[hr][center][h1][color=a187be]Natasha Brinne[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Dinning Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Charnobylisk] [@Aewin] Murphy and a Bowl Of Cereal
[b]Time/Date:[/b] A little after 7/August 1st, 2016
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	Tasha had wandered through the dining room and had a seat at her usual spot, setting the box of cornflakes and milk down on the table. Spooning some more into her mouth she took a moment to enjoy the peace that was quickly interrupted when Cera and Marc came in. She gave them a half hearted smile, trying to keep her lips pressed together so the oversized mouthful of food she was chewing on didn't dribble down her chin. She was so used to eating in a hurry she usually shoveled it in unless she was at some type of formal meal. Swallowing hard she took a sip of water and tried to give them a bit more of a welcoming greeting. Granted she didn't know either of them overly well but at least today she woke up feeling a little more like her old self and figured might as well run with it. 

	[color=a187be]"Morning Cera, Marc,"[/color] she said in a cordial a manner as she could muster. Tasha was actually a rather laid back individual but trading small talk with people she wasn't close to wasn't her forte. [color=a187be]"And yeah, I am beginning to think I just need to have water delivered daily in those big 20 gallon containers to I can take a bath. Probably be more reliable than our pipes,"[/color] she added in leaning back and smirking slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

	[color=a187be]"Nope, have the day off. Well hopefully. Long as nothing goes overly wrong today I should be okay. But I am on call for the outlaying villages, so who knows,"[/color] she said shrugging a bit. Hopefully she would get to relax today and just read out in the courtyard but being a doctor meant that you were never fully off duty. Things happened and when they did a doctor was the first person to be called.

	As Desh came in Tasha had to roll her eyes. The man was full of it but he could sell a curry popsicle to a woman in white gloves in the middle of an Indian Summer. She just shook her head slightly and then took note as Murphy came into the room and made a beeline for him. She had to laugh, this was a typical morning. Desh going on about things being perfect, Murphy quickly correcting him but it seemed this morning Murphy was a little more agitated than normal. Couldn't exactly blame him though from the sound of things. He was lucky he didn't get hurt this time. 

	Then she felt it, a jolt in her back and the last thing she saw was the cornflakes before her face was shoved into her bowl. Sitting up quickly she spat the food out of her mouth and coughed as she nearly choked on the milk that went up her nose. She was about to ring Desh's neck herself when he went running from the room. Picking up a napkin she went to clean her face off as Murphy came over. His words only made her smirk. 

	[color=a187be]"Is that so? Then, by all means I should share the beauty tip,"[/color] she chuckled as she picked up her bowl and turned it upside down, letting the contents pour out all over the top of Murphy's head and leaving the bowl on his crown like some deranged hat. [color=a187be]"Top of the morning to you as well."[/color]


	[color=a187be]"Hey Anya,"[/color] Tasha laughed as she crossed her arms back over her chest and watched Murphy sitting there completely in shock over what Tas had just done.