Lady Absinthia

🦄 The Best Exotic

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Natasha Brinne

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Location: Dinning Room
Interacting With: @Charnobylisk @Aewin Murphy and a Bowl Of Cereal
Time/Date: 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.

"Morning Cera, Marc," 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. "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," she added in leaning back and smirking slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"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," 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.

"Is that so? Then, by all means I should share the beauty tip," 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. "Top of the morning to you as well."

"Hey Anya," 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.

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@Aewin @Charnobylisk There, last post of mine - The set up has begun.

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

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Natasha Brinne

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Location: Parking Lot
Interacting With: Via Text: @Charnobylisk : In Person: @rougelily @Legion02

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Natasha took note of Alex as he came up; had she been in a better mood she would have chuckled at his overly apparent attempts to ensure she had taken note of him. Granted with everything that was going on and the mood that she was in she had to admit she was grateful he took the time to make sure she didn't get startled. In her current mood she might have ended up decking her second person this morning. When he opened the door and spoke she nodded slightly, just resting her head back on the head rest.

"Sure thing, glad for the company," she said in a weary voice, trying to half force a smile but in the end she just let it fade. Her fake smiles came off as creepy and not reassuring. She wasn't exactly the best at putting on any type of facade other than just going stone cold ice. Right then she was too tired mentally and physically to even try just then. "We'll leave in a little bit, waiting on Kip to join us and Cass to drop off her bags."

Reaching over to her phone she started to go through her various playlists but had to stop when her phone signaled that there was a message. Checking it she perked a brow, that was a bit of an unexpected thing. Someone wanted to take her to dinner? What was she up to? Oh who cares, free dinner and small talk with someone she really didn't know. Better than one of the people in the group she was closer to that would probably press her to talk about things she really didn't want to deal with right then.

To Cass:
Yeah, sure. Anything but Korean or with Lemons.

Tas sent the text through and went back to going through her playlist. She wouldn't mind food, she never did but after everything that went down with Sam the last thing she wanted was to be reminded of him; so that cut out anything flavored with lemons or anything Korean cuisine period. Another incoming text stopped her playlist searching and she responsively chuckled at Kips question of what an Alex was. She opted to wait to explain until he climbed into the car. Once he did she pointed over to Alex.

"That's an Alex. Alex, this is a Kip," she said with a smirk as she lowered her hand. "Soon as Cass brings us her luggage we can head out. Oh and Kip.... I know your finger is itching to *click* - go ahead, just no instragramming, facebooking, interneting or any publications okay?" she said in a rather understanding voice. She knew how Kip was with his photography. Long as he didn't go posting them away to everyone she didn't mind. It was his way of dealing with stuff.

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Claire McManuc

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Location: Mighty Bean
Interacting With: In Person: @lydyn @SgtEasy @ChaoticFox @Charnobylisk(Either speaking with or in the vicinity of)

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Claire looked over to Cass and nodded a bit as she clamored to her feet and dusted herself. Reaching over she grabbed a napkin to clean up the blood and let out a rather frustrated huff. "Yeah, that sounds like a good call. Could you take my stuff out there? I really don't want to get tackled by Doc Glacier right now and pummeled," Claire said as she rolled over her suitcase to Cass. "Not that I wouldn't deserve it."

Collapsing into a booth she groaned. Today had turned out to be a bad start. Well perhaps not bad entirely, least she knew Tas was okay; relatively speaking. Tas was breathing, so that was good, and apparently still had some strength and fight about her; enough to knock Claire on her back end. Which was saying something, the Irish Rose was not one to go down easy.

From: The Boston Banshee
Have you heard from Tas yet?

The message made Claire smirk, of course Murphy was messaging her about Tas. He had been nearly every couple of hours since she had called him asking if he had heard from her. The man got nearly as worried about Tas as he did when Claire was in the ring. Not that he thought that either woman couldn't take care of themselves but he was that way with anyone he gave two shits about. Claire he adored because she was his only sister. Tas on the other hand he had kind of developed a crush on the first time he met her. Since Nat's party that had really gotten to be much more than a simple crush. Working with Tas and Claire for her finals he had been talking to Tas more, working on songs with her, videos and such. Crush had escalated into something much deeper.

To: The Boston Banshee
Yeah, she's back here in San Fran but seems a lot has gone down. She seems to be... Nevermind, I'll explain later when I call you tonight after we get to Disneyland. Let's just say your Russian Sparrow's feathers seem to be ruffled; like she went through a hurricane.

Hitting send Claire slipped her phone back into her pocket and rested her head down on the table as she waited for Cass to take care of the bags. Hopefully Tas wouldn't chuck her luggage out the window on the highway. Least riding with Cass would mean she wouldn't get left on the side of the road. So that was good wasn't it?

Growing Up | It's Anything But Simple

@SgtEasy Is that a good my God or a bad my God?

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@Aewin Yeah and with Tas's luck when it comes to shit going wrong it will end up being Titanic 2.0

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@SgtEasy Well as long as someone in the group doesn't go get hurt, go psycho or anything Tas might actually be able to finally take a moment to breath.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

For those that watch the series and don't care about spoilers, during the show you can find some of us here talking about it.

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@Aewin Thought you might like, lol

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@Aewin Well with all the crap Tas is going through, thought you might like my avatar and title update.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@SgtEasy Sgt, you are close to being the next removed... You're on the line for the limit and said a couple of days ago you would get a post up. You have been plenty active, so you need to post within the next four to five hours.

@Plasma You made it in right under the line... I had yours typed up.

People, you know the rules and agreed to them when you submitted your CS's. This will be the last time I let people know they are close to the limit. It is your job to keep up. 2 posts per seven days is the requirement. Others can attest that if you keep me up to date on what's going on with you - here in ooc or via pm, I will cut you slack. Not saying anything just gets me to counting down the clock.

(Posting in OOC talking away tells me you have time to post and no inspiration is not an excuse - that is stated in the rules.)

Not being a hard Ass, just enforcing what I set forth for this Rp and holding you to what you agreed to.