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 Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 12:50 pm
"Wands? What!? As in....magic wands?" Sneasel felt a little confused. She felt like another coffee. Or something. Maybe one would appear for her. She looked at her hand hopefully.
"Damn."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 12:52 pm
Blossom points her wand to the spot in front of Sneasel and a cup of coffee appears. She then (in one motion) begins trying to gnaw on the stick.
"mmmm fiber-licious! This wand tastes really good, Jiko!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 12:52 pm
Jiko poked her in the eye. "Garr. That's not fair. Not at all."
(Now I can't boss you about..)
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 12:57 pm
Sneasel grinned. "Ooh magical." She took a mouthful, it wansn't as nice as the last one, but she drank it all anyway. "Thanks, Blossom. Again."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 12:58 pm
"Sneasel! You're not meant to encourage her.."
He sighed. Le sigh.
"Whatever. Just remember that you're not getting any lessons. None at all."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:02 pm
Blossom stopped gnawing on her wand as soon as she heard the word "lessons" come from Jiko's mouth. She liked learning and was always very curious to know new bits of information. She didn't want to annoy her boss anymore, so she left her wand on the table (so it wouldn't get dirty) and went back to the bar to scrub it clean so it would be ready for the next day's guests.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:05 pm
Sneasel laughed, she'd never see nthe bar look as clean. "You're doing a good job, Blossom."
She drummed her fingers on the bar. She was bored. And energetic. And bored.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:10 pm
Jiko rolled his eyes. "I'm not annoyed, Blossom. Just interested to see what you can do. Now, we need to explain to you how this operation works. Sneasel, if you would.."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:17 pm
Sneasel stood up and cleared her throat.
"Right Blossom, stop cleaning for a minute." She walked over to stand next to her. "This bar doesn't really need cleaned, does it? I mean, we don't mind if it's a bit dirty. And the guests...well, they don't matter." She laughed, "you see...this inn is kind of different from the others. We like to be different. The guests don't matter, it doesn't matter how they feel." She paused. "Well...actually, I suppose you could say that they do matter, in a way." She paused again, to think. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, as long as the guests are miserable-we're happy."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:19 pm
"So it doesn't matter if I don't get everything for all the guests as soon as they ask for it?" She throws down the cleaning rag "Super, cause I hate cleaning anyway!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:21 pm
"Uhh.. no. Our aim is to make the guest's stay a miserable one.. Catch our drift?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:23 pm
The young kitsune with the fiery hair was dragging a suitcase behind her, ears and tail limp. Samara pouted as she walked to the door, her hair and dress soggy from a slight drizzle of rain. She gathered up her courage and proceeded to walk through - or rather- proceeded to smack in to the door.
"Ow."
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:24 pm
"You know, they ask for sugar in their tea- you put salt in it. They ask for salt on their chips- you put sugar on them. Get it?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:25 pm
"Oooh! I got it now! Thank you for the clarification!" she smiled and sat in the middle of the floor.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 1:33 pm
"Wait a second, I think there's someone at reception." Sneasel ran over and sat in the chair. She smiled at the person at the other side of the desk. She looked cold, and wet. Heheheh. "Hey, can I get you a room for the night? Two nights? A week? A month?"
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