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 Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:42 pm
confused I hope that was a compliment.
*peruses the drinks*
Would you prefer something sweet and soothing or hot and spiced?
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:44 pm
*Laughs lightly and shakes her head.* Piper, you are hopeless.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:47 pm
*trails after Snow at a distance, certain there must be more treasure in such an opulent-- for humans anyway-- mansion*
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:48 pm
Oh.. this door is open a crack. Should I? Oh hell, why not?
::Snow bends down and peers through crack left by the partially closed door::
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:48 pm
I would like, first of all, for you to please let go of my arm. You're crushing me.
Secondly, you seem like a very earnest guy, so I'll level with you. This is the 21st century. We don't have vomitoriums, we don't make steel by having children piss on it, and if we're trying to impress someone we're interested in, we take things a little slower than stripping nude and inviting them to hop on.
::looks at Achilles to see if any of this is sinking in::
Getting me a drink is a start. A nice. Start. But otherwise? You're coming on sort of strong, fella. Godly is great. But my last boyfriend was an architect. You're overwhelming in EVERY sense of the word.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:49 pm
They need some music...so we can dance...
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:51 pm
*releases his grip on Hartley and stands there, staring at him momentarily*
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I hope you can understand, that for me, this was me holding back. Read the Illiad. But if I have offended, it was not my intention.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:53 pm
*fashions a pair of orange light binoculars to get a better look at what is behind the door*
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:54 pm
::Snow nudges the door open with her foot::
Oh, look at that. It's open...
:Snow slips inside::
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:59 pm
::Snow grasps in the dark::
What.. is this room? It's cold in here.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 7:00 pm
I understand, I do, honest. And I have to admit...I am interested. And flattered. But...things are just a little different here.
You may, for example, note that everyone else here is dressed. In clothing. Formal clothing.
At a party like this, with someone you've just met, you may want to start by asking them to dance. ON THE DANCE FLOOR.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 7:01 pm
::Snow trips over something and falls::
CURSES!
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 7:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 7:03 pm
*an eerie orange glow illuminates the room from beyond the doorway*
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 7:05 pm
::Snow gets to her feet and turns to follow the strange orange light::
What in the world?
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