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[hr][b]Location:[/b] BEH Courtyard
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Lady Amalthea] [@Salrynn] [@Aewin] [@POOHEAD189]
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Late Afternoon/August 1st, 2016
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As Cera helped Tas get up off the flat of her back, Marc continued to roll around laughing and it took him a good while to get up off the ground, his fingers wiping away tears of sheer unadulterated joy from his eyes. He walked over to where Areum was still laughing and gave her a smile before hooking his arm around her shoulders, giving her a side on hug. [color=2B942B]“We need to dance Gangam Style at the bar tonight. I can’t believe we didn’t think of it before!”[/color] He gave her a gentle and playful little shake as he held her with his arm. It was a very peculiar looking sight to see the two of them side by side considering there was almost a full foot difference in their height. 

Whilst he stood beside Areum, Marc watched as Alcander wandered in behind them before darting off again for a moment. When he returned he had an apple and a glint in his eye. He watched on as Alcander successfully tried to trick the goat whilst speaking to it in a mystical moon language (which Marc probably presumed was his native tongue). Then he watched as he man handled the poor animal and lifted it from the ground. Well that was rude, the poor little goat was just having some fun.

Ananya was soon quickly in the mix and she successfully managed to leash the little fella. Marc recalled the name that Cera had yelled about the goat earlier and felt a little sad. Poor Mr. Clops, he was going to end up in tonight’s dinner no doubt. He watched as Ananya led the little guy away with her scarf. He felt bad for Mr. Clops but he didn’t think that there was much that he could do. The little guy’s fate was in Ananya’s hands now.

Marc glanced over and saw Murphy walking into the courtyard with a look of utter confusion plastered on his face. [color=2b942b]“Yo Murph! You missed the fun!”[/color] He gave a wave and then turned to Areum. [color=2b942b]“You are coming out tonight, right? CANDER! ANYA! You guys too, right? We all need to go out!”[/color]

Marc’s phone had been cycling through music as the scene continued during his laughing fit and was now playing [url=https://youtu.be/7PCkvCPvDXk]Meghan Trainor’s – All About That Bass[/url] and he heard Tas shouting profanities at Murphy. Turning around and seeing the scene, Marc couldn’t help but snort as the song came on exactly at the moment where Murphy snatched up Tas and threw her with her ass high in the air. He was gone yet again and fell about laughing, his body slumping to the ground as it no longer held the strength to keep him. His fists pounded on the tiles and he struggled to breathe.
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[hr][b]Location:[/b] BEH Courtyard >> Apartment 9
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Lady Amalthea]
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Late Afternoon/August 1st, 2016
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Grasping Tas’s hand, Cera helped her sit up and she gave her a sympathetic smile. She really did look beaten up, Cera wondered what a doctor could possibly do to get so battered. She glanced over to the entrance to the courtyard when she heard Murphy’s voice. A bashful smile started to show but she did her best to control it. That’s when her stomach took hold and began to tell her that she felt sick. She knew it was just the anxiety but it didn’t make it hurt any less unfortunately.

She listened to the exchange between the two and kept silent, she didn’t want to interrupt but the mention of a cave raised some questions. However, just as she took a breath to speak Murphy spoke to her and all thoughts left her brain momentarily. She gave a general nod and gulped down the nerves as she ran off to the kitchen as she heard Tas giving Murphy an earful. 

Cera ran into the kitchen and almost knocked one of the kitchen staff into the sink as she darted past. [color=9B6EB3]“Main bahut sharminda hoon!”[/color] She waved to him as she darted between some other people that were working away in the kitchens. 

She reached the freezer and began to gather ice into a bowl before grabbing a few small towels to put them in. She darted around the poor soaking wet boy she’d just knocked into and handed him one of the three towels she’d grabbed. 

She held a grimace as she spoke, one eye scrunching shut in embarrassment. [color=9B6eb3]“Yahaan. Paanee ke lie. Main phir se maaphee chaahata hoon.”[/color] Bowing her head slightly, she made off for Apartment 12 where Murphy had no doubt escorted Tas by now. She gave the group a glance as she darted past them, smiling to anyone that caught her eye and ran up the stairs to the third floor.

As she reached the room she knocked on the door twice before stepping inside. She had the bowl of ice in her left hand and the towels were draped over her right shoulder. They were already beginning to melt so she walked over to where Murphy had placed Tas and put the bowl down on the nearest surface. She grabbed handfuls of ice and put them into a towel, bundling it up and offering it to Tas. [color=9B6eb3]“That looks sore. What was that I heard ‘bout a cave earlier?”[/color] She raised a quizzical eyebrow towards Tas as she awaited the story.
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[color=9B6EB3]“Main bahut sharminda hoon!”[/color] – I’m so sorry!

[color=9B6eb3]“Yahaan. Paanee ke lie. Main phir se maaphee chaahata hoon.”[/color] - Here. For the water. I’m sorry again.
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