Frieda flicked her tail when she overheard thinly veiled condescending remarks flung in the direction of her friends. A small rumble, not unlike the sound of a Harley Davidson Motorcycle being ridden by a Raider fan but on a smaller scale as if the motorcycle was equipped with an electric sewing machine motor, issued from her chest and her eyes turned a darker shade of pink.

YAY! That online correspondence writing course "Writing Really Bad Beginnings To Your Novel" has paid off like striking gold in your toilet!!!

Tea_Roll pouting stomps away from Lion () muttering to herself, "Meanie Frenchy Mc Stick Stealer!" At the sight of , Tea breaks into a run past and glomps Witchy. "You has food!!! Mine!! You said CAKE!!"

You did just fine, she's a pretty fun character.

Willow blinks at the one called Alexis then with a grin growing on her face nudges May () next to her and both sit back to watch the show knowing wouldn't be very happy. Both lutes begin to play a faster song.

Teislyn couldn't help but laugh when Lion () came into the area pulling a disgruntled Tea () spouting off how it wasn't fair to be pulled away from her fun. She was about to head to the bar for some more drinks, when a small rumble came from the other side and she looked towards the smallish figure sitting next to her. () "Dearest, what is wrong?

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Frieda quickly composed herself, clutched Teislyn's elbow and tagged along toward the bar. "Oh, I...erm...oh well, I just got my ire up at something I overheard. It's not polite to take everything one overhears so...personally. I shall be fine after a tankard of..." she paused and looked up into Teislyns eyes. "I think I shall have a champagne, how about you?"

Sorn's red eyes glared at the child who would not leave him alone. "Cease your infernal prattling." He rolled his eyes at Witchy's comment, "It is Sorn. And I am not grumpy."

So annoyed, he didn't pay any attention to the Boreals

((and i think that catches me up. Still really not feeling great but at least I could manage a reply))

"Sorn! What an unusual name but I suppose it is fitting for an elf. Do you find it difficult to make friends? I sure do." Ebele didn't stop to take a breath as she continued to stick close to Sorn and pester him with comments, giggles, and smiles. She really was not good at following the hint to leave him alone. In fact, she felt even more drawn in due to her stubborn nature, and could not leave him alone even if he grew furiously angry with her.

"I often wonder what people do to make friends around places like this. I suppose it would be easier if they had things in common, like being the same age. You don't mind that I am much younger than you, right? How old are you anyways?" With a genuine smile Ebele looked into Sorn's hate-filled eyes and didn't even flinch. "You know I am glad that you decided to tell me your name, Sorn. Now we are one step closer to becoming friends." She took one small snip of a breath and continued on. "So what do you like to do for fun? Want to go look for something to explore on this huge ship? I do love checking out all my new surroundings before settling in." Ebele continued to bounce along beside Sorn, her joyous nature oozing out from every pore.

Sorn's glower turned nasty. "Do not call me an elf if you value your life. I am nothing like those light dwelling saps. I am a drow. Born of the darkness, Where I come that word means nothing. We do not have friends." Okay, so he had made friends since he came to the surface but the brat didn't need to know that. "I am over 400 years old and if you wish to see you next birthday you would do well to cease pestering me. For fun, I like to drag my knife down my victim, just enough to pour lava into them and watch as they smoulder and burn. The screams are most entertaining."

Chook slowly picks up the untouched glass of champagne, raising the drink to Willow ( ) and May ( ) she then, as tempted as she was to pour it over Alexis's head, drank it down in one large gulp.

Stop trying to slosh your alcohol all over the place. That is alcohol abuse.

Oh I agree. I think we can pretend outclass the rebels.

Loving your HA! I had a lot of fun writing that sequence even though he may be Frenchie McStick Stealer for the rest of NNN

, *Grabs the stool to 's left, ordering a small sherry for himself, a saucer of cream laced with brandy for Noel and something 90+ proof in a purple glass for , an aperitif was most certainly in order. He regards Freddie, he's never really seen her mad and wonders what fool said or did something to burn her baguette. He squeezes her hand lightly and whispers "What happened, petite soeur?"

Chook gazes as the couple walk to the bar. Lizabeth has an extraordinary beauty and a gracious gait. It is no wonder that Perry is besotted with her. But is there more to the couple than it seems?

scoffs and hits in the arm then laughs A couple that is in deep love with each other... Those Peary's haven't a real clue what it is.

What do you guys think of this couple? Have nothing on me and my wifey right?

"And what was this chance encounter, mon amour?" Lion whispers to Noel. "Was Msr Peary...indiscreet and his lover or a third party blackmailer threatened to expose the sordid affair to his bride or to the newspapers if his silence was not bought? Why would he cheat though? Lizbeth is his golden goose so to speak, she is beautiful and loves him and her talent and connections could unlock many doors for him. Eh bien, the heart wants what it wants. Come...let's go meet them!" Lion's arranged for dinner for our team to be brought to his stateroom that way we can discuss our takes on the caribou we've met. Also I'm hoping that Ben and his companion will be joining us for dessert and port

Vigorously pumps Perry's hoof and bows over Lizbeth's "Ah, Monsieur et Madame Peary! Such an honor to meet you both! Monsieur I cannot wait to see your next production, my Oncle and Tante still rave about your last one, they will be green with envy when I tell them I had the honor of meeting both of you in person, mais oui! Madam, I had the very great honor of seeing you perform years ago and the memory haunts me to this day*bows from the waist, kissing both her hooves and kisses Perry on both cheeks like a long lost brother

Giggling at 's restraint, Willow gives her a discreet thumbs up before glancing at the next couple. With a nod, she mutters to herself "Finally someone that looks like they should be here".

Taking out a journal from her rather large bag, Willow flips through scribbles of musical notes along with verses before finding a blank page. She then begins to write her impression of all seen so far knowing there is a good reason why the were here.

Loving this!

Go teams you rock!

flails pom poms

Kohkru glanced at the couple up and down for a moment from afar. There was what seemed a twinkle of love in their eyes. From his past experiences he knew how these power couple's usually go. But who knows? Maybe they'll last? Only time will tell.

Keeping his critical thoughts to himself, Kohkru maintained his distance from the pair. Their bond intrigued him and how well it will weather this cruise. Will it be smooth sailing or choppy seas for them?

Having been the first to encounter Mr. & Mrs. Peary of his group, the watcher kept mental notes to pass along to his fellow

manages not to spill my cocktail Our love is an epic, one for the ages, a story to be rivaled by no other. takes another drink What were we talking about?

This fancy smancy movie folk couple claiming to have deep love. Takes a shot of tequila nothing is like that of ours.