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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Feb 22, 2014 14:05:21 GMT -8
Trevor - "It's true. Some of the tanks are heavy." That is to be expected with big glass boxes full of peat and potting soil.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 23, 2014 3:03:18 GMT -8
Inka- "Aww, OK. I shall wait."
Courtney- "Mm, alright. Sorry."
Florence- "Not a problem. Come along."
They went to the cold concrete stairwell and started down again.
((What of this scene do you want to RP? More convo opportunity with Florence &/or Courtney, bug retrieval hijinx, or just assume it was uneventful and skip ahead?))
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Feb 23, 2014 19:10:54 GMT -8
Trevor returned from the transportation process cheerful, but Florence and Courtney were at least somewhat worn down by his micromanagement and shockingly fluent jabbering about his prized critters.
Trevor's sizable living space was looking somewhat less spacious after moving his "roommates" in. ((Movin' right along.))
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 23, 2014 23:48:03 GMT -8
While they were out, Trevor got the feeling Florence felt like saying something, but stopped herself a few times... But then he was so distracted dealing with the inept help that he couldn't track what other people were feeling at all.
By the time he was home and set up, Inka was out of sight, Courtney quickly disappeared, and then it was just him and Florence again. Florence- "Do you need help with anything else?"
This time, she seemed like she was just ready to leave. Maybe she forgot what she was thinking about earlier.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Feb 24, 2014 7:33:28 GMT -8
Trevor - "I am content for now. Is there something on your mind?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 24, 2014 21:37:50 GMT -8
Florence- "No... No, I don't think so. Sleep well. Those are good quality curtains, but shut them tight."
Maybe she did forget. Does Trevor stop her from leaving now?
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Feb 25, 2014 8:33:43 GMT -8
Trevor - "Ah... Well, there seemed to be something on your mind a little while ago."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 25, 2014 16:03:51 GMT -8
Florence- "I'm sure it wasn't important. Well, sweet dreams!"
And she was away...
((Describe Trevor's winding down for the day. Does he wait until dawn to lay down to sleep, or tuck in a bit ahead of it? Maybe mention how he sets up his bugs, if any of them require heat lights or anything of note.))
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Feb 25, 2014 18:34:19 GMT -8
Trevor first shut the AC vents in his room so that the temperature would not be too low for his tarantulas during the day. He would intermittently check it just to make sure they didn't need any supplemental heating.
After heating mats and lamp were set for his scorpions, snails, crickets, and beetle respectively he put animals that had been transported in small, ventilated plastic containers (for their safety) back into their proper homes.
To make sure everyone was settling in Trevor had intended to keep himself awake by reading books from Inka's collection until sometime in the afternoon.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 25, 2014 22:49:38 GMT -8
((Take note of edits above))
Trevor sat awake before dawn, not feeling tired at all. He could have slept if he wanted to - he somehow knew that - but he intended to iron man into the day at least a while. Maybe sunrise would change his opinion, but it had not happened yet. He couldn't make sense of the handwriting in the medieval manuscripts (without serious study and copious notes) and settled for something more recent - a printed book from the revolutionary era, about numerology and such. The thing was full of patently false information about cosmology, so it was hard to imagine the mystic information would bear fruit. But they had to be keeping it around for a reason, hadn't they?
He was distracted by a scraping sound in the distance. It sounded like it was getting closer, coming from somewhere within the building.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Feb 25, 2014 23:12:37 GMT -8
"Trevor goes to find the source of the sound."
((What does he find?))
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 26, 2014 20:50:33 GMT -8
Inka was floating down the hall in a nightgown, dragging a medieval longsword, which scraped the hardwood behind her. Her eyes glinted in the lowlight. She paused on seeing Trevor, still floating like a ghost. Inka- "You... Who is your mother, little one?"
She seemed disoriented and cold.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Feb 26, 2014 21:44:44 GMT -8
Trevor's eyes briefly rested on the sword before meeting Inka's eerie stare.
Trevor - "My mother is far away. Are you alright, Ms. Inka?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 26, 2014 22:17:48 GMT -8
((what was the timbre of his voice like? u posted a video once but i didn't know which guy in it u were talking about. I'll get back again soon when u do.))
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Feb 26, 2014 22:30:06 GMT -8
((He's the one wearing a yellow shirt.))
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