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New RN's. How bout it? |
I desire to serve the Mistress and her ladies unconditionally |
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 3:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 8:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 8:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 7:59 pm
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*after the dinner rush is over in the kitchen, Karrie heads back to his office. He picks up the black envelope. When he first arrived the day before, he'd read through the documents. Working quickly, since the rest of Psyzapp's property was to be closed, he had arranged to have the Jade Dragon moved to another location nearby. Crews had been working on it all day and night, preparing for everything to be moved. Signs were placed on the door, host's podium, and coat check desk informing the guests of the new location. Tonight would be the last night in this location. They had already stopped seating, and as soon as the groups inside were finished, this location would close. In a few days, the new location would open, after everything was completed and inspected.
Karrie started to place the envelope in the desk drawer, then put it in his pocket instead and walked out of the office*
*nodding a good night to the staff in the kitchen, he walked over to the main bar and made himself a drink. Sliding into one of the booths, he sits against the wall with his legs on the bench. Looking around the bar, he thinks back over the time he's spent there*
((Edited))
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 9:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 9:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 10:48 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 11, 2013 11:46 pm
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*packing went a lot more quickly and smoothly once he came upon the realization that everything would be easier to move if he used his abilities to shrink things. Although, there's one thing he's been finding rather disconcerting. Tes has been acting kind of... different since getting bitten by that snake. neutral
It started out very subtle and Ry brushed it off initially as just some kind of reaction to being overwhelmed by the vast amount of things they're having to pack and move. Even when it started becoming more noticeable, he accredited it to the same reasoning. But what made him concerned was seeing how bad the wound itself has gotten. Tes keeps it wrapped in a bandage most of the time, but he witnessed him changing it after a shower this evening. The skin around it was turning black and the bite itself was a deep red that looked more like the mark of a curse than an actual snake bite.
As much as he hated the idea of turning to Miro for help, he knew that regardless of if it was a poison or a curse, she'd be able to cure it. However, when he tried to make the suggestion of seeking her out to his husband, he was snapped at, Tes insisting that the poison just needed to run its course. It was hard to argue with him about the severity of it when rogues have such an extensive knowledge of different kinds of poisons.
Once that subject had been brought up, Tes became even more in a rush to leave this place and hastily packed what was left into the bag of holding and headed out to the car, Ryzan just barely managing to jump into the passenger side before Tes peels out of the parking lot*
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Intellectual Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 9:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 12:19 pm
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*finally finished uninstalling the security system, cameras, scanners, backing up and cutting off latest feeds, Icy and the boys tackled packing up her place, working through the night into the morning. As the boys directed the movers as to what went to her new place and what went to the secondhand store, she made one final sweep through the rooms, pausing at Flame's/Lo's room. Leaning her shoulder into the doorjamb, she looked into the empty room remembering the times those two stayed there. Sighing, she wondered when Flame was going to return. She couldn't keep heading the office seeing how that led to her negligence of the bars security. Since Horne refused to take the position and Constantine was only there temporarily until they got their act together, she knew sooner or later someone was going to have to drag his a** back whether he wanted to come back or not.
She knew more or less he was taking his sweet time with the case he was working on, but damn near two years is ridiculous. Roused out of her musings hearing Constantine calling her, she took one last good look at the room, pushing off the doorjamb and heading out the back door for the last time. The bar was good to her and she was able to make good friends because of it. Actually, that's not right. The bar came about because she made such good friends and was able to be a part of its creation because of those relationships. Glad that she'd be able to see higher heights with them, she wasn't that sad of losing what she'd once called home. Because wherever her ladies are would always be home*
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 8:37 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 12:02 pm
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