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 Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 8:28 pm
Weston, having just gotten cleaned up, proceeds to raid the Basement's rum supply. He wonders briefly if Kiji...ah, Saint Kiji now, would like some. With a "what the hell" shrug, he grabs another flask and heads up to the Watcher-General's office.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 12:52 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 2:15 am
Kiji's office smells...a bit like alcohol at the moment. The Watcher-General doesn't appear to be in her office, but there's a half-empty bottle of Southern Comfort sitting in the middle of the desk.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 4:34 pm
Moryera jumps half a mile. AAH! Mr. Inq---er, Mr. Gendou, you scared me! ...er, looking for you...Mr. West sent me to find you, but I came back here...and judging by the suspicious half-empty liquor bottles, both he and Miss St. Kiji are slightly inebriated at the moment...you might have to wait. Unless you have a large bucket of icewater I could toss on them.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 6:32 am
Ah! Gendou! Just the man I was looking for. A member of the Church has begun spouting heresy and walking through walls. I've been trying to bring her to justice, but I'm much better at slaying than apprehending. And...uh... Weston looks around bashfully. I'm no good with the supernatural. She made the pie float, man. That's just creeping me out. Hence... He waves one of the bottles of rum.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 11:43 am
*makes an appearence- Templar-style.*
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 3:33 pm
Josheph? By now, Weston is slightly inebriated. What're you doing down here? And would you like to join us? He offers Joseph a bottle of rum.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2004 3:36 pm
Westonian Josheph? By now, Weston is slightly inebriated. What're you doing down here? And would you like to join us? He offers Joseph a bottle of rum. I prefer a good white wine, thanks.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2004 11:28 am
Byaggha carefully treads down the stairs, dodging drunken Society members and empty bottles. She makes it to the bottom of the stairs, and leans on her Staff of the Angels as she looks around.
Where to begin...
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2004 1:55 pm
Katane quietly walks down the stairs, shaking her head in slight disgust of the drunkeness. Ignoring the others, she starts tidying up the place. Something told her that interesting events were on the verge of occuring, and she decided they might as well happen in a clean basement.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2004 2:37 pm
Wine?! Weston hesitates for a moment, considering. Well, yeah, a crisp white is good once in a while, but the Societas' budget only allows for rum. Good for more'n drinking, if you know what I mean. He claps a hand on Joseph's shoulder as a sinister grin crosses his face.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2004 2:48 pm
Byaggha begins to root through the bottles, sorting them according to colour so the Society can recycle them with ease. This may take a tremendously long time...
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2004 4:29 pm
Byaggha Byaggha begins to root through the bottles, sorting them according to colour so the Society can recycle them with ease. This may take a tremendously long time...
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2004 8:12 pm
Whuh? Weston stares blankly as Katane relieves him of his drink, pours the contents down the drain, and sorts it for recycling. He doesn't actually realize what's happened for several seconds, at which point he wails with terror.
NOooooooooooo!
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 11:38 pm
Moryera shyly peeks through the doorway, still having trouble wrapping her head around the concept that she's -allowed- to be down here now. Sticking out of one corner of her emo bag is a bottle of mail-order hangover pills, which are probably of dubious effectiveness.
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