[center][h1][b][i][color=87CEFA] Amber May[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Location[/b]: Best Exotic hotel; Room → Dining room
[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@Lady Amalthea][@Charnobylisk]
[b]Time/date:[/b] Late Morning, 2nd August 2016.
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Somehow, luckily, the young Scot managed to come out of her latest incident unscathed, well this ‘unscathed’ thing seemed to overlook the on the right side of the bottom of her chin. Amber gave a sigh as she inspected it in the grubby ageing mirror that was supplied in the bathroom. At this stage in her life she was used to bumps and bruises anyway and even getting away from American life didn’t end it. She then proceeded to wash her hands. With the interesting sounds the tap made Amber was surprised there was running water at all. This hotel was a just a huge trip hazard, probably not a suitable nature for clumsy girl.

After a long flight Amber wasn't in the mood for leaving her bed even, however, she wasn't quite content with sleeping at the early hour so she decided to wander the hotel. Having a tour now would benefit her later anywhy, right? It wasn't long, however, before she found the dining room. Good, food and rest were two of her top priorites at this point. She strolled in naturally, however, when one is greet hearing someone threatened to tip cereal onto another-not the best of entrances. Her eyes flew to the pair [color=87CEFA]"I take it this us bad timing,"[/color] she says before following it with a mumbled [color=87CEFA]"Sorry,"[/color]