mitternacht (Mar 5, 2011 7:49:16 PM)
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Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 7:50:56 PM)
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Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 7:51:06 PM)
((Eeeek?

mitternacht (Mar 5, 2011 7:51:16 PM)
(lol you can roll wits alertness to scope out the joint)

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 7:52:37 PM)
((ew. 1 success.))

mitternacht (Mar 5, 2011 7:52:42 PM)
((Seems safe))

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 7:53:47 PM)
((*giggle* And this is where Ant gets a bucksaw crammed up his nose. >.>))

mitternacht (Mar 5, 2011 7:53:59 PM)
((nah post accordingly :P))

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 7:56:13 PM)
*As is standard, he's bringing a smallish amount of food. Seems safe after a quick nose aroud, so he starts to relax a touch. Starts shuffling a box around to lay things out, humming happily*

mitternacht (Mar 5, 2011 7:56:33 PM)
*The warehouse is decorated jovially with all sorts of childish handy crafts and the like. Paper garland and christmas lights strewn around the normally empty warehouse. There is a table with all manner of junk food from the salty to the sweet. There are chairs set up in the center of the room for people to sit in and perhaps for games later on. There are 6 fae childlings in the room 2 pooka (Speedy the turtle and Whip Tale the fox) A redcap childling and a sluagh childing 2 saytr twins (identical boys). It seems the childlings have sent the other children home and its only left to the fae children knowing the other kids will sleep it off ...and it will be just a dream to them. Also playing in the corner is a maiden that looks almost sidhe but she lacks the noble bearing of one. She plays her fiddle expertly her fingers moving with almost inhuman speed. http://quizfarm.com/images/1136192503elf.jpg She generally is playing irish reels.

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 7:58:31 PM)
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Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 7:58:42 PM)
*gets a ooooh face, and relaxes a bit more, adding what he brought to the pile. Feet tapping. Just a little bit*

mitternacht (Mar 5, 2011 7:59:14 PM)
*The jovial girl continues to play smiling happily to the little boggan the children are sitting around her feet watching her play.*

mitternacht (Mar 5, 2011 8:00:28 PM)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpOoPQ6JmbM (this is what she's playing but on fiddle.)

mitternacht (Mar 5, 2011 8:00:51 PM)
*her foot stomping along with the beat as she sways*

mitternacht (Mar 5, 2011 8:01:00 PM)
(This user is now known as Gyndellin)

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:01:37 PM)
*The children hooting and hollering along with it and clapping the sluagh childling looks just grouchy with fingers in her ears*

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 8:02:09 PM)
Slipping into the room, Hunter is actually modestly better dressed. Meaning she has a bra on beneath her wide necked jumper that slides down over her right shoulder, exposing her tattoos and a pair of jeans without damaged knees. Stopping and looking around at the children but still about to immediately jump into their revelries.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:02:42 PM)
*She jigs as she plays which is a feat in and of it self as she dosen't miss a beat playing*

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:04:03 PM)
*She finishes with a bright shining flourish...and chuckles. THe sluagh childing goes off into a dark corner to sulk. The saytr twins say to her in unison* Thank you! *The kids seem in better care they've bathed and look less starved Whip waves over at Antoine*

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 8:05:51 PM)
Hunter looks around, eyeing the chef and giving him an upnod before considering the festivities and at least looking for free food, figuring they likely won't have managed any alcohol.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:05:58 PM)
*The silver maiden goes on playing for the children watching her playing a little lower as Whip gets up and goes over to Antoine his little fox ears back a bit looking sheepish*

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:06:12 PM)
(Definately food Antoine brought some and so did kids mostly junk food)

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:06:25 PM)
(This user is now known as Whip Tale)

Whip Tale (Mar 5, 2011 8:06:44 PM)
*The redcap childling is macking on some cheetos scowling*

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:07:26 PM)
*nudges WhilTale* See? What'd you do?

Whip Tale (Mar 5, 2011 8:07:44 PM)
Ya think tha adults 'll get were tryin ta say sorry?

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:08:21 PM)
*Nods* I think so Cha Fox. *skritch*

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 8:08:33 PM)
Gazing at the redcap, Hunters eyes narrow for a time before heading to grab something to eat. She occasionally absently pulls at her top as though the looking good doesn't match inconvenience quite enough for her taste.

Whip Tale (Mar 5, 2011 8:08:55 PM)
*He leans into the scritch his tail swishin* We sorta tried ta make up fer what we dun but I dunno if its enough...

Whip Tale (Mar 5, 2011 8:09:15 PM)
*The little cap looks over at Hunter probably no more then nine years old he belches and continues eating*

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 8:10:22 PM)
Hunter just considers them all, trying to figure out which one of them would've beaten up Rashaan or whether in truth it took the lot of them. This lot are younger than him, almost all to a tee.

Whip Tale (Mar 5, 2011 8:10:43 PM)
*The silver haired maiden continues to play jovial music for the children her skirts a twirl her long ears twitching with the music she was a strange sort of sidhe.*

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:10:58 PM)
I think it's the tryin' that counts. Good music though?

Whip Tale (Mar 5, 2011 8:11:16 PM)
*He nods* Yeh...Gynellen fell outta a dragons butt...ta be here.

Whip Tale (Mar 5, 2011 8:11:21 PM)
(Gyndellin)

Whip Tale (Mar 5, 2011 8:12:01 PM)
straight from airin....or whatever tha is...

Whip Tale (Mar 5, 2011 8:12:34 PM)
*The girl switches instruments but is just as proficient with the irish flute as she was with the glorious moonlight ivory and mother of pearl violin*

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 8:14:30 PM)
Gazing at the sidhe-wannabe, Hunter tries to figure her out. Not even imagination such a pretty sort like her wanting to get her nails dirty ... "Why the fuck did I come here ..." More a mutter than anything.

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:14:51 PM)
*leaving the kidcap alone and with nothing else to cook or clean, dances. In the most odd manner* F'da eats! *giggling at Hunter*

Whip Tale (Mar 5, 2011 8:16:21 PM)
(This user is now known as Gyndellin)

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:17:02 PM)
*The strange woman continues to play her reel and then sets aside her instruments to go get a soda breathing out * I dinnae think tha wee uns wanted so much o me playin...*Her irish accent straight for the Emerald Isles*

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 8:17:13 PM)
Smirking to herself, she slowly starts to watch the sidhe, eyes narrowing and seeming to try to figure out what was making her spine tingle a little. Something was up with this ... and shes still trying to get her head around it.

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:17:56 PM)
*grins a little* You want to have fun to, yeah?

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:18:20 PM)
*She laughs* I 'ave fun playin fer people 's what I do...Travelin playin learnin new reels...

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 8:19:59 PM)
"Ya do d'ya?" Smirking as she makes her way up towards the woman, looking her slowly up and down. "You ain't no sidhe, what are you?" Blunt, yeah, good work Hunter.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:20:28 PM)
*She looked to Hunter* Goodness No! ah'm no shinin one...*she laughs* ah'm a Piskie..

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:22:03 PM)
A what-what?

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:22:15 PM)
Piskie...were frum tha Emerald Isles...

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:22:37 PM)
*She slowly sat down to sip her drink while the kids played with some hand drums she'd brought along for them to play with.*

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:23:59 PM)
Ye never seen non o me kind...*She looks to them curiously*

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:24:17 PM)
*shakes his head* Huh-uh. Y'got name?

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 8:24:24 PM)
"Don't have a fucken clue what a Piskie is ..." Narrowing her eyes and watching her. "Nah, no, why the hell is one ofyourkind in this shithole?"

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:24:33 PM)
Gyndellin of Stockstown Ireland.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:25:15 PM)
Interestin story tha...I was takin a short cut through tha dreamin ta get ta a reel session and stepped of tha path a wee bit fell along way and ended up ankle deep in tha bog outside o town...

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:25:36 PM)
Swamp.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:25:43 PM)
Ya tha

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:26:28 PM)
Lost me banjo in tha fall too...sad tha.

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 8:26:49 PM)
"And ... how long've you been about now?" Shaking her head and slipping the tips of her fingers into her jeans pockets.

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:26:56 PM)
*face scrunch* That is sad.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:27:31 PM)
*She looks sad for a moment her ears drooping a little * Tha little turtle kid o'er there told me o a party and 'ere I am....I fell out last night walked me way inta town...met some nice nobles in a boat...but they dinna seem ta like me too much tweren't trustin me words.

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 8:29:32 PM)
A quirk of an eyebrow and she gazes about before moving to reach for the redcaps arm. She near picks him up and starts walking him out. "We need to have a talk..." Teeth glinting to him and making sure he sure as hell gets that theres no "no" involved here.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:30:15 PM)
(pms) *The redcap growls but shuts up when the teeth show and goes where she's leading. The other children lost in their playing with the drums*

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:30:19 PM)
Huh. *lowering his voice* I t'ink someones' about to need a pillow for sittin' on.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:31:09 PM)
*She blanches* A switch in time saves jail time...*she chuckles at her joke her eyes blue eyes regaurding the boggan and she gets up to go into her pack and takes out a glass bottle sealed with wax offering it to him* A nip fer ya fer later...

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:32:22 PM)
I tink.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:32:47 PM)
*The liquid in the glass bottle shines amber gold and has little flecks of gold in it*

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:36:48 PM)
*ooooohs* Later?

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:37:23 PM)
*She nods* most certainly straight outta Boggy's Brag...made it hisself...I'm sure ye'll like it but be careful it's got a kick like a mule.

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:38:51 PM)
I'm...well, i don't drink alone.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:40:16 PM)
I'd be moren happy ta share a drink with ye and play some songs if'n ye like.

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:41:07 PM)
Later? We could go back to this one boat I know. Nice capn type.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:41:16 PM)
He dunnae like me.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:41:20 PM)
I met em last night.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:41:28 PM)
I think he dun know what I am so he dun trust me.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:44:16 PM)
*Speedy comes up slowly to sit and listen to the adults talk with his big black glassy turtle eyes his shell all decorated with crayons.*

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:45:55 PM)
Awww. Hmph.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:46:35 PM)
I know a pub we can drink in after hours...nice man by Daughtery owns it likes ta hear me playin...betwix you and me ...*she leans in to whisper* He likes me busom ta stare at.

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:47:10 PM)
*whispers back* That makes him a boy that's not dead. *blushes*

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:47:48 PM)
*She laughs a hearty light hearted sound and slaps her knee* Yer a cheeky one...*she gently shoves the boggan as the childling picks his nose watching the pair of them*

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:50:47 PM)
*She pauses in her talking and gives the kid a hanky out of her pocket*

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:52:21 PM)
*grins a little* Uhm...well...I'm just a little boggany guy.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:53:11 PM)
*Speedy takes the hanky and sticks it up his nose...she simply shakes her head leans over holding the hanky proper* Blow....*the kid does and she wipes him off and tucks the hanky in a pocket * Yeh...I know quite o few o yer kind back 'ome....

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:53:21 PM)
Boggy Brag's one o em.

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:54:25 PM)
*there's a tiny smile* He seems to make something good. *eyeing the flask* How's he get the flecky things in?

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:54:55 PM)
Ye ever heard o fae wine? Tha flecky things are part o tha dream...he dun tell me how tho

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:55:27 PM)
Oooooohhh....*note to self; don't chug it all*

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:56:01 PM)
*She smiles and claps him on the back*

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 8:56:34 PM)
That's a neat trick.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:57:56 PM)
I think so as well...I dun ask questions ah just enjoy tha wine. *She smiles brightly*

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 8:58:13 PM)
(pms A)

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 9:03:31 PM)
So how do ye tie in with the wee ones? *the turtle goes to eat some of the food as the sluagh childling scrawls in her diary the two saytr boys are still banging on the drums getting a decent beat going in unison of course*

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 9:04:24 PM)
*there's a little blanch at something* Well, they's...they tried to, uhm...scare us, but I kinda...well, I talked to the one. *toes the ground*

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 9:04:53 PM)
*She claps him on the back* Well look at you!

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 9:05:01 PM)
What?

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 9:05:08 PM)
*wide eyed suddenly*

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 9:05:22 PM)
Doin a good deed like a regular knight in shini armor...

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 9:05:34 PM)
((ack. Have to rn to the store, 5 minute warning)) *BLUSH*

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 9:05:50 PM)
((you can come and go as you please dear ill be here all night))

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 9:06:09 PM)
Ye may not be a swordly man but least ye got good character...*she grins to him*

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 9:06:36 PM)
I cook.

Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 9:06:48 PM)
alrighty then a knight with a shinin spoon

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 9:08:01 PM)
*nods and finds a corner to examine the brew* ((bbl!))

Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 9:08:04 PM)
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Gyndellin (Mar 5, 2011 9:10:07 PM)
(This user is now known as Childling Partygoers)

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 9:10:27 PM)
"Don't like him, not that way anyway." A smirk and shaking her head. "Maybe I should see that horse pooka, hes sure to be every girls dream ..." Smirking even more at her own words.

Childling Partygoers (Mar 5, 2011 9:11:01 PM)
*he looks at her like she's grown a second head* Eww...TMI Lady....either way...find those ye can tolerate.

Childling Partygoers (Mar 5, 2011 9:11:16 PM)
Hell even Silk...*motions to where the sluagh is* She gets out and she's a fuckin sluagh...

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 9:12:30 PM)
"Yeah, so she can sit in the corner and be fucken miserable. Guess you kids don't know enough about me after all. A girls gotta eat ... and that takes money."

Childling Partygoers (Mar 5, 2011 9:13:02 PM)
*He shrugs* We eat just fine...worlds our oyster...and she's not miserable...she's doin what she loves...while still round people.

Childling Partygoers (Mar 5, 2011 9:13:11 PM)
but its yer choice lady...*he gets more cheetos*

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 9:16:01 PM)
A shrug, looking at him before shaking her head and then perhaps to his surprise, reaching into one of her pockets and tossing him a chocolate bar. "Something better. Thanks for all the words kid. Next time, you're going to beat someone the hell up, do more than break a couple of ribs."

Childling Partygoers (Mar 5, 2011 9:16:29 PM)
*He frowns* I wasn't even there for that...*he catches the choco and puts it away*

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 9:17:41 PM)
A grunt of amusement and then giving him a nod, moving to grab some of the food and then turning to head off.

Childling Partygoers (Mar 5, 2011 9:17:57 PM)
*he simply lets her got the children continuing to play with the partygoers.*

Hunter Smyth (Mar 5, 2011 9:19:42 PM)
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Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 11:41:57 PM)
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Antoine Bourque (Mar 5, 2011 11:42:08 PM)
*peeeeerrrr))