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Log: Ongoing
When; September 18th ( just after midnight)
Rating; PG ( for language )
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noh_dancer Scarab, captain_hector Hector Barbossa
Summary; Scarab meets Hector for a drink now that all fluids are back to normal.
Log;
What a day...
It had started off badly as well.
Scarab's usual morning ritual was to stumble out of bed and immeadiately put the kettle on and start some tea. Then she would hop into ths shower and wake up the rest of the way.
The kettle would usually wake Frederick ( unless he had, *ahem*, 'overindulged' the night before) and he would take it off the burner, and pour out the hot water into the pot.
This morning, however, she had started the kettle, and not five minutes later the stench of boiling blood had nearly made her gag.
It wasn't just the tap water either. Sadly every liquid within the icebox had turned to blood as well.
Her shower was right out of the question after that, and the rest of the day she had been in a foul mood.
Thankfully midnight had tolled, and easily within the hour she was drafting company to head out to her new favorite pub ( fortunately it was also right down the street from another of her friends' apartement's; Alex and John's to be exact) and so she knew the way by heart.
Now she stood outside enjoying one of Frederick's old fashioned hand-rolled cigarettes and waiting for her newest aquaintence.
He seemed like an alright guy. A little old-fashioned, but that was probably just due to the fact she was born nearly 200 years after he died.
Someone said he was a pirate?
Well, that should mean he had some interesting stories, and to her that was good enough just now.
Rating; PG ( for language )
Characters;
noh_dancer Scarab, captain_hector Hector BarbossaSummary; Scarab meets Hector for a drink now that all fluids are back to normal.
Log;
What a day...
It had started off badly as well.
Scarab's usual morning ritual was to stumble out of bed and immeadiately put the kettle on and start some tea. Then she would hop into ths shower and wake up the rest of the way.
The kettle would usually wake Frederick ( unless he had, *ahem*, 'overindulged' the night before) and he would take it off the burner, and pour out the hot water into the pot.
This morning, however, she had started the kettle, and not five minutes later the stench of boiling blood had nearly made her gag.
It wasn't just the tap water either. Sadly every liquid within the icebox had turned to blood as well.
Her shower was right out of the question after that, and the rest of the day she had been in a foul mood.
Thankfully midnight had tolled, and easily within the hour she was drafting company to head out to her new favorite pub ( fortunately it was also right down the street from another of her friends' apartement's; Alex and John's to be exact) and so she knew the way by heart.
Now she stood outside enjoying one of Frederick's old fashioned hand-rolled cigarettes and waiting for her newest aquaintence.
He seemed like an alright guy. A little old-fashioned, but that was probably just due to the fact she was born nearly 200 years after he died.
Someone said he was a pirate?
Well, that should mean he had some interesting stories, and to her that was good enough just now.