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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 22, 2014 19:19:37 GMT -8
"Not even a small flamey one?"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Apr 22, 2014 19:21:32 GMT -8
Quinn leaned in with a conspiratory look on his face, whispering."I know where your 'friends' sleep."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 22, 2014 19:22:29 GMT -8
Chloë- "Yeah you guys are all so smart. I bet you were getting really good grades." Chloë led them to a corner which was littered with ancient wreckage. Perhaps a messy move, or an unhappy star? The floor was carpeted with grey, trampled cloth scraps and splinters of wood. Two doors were painted with the stereotypical golden star, long faded and chipped to near obscurity. One door hung at a single remaining hinge, and the other was parted. Chloë pushed that one the rest of the way open, presumably it was the ladies room. Chloë- "I heard Myrtle Magnolia used this room. And she brought sexy dudes in here. I don't know how they fit, unless she was like, my size. And they were too. Oh my gosh those would be little guys." She slipped inside the door, into a dark room that was indeed, too small for all four of them at once. It smelled of stale body odor and decaying cloth. Clothing was piled in all the corners, only a few gowns still hung from the rack. The mirror was spotted with mold and an array of rotten pancake makeup was scattered over the vanity's table.
Outside, the mens room door hung limply, hiding the dark room behind it.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 22, 2014 19:23:07 GMT -8
"Ya wouldn't dare!"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Apr 22, 2014 19:26:09 GMT -8
"Like I said, uncle mine, I won't be held responsible for my actions." He half-heard Chloe before the dark aperture of the other room caught his attention, dragging him away from threatening August. His point was made, anyway."Oh? What's this then...?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 22, 2014 19:29:01 GMT -8
August peaked in from the doorway, standing gentlemanly to the side. "We should get someone in ta fix it up for you girls. Well…people do it cupboards, don't they? Or mile high? It ain't so different. Not that I reckon it should be fixed up for that…Heh."
Chloë- "Anything you could do in there would be pretty boring. No room to maneuver."
Chloë- "Hehehe..."
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Post by DKender on Apr 22, 2014 19:31:15 GMT -8
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 22, 2014 19:51:29 GMT -8
Anything embarrassing, Chloë? Dark secrets from Wil's classy past? Did he wear clogs? Or tights? I bet he did.."
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Apr 22, 2014 19:54:16 GMT -8
Quinn looked away from the other door, interested in the gossip."Oh, rumour-mongering about one's elders? Dangerous business, that...but do go on."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 22, 2014 19:56:45 GMT -8
Chloë- "Ohhhh no I totally didn't find anything..."
Chloë- "...Sex-ee stuff...!" Babette and Chloë dug through the old dresses. Chloë had laid out a few dresses on a previous rummaging trip, presumably ones that would fit her tiny body. Luckily at least one star seemed to have been malnourished enough. The costumes here seemed nicer than the ones in the trunks back stage, though there were a great number of horribly tacky outfits from the more recent Cudgel films. On top were low cut nurse dresses in orange and blue, gold lamé hot pants and a aluminum foil-esque gown for a space queen. Somewhere beneath they found the silk and satin dresses of the past. Dead flowers had been buried among them, and ancient dry petals stuck to the cloth. A few had mysterious stains on them that were perhaps best left unconsidered.
The door to the mens room could be easily parted, and the scent inside was different: rusted metal and old wood.
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Apr 22, 2014 19:59:10 GMT -8
His curiosity finally got the better of him."Chloe darling, what's in this room?" Quinn thumbed over his shoulder, erring on the side of caution rather than just barging in. Surprises were no his friends in places like this, he found.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 22, 2014 20:02:23 GMT -8
August eyed the sexy nurses outfit and such with a glint in his eye, but turned his head towards the men's room. He had the distinct feeling he should check it out."I'll leave you girls to ya fineries, I'm gonna check out the men's room. See what I can fossick for over there. Maybe a nice suit for old Corny Cornaleius?" August made his way to the dusty room and parted the door poking his head through first.
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Post by DKender on Apr 22, 2014 20:10:19 GMT -8
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 22, 2014 20:35:18 GMT -8
((ooc- I think 'Grauish' might work, or 'Graulander' )) Chloë- "Hm, that room? I didn't look 'cause it's the boys room."
"Oh Babette, you look so pretty." A large curved object caught the light as August poked his head in. The room was filled with bizarre angles and shapes, unrecognizable silhouettes. As he pushed the door slightly, he and Quinn could see that the room was storing props from a sci-fi show. Faded space robots stood watch in orderly rows, and most of the room was taken up with a huge diving bell. (FOR NERDS ONLY-- just like the one they use to travel through space on the original season of Dr. Babbage! In fact, weren't those space robots actually 'Grambles?!' Wow!)
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Apr 22, 2014 20:42:51 GMT -8
"Sweet Boniffaci's ghost...would you look at all of this?" Seeing that he wasn't about to walk into a torture room or something equally ghastly, Quinn stepped all the way into the room.
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