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 Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:25 am
She shrugged her shoulders, which was a little difficult given how heavily padded and poofy her sleeves were. "I haven't thought about it." She answered simply and helped gather up the papers.
"My father has offered to take me travelling, teach me all that shape-shifting stuff, and that 'all knowing, ancient being' stuff'" She with another shrug, "But I'm much more.. homely than he was. I prefer staying in one place, in one form, and doing stuff I enjoy." Her tastes were varied and eclectic, so it was hard to put her career choice on one single path.
"Wow!" She said, pulling a face..
"By juggling jesters! What a good idea! I could get different coloured pens to jazz it up a bit!" She cried, excited by the prospect of writing like a normal monster
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:32 am
Ronan nodded. "I prefer stability myself. Mother could never understand that, apparently Selkie are supposed to indulge their wanderlust but I never much cared for the constant travel."
He smiled broadly at her enthusiasm.
"Yes, different colours would be a terrific way to highlight important sections and divide things up!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 1:31 pm
"I much prefer familiarity than new places. That's what we've got the skinternet for! I could be in Cryna or Japain with the click of a button!" She cackled.
Meme dug around in her bottomless purse and pulled out a new notebook. "Ah, I knew it was around here somewhere!" She said, shaking some loose glitter from the covers. "Might as well start afresh!" And so she began procrastinating, putting off work by ordering and glueing her old work into the new book, highlighting keywords and titles.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 1:39 pm
Ronan nodded. "I agree. It feels good to have solid ground beneath my feet. "
He watched her glue things, somewhat bemused as he started his Clawculus worksheet.
He tried to think of something more to say, but smalltalk obviously wasn't his forte so they sat in silence for quite some time with only the flipping of pages and the scribbling of pencil on paper for company.
The longer it went on, the more uncomfortable it became till finally he spoke.
"So... "
He began, unsure where he was even going with this sentence.
"You're not letting some boo... or ghoul.. " he hastily added on the offchance, never could tell with these monsters he'd decided. "take you to tombcoming?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 2:00 pm
Meme looked up suddenly, a little shocked as she was glueing and highlighting so intently that she had drifted off into her own world.
"Oh, it's not that I'm not letting them take me, per se," She slapped another piece of scribble covered paper into the book, "Well, Scabbie-May, my partner in chop, asked me to go.. But I think I'll just go on my own. I don't feel like committing to anything." She said nonchalantly, picking up a highlighter and colouring the entire page in bile-yellow.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 2:11 pm
He nodded.
"Seems reasonable. So many, ghouls particularly, seem to be investing far too much in this event. "
He paused in his calculations, suddenly concerned.
"Do you think Doriana has... expectations?"
What was he supposed to do here? Suddenly taking someone to the dance seemed like an awfully big responsibility.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 2:32 pm
"Because it's exciting I guess. A big dance, lots of dancing and music. It can be romantic in a way?"
Meme leaned forward with her elbows on the table and settled into the role of Scary Godmother.
"Of course she has expectations! I don't know the ghoul that well so I can't say how high exactly, but she's still a ghoul and this is a special night!"
Meme leaned closer to the Selkie
"She might want you to wait on her fang and claw, devote all your attention to her? Maybe she'll want a kiss by the end of the night? I don't know. My advice is to make her feel good, compliment the things about her that look good, make conversation about the things that interest her, talk about her work, get her a drink, dance with her and twirl her like she's a skincess."
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 2:40 pm
Ronan gulped, this was getting a little complicated now.
He tensed visibly as Meme leaned in close, his cheeks turning an ever so slightly deeper shade of purple.
"Oh... " His mind raced, this was an awful lot expected of him now. He was starting to wonder if he'd made the right choice in agreeing to this dance business. "I.. don't suppose I can back out now can I?" He already knew the answer, chewing his lip anxiously. An entire night of Doriana? Could either of them survive that?
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 2:51 pm
"Oh glob, don't pass out!" She cried "I didn't mean to terrify you!"
She fished a bottle of water out of her bag and handed it to the shaking boo.
"No, I don't think breaking it off would be a good idea. She'd get really upset.. It wasn't meant to sound that bad, I'm sorry. Who knows, she might ditch you as soon as you've made a grand entrance!" She said reassuringly.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 2:54 pm
He took the water thankfully and gulped down half the bottle in one breath.
"t.. thank you." He shook his head. "Maybe. It's just one night right? How bad could it be?"
Gulp, famous last words right there boo.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 3:15 pm
"You'll be fine.." She gave him a pat on the shoulder and began to pack her books away. She slid Ronan's notes across the table.
"Thanks for that, these have helped a lot! I'm going to head back to my room now, got to call my father and then pull a late shift at the maul!"
Meme smiled sympathetically, "Don't over think it. You'll have a panic attack!"
She hitched the bag over her shoulder and skipped down the halls to the ghoul's dorms.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 1:55 am
"thank you Meme."
He smiled softly, though he did still look worried.
"Goodnight, and thank you for the company. It was.. nice to have to have someone to talk to."
He packed his own things away and stood.
Don't overthink it? easier said than done.
He waved to his friend and made his way back up to his own dorm room.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 11:16 am
Ronan wasn't entirely certain he was technically allowed in the ghoul's side of the dorms, even by day, but thankfully he hadn't been questioned yet as he carefully sought out Meme's dorm room.
A container of steaming soup in one hand, he hesitantly knocked on the door and waited. Maybe she wouldn't want to be disturbed, maybe she was asleep and he'd just woken her.
He started to wonder if this was such a great idea after all.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 11:54 am
Meme sat up as she heard a knock on her dorm room door. Ascreama had.. kindly leant the ill clown a pile of beanbags and pillows so she'd be "extra comfy" but she struggled to fight her way out of the pile. Eventually, after much thrashing she croaked "One second!" and shuffled towards the door.
With all the effort she could muster, she pulled open the door. "Oh, hello Ronan!" She smiled despite her voice creaking. She shuffled out of the way to let him into the room and sat on a desk chair. Next to the desk stood a small waste bin filled with a mounded heap of multicolour snotty tissue paper, confetti and empty packets of herbal medicine tea. "Don't worry, it's not contagious." Meme explained when she saw Ronan cringe at the mess. "Unless you have a jester relative? Or perhaps trapeze artist in your blood?" She let out a dry laugh.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror hanging on the wall. Her face was a sickly cream colour and her nose looked more swollen and red than she thought possible.
"What's brought you round here?" She asked, pulling a hanky from out of her sleeve. She tried to put the hanky to her nose it was knotted to another piece of fabric in her sleeve. "Not again.." She muttered, pulling on the seemingly endless chain of hankies found the the space of her sleeve and a coil of them started growing at her feet.
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Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 12:08 pm
Ronan stared at her uneasily, jerkily holding out the pot of soup.
"I... brought you soup." That was an awful lot of handkerchiefs steadily piling up around her feet. He found himself almost entranced by the endless stream of brightly coloured fabric.
"I uh... Ascreama said you were unwell. " Which was clearly true, she looked terrible. "The Die-ner was out of chicken soup, so it's uh.. vegetable... something. I'm not quite sure. "
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