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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2014 1:24:27 GMT -8
   "Sad, old AN' wrinkly! Lawdamimbo! Is it permanent?" |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 21, 2014 2:00:00 GMT -8
  
Chloë-
"Maybe, I don't remember. It'd be hard to tell because they'd just look, old. You know?"
Jack-
"Huh."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2014 2:40:03 GMT -8
  "Let's get Flo or someone to test it out just in case...Maybe throw some salt around. Ghosts hate salt, I saw it on TV. Or was it lemon juice?" |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 21, 2014 4:17:26 GMT -8
  
Chloë-
"The other day I used Lemon Zesty Spray on some old furniture. I should spray it on the boat. Oh and maybe mop. Maybe ghosts like dirt."
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"Didn't Wilhelm pitch a fit about that?"
Chloë-
"Oh yeah, apparently it damages valuable antiques. How am I supposed to know that?"
Jack-
"I know, right?"
Chloë-
"Plus if they smell so bad, how valuable can they be?"
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Nov 21, 2014 18:43:17 GMT -8
 "That man ... he should be thanking you for tidying up."   "Lemons and salt aren't the answer, though. Emotional issues chain ghosts to this mortal plain. Maybe we should bring Margot into Wilhe ... I mean ... your studio, August, and provide some spirit therapy." |
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 21, 2014 21:27:07 GMT -8
   "Next time try lavender, Chloë. I sprayed it on me granddad's stuffed kangaroos, never did them any harm. I reckon he's just fussy!"    "That's right, Babs! Marchese said so! Do ya reckon it would work or just make it madder? Shrinks are scary y'all. "
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 21, 2014 23:17:00 GMT -8
((Kelly DK & Indea, Get thee to a naturalistic stopping point for stuff, summarize how ur guys misspent the next hour, and we'll time skip this area along.))
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Nov 23, 2014 23:07:57 GMT -8
"It depends on the ghost, really. If talking-it-out could help them in life, I expect it would help in death." She sniffed the air gingerly."Lavender? Is that why you smell so nice? Or is it the cookies? The world may never know." |
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 23, 2014 23:23:59 GMT -8
   "Y'all never know!"
He laughed friendfully, he wasn't about to ruin le mystery. And so the conversation went.
August fluttered like the social butterfly he was, a social vampire moth if you will. He talked to anyone that looked friendful, looking hopefully around for the cue to start dancing. He was on the look out for possible cookie lovers too.
When he saw Courtney he gave her a huge hug that enveloped her small frame and caused her to be glad she didn't have to breath. Her problems weren't too big for August. Nope. He'd want to hear all about her adventures then bore her with his own. Thus, lo the next hour of Augustractos would go into the night.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
Posts: 9,204
Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Nov 23, 2014 23:42:40 GMT -8
After chuckling with August, Babette brought drinks to the shark ghost bros, had a chat, and gave them each her number. She apparently practices the drag-net method of landing a date. As the hour progressed, she migrated to the dance floor (aka middle of house, probably where people were milling about) and started hopping around rhythmically in the weekend clubber style. Hands in the air like she just don't care. She danced with anybody who entered her vicinity, lucky peeps.
But who was this Chuck people kept talking about ...? Mysteries upon mysteries.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 24, 2014 1:59:21 GMT -8
August would see her weekend club style and raise her a Monotreme seal. Is it the only dance he knows? The mystery continues...
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 24, 2014 14:02:56 GMT -8
Chloë and Jack looked for people to chat to, and re-introduce themselves to.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 25, 2014 1:52:53 GMT -8
Augustarctos emptied into the more exciting lands of dance and what-have-you, to remain desolate until a future time when the Antearctan again becomes lonesome as a mourning parrot.
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