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Post by Geordie Brushtail on Nov 5, 2006 17:24:33 GMT
*Geordie stumps inside, burdened with his knapsack of spare clothes, a bodhran case, a halfmade set of pipes, and his various weapon paraphenalia.*
Roight Terri, *he calls* where do Ah bed doon for tha noights in this place?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Nov 5, 2006 18:29:57 GMT
*Terragon points at the last spare room left in the treehouse. We'll have to put name plates on the door to make sure we remember left and right, this room from that room and everything. Ashnel is more practical. He hands Geordie a pint-sized glass of some kind of ale.* Nice to see you haven't tripped up yet, Geordie. *He tells the other with a grin.* An' it's nice to have you here.
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on Nov 5, 2006 21:25:17 GMT
*Geordie nods to Ashnel, dumps his baggage in the empty room, and then turns to accept the glass from Ashnel.* Ach, Ah'm surproised that Ah didnae trip o'er meself on tha way here frae tha pub...
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Nov 6, 2006 14:46:02 GMT
*Ayeny opens the door from her room at the noise, and figures out where the others are without much difficulty.* I'm a little surprised, too, *she teases lightly.* Particularly if you'd taken any ale at the pub.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Nov 6, 2006 19:12:59 GMT
Fall over all you want here. *Ashnel advices after a long swig of his drink. Terragon nods as though to say "Be my guest, we need somebeast to laugh at. Ash' has run out of punchlines." Instead, out loud, the red squirrel murmurs.* And this is better than being stuck in the Whispering Willow?
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on Nov 6, 2006 21:28:49 GMT
*Geordie grins, downing a glass of ale.* Slainte. Aye, lass, i'tis....after all, Ah can aggravate ye twoice as easily naow....
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Nov 7, 2006 17:34:43 GMT
*Terragon considers this as she helps herself to a drink.* Fair enough. *The squirrel answers momentarily. Ashnel grins.* What kinda answer's that, Terri?! *The other attempts to think up some witty response and fails, settling for a more mundune reply of:* I'unno.
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Post by Robin Redflash on Nov 10, 2006 19:18:34 GMT
*Robin comes in from her room straightening her headband late as per normal. She grins widely as soon as she sees Geordie.* Hello Geordie good to see you're finally here. I was wondering when Terragon'd get round to asking you. *She walks over to the rest of the group still smiling.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Nov 10, 2006 21:05:34 GMT
And when did I ev'r say I'd ask him? *Terragon asks, perhaps mock severely, perhaps not.* It was a slip of the tongue. I believe it is called a "freudian slip." *Ashnel breaks the moment by punching the other lightly on the shoulder with a grin.* You're fibbing. *He tells her.* What if I am? *The red squirrel retorts, struggling to contain a grin of her own.*
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on Nov 12, 2006 17:56:17 GMT
*Geordie starts poking Terragon.* Ach, lass, ye kenn that ye wouldnae be able te survoive long without me aroond' te keep ye on yore toes, roight?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Nov 12, 2006 18:06:02 GMT
On the contrary - *Terragon answers, adopting Melamia's haughty tones so convincingly, that Ashnel winces.* - I'd survive rather longer without you two around. *The red squirrel grins, dropping back into her voice.* That scared you, didn't it, Ash'?!
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Nov 12, 2006 18:45:40 GMT
It scared me, too, *Ayeny murmurs dryly. Although she does not have any real sort of emnity with Ashnel's sister... well... she can be a bit... She doesn't really need to find a word to describe it.* Although I may agree with you. But life would be ever so much more boring.
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on Nov 12, 2006 18:56:44 GMT
*Geordie cowers in a corner.* Ach, nae more, lass, nae more! Ah'll gi'e ye moi last bottle o' the Pure te stop it naow...
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Nov 12, 2006 20:15:42 GMT
Potcheen?! *Terragon asks increduously.* I thought you ran out of the stuff weeks ago? Surely you haven't got more lurking around? Though what you'd want it for anyway is beyond me...! *The squirrel tires herself out with the subject after a moment or two and tells the room at large.* We'll go down to the Tavern tonight. I'm too tired to cook and Ashnel, bless him, can't cook anything which doesn't contain alchohol or pancakes. Not that that's a bad thing. *She adds with tactful firmness before the other can protest.* Still... I can't imagine you saying "no" to going down to the Whispering Willow, Ash'. Poor Geordie. *Is all Ashnel can reply with.* Can't keep himself away from the place...
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Nov 18, 2006 13:30:53 GMT
Forced to spend his life in taverns, oh, the torture, *remarks Ayeny drily, in response to Ashnel's last comment.* I'm sure Geordie cannot imagine a worse fate. *She grins at the previously mentioned Highland squirrel.*
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