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Post by Imrel on Dec 22, 2002 3:59:14 GMT
*Fob smiles gratefully at Eowyn and Daisy as she sips at the tea Daisy gave her.*
Thanks very much.
*Finished the cup.*
I think I'd best get back to the band now, they're lost without me.
*With a wink and a grin, she heads out into the hall.*
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*Temmin, white faced and trying to smile at the Wraiths, places the beater neatly back on the glockenspiel and shuffles back to his violin.
*Alf clears his throat.*
Right... So, Twelve Days of Christmas?
*The band start playing the carol as a defrosted Fob comes out of the kitchen. She quickly goes to the glockenspiel and joins in with the song.*
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Post by Zulu on Dec 22, 2002 8:02:02 GMT
::Lo wathces in absolute horror, she mutters something about it being like Christmas' back home and glares at WK:: You know dear, some of us, rather enjoy non-violetn Hols. And St. Nick is watching, youre not even getting a lump of coal this year ::snickers::
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 22, 2002 9:06:53 GMT
Pah!
*Sits down at the table and helps himself to a hotdog*
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Post by Zulu on Dec 22, 2002 10:00:43 GMT
::Lo looks a little disgusted:: Do you evne know whats in that? ::then she rolls her eyes:: nevermind, my bad I forgot I was talking to the being who drinks paint thinner.
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Post by Grubby on Dec 22, 2002 19:17:44 GMT
Grubby grins
I do made 'em myself
she went back to eating her turkey
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Post by Imrel on Dec 22, 2002 20:53:29 GMT
*Put her drink down nervously. Gets herself a leg of turkey and checks that it is bat free before eating it.*
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 22, 2002 21:46:19 GMT
*Finds something crunchy in his hotdog and grins at Grubby*
You remembered to add dung beetles!
How thoughtful..I'm touched.
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Dec 23, 2002 10:58:47 GMT
Eowyn returns from the kitchen with some extra gravy.
"Sorry about being gone for so long. The young hobbit lass was a little frightened, but she should be alright now." Eowyn sits down again and sets the gravy on the table.
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Post by Imrel on Dec 24, 2002 3:03:55 GMT
*Fob calls over defensively from the glockenspiel.*
I was not frightened!
*Alf stops playing the flute for a moment and nudges Fob.*
Quiet, you.
*Fob shoots him and Look and they both start playing again.*
Well I hope you're alright, Eo, you were out in the cold too.
*Raises the turkey drumstick to her mouth to take another bite, but blanches as she discovers a shred of bat wing attached to it. Puts it down nervously, forcing a smile, and reaches instead for the twiglets.*
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Post by Zulu on Dec 24, 2002 7:12:35 GMT
[glow=deeppink,2,300]::Lo eyes Wk, a wicked grin playing on her lips, she plucks some mistletoe from a table and plops into his lap wrapping her arms around him she gives him a rough kiss, biting back a giggle::[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 24, 2002 7:25:04 GMT
*Gives an ear-splitting shriek and tries to throw the Elf off, arms flailing wildly. Jumps to his feet and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring at Lo, who know has icy cold lips.*
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Post by Zulu on Dec 24, 2002 8:01:51 GMT
::Lo giggles and claps:: YeY! One down.... 8 more to go. well 7.. maybe 6... eh Ill quit while Im ahead. ::She quickly plops in his chair and tosses him the mistletoe:: this is actually what I was after Witchy.
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Dec 24, 2002 12:45:40 GMT
"Christmas love," Eowyn giggles as she watches the wraith and the elf deal with the mistle toe. "I'm not joining in yet."
The shield maiden then glances at the bat stuffing on Imrel's plate and decides to take some of the meatballs instead. She puts them on her plate besides the mashed potatoes and drops some more gravy on them.
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 24, 2002 14:41:43 GMT
Get out of my chair Elf!  *Looks like he's about to explode and Eowyns comments don't help either. Picks Lo up off the chair and throws her over his shoulder.* Now you're really in trouble! |
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Dec 24, 2002 15:37:55 GMT
Eowyn observes the situation in shock, wondering why such a thing would happen on Christmas.
"Have a heart! It's Yuletide Season..." she says, putting down her fork full of meatball.
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