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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 9:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 9:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 9:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 10:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 10:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 10:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 10:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 10:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 10:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 10:46 pm
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*Brat blinks as Pierre enters the room, even the dim light behind him feels bright. He stops for a moment, turns and looks back, staring at the staff as he sends them a message unheard by the guests. A moment later, he closes the door and heads over to his desk. He pulls a bottle out of one of the drawers, pours a glass and takes it over to her. Drink, it will bring back some energy. He sighs for a moment.*
Is everything alright, Pierre? You seem distracted. *She takes a sip of the drink he offered, feels the warm liquid soothe her throat.*
No, I'm afraid my staff, well they seem to have forgotten themselves. They've taken to amusing each other with the thoughts of a certain rabbit type creature. Laughing at another's trouble. *Shakes his head.* I think they've forgotten where they came from.
*Brat finishes the drink, feeling much better than she had earlier.* Thank you, I feel better now. Where you came from? I'm not sure I know how you came to be here, Pierre. You've always been rather quiet on the subject.
Where we come from isn't a place we could go back to, so I don't see a point in discussing it. *He looks down.* Suffice to say we are refugees here. I am grateful to you, and to Gilda for allowing us to stay. It will be ok, I'm sure. *He smiles then, assists her to her feet. The two talk a few minutes more, then she slips through the shadows and heads off. Pierre goes back to his chair, pours a glass for himself and leans back, staring at the fireplace.*
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