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Post by Ninmast on Nov 19, 2009 20:54:25 GMT -5
The boy frowned as he huffed, dropping his cheek onto his hand, which in turn rested on his elbow up on the table. "Well, at least you're cheering up, that's a good thing to come out of this."
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Post by zandyne on Nov 19, 2009 23:06:43 GMT -5
By the time her fit of humor subsided she was wiping tears out of her eyes, "Joke or not, I haven't laughed like that in a long time. As a reward, how about I give you a hint on how to look for answers Mr. Jackson?"
She cast a sideways glance at Roslin and the Vintages who were happily not paying attention to her. At seeing she was in the clear, she slid a tiny piece of paper to him, on it it read, "Children can't lie, but they can't always tell the whole truth."
After Devon would finish reading it, the paper would be eaten by spontaneous flame, leaving no evidence behind as Gen downed another cup of her tea.
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 19, 2009 23:15:21 GMT -5
The boy's eyebrows raised up at the sudden spout of flame, but it didn't burn him, immune as he was to fire. All the same, he mentally recited the words over and over in his head as he finished his breakfast. "Thank you. I think I have an idea, then," he answered finally. "But first, I'm still a mess from dinner last night, and I'd like to get through the showers before the other guests for obvious reasons. Where can I find them?"
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Post by zandyne on Nov 19, 2009 23:40:27 GMT -5
The literary manipulator cracked her knuckles, "That depends, do you enjoy showering or do you just want the practical result of a shower?"
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 19, 2009 23:43:38 GMT -5
He inhaled deeply in thought. "I ... think I actually want the shower ... Some time to zone out from all the craziness that's been happening and just some alone time that doesn't involve a toadstool, however comfortable ..."
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Post by zandyne on Nov 20, 2009 1:17:31 GMT -5
At the answer, she pulled out a small black book and wrote something in it. After clapping the book shut she held out a hand and a key with a small seahorse trinket attached to it appeared in her hand. She placed it flat on the table.
"There you go, if you open your normal room with that key you'll get access to a relatively normal, modern bathroom. If you want your normal room back, simply use the key his majesty handed you the night before. If you don't already have that on your person I strongly suggest you remedy that. Your private quarters-" she cut herself off and laughed nervously, "Ah yes, musn't forget the rules. Well then, shall you be off after you finish your breakfast Mr. Jackson?"
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 20, 2009 2:16:30 GMT -5
He nodded in agreement. "I think so, unless there's anything I can do for you before I go? Though I wouldn't mind getting one of those outfits to wear after I get out."
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Post by zandyne on Nov 20, 2009 4:42:17 GMT -5
"You gave me a good laugh, that's more than enough, as for the clothing, there will be a towel closet in the bathroom. In the bottom drawers are towels and washcloths, in the top portion there's...well I guess cosmic-pocket of clothing hanging in there. Just push down the clothing until you see something you like."
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 20, 2009 4:59:07 GMT -5
"Thanks!" the effeminate boy-girl answered as he waved cheerfully to the woman and hurried off to do so. After a long, hot shower - during which he did as he had gotten into the habit of and made a note of what changes his outburst last night had wrought upon him - he climbed out and toweled off as he considered that he'd soon have to buy smaller pajamas and hoping that Gen's designs allowed for that. Curious to see just what she penned up, he opened the top portion of the towel closet and began to flip through the various outfits within.
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Post by Kagetsuki on Nov 20, 2009 5:19:13 GMT -5
It was at this point that Kagetsuki saw fit to burst into the main hall, stumbling from her pit of a bedroom looking very much like she'd woken up on the wrong side of her gutted trailer. There were dark circles under her eyes, possibly smudged makeup, her hair resembled a wild black tumbleweed and her clothes were wrinkled, obvious evidence that she hadn't bothered to look for others before going to sleep. She growled a curse word in demonic tongues that was very much inappropriate for the Vintages assembled, gave the children a menacing glare for extra effect and then made her way to the table. One second was all it took for her expression to sour even more, and then she was shouting, "This isn't meat! WHERE IS THE MEAT?!" Another curse word. "And the bloodwine! Hells, AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD HOST?!" The last part was obviously directed towards the absent Queen Ivan.
Truth be told, the Dream Queen had actually quite enjoyed her bedroom, albeit grudgingly. She just wasn't a morning person. Or...a day person at all, really.
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Post by EJP on Nov 20, 2009 5:49:16 GMT -5
*Mahoro awoke to find herself in the fetal position. Sometime during the night her Asset enhancement spell wore off along with her bingo form. Mahoro was quick to clothe herself in her super hero attire and exited her room while still tightening her corset. Amazed by the food in the hall way, she felt like something meaty.*
Mahoro: "Umm... wheres the breakfast meats?"
*Despite Mahoro's hair being a mess, she didn't look all that groggy. However, when you wear a mask, it's easy to hide the bags under your eyes.*
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Post by zandyne on Nov 20, 2009 21:12:50 GMT -5
The Vintages closest to the outburst squeaked and ran to the safety of the other, farther away and more numerous of the herd. The herd that assumed they were far enough from her immediate wrath giggled over how it reminded them of other more amusing annoyed wake-up calls.
At Kagetsuki's morning rage Roslin made a wilting nyoro~n face as the tentacles wiggled over and lifted up some of the buffet platters that might have met the demands. There were breakfast sausages, American bacon, Canadian bacon, beef porridge and other kinds of exotic looking dishes with progressively less and less meat. A pair of tentacles in the back were cautiously presenting pomegranate and cranberry juice. It was fairly obvious neither were bloodwine as the queen of hell demanded, but the poor chef couldn't help but try.
"A-are these ta ya likin's m'ams?"
The Word Witch took the scene in skeptically, she'd be waiting a bit more before offering her assistance to remedy the special request. "Serves him right for sleeping in," she muttered venomously to herself.
*Private Bathroom*
The seemingly infinite supply of clothing were organized by Earth chronology, behind a representative outfit would be color and size variations, mostly of the latter. Most ranged by culture and application, unsurprisingly there were some less than practical gear in there such as maid and nurse outfits as well as elegant Victorian era dresses. As it winded down to more modern clothing such as jeans and tanks tops, it would be interesting to note that some outfits were quite military and even suggested that there were some men's clothing in there. Regardless it was apparent it was the equal to a universal fashion mall with finally crafted wares that spanned from underwear to outer wear and had the luxury of a wealth of accessories and shoes to choose from.
There were some sets of clothing that would probably garner an eyebrow raise such as those with old or fairly fresh blood stains on them. The ones with blood on them were covered with dry-cleaning bags like an afterthought to avoid contaminating the other sets of clothes. Most curious was how it wasn't just one set of clothing, but instead a frequent enough occurrence to note that they spanned across the whole time line.
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 20, 2009 21:47:28 GMT -5
Were it only Devon, the selection process would take only a brief amount of time, but due to some small divine intervention, the process of what would have been a selection of what style of khakis and baggy t-shirts to wear stretched out into his hand pulling out outfits against his will, with him begging not to have to wear the poodle skirt, pleading to avoid the princess gown, and just flat-out saying no to a playful suggestion of the nurse's costume.
Finally, Cybele allowed him to come to a compromise and settle on blue jeans that were snug around the posterior and thighs and a tank top (though this was a non-negotiable plum purple), as well as, as his sensitive skin had long since required, feminine underwear. He was just starting to get dressed after picking out a set of white platform sneakers that would make up for the inch or two of height he had lost overnight when his other hand reached in and fished out a royal blue training bra.
"Oh, you're kidding me ..." he complained. "Do I have to?"
In response, his other hand dropped the shoes and cupped his chest for emphasis and he sighed dejectedly. "Fine ... You're enjoying this far too much ..."
As a final touch, his hands went about returning his hair to pigtails, once more without his input on the matter, and after leaving to shower an hour and a half previously, he finally emerged from his room once more. "I guess I should go see Gen again," he supposed, "or find one of the Vintages ..."
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Post by zandyne on Nov 20, 2009 22:00:55 GMT -5
Gen was still at her personal table sipping tea merrily, one would think she'd run out or needed to use the facilities after consuming as many drinks as she had.
There were still plenty of Vintages milling about, most were staying a good distance away from "the angry bat queen," or so they would only call her with classroom-level whispers.
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 20, 2009 22:04:49 GMT -5
Devon spotted the nearest Vintage and moved over toward him, kneeling down (though only having to do so slightly) to meet him at eye level. "Hey, Vintage, right?" he asked cheerfully. "Could I ask you some questions, maybe?"
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