Mardrax

I think it's pretty safe to say Troy was framed, and the "Philip was framed" was a... typo? A misdirected thought anyway. The boss doesn't get framed often by their underlings Then again, it would be an interesting thing to see, and there have been enough precedents to make it a believable case too. Hmmm...

Carrie stood leaning against a wall, hiding behind a glass of water, and behind a group of tall people. She had already decided she didn't like this party one bit before her second visit to the bathroom in the half hour she had been inside. Vanessa, her agent, had said she'd be here a few hours earlier, when they spoke to eachother on the phone. Nessa had asked (more like told) her to wear this ridiculous outfit. Who ever came up with the idea of wearing a black bra under a white top anyway? A man, probably, with the same frame of mind as the one who had first made these ludicrously short miniskirts. The thought sometimes occured to Carrie if she'd ever get up on a stage higher than three foot wearing this, she'd get all the attention Vanessa wanted her to have. Then again, that was her entire point. As she thought of her agent, she quickly emptied the glass of water, pulled her skirt down for the somanieth time and walked to the bar. She ignored the collective stare of a group of middle-aged men as she passed them, and oredered a rum and coke, resigning herself to an evening of mild nausea as she probably did no more provide a living illustration for Nessa's praises. She turned around, leaning on the bar with an elbow while cradling the new glass in the other hand, and resumed the search for a familiar face.

OOC: *grin* Seen that, seen at least one other reference as well. The gap in history needed a filling though ---- The two men eye eachother again as the medics rushed off, carrying the disabled almost-dragon between them. The younger looking one shrugs, a quizical look on his face as a hand once again wanders off into his now tangled and soot-covered mass of hair. "Well, that was a quick departure if I ever saw one." A few coughs followed, the small rain of ash coming from his hair blowing into his nose and mouth. Withdrawing the hand from his hair, he continued: "Pardon me for that. Quite efficient, the medical staff here. Quite rude as well though, they didn't even say goodbye. One even..." A few more coughs, as he forced the hand out of his hair again, and into his pocket. "Pardon again. What was I about to say? Ah, yes. One even looked at me as if I was the cause of all this." Hawkwing eyed him in return, over the few seconds of silence that followed, until his would-be housing supplier started talking again. "I do think you owe him another apology, at a time when he'll be more probable to hear and understand it. A visit to wherever he's taken might help. I hear fruitbaskets and flowers would be a proper addition to that. I could show you the way to his chambers if you'd like. You could wait for him there, or enquire to his whereabouts. You also might be able to obtain an empty room at the keep. I fear my pen has run out of ink, so getting you one myself would prove hard indeed."

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I could just take Carrie over as is, if Mynx is alright with it edit: Got the "amen" from Mynx, so... <wicked grin> Carrie is MINE!</wicked grin><dumbfounded look>

I could take her place, if you two agree, that is

deluge

Definately my guitar-that-isn't mine, if only because it means alot to the owner. Other than that, I wouldn't know really. My coat and pants, probably, which serve the same purpose as Ayshela's purse... and they keep me warm too

river

So what happens when a bouncer finds that rapper who was denied entrance to the party, dead in the alley nextdoor? Yay in any case

paëlla

Mind if I peak my head in through if you're starting a second game? Whichever option it'll end up as, I'm fine with. I actually wanted to join in the initial one but what can I say? I'm slow

stock

stead

"Well... Yes, an apology would be in order I think, but I do think this kind... Sir whose tavern you've incinerated should be the one getting it, not me. In fact, I believe it was me who started this unpleasant situation by trying to cut in on his establishment's business. I am quite alright though, I believe. About that calendar, I think Mister Wyvern here would be more than able to help you to one, as I am quite unfamiliar with this system's lunar circumstances."

"Oh my, I didn't even know I still had that... or that, or that for that matter. I do have a whole lot of stuff though, but I didn't know it was this much. Look at that, I can barely watch over the wall of my stuff already, and I can name plenty of things I don't see here yet." Mardrax quickly grabs an umbrella from the quickly growing wall around him, before something defying description appears to land on top of it. Deploying the umbrella, he sticks his arm straight up, waiting for the moment for it to be completely stuck amidst the clutter. "That one thing I didn't have yet: a home. Or at least, it turns out I did. Now just for a door to get out of here again. Wait a minute... YARD SALE! FORM A LINE FROM ONE POINT AROUND MY BELONGINGS AND TAKE THINGS FROM IT IN A STRAIGHT LINE INTO THE CENTER! IT'S ALL FREE!" He coughs a few times, the unusual exertion on his voice immediately showing. "Now to hope someone has actually heard me. I've always wanted a yard sale, I just never had a yard. And would you look at that... now... where did that go? Now I still can't find anything." With this he goes into mumbling things about wishes to himself.

I love that last line Ayshela and a warning: another reference-fest coming up, you asked for it though In the land of Shinar, lies the city of Ur where Sin once lit his home and father found his way. Modern man was led astray there by the prophet's tome from Sippar to Nippur. Now nothing's left but ruins stand and Sin still proudly shines His faith bereft he lights the sand that does encase his shrines Subtle halos gold and red encase his shrines today. it is said his temple stands for it was built that way. Father will not tear it down nor will granddad engulf that which is now crumbling but on his work a crown. You should come to see this work if you're ever near this town. --- "Waves of anguish, drugged relief"

Mardrax pulls his outfit back into its proper position for at least the third time today, then gives the girl a good look. "Wish for something? I... I never thought of that. I wish..." He fumbles around in one of his pockets for some time as his face tracks the bouncing girl. Up, down left, right. His hands turn up empty handed. "...I just wish I could find everything I already have."

mate

chaos

*grins heartily* Pie, and the things it affects

goose

wrong

bath