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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:49 pm
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Intellectual Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 10:17 pm
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*finishing up her sandwich, she's drive-by hugged from Katana*
Yea, yea, yea....*hugs back*you're about up there with TES' ego, you know! rolleyes
*hearing Katanas farewell statement to Psyzapp, she smirks, thinking Sleep with one eye open girlie. I shall get you yet! Nodding her head in farewell to Psyzapp, she leans back and picks up her glass of Elven wine, ready to taste it and enjoy it.
Before she puts the glass to her lips, Icy looks to see if a certain item is still laying on a table. Seeing as it has not been moved, much like her clothes from that day, she sets her glass down and goes to retrieve it. Coming back to the table her and Ryzan are sharing, she plops the envelope containing his key on the table in front of him*
Hey, try not to "give" this away again, okay? Can't say I won't take you up on your offer next time. wink
*picking her glass up, she inhales the aroma and sips it, surprised that it still tastes good even though she just ate a sandwich and her pallet isn't clean*
Mmmmm.....that's good stuff..........
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 10:49 pm
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*sitting with Ryzan and sharing the peace in silence, she finishes her glass of Elven wine and gets up to place both glass and plate in the sink, washing and drying them, placing them in their respective places. Retrieving her things from beside the office entryway, she turns back to Ryzan*
Enjoy your night. smile
*with that, she opens the passageway, heads down the stairs and through the corridor to her door, fishing her key out and opening her door. Stepping in with a huge smile on her face, she dumps her clothes in the kitchen to handle first thing in the morning, runs straight to the bathroom and runs a very hot, very sudsy, hot tub with the jets on full blast, lights her favorite jasmine vanilla candles and turns the lights out, placing a warm towel across her eyes and sinking in for the long haul*
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:25 pm
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Intellectual Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 12:01 am
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