|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:36 pm
*raises an eyebrow* now I know I'm not drunk enough.......*turns to maggie holding out the bottle* would you like some? *he says, eyebrow still raised*
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:38 pm
*just shakes her head at Cross's offer, gaping at Cora as she lifts both Bard and the chair* I . . you . . . . oh, good heavens!
*Cora's question jolts her out of her state of shock, and she approaches to get a better look at the key, studying the shape of the numbers and letters on it* It . . . . should match the door . .
|
|
|
|
|
|
WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:41 pm
*stats to follow but disapears after a few steps*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:44 pm
:::notices Maggie's shock. Cora explains as quitely and simply as she can:::
Do not be alarmed Maggie. This is normal, and expected of me in my time. I am not a monster, I promise it.
::::She paused a moment to look at the key...:::
Perhaps, if you could lead me in the general direction, the hallways are numbered differently than how they are in my world.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
|
Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:47 pm
I dinna think ye a monster, I simply . . . am amazed.
*takes the key, and leads her down the hallway, glancing back every few steps*
*Exit to Guestrooms 11*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 9:26 pm
*walks quickly back in, making a beeline for her sewing, and sitting down to resume it, her eyes fixed on her hands*
|
|
|
|
|
|
WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 9:28 pm
:::Cora comes in after her a moment later...seeing her veminantly working on her earlier project...as though it was suddenly in need of finishing...her behavior was indeed strange:::
::she got closer:::
Maggie...is everything nominal? You are acting peculiar.
:::Cora had no idea...nothing clicked:::
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 9:32 pm
*shakes her head* I'm fine, truly. *quickly seeks out a new subject* Tell me, what sort of things do ye do in yer world, as an officer?
|
|
|
|
|
|
WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 9:36 pm
I uh...detect strange behavior to deduce when something is not correct...
:::Maggie had not even looked up from her work, Cora just left it at that to see if Maggie got the picture:::
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 9:37 pm
Not correct? How do ye mean?
|
|
|
|
|
|
WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 9:40 pm
:::Cora went over to Maggie and lifted her chin with her thumb, putting her face very close to hers Well, this usually gets my attention:::
Please tell me why you are acting so oddly :::Cora began to appear concerned:::
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 9:49 pm
*blinks, surprised to suddenly find Cora's face right in front of her own*
*a series of emotions flit across her face, but then she just smiles, reaching up to take Cora's hand and gently pull it away from her chin* Cora, please believe me when I tell ye I'm alright.
*gives her hand a reassuring sort of squeeze as she rises to her feet, gathering up her sewing work into her free arm* I believe I may be a bit tired, though. Do excuse me. *releases her hand and walks back over to the key board, picking hers out* Goodnight, Cora . . . *offers her another smile, and then heads back down the hall to her own room*
|
|
|
|
|
|
WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2004 10:03 pm
uh...Goodnight.
:::Cora watched while Maggie disappeared back into the hallway...when she was gone, Cora flopped down in the chair Maggie was in a moment before:::
What was that?!
:::Cora felt confused again...but that was beginning to be a trend at the Brink of Time for her...but she looked up and sighed. One must ask questions before they recieve the answers:::
:::She would think about it for a while, trying to make sense, before she too got up, and walked to her room:::
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 2:04 am
*Johannes Van der Mullen flickers in sitting at one of the tables. He is engrossed in reading a lengthy letter. He finishes a page and starts in on the next. As he reads, he gropes for his coffee on the table--coffee that is no longer there. Perturbed, he looks up from his letter and discovers he is again in the Brink--although thankfully, the shrewish strumpet is nowhere to be found.
He sets the letter down, rubs his tired eyes, and mutters* It's just the stress....
*he picks up the letter and continues to read*
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2004 2:33 am
::Nyx shuffled into the main area from the rooms, her hair ruffled up and her feet clad in black socks covered with pale pink polkadots. She looked as if she'd just gotten out of bed. Sleepily, she made her way over to the bar, plopping down on a stool and resting her head on the bartop with a sigh.::
Bad Nyx. Baaad...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
