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 Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 10:42 pm
Alright, so we're RPing. XD We have no idea where in the time/plot scheme it goes. We're just RPing.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 10:59 pm
Baptiste opens up the door to Mossy Charm and gestures for Tamlin to step inside. "Welcome to my humble home," he says with a soft smile. He keeps a tidyish house. The floor is clear, but apart from that there isn't an inch of space not occupied. The walls are covered with tapestries and the occasional portrait. The two windows are draped with olive-green fabric. There is a bed at the far end, wide enough to comfortably fit two, if they're cosy, and even it is covered with things. The trunk against one wall is appears to be used often, so it hasn't been plagued with clutter. A small table that will collapse and hang against the wagon's wall is propped up and piled with clothing. He hadn't the time to fold them the last time he'd done the wash.
Baptiste winces. "I'm sorry for the mess," he apologizes. "Perhaps now that there's a woman here I'll be more conscious of things."
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 11:29 pm
Tamlin stepped inside and noticed immediately the clutter, it was not bad, but her mother had always been strict about mess and some things are residual. however, she prided herself on being tolerant, and because of her mother's nagging she was often apt to make a mess just to prove she could.
"It's lovely, a bit messy yes, but it has quite a warm feeling of love and well use." tamlin indicated a particularly large pile.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 11:34 pm
"Heh."
Baptiste makes short work, and hurriedly, of said pile of....stuff. It's a mishmash, really. Unused candles, clothing, teacups, bits and bridles...
"I'll work on it," vows Baptiste. "Have a seat. You can sit, er, wherever it is you feel like. Or can find space." He himself sits on his bed and draws his legs up, sitting Indian-style.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 11:58 pm
Tamlin walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge briefly. it was a comfrtable bed, but she didn't like being idle so she knelt down on the floor near the pile of clothes and began folding them absent mindedly.
"so, your family. did you leave your parents to travel? any siblings? how long have you been on your own?" She had a mind to know more about her travelign companion before she shared a home and a... she looked around for another sleeping area, there was none...and a bed with him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:12 am
"Siblings," says Baptiste with a soft chuckle. "Yes, I've several siblings. My older brother's Geoff, and then I have twin sisters named Nettie and Nora, then Lennor and Tem. Tem'd be just old enough for his own wagon now," he says. "Yes, I left my family to travel. I decided after two years of traveling with my family that, though I love them dearly, I'd never make a life of my own with them. So I left, and joined a mercantile caravan. I stayed with them for a long while, until the caravan head died. He was an honorable man."
Baptiste pauses out of respect before continuing. "I'll likely return to my family once I've settled down. Seen the sights, found a woman willing to tolerate me enough to be my wife," here he grins, and for a moment looks like a young boy instead of a grown man, "and have experienced enough of the world enough to return."
He watches her for a moment. Folding his clothes. He knows he should be embarassed, since there are a few private garments in that pile, but oddly enough he feels a bit of a pull on his heartstrings. Shaking it loose, he speaks again. "What about you?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:23 am
Tamlin let out a hearty laugh his boyish grin was truely endearing and frustrating at the same time "well, you having to have your clothes folded by a woman might need to wait a bit longer to find some tolerating woman to wive you" Tamline threw a shirt at him teasingly and continued her folding in silence for a bit. then in a warmer tone spoke
"it sounds as though you have a grand family, mine is similar as is my reason for leaving. i have an elder brother and a younger, as well as a younger sister. all the children leave the wagon for a bit and travel their own becoming adults before returning. some return home to Ireland and live at the permanent camp, other like my father travel on their own with their family, and some continue on their own or join other caravans. i havent decided yet, except i wont return to live in Ireland, traveling is my life."
She finished rolling the last of the socks and aimed it at his head to follow the shirt. "there" she said emphatically "done. Now where do these go?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:40 am
Baptiste catches the shirt before it hits him in the face. He laughs and holds it up. "This is my favorite shirt, I'll have you know," he says in a mock reprimand. He folds it and puts it aside.
"I can't imagine never returning home. I miss my family always."
Baptiste doesn't anticipate the socks and they catch him upside the head. "Hey!" he exclaims. He shoots her a good-humored dark look before opening the chest. "They go in here, and thank you for folding them--you didn't have to do that." He tosses the socks in and the shirt he'd folded.
He looks around now and winces. Where would she sleep? "Er...you can take the bed if you like. I'm more than happy to sleep under the stars. Or on the floor if the weather's unkind." He grins charmingly. "My mares'll be warmth enough."
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:52 am
After depositing the clothes where he had shown her she sat down on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a bit.
"no, that wont do at all, I can't kick you out of your own wagon. but as you say, one bed is a bit problematic. Now that i wont have to save to buy a wagon i will use the money i have to buy sleepware adn i can sleep with it on the floor."
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 12:59 am
"Whatever you like," he agrees. He really isn't hard to win over.
"If you'd like to get your things from wherever it is they are, I'll continue cleaning up and making space." He shrugs. What is with him? He's normally so smooth around ladies. Perhaps it's because he doesn't want to make Tamlin feel awkward. Which is making him awkward.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 1:20 am
with a grin Tamlin walked over to the door "you sure you wont need help with cleaning?" she teased him and she jumped out and called to Brid, who promptly walked over.
"good girl" Tamlin stroked her mane while she opened her packs and took out her few belongings and returned to the wagon, poked her head in and observed Baptiste busily depositing items in boxes and drawers.
"where should i put my things? i dont have much, just my instruments and some clothes."
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 1:26 am
"Ah, instruments," says Baptiste in a revered tone. He opens a smaller chest. "Lined with velvet so they have a smooth ride in my bumpy wagon," he explains. "You can put your instruments in here." Already occupying the chest are a fiddle, a set of zils, and a tamborine. He has a set of small hand drums, but they're sitting on the floor next to the trunk--too big to fit, and hardy enough to withstand the jostling of the wagon.
"The clothes you can put...." He lets the sentence hang as he looks for somewhere she can put her clothes. "Aha!" He spots a basket that usually occupies his dirty clothes. He dumps them into a canvas bag and offers the basket to her. "The bag I'll keep outside on the porch. The canvas will protect them from the damp."
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 9:57 pm
"thank you" Tamlin took the basket from him and set it on the ground. before placing her clothes inside she decided they could air out a bit so seh set them along side the basket and took them one by one inspect for any signs of wear.
Her performance clothes. rich flowing skirts of red yellow and orange and a belt with bells and other bits of shiny acoutraments. the top was very simple in comparison, a red blouse with a gauze corset. a scarff also of the red gauze material with more bells and shiny object can next and in it were wrapped various braclets, anklets and necklaces of gold coloring.
All were still in good condition as she carefully inspected them and so she placed them into the basket carefully re-folded.
Tamlin then walked over to the chest and looked inside. His instruments were very fine and well cared for she noted quite pleased. she set hers flute along side the zils and tamborine.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 10:21 pm
Baptiste watches as she does this, eyes blinking at such bright costumes. "Your performance clothes are as sure to draw attention as your music," he says softly. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
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