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Is that a threat?
Dirk smiles "I love you like a brother Gil."
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Sisters Are Weird.
Bunty cocks her head. "You look taller in Amber. Why do you look taller?"
Gilgamesh replies, "We're on a mountain, and you're standing downhill."
Bunty says, "I'll have to invent an automatic soapbox to stand on for these occasions. Shuffles out of my shoes or something." -
Bite me.
Gilgamesh is making breakfast in the kitchen, having shooed the housekeeper out.
Emma wanders down, wrapped in a robe. She stifles a yawn as she pads into the kitchen. "Mm. Morning."
Gilgamesh backs off from some steam. "Morning. Alex bit a guest at Karm. Don't know whether to be proud or not."
Emma's brows lift. "Depends who the guest was."
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OOC: Signs You've Been Playing in the Amber Sandbox Too Long
Background note: Molly's player is Gluten Intolerant. (Meaning that if a crumb gets in her food, she gets sick.) This was only discovered a few years ago, so she VERY much knows what she's missing.
The following email exchange took place between the hours of 10am and 11am:
Molly Player: Slept VERY well. Dreamed of weird Romanesque cults, ghosts and ( Read more... ) -
Get Real
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Robincrantz & Mirandastern
Gilgamesh plops down in the hammock, opens his arms. "Oh, and you were going to tell me who Miranda's related to."
Emma doesn't hesitate, following Gil and nestling herself into his arms. "Sweetheart, it's Robin."
Gilgamesh says, "Oh, ok! I can see that. Very similiar in the face."
"Er, no," Emma says, cautiously. "Exactly similar in the face."
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What Shall Not Be Added to the Uniform
White Capes.
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Note tossed in the fire
Dear Seamstresses:
While the new Hounds uniform is basic black, the actual piping on the set may be the predominant color of whomever gets to sit in the uncomfy chair. Given the way things have gone since my grandfather abdicated, perhaps we should have sets of piping made up in every color for all the Hounds, so they can be interchangable. Perhaps ( Read more... ) -
Drinks, and Genetics
Brand is sitting on the throne, looking glum. Courtiers mill around and guards loom.
Gilgamesh has empty holsters and sheathes where weapons are supposed to be. He approaches at the foot of the stairs. "Regent, you wished to see me?"
Brand says, "Oh, yes. Hello. Would you like a drink?"
Gilgamesh says, "If only they worked, sir. Karm blood. Has no ( Read more... ) -
The Politics of Love
Gerard states, gruffly, "So, let me get this straight. From the begining. She hits on you, you don't take her up on it until she says I tossed her out. Eventually, she lets you in on the fact that we didn't stop seeing each other like she told you."
Gilgamesh nods. "You have that rule about...."
"Right," Gerard acknowledges. "I will not be with any ( Read more... )