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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 7:48 pm
When she became aware of her surroundings she carefully folded the note into quarters and slipped it into one of her back pockets. She stood and looked around, but nobody was there that she could see. She took a couple steps back and glanced under the tables. Clearly she was alone in the bar.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 8:20 pm
Luana slipped the pen behind her ear, and then headed to the library.
**Exit Luana to Library, 50**
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 9:14 pm
**Enter Luana from Library 50**
Luana walked through the bar with her armload of books, only stopping long enough to grab a Pepsi.
**Exit Luana to Guest Rooms**
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 8:00 pm
*Mystina fades into the Brink, sitting on the edge of a table and looks around. She hops down and walks behind the bar and fixes herself a cup of water*
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 9:33 pm
*Mystina walked back over to a table and sat down, she finished her water and then faded back out*
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 6:53 pm
Fading in with her arms wide open, Janani has a bright smile on her face, and her dress is far different than normal. It looks festive and bright. She even seems to have a few more stuffed animals attached to her person. Her everpresent Cat Plushie, however, seems to be hovering just in front of her, between her arms. Eyes still closed, WhiteRose falls to the floor with a barely audible *thud*. Eyes fluttering open, Janani looks down to the ground where her symbol landed. Blinking, she finally takes a look around to discover that she's back within the confines of the Brink.
Huh... What a strange place... I always seem to get pulled in when I'm trying to train...
Shrugging, Janani walks over to the bar, eyes wandering...exploring to see if anyone else happens to be here. She always seem to be alone when brought to this place...
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 4:53 pm
**Enter Melliandra**
*Mell flickers in, sword drawn, crouched low as she reaches out a hand to examine something near her feet* --must have come this way.... *she sits back on her heels then, and chuckles* Well, perhaps not this way.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 4:58 pm
**Enter Luana**
Luana walked out from the guest rooms after what seemed to be countless hours of working. She could feel the pain like little lightning strikes in her head. She was headed for the rec room, her pocket knife in hand, when she spotted Melliandra. She was reluctant to put her goal aside, but it was someone she had never met before.
On second look she realized Melliandra was armed.
"Ah, hello there."
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 5:03 pm
*Melli rises to her feet in one smooth motion* Why hello, darling. *she lets her sword arm hang loosely at her side, drawing the tip of the blade in an idle circle along the ground near her feet* And who might you be?
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 5:09 pm
"I'm Luana. Luana McColn." She took a few steps closer. "And you, miss?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 5:14 pm
*Mell sweeps her cloak back off her arms to offer a bow, smirking* Melliandra, if you were to go by the key on the wall.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 5:17 pm
Lu offered a hand. "Nice to meet you, Melliandra."
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 5:24 pm
[A whirring noise comes from the small metal sphere next to the bar]
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 5:27 pm
*Mell takes her hand in a firm grim* Ah yes, a delight, of course. *But then, instead of releasing Luana's hand, she flips it over to examine her nails* Curious. Fashion statement of the future?
*and then she tilts her head slightly as she hears something whirring*
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 5:29 pm
Luana heard the noise and glanced over to see what it was. "No, not exactly. All ten will look like that when they're finished."
She spotted X12. "What is that?"
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