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Post by EarlyBird on Apr 25, 2007 8:23:20 GMT 9.5
Veronica: Queen of the pixies.
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Post by Mab Rox on Apr 25, 2007 8:24:28 GMT 9.5
LotL: Not pixies, faerie--ugh! *as she gets smacked by a fireball*
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Post by himiko on Apr 25, 2007 8:26:25 GMT 9.5
Melissa nods slowly, digesting this information.
Melissa: Right... then, umm, how come you're in prison again?
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Post by Tosca on Apr 25, 2007 8:30:13 GMT 9.5
Mab (rages distractedly): By choice! (to MALotL) And who are you presuming to be me and throwing water around! I'd have confused you with my sister if you looked a thing like her.
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Post by Mab Rox on Apr 25, 2007 8:31:25 GMT 9.5
MALotL: Well, I am. I am your sister infused with your spirit...it's complicated. My name is Morgance, by the way.
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Post by Tosca on Apr 25, 2007 8:33:58 GMT 9.5
Mab: Pah! Now you're presuming to steal MY spirit! (hurls another fireball) (inmates and guards stare at the spectacle)
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Post by Mab Rox on Apr 25, 2007 8:34:48 GMT 9.5
Morgance: No! You infused your spirit with your sister! Hey! *dodges* I killed Merlin for you! Be grateful!
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Post by Tosca on Apr 25, 2007 8:35:32 GMT 9.5
Mab: I would never do that! This is all Hallmarks' fault!
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Post by himiko on Apr 25, 2007 8:39:11 GMT 9.5
Melissa finally hears a sentence she can make vague sense of.
Melissa: Yes. Hallmark. They're bastards aren't they? Did you kill one of them or something, and that's why you ended up here? And did it damage your vocal chords or something? (looks vaguely concerned) (digs fluffy looking throat pastill out of pocket and holds it out to Mab) That might help.
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Post by mirandafan on Apr 25, 2007 8:41:03 GMT 9.5
Elspeth takes out miror to check reflection is still there. She chooses not to concern herself with the sqaulble, and take the chance at an escape while no one is watching. Quietly, she leaves the mess the hall. ;D
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Post by Tosca on Apr 25, 2007 8:41:11 GMT 9.5
Mab: (pauses amidst the chaos going on around her and inspects the think being offered to her, and trying to scry into the shiny orb for a second, then tossing it on the floor in frustration when nothing happens)
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Post by himiko on Apr 25, 2007 8:42:44 GMT 9.5
Melissa scratches her head in puzzlement, before shrugging and picking up the throat pastill off the floor, wiping it off and putting it back in her pocket.
Melissa: Suit yourself.
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Post by Tosca on Apr 25, 2007 8:43:54 GMT 9.5
[Heh, and it was all going so well. ;D]
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Post by EarlyBird on Apr 25, 2007 15:28:03 GMT 9.5
Yvonne: Ello pumber (to one of the guards).
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Post by Tosca on Apr 25, 2007 17:03:51 GMT 9.5
Guard: Ello Timón!
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