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xp_logsBackdated to September 4. Marie-Ange has managed to drag Amanda away from her research for a break.
"Thanks for dragging me out here, love." Amanda said as she lazily tilted the beer bottle to her lips. "I might have overdone it a bit on the research thing."
Marie-Ange had draped a lounge chair in a beach towel, and pulled a table beside, but the table only held a nearly empty bottle of pear cider. Her plate of food - grilled shrimp skewers and mango rice - was on her lap, and she was peeling the shrimp off their skewers carefully, separating tails and meat into neat piles. "You went a few hours not noticing I had sneak decaf tea into your mugs yesterday. The United States says this is a day without labour, I demand it so as well. In May, we fly home, and celebrate it again there." She picked up her cider with her free hand, and clinked the bottle against Amanda's beer. "No more work today. Food and alcohol."
"Food and alcohol." Amanda repeated the toast from her own lounge chair and blew her girlfriend a kiss. "Except I only have alcohol and the food is over there. And I'm lazy. Ugh, dilemmas."
"I can fix that.' Marie-Ange would share her own shrimp - she handed one to Amanda - but one plate of shrimp, she knew, would disappear far too quickly into the bottomless pit of a girlfriend who had skipped meals in favor of books. Instead, she reached over and pulled a card from the pocket of her beach bag, and a pair of images, both gangly critters, all ears, elbows and knees appeared, both scarpering towards the tables by the grills to pull together a plate. "There, food on the way, and no labour involved for you."
Sharon had been stalking the plate of shrimp for some time. She had decided that today's personal challenge would be to see how many plates she could thieve from before someone noticed. It was, she had discovered, an easy and personally satisfying way to acquaint herself with the mansion's inhabitants. She had no idea who these two women were beyond some vague idea they may be associated with Topaz, but that train of thought instantly derailed when a twinned pair of goblins appeared out of thin air and began to scuttle in her direction. Instinctively, Sharon reacted the same way she would to any other small creature: with a pounce.
The execution was perfect. In one swift move the nearest creature was pinned between her hands, holding it immobilized as her jaws closed around it to crush its windpipe -- only to find her teeth met with only the slightest of resistance before the thing exploded into slime.
The screech was unholy.
Amanda paused with the shrimp skewer half-way to her mouth as she watched the purple blur zooming across the lawn, heedless of any lawn chairs in its path. "So, new Sharon?"
Marie-Ange was caught between wincing with the psionic backlash of the destruction of the image, and an uncharacterisic guffaw. "Perhaps once I am done laughing I should apologize." She wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her beach wrap. She paused, and picked up another shrimp off the plate. "Or rather explain. What is the phrase, mess around and find out?"
"Fuck around and find out," Amanda supplied with her own chuckle. "And that's one cat that's certainly done that."
"Thanks for dragging me out here, love." Amanda said as she lazily tilted the beer bottle to her lips. "I might have overdone it a bit on the research thing."
Marie-Ange had draped a lounge chair in a beach towel, and pulled a table beside, but the table only held a nearly empty bottle of pear cider. Her plate of food - grilled shrimp skewers and mango rice - was on her lap, and she was peeling the shrimp off their skewers carefully, separating tails and meat into neat piles. "You went a few hours not noticing I had sneak decaf tea into your mugs yesterday. The United States says this is a day without labour, I demand it so as well. In May, we fly home, and celebrate it again there." She picked up her cider with her free hand, and clinked the bottle against Amanda's beer. "No more work today. Food and alcohol."
"Food and alcohol." Amanda repeated the toast from her own lounge chair and blew her girlfriend a kiss. "Except I only have alcohol and the food is over there. And I'm lazy. Ugh, dilemmas."
"I can fix that.' Marie-Ange would share her own shrimp - she handed one to Amanda - but one plate of shrimp, she knew, would disappear far too quickly into the bottomless pit of a girlfriend who had skipped meals in favor of books. Instead, she reached over and pulled a card from the pocket of her beach bag, and a pair of images, both gangly critters, all ears, elbows and knees appeared, both scarpering towards the tables by the grills to pull together a plate. "There, food on the way, and no labour involved for you."
Sharon had been stalking the plate of shrimp for some time. She had decided that today's personal challenge would be to see how many plates she could thieve from before someone noticed. It was, she had discovered, an easy and personally satisfying way to acquaint herself with the mansion's inhabitants. She had no idea who these two women were beyond some vague idea they may be associated with Topaz, but that train of thought instantly derailed when a twinned pair of goblins appeared out of thin air and began to scuttle in her direction. Instinctively, Sharon reacted the same way she would to any other small creature: with a pounce.
The execution was perfect. In one swift move the nearest creature was pinned between her hands, holding it immobilized as her jaws closed around it to crush its windpipe -- only to find her teeth met with only the slightest of resistance before the thing exploded into slime.
The screech was unholy.
Amanda paused with the shrimp skewer half-way to her mouth as she watched the purple blur zooming across the lawn, heedless of any lawn chairs in its path. "So, new Sharon?"
Marie-Ange was caught between wincing with the psionic backlash of the destruction of the image, and an uncharacterisic guffaw. "Perhaps once I am done laughing I should apologize." She wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her beach wrap. She paused, and picked up another shrimp off the plate. "Or rather explain. What is the phrase, mess around and find out?"
"Fuck around and find out," Amanda supplied with her own chuckle. "And that's one cat that's certainly done that."
