, only to close the door behind her fluffy tail.
Posted on 2009-09-26 at 18:49:50.
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Topic: Aria of the Thirteen Q&A
Subject: Well...
There it is the first game post.
I know it's long... but I had fun. Let me know if I assumed too much with anything and I can edit as needed
M.
Posted on 2009-09-25 at 14:52:00.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Aria of the Thirteen
Subject: Enter: Michael Davin
Except for the red ember at the end of his joint and the watery blue light cast off by the fish tank on the far wall the room was dark. He pulled a long drag from the joint, watching how it burns brighter as he does then peters out when he is done. The smoke is trapped in his mouth, tickling up his nose, seeping down his throat slightly. Before he exhales he hands it over to the girl laying in bed next to him. Their fingers touch a moment as she takes it and brings it to a pair of lips smudged with pink lipstick. Finally he exhales, the smoke catches the light from the fish tank and swirls in pretty blue tendrils before his eyes.
He smiles. It has been a good night. The smell of the smoke mixes with the faint hint of water, cheap perfume and sweat. His head is light and swimmy as if he were in with the fish, floating atop the water, between the pot and the still lingering euphoria of sex he is swimming.
The night had started not long after the sun went down at a local bar. A few beers and a few games of pool ended in a fist fight with a patron Michael had never seen before. The man had tried to hustle him. Something he likely regretted now, because Michael’s hand was still sore from breaking the man’s nose. Chelsea had come back to the apartment with Michael afterwards.
She was a cute little thing, he thought to himself as he took the joint back from her to settle it between his lips. A little punk girl; magenta colored hair that had been cropped and styled to look like a cat hat spent half an hour licking it into a disaster; heavy eye makeup, frosted pink lips; enough piercings to make an airport security guard have nightmares and a handful to tattoos to go with them; the boots, pink leggings, short black skirt and the white lacy top were all on his floor now.
It wasn’t the first time Chelsea had been to the apartment. She lived up the street and was a regular at the bar as well. When her boyfriend was in town she came with him, and when he wasn’t in town she went home with Michael.
Pulling a final drag from the joint he passed the little bit that was left to Chelsea and then swung out of bed.
“Be right back baby…”
She nodded slightly and enjoyed the last bit of the joint as she sank into his bed. Michael padded his way to the bathroom. The light flicked on as he closed the door behind him. The toilet seat was almost always up here, he lived alone and he knew how much it was piss his mother off, so it was up now. Leaning an arm against the shower stall he deposited safety measures and all those beers into the toilet. As he reached over to jiggle the handle on the porcelain bowl he caught a glimpse of himself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.
The sight caused him to stand up straight, smile and run a hand through his hair. Five days a week he worked out, and it paid off. Under his lightly tanned skin muscles were toned into thick ropes. A firm jaw line led up to his handsome face where a pair of dark blue eyes peered out. His hair was a dark brown, straight and cut short enough to be respectable but long enough to run his fingers through. A face chiseled for the movies not the police station, or so he’d been told (and didn’t argue the point) several times before. A few scars marred his physique, but only seemed to add to the over all persona he had. A motorcycle accident made his right arm look like a cheese grater had been taken to a long strip of it. Thin one inch lines speckled his left side under his ribs and circled to his back where he had once been stabbed in a fight. There was even a star shaped bit of scar tissue that went straight through his left shoulder, a bullet. They were medals that he wore to prove that he could live through anything.
Holding his fingers up to his own reflection as if they were a gun he grinned and fired once then walked over to the sink and turned on the cold water.
A splash of the water cut through the dizzy lightheaded feeling that had wrapped itself around him like a blanket. He could think more clearly then as he wandered back to bed and curled up next to Chelsea.
The clock beside the bed read 4:09. He counted the hours until he was expected to be at his parents for Sunday brunch: seven. Not enough is what that amounted too.
Chelsea had fallen asleep and he ran a finger through her hair, noticing how it caught on one of the rings high up on her ear and laughed to himself a moment. His mother was always asking when he’d bring a girl to brunch for her to meet. He could just imagine bringing Chelsea there.
The pink leggings and black lace standing out in stark contrast to the pure white linen suit his mother would wear. She would stroke her pearls like she did when she was thinking about something distressing, as if the pearls could wash away any unclean thoughts, her eyes would watch Chelsea carefully, making sure her fine china and silverware didn’t make it into the girl’s purse. His father would sit in his chair at the table on the balcony, explaining to Chelsea the food; the history of pheasant going back to the Kings of France; the best way to grow asparagus; the valley that the wine came from, all in a tone that his efforts to refine the girl were helpless but he would try anyway.
An amusing thought, but he never would do that. He got enough grief from his parents without adding more ammunition to the firing squad. Not to mention he had hoped to share his bed with Chelsea again someday and that wouldn’t happen if he brought her there, she’d never forgive him. Not that he would be able to blame her for it.
Still thinking about his mother meeting Chelsea he falls to sleep next to the little punk girl.
* * *
The large cherry red Indian motorcycle turns quickly, leaving a slight tire burn on the asphalt, before coming to a halt before ‘The Shop’ as Michael likes to call the MSPD Headquarters. A foot in a heavy black boot kicks down the kick stand and the bike settles slightly to the right as the engine kicks off. Moments later Michael steps off the bike and pulls the shiny black helmet off his head. Under his black leather jacket he wears a blue t-shirt and a pair of well worn jeans.
The helmet is tucked under one arm while he goes for a package of cigarettes in the hidden breast pocket of his jacket. He uses his lips to pull one of them from the pack before putting the rest back and fishing a lighter out. A flash of flame and he takes a drag from his third cigarette of the morning.
Propped casually against his bike he savors most of the cigarette, waving to people as they pass him. Finally it is time to head inside, which he does, with half a pinky’s width of lit cigarette still hanging from his lip.
“Michael Davin!” Sarah calls out as she notices him once again trying to sneak into the building with a cigarette.
He grins at her, shrugs as if to say ‘Hey I forgot’ and pulls the cigarette from his lips, lifts his foot up and puts it out on the bottom of his boot before dropping the bent butt in the nearest trash can. Sarah narrows her eyes at him some, shakes her head then starts to go back to work.
Susan can’t help but to smile a little at him, though. And it is to her that he smiles warmly and steps up to the desk for. He leans over it and into Susan’s personal space bubble just a bit.
“My but you are looking pretty today Susan. Now tell me, have you thought about my proposal much since last I saw you? Come on… you – me – a weekend in Tahati – how can you say no?” he grins brightly.
Susan blushes slightly, and shakes her head at him, “Oh Michael…”
“Ohh… Susan…” He mocks her with a smile then straightens up. “Be sure and tell me the minute you change your mind, I’m desperately waiting…” He winks at her.
He heads down the hall then, grinning as he sticks a cigarette over his ear. Feeling the eyes of Susan and Sarah on his back as he goes. In the break room he pours himself a cup of coffee into one of the Styrofoam cups and then loads it full of sugar. He takes his time, knowing that the clock in the meeting room is inching toward 8:00.
Just as it reaches the 8 he slips inside and takes a chair at the table, grinning at everyone.
Marie sat across from him, such a pretty thing she was he thought to himself. She had a troubled background kind of like him, and he had told her more than once that he thought they would be perfect together. And maybe they would. But he had never actually asked her out, affairs in the office were not exactly looked well on. Besides, he was kind of certain she was a girl who looked for ‘relationships’ and Michael just wasn’t into that kind of thing right now. It would please his mother too much.
Lara sat to his left. If Marie was pretty, this woman was drop dead gorgeous. The first time she had walked in the room Michael had to sit down and squeeze his legs tightly together to stop the embarrassing reaction she caused in him. But he didn’t flirt her much. To be honest the woman scared him a little. He had seen what she could do to a man. Beautiful poison was how he thought about her, and he gave her as much distance as she needed. He’d back her up, he’d work with her, but he couldn’t envision himself sleeping with her… well... not seriously.
The Chief cleared his throat and Michael started to sip his coffee as the meeting began.
Posted on 2009-09-25 at 14:50:34.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: ohhh...
Hey look! 
We are building a fan club!!!
Thanks Aryn, glad you are enjoying reading it.
And yeah Eol you can keep me.
M.
Posted on 2009-09-25 at 01:23:04.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Well yeah...
She doesn't need Alex...
She needs Smoke... and her wonderful kitty powers of telepathy and death lordship... duh... Alex just is part of the package deal 
M.
Posted on 2009-09-24 at 20:00:22.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #17: Enter the B.B.G.
Subject: BBG
Did one of the NPC's rummage through a halloween costume store by chance?
Oh! Speaking of which... HALLOWEEN! I gotta get MY costume...
Oh... back on topic. hehe... keep em coming we like cartoon
M.
Oh! Gotta go vote! I forgot! Wow... I need a vacation.
M.
Posted on 2009-09-24 at 14:14:53.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Yes yes... sad farewell...
Someone get me a Tequila Sunrise... I need to wallow away in my sorrows.
M.
Posted on 2009-09-24 at 12:55:14.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Poor Rosie...
Smoke took it all in and finally began to understand why the girl was so strange, and also why the girl tried so hard to deny any gift she might have.
When the memory seemed to come to an end Smoke noticed that Rosie was crying and sighed a soft 'mew' into the room.
Snuggling close to her she spoke up again.
Okay... Remember Rosie, you are safe here. Alex and I won't let anything like that happen again. Safe... very safe...
The word is repeated softly and gently. She wasn't completly sure if that was true, but it is what the girl needed to hear.
I'll let you sleep now, sleep soundly, sleep safely...
She continues to coo, letting her voice turn into a repeating lull to calm the girl and set her back into more peaceful dreams.
It was something she had done before, several times. The last time had been the worst though. At least now she still had hope that she could save Rosie from her worst nightmares. She would have to talk to Alex some, perhaps they could find someway to reverse the effect that event had on the girl. Hope still lived for Rosie.
The last time she had soothed a crying child to sleep, there was no hope and he never woke up.
She snuggled close to Rosie and thought of Toby. Perhaps some of the love she felt for the child seeped over to Rosie and helped calm her down even more. For she truely had loved him. She conjured up his face. Slightly chubby with wire glasses over his blue eyes, the glasses magnified the pale freckles that danced over his cheeks. His hair had been a light blonde with the slightest hint of red and fell in haphazard splashes over his ears. Little Toby.
Little Jack Horner... sat in his corner... eating his curds and whey... along came a piggy... who sat down beside him... and huffed and puffed and blew poor little Boy Blue away...
She thought to herself in a light sing songy voice, the last things she had said to Toby, and he had smiled slightly before his eyes went out. If the thought finds its way to Rosie it isn't intentional, but it isn't stopped either. This experience has in a way linked Rosie to the memory of Toby for her. Which is a good thing for Rosie...
Posted on 2009-09-24 at 00:39:26.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: dun dun dun
^ A dust bunny with a dictionary!
> A kitty with an urban dictionary...
V A frisbee with a thesaurus.
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 20:03:05.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: ?
^ Wonders what ten - twenty is really like...
> I swear officer, I was just -holding- the coke for my friend here...
V Just wants to get frisked...
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 19:29:47.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Ewwwy!!
Slug!
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 19:09:02.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: hehe
^ aka 'Tickle Me Elmo'
> Prefers her liquor sweet... apple martini anyone?
V Prefers poisoned apples...
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 18:58:44.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: blah... jobs...
Dredgery...
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 18:54:24.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: The Coaxing Continues...
Smoke sat up at that and peered down the bed and at the sleeping girls face. Watching how her eyes rolled under the lids while she slept and her face twitched slightly as the memories washed over her.
She padded up toward the head of the bed and settled near her chest, finding a hand and giving it a rough lick once.
Alright Rosie,. Shhh, you are asleep, at Alex's house. No clocks, you are safe. Alex and I will make sure of that. Safe Rosie,
The kitty offers soothingly, not wanting to push her too far. And yet, she wanted to know more, desperately wanted to know more. Things like this were not that familiar to the bast, aged as she was curses and taints, were not her area of expertise. But protecting the Gifted was, and while the girl didn't know it yet, she had some gift.
Almost protectively Smoke stretches out and lays her front paws over Rosie's arm and goes on.
Safe remember? So tell me, was there an accident? Did Alice die? Is that what happened love?
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 14:15:18.
Edited on 2016-09-30 at 09:11:26 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: :)
You know... tis almost a shame that Smoke is busy fiddling around in Rosie's dream and is going to miss what is going on downstairs. She might have actually been proud of Alex for once
I'll try to get something up tomorrow.
Love you all!!
M.
Posted on 2009-09-23 at 01:30:57.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: The Inn's and Out's
Eve’s hand rested on one of the boards closing a window and turned. Her eyes narrowed into dark grey slits as she watched the little blonde girl just open the front door, and then heard the raspy voice of the Indian man beside her making his terrible puns.
Her eyes turn to give him a glare but he’s gone, already prowling inside the brightly lit inn.
The night was not going well for Eve. Grimacing at her luck she steps in behind the others. The bright light washing over her, making her red locks glare. As she did this she catches what the woman who appeared in the entry way says. It rings in her ears.
Is… it over?
Eve considers and knows somewhere deep down in her gut that it isn’t over. It certainly isn’t over for her, but she feels it isn’t over for them either. Something very strange is at hand here. This is the first time Eve has taken a moment to really consider it, consider it above considering her own flight to Mexico. But ever since the train stopped things had been going very oddly.
She is busy considering all the strange events and wondering what they could mean, when she realizes that the woman has asked another question, one much easier to answer but one which Eve has missed.
But the woman is looking at them as if expecting some answer. Eve hurries to try and figure it out then shrugs and decides that the woman most likely asked what they needed. What Eve needed was to get out of this place… to get back on track toward Mexico.
“We had an issue with our train… I could use a place to sleep for the night, and…” She glances down at the leg she still has tied up with Mr. Bubble, “a first aid kit if you have one. Just some bandages would be fine. It sounds like you have a busy house already… and to be honest this is an unscheduled stop and my funding is a bit low, so wherever you have room is fine.”
Posted on 2009-09-22 at 19:38:18.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Curiosity Killed the Cat...
Smoke listened and caught some of the images that floated through Rosie's sleep. There did not seem to be anything threatening about a young blonde girl helping to serve coffee in her parent's hotel. Yet something was going on here, something that bothered Rosie.
She wanted to know more. It was a bit dangerous, and if Alex had any idea, he would probably ask her to stop there, but she just had to know more about this "Alice". So she continued on, but dropping her voice to a low whisper and smoothing out further. Tip-toeing closer to the issue at hand and ready to pull back if things started to get too unstable.
I don't know Alice, tell me more about her, about the two of you?
Posted on 2009-09-22 at 17:50:44.
Edited on 2016-09-29 at 22:57:32 by Merideth
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Topic: I'm here ...again!
Subject: Welcome Welcome!
Always good to have new/old faces pop up... keep checking out those yellow dotted threads and hope to see you around
M.
Posted on 2009-09-22 at 12:47:23.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Sleepy
So how stable is she with the dream memory? Is this something that Smoke would feel okay pushing for more information or is it starting to cause the poor girl to ripple somehow that Smoke could sense and feel better pulling back for now?
Posted on 2009-09-22 at 02:35:31.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Talking in your sleep...
Rose... The kitty called softly. She had done this before. Humans could sometimes be spoken to while they slept. It took some work though, getting to excited would often make them wake up. But when it worked it could be very entertaining, and useful. Smoke had learned that human's were more likely to divulge information when in this state. Whether that information was something secret or just painful.
Rose, it is okay. We know each other. It's Smoke. Shhh... don't get up love. Keep sleeping. You need to sleep. I was just worried about you. Is everything okay Rose?
She snuggles up close to the girl while she tries to talk to her in this state. Alex might actually be surprised at the tone too. She is sweet and soothing, compared to the usually sarcastic tone she takes with him. But Smoke knows what Alex can take, this girl... she isn't so sure of that and decides that a soft soothing approach is much safer. Wouldn't want Rose to flip out midsleep and bring down the whole building with an overload of essence.
Posted on 2009-09-22 at 00:39:40.
Edited on 2016-09-30 at 09:09:38 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: ooohhhhhhooooo
Yep Eol is right, this is just writing itself isn't it?
I like the kitty messing with the poor girls dreams.
M.
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 20:26:30.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Well well!
Busy posters we are.
If Alex or Penelope need to have any further discussions with the fluff ball I can always go back and edit... otherwise we shall let the ball continue to roll forward with this plot!
M.
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 19:34:15.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Vampires... kitty cats... and Sirens! Oh my!
Lucius!? And her tail started to wag happily.
Oh! I simply adore him. The homeless woman , pause, Can't say I know who that is, but if she is a seer, yes perhaps she could help. I don't know if it is going to be as bad as the old days were, but, something terrible is underfoot, I can feel that much in my spine. Especially if they have their eyes on something like you.
She stops there though as Alex comes into the room with the coffee. Her kitty nose can sniff out the scotch that drifts under the coffee smell.
Feeling better Alex love? she coos to him knowingly, and snickers a bit at the quick glare he sends her. Where is Rosie?
Poor girl is tired and nervous about something, she's going upstairs for a nap
The guest bedroom I hope, keep your bed open for this hot little number that Lucius sent your way. But wait till later for that, listen to her first, I think your right, she is in trouble, but she's smart, listen to what she has to say and figure out what to do, -then- go about imagining whatever you'd like about her. I'll leave you two alone for a bit and go check on the kid. She offers to Alex.
To Penelope she purrs again Well love, be patient but honest with him. He will help you, I'm sure of that, I'm going to go take a nap with the girl though. Not all creatures are naturally as beautiful as you, the rest of us need our beauty sleep, she jokes with a soft kitty purr laugh before righting herself, rubbing her head against Penelope's hand in thanks.
She then pads off, taking a moment to twine around Alex's legs, her tail straying a bit longer on his calf.
Enjoy your coffee you two, she sends to both of them and then disappears up the stairs.
She finds Rosie inspecting the guest bedroom, making sure that Alex didn't lie about there being no clocks there. Smoke knows there aren't any and so settles onto the bed, kneading a spot at the foot before curling up there and waiting for Rosie to join her.
Posted on 2009-09-21 at 19:33:04.
Edited on 2016-09-30 at 09:09:15 by Eol Fefalas
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