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 Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 10:41 am
Murren's farmhouse came with Barefoot Farms. It's an old, slightly creepy house that looks nearly falling down on the outside, but has been renovated to a cozy living space inside. Set on the farm, a short walking distance from the barns and fields, the house still manages to maintain a sort of rustic charm--despite that it looks as if it's probably haunted. As of now, Murren lives there alone but, well, it's not like she's opposed to taking in a few housemates if people are willing to pay rent. There are four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen with a separate dining room, a family room, den and small office/study. There is also a full cellar, small attic, mud room, and a winding stair that leads to the cupola. It looks much bigger on the outside than it really is, as the interior rooms are fairly small.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 11:52 pm
 She almost gasped in horror as she came to the quaint farmhouse of her next follower. Chrysanthemum stilled the restless snowy owls outside the home, setting a hand to her face as she fluttered inside and winced. It was like entering the home of those generic, dull, and disgustingly content farmers from those years ago. Certainly, they were enjoyable due to their appreciation of the crops they obtained, but.. but it didn't change they were so poor! Chrysanthemum couldn't have gotten someone like that, not when they were more suited for that dunce Lily or freakish Carnation! She wrinkled her nose as she sought out the bedroom of Murren, feeling cramped even if the small room certainly was many times her size considering she was only 5.2 inches tall, but.. but still! She shook her head at the sleeping blonde and sighed – well. She dove into her pocket and dropped the change she found there – nickels, dimes, and quarters that expanded instantly as they clattered to the floor into a more normal size. Perhaps the girl would appreciate the tip and find a way to really profit from the land to earn more like them. Who knows? Chrysanthemum left to her sleigh to continue on with her list, feeling more than a little exhausted by the disappointments.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 11:23 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 5:49 pm
After a long, long pause, the door to Murren's house flew open, revealing a tiny woman wrapped in an enormous yellow towel, with another towel draped over her head. She squinted out at the person on her porch with one eye, rubbing at the other with the end of the towel on her head. "Wot der yer wan'?" she asked, wondering who in the hell this bloke was. "Ah got soap in mah eye tryin' ter get out o' th' shower an' get ter th' door so this'd better be good." She finally managed to rub the stinging soap out of her eye and gave the fellow outside a long, hard look. He was sort of familiar in a 'I must've met 'im while drunk' sort of way.
"Oh! Righ' yer Dodge, aren' yer?" she asked. "Sorry 'bout mah appear'nce. Spen' th' afternoon muckin' out th' barn an' Ah smelled righ' terrible. 'Ad ter shower fer nearly an hour ter get th' smell out. Wot can Ah do fer yer?"When she'd heard the knock at the door while in the shower, she'd sort of assumed it was some emergency--hence showing up in a towel. By the time she got to the end of her speech, she'd pretty much forgotten that she was standing there in a towel in the first place. She just stood there expectantly, waiting for Dodge to explain himself.
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Posted: Fri Jan 31, 2014 9:21 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 7:55 pm
Murren listened to Dodge, not quite sure she followed him. He wanted her to be his best man? Even though she was a woman? That was strange, wasn't it? Call her old fashioned, but she thought the best man should be, well, a man. Then again, he did look kind of stressed out and he'd said he didn't know anyone else. And she wasn't one to turn out someone who needed help, even if the situation was a little weird.
"Well, do Ah 'ave ter wear a suit?" she asked, absently drying her hair. "Or can Ah wear a dress?"She didn't know if they'd really talked enough for it to be considered 'much' but still... "Och, well, Ah guess et doesn' matter. If'n yer need me ter be there, Ah'll be there. When is et?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 4:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 12:50 pm
"Tomorrow?" Murren asked, a little surprised about the short notice. Wow. He really left things to the last minute didn't he? "Well, Ah guess et's okay. Ah don' 'ave other plans or anythin'. Wot toime should Ah be there?" She had no idea what she'd wear but she had the rest of the afternoon to pick something out or go buy something. Still, best men usually wore tuxedos so maybe she should go with something black? Then again, Dodge said he wasn't going to wear a suit so maybe she should just wear her farm clothes or something. It would be kind of awkward to be the only one at all dressed up. Huh. Well, she'd have to give it some thought before she decided. At any rate, Dodge was still standing there all sheepish and normally she would invite him in but she was in a towel an--Holy hell she was standing there in a towel! ACK! "Ah, roight! Ah totally fergot Ah woz standin' 'ere 'alf undressed!" she said a little frantically. " Ah should...uh...go get some clothes on! Ah'll definitely be there tomorrow!" she told him, half cowering behind her hat stand. "Wot toime again?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 5:57 pm
[Exit Dodge]
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