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[color=B100de][i][b]Location: [/b][/i][/color]Shadowell Manor: Music Room (Couch Left)
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Clear out, clear out you louts. The general tone of the time, the doctor needed a clearing, and there hence appearing, a titan of a man ready oust them all. The gathered crowd was to disperse, as the crowds thinned, away they went First Rave, then Moss. The other woman, Penance was it that she stated, remained in the room thus far. Yet there came in attendance another begoggled and blue dressed, in her theater blues for the doctor's scrub nurse? Dealing with the doctor however came to an impasse, Plum did not trust his bird to be too far from his sight in this manor. Not while they were uninvited guests, and not while Mauve still roamed the halls. And certainly not while the meatheaded man jokingly made a reference to making a humble pie out of his friend. No, certainly not the bird would stay, infection or otherwise be damned.

And though a whistle rang through unrhyming lips, trying to get his bird's attention, it seemed Bram took its own fate into its own talons. Flying over to the Joyous Corridor adjourning through the open door on the far side of the room, the raven left Plum to the mercy of a mad doctor and his nurse. Either out of a twisted sense of loyalty to its master to leave, or more than likely since it could not understand Swamp: something else distracting it. Either way it seemed as fate would have it, the good doctor got his wish and now his operating theatre was clear, save for Penance wasn't it?

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"There, it is done. I shall have to discipline it later, I see..."
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