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 Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 7:54 pm
*bard slumps into a chair, exhausted*
I've been well, thank you. And yourselves?
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 7:59 pm
*simply nods her thanks to Cora, clearly not eager to pursue the subject any further at the moment*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:00 pm
I'm alright. *lifts her head from her work to study Bard's face* Ye look a bit tired. Have ye been very busy, then?
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:04 pm
*nods to bard* I do alright if I say so me'self.... *he says attempting to pry the cork out with his stiletto..*
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:05 pm
*bard puts his head down on the table, and in a moment he's fast asleep*
((and so am I. Good night kids. Be nice to sleeping Bard))
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:07 pm
*looks up from her sewing again to see that Bard has nodded off, and can't help but laugh a little* Heavens, I daresay he was more than just a bit tired, after all.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:10 pm
Oh...dear, he must be very tired... Shall I carry him back to his room to sleep? :::Cora looked to Maggie:::
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:11 pm
*looks to Cora in surprise* Ye're strong enough te lift him?
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:13 pm
:::Cora giggled, forgetting her strength was odd:::
Uh...hehe, yes I can, quite without trouble. The law enforcement officers of my time are alloted much more strength than the civilians.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:16 pm
*raises an eyebrow at bard and suddenly wishes he hand some clotted creme and a feather. he manages to pry the cork out and takes a long drink of the rose flavourd/scented wine...... very mellow indeed*
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:20 pm
*blinks, not quite sure what to make of the concept* Gracious . . . well . . . *thinks for a moment* I dinna wish te wake him, for he surely needs the rest te have fallen asleep so suddenly . . . but I daresay he would be more comfortable in his own bed here.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:25 pm
*staggers over*... well.. maybe if she and I take an end o' him each we can gently carry him with him none the wiser..... worked for me ol first mate after all.. *he sts the bottle on the table*
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:28 pm
*glances from Cross, to the wine, and back again, skeptically* Just how much have ye had te drink, now . . .?
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:31 pm
not nearly enough, but I'm offerin' anyway. *he crosses his arms and looks at her with his 1 green eye*
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:32 pm
:::She looks at Cross, smiling:::
Thank you for your offer, but it is unnecessary, I assure you.
:::She slowly pulls the chair Bard has slumped into away from the table, simultaniously pushing back his shoulders gently so that he is errect in the chair. Then in a very controlled, and slow motion, she picks up the whole chair, with Bard in it, tilting it so that he stays upright:::
:::She moves quite lightly as a feather over to the key wrack, and begins to hold the chair with one hand...only to put a finger to her chin examining the keys. A moment later she picks out the key that says his name (they are written in her language, to her at least):::
Does anyone know which room is his? :::she whispered:::
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