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Post by Faolin Riversong on Jan 5, 2007 21:24:30 GMT -5
Faolin muttered under his breath some sentence that contained "...Mind loss.....infusion of fly agaric......tisn't a dump, it's nice here!.....hmm"
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Jan 14, 2007 21:23:46 GMT -5
(OOC: lol, there's too many otters here.)
*Finnerator laughs at the joke, now realizing her mistake* We need to get nametags or something, else we'll all have our minds lost as that one over there put it. *The sea ottermaid waved a paw in Faolin's direction*
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Post by kai on Jan 19, 2007 20:06:36 GMT -5
* Kai gives a hearty laugh* Ha ha. well, 'ow are we all mates?
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Post by Gradd Cooksfur on Jan 21, 2007 15:06:50 GMT -5
*Gradd saunters in looking around with a grin on his face. The grizzled otter glanced around, seeing many new faces, and spotted Finnerator.*
Well, Finnerator Rudderbow, you 'ole seadog!
*He walked up to Finn and held out a weathered paw*
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Post by Padrina Star Riversong on Jan 25, 2007 20:04:15 GMT -5
*padrina coughs politely.* Erm...does anyone play the Hardanger fiddle?
OOC: Is anyone here norwegian and/or been to norway?
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Feb 1, 2007 14:43:15 GMT -5
*Before answering Kai's question, Finnerator spots another familiar face enter the large room. The ottermaid stands up to greet him, clasping the outstretched paw* Gradd! Great to see you again matey. Here, take a seat. *The otter says, pointing to an open chair at the table*
*Hearing Padrina's quiet cough and question, Finnerator grins* Well, I haven't heard of a Hardanger fiddle b'fore, but I do know how to play the fiddle, though me main instrument's the accordion. *The sea otter answered* Hang on a tick, I'll go fetch them. *Without another backward glance, the otter gets up and strides out of the room. A short moment later she returns, carrying a fiddle case in one paw and a significantly heavier accordion case*
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Post by Gradd Cooksfur on Feb 1, 2007 19:53:50 GMT -5
*Gradd lets out an over-exaggerted sigh, as he sees Finn go and get her instruments*
Oh, here we go....she's got 'er fiddle and accordion. You shouldn't 'ave started your inevitable fate, lass. You haven't 'eard this gel play....
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Post by Padrina Star Riversong on Feb 8, 2007 20:41:42 GMT -5
*Padrina smiles* I hope you know a Springar of the Highlands, or at least a reel, Faolin and I have been practicing for years! Hang on, we should go get the out-fits....
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Post by Faolin Riversong on Feb 8, 2007 20:43:32 GMT -5
*Faolin follows Padrina and exits out the doors to get ready.* Hold up!
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Post by Clearbrook on Apr 13, 2007 18:59:52 GMT -5
*Clearstream enters, with Clearbrook dragging her skirt as usual.* Clearbrook! Please get off my skirt! Yore draggin' the ends in the snow, gettin' it wet, then the ends drag in the dust an' dirt, makin' it look extremely ruddy! Ooohh, now don't cry, it'll be okey. *She grins apolgetically at the others in her presence.* Um... I'm sorry, but it's just that she always does this, an'... well, I'll stop me blubberin' an' sit down fer now. *She relaxes and sits, waitin' for the feast to begin.*
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Post by Clearbrook on Apr 13, 2007 19:04:19 GMT -5
Oooohhh! Is someone gonna play an instrument? Ohhh, Clearbrook, watch! There's gonna be a concert!
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Post by maybone on Jun 25, 2007 21:05:50 GMT -5
oh.... I...I... l...ove to.... list...en to musi...c *maybone studders* c...an I list...en...?
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Post by Gradd Cooksfur on Jul 18, 2007 11:49:17 GMT -5
*Gradd laughs, his paws holding his stomach*
I don't believe you'll be wantin' to listen. *Gradd lowers his voice to a whisper*
Run while you still can mates!
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Post by Tasna DeRud on Jul 18, 2007 12:09:53 GMT -5
*Tasna walks through the door and speaks with a tone of excitment.* A concert? Well, if I had know, I would've brought my viola with me. She looked over the group whom she wasn't familiar with.* Oh, hello. I'm Tasna DeRud. *She held out a paw to Gradd.*
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Post by Auburn on Jul 18, 2007 15:28:39 GMT -5
*It had been awhile since the group had been back to the fort, where they had first started off their journey. Many seasons ago, they had stayed here, the first place they had truly called home. A few seasons back, when the leader had left the fort, the four of them had packed up and left, not willing to stay and watch the fort die. Recently, they had met a traveler on the roads, who had told them the joyful news of the fort's revival. Quickly, Auburn, Amber, Saneth, and Silver had rushed back, hoping to meet some familiar faces once again. Sneaking through the front gates of the front like they used to, the four maids had followed their noses straight to the winter feast. They hesistated, unsure of their welcome. Finally, Auburn, the leader, took a small step into the room* "We're back!"
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