[hr][center][h1][color=fff79a]Claire McManus[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Tapri
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@POOHEAD189] [@Pundii]
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Morning/August 2nd, 2016
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	Claire looked over to Joel and chuckled before elbowing him in the ribs. [color=fff79a]"Man you know I don't fucking speak the tongue. If I did I would be rambling it off already. Like my big mouth can stay shut,"[/color] she teased as she looked around and waved her arm in the air to get a waitresses attention. Once she was sure the woman had at least seen her she turned her attention back to the men with her. Perking a brow slightly when Alc mentioned that he fenced. That wasn't something she was expecting. 

	[color=fff79a]"Fencing? Now, do ya be doing it with all that padding and those mesh masks that look like a bee keeper on steroids like ya see late at night during the Olympics? Or we talking duels for honor out in a morning fog in France?"[/color] she asked, a bit excited to talk about a sport that was a fight of sorts and a little bit teasing with the mention of duels. She was waiting for an answer as the waitress came up but her phone went off and she pulled it out rather annoyed to be interrupted but suddenly stood up. 

	[color=fff79a]"Shit, be me manager. Joel, order fer me will ya? Ya know what I'll eat,"[/color] she said as she stepped away from the table to take the call. Sure Joel would know what Claire ate, she ate pretty much anything that got put in front of. She wasn't picky and willing to try anything. Their time in Paris had proven that. She had tried everything from street fair to snails and then playing with the shells. 
	
[hr][center][h1][color=82ca9d]Murphy McManus[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Dinning Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Tasha, [@Charnobylisk]
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Breakfast Time - August 2st, 2016
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	Tasha glanced over towards the new comer and Murphy chuckled at Cass's reaction, reaching over and rubbing the back of her neck gently a bit. [color=82ca9d]"Damn girl, you're more of a danger to yourself than Mr. Clops is to Tasha,"[/color] he laughed and then froze as he felt the cold chill of milk hit his head and roll down his face as he was once again assaulted by Tasha's breakfast. He looked over to with his mouth agape with the bowl still sitting on his head. 

	[color=a187be]"It's a good look for you. Corn Flakes A La Irish,"[/color] she sneered as she leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest. 

	Reaching up he took the bowl off his head and chuckled, leaning forward and looking as if he was preparing to pull a wet dog and shake himself off all over the girls. Tasha kicked back on the floor and sent her chair sliding back a good few feet. She wasn't going through that again. 

	Murphy looked over towards Cass as she stood up, cereal stuck to his cheeks and the top of his head. [color=82ca9d]"Don't ya be going too far Lass, wants to be taking some folks out on the town later,"[/color] he said with a smile and a wink towards her. Tuesdays were usually the days that he took visitors out to soak up some of the sites during his lessons. Might as well see if the new people wanted to tag along. Was better than sitting around the hotel waiting for it to cave in on them.