**I smelled the flower as it brushed my cheek and I smiled. Then I heard the whisper so near my ear and I knew it was you. Raphael and the others would never have let anyone else get so close. My lashes fluttered open and I turned to you.**

You, Tarik, are biased.

**I turned my body a bit on the bench to look at you then and cant my head, deep eyes gazing at you as my face glowed in the evening light. Or was it something else?**

Are you following me, hmmm?

looking in

then prayers n good karma offerings shall continue.
best of luck dear
may God watch over n bless the folks n guide the procedure to success

slave in her heavy collar
polishing each piece of metal in the room

She really wished she had the coin to do some shopping when they stopped at the towns they stopped at. She didn't buy frivolous things of course. She didn't need things such as that. She saved all the pretty gowns and hair accessories and jewelry and such for the pretty women who needed them. She did, however, have a love for fruit and olives. She adored olives. Pickled things really. And wild beast could not drag it out of her, but she truly loved flowers. Not that she would buy flowers, what good would that do her out here? But fruit she would.

And blackwine. She wanted some. That was crazy expensive though. She certainly could not afford that indulgence. She gave a soft sigh. Water it is. She's not drinking paga that is for sure. Disgusting stuff is that. Taste like swill. Rather drink water from a mud puddle than paga.

I had followed her, unbeknownst to her. I just loved looking at her, the way she walked, the way she interacted with people. To me it just made me love her all the same. I had a scroll board with me, tucked under my arm, and there were things that we needed to go over, together.

This was something different, that we had been putting off for just to many reasons, as there was always something that got in our way, that distracted us, something. Not tonight, I made a point to find her, and to follow her, and lucky for me it wasn't to some lovers house but, here we were, in the garden and I figured, this a good place as any to have he sign on the dotted line.

I would make my approach slowly and quietly, picking a flower as I passed some on my way to her. I raised it to my nose and it had a rich fragrance to it, that I appreciated. I came up behind her and I reached forward and dragged the flower peddles along the side of her face slowly while whispering in her ear.. "Though art the most fairest of them all." I pressed a gentle kiss to that small spot just below her ear lobe.

Game over!

Final scores:

missyjo : N/A

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missyjo has started a new game with the following players:
missyjo

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Mazatlán, Mexico
Hearing that you'd preemptively made an example to the underlings and would-be power players, you draw a smile from the usually hardfaced man.

"¡Excelente! A firm hand to start is good at keeping everyone revisado."

Listening as you talk about the interests in more product, he tilts his head slightly.

"Eastern Europeans? Are we talking Russians or others?"

When you ask about how quickly he could respond if you needed help with a situation in The City.

"Depending on the size of the problema, I could have assets to help in 24 hours."

NC Outskirts
A sympathetic nod. He can't entirely imagine what it's like, being in them. "Ah. I am keeping tabs on them. It's - I'm sorry, it's not how I want to know things about you, or any of my friends. I just know that once the information is out, it's out. People with less compunctions than me will, um, will not hesitate to use them for their means, and the only way to counteract it is also knowing, y'know?" He hopes that made sense.

You couldn't have known. If he were better at reading people, he might even tell you that. "There's a fair bit in there. The stuff on Iridia seems weirdly hateful and inaccurate, especially um, compared with the rest."

Three more? He will accept them, and carefully pocket those, too.

"I can make sure they get them. I will, I mean. Best you have good ways of staying in touch, um, in case you need it, but also just because." Isolation is awful.

Fox. "I've met Fox on the Net, but not in person. Nobunaga has, though, so he can pass it along. Or, um, we work together on the Net, so I can reach out to her there?" As Cellophane, he means. He isn't going to say it out loud, though.

It feels a little uneven, the increasing tipsiness on your end, and the lack on his. Enough so he does actually take a sip, and pulls a face as he forces himself to swallow, coughing a little. He doesn't drink a lot of harder stuff. Clearly. And his optics promptly start warning him of toxicity.

"I can try. I can't guarantee, but I can definitely try. Who do you want me to find?" His voice is softer, because while he isn't adept at reading people, this request has a different feel.

looks in again

Doc's disappearance is certainly tacenda.

missyjo has started a new game with the following players:
missyjo

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**I walked into the gardens after a long day in my office. I needed to get out of the main hall for a bit and breath some fresh air. Raphael had gathered up a few guards and had them spread throughout the gardens so I could walk about without worrying about someone trying anything. There were still a few people upset over the Clovus mess that were trying to cause trouble. We were slowly persuading them to our thinking. But trust had been broken and I knew all too well how hard it was to trust again. The day had been tedious. I'd spent a lot of time with Stefan, my lead on the Merchant's Guild, about this proposal for trade we'd received. I wasn't sure about it, all things considered. So strolling through the gardens, new blooms splashed all over, the warm aromas of the different plants and flowers, all was very relaxing. I found a bench near the fountains and took a seat, my gown spreading out about me, elegant, rich, well made and fitting me perfectly. I leaned back and closed my eyes for a few ehns.**

looking in

If he was Big Red did that make her little red? She lacked a hood. The name did not seem fitting, or maybe it did. Little red traveling with wolves? Ah the irony. She snorted a bit at the thought. Polaris should not have told her all those Earth stories when she was a child. They always pop into her head at the worst times.

She just hoped she did not get eaten by the Wolves. At least she did not have a grandmother around. She slung a bota of water off her shoulder and paused for a drink of water before continuing on. She did wonder how much further they would travel tonight. Did he even truly have a destination in mind or were they just going to continue playing reverse robin hood in the woods?

Green gaze isn't fazed by the task ahead of me, granted, much of it will be unpleasant, but then so was my job a lot of the time, until payday hit. Then, it was all worth it. This is no different, there's just some physical labor involved.

We wouldn't be having this conversation PC if you thought I was going to blow it. Those my friend, are facts.

Catching the new scratchy potato sac with my free hand. Apparently I'm a good catch as well, read into that what you will. Holding it up over me like I'm trying on a new fancy outfit, for a very important date.

It's clean and everything.

Letting it drop into my lap again as I sip from the flask and empty it, handing it back to it's rightful owner, undoubtedly to be refilled once you depart.

Thank you for the Scotch. Tilting my head for clarification about this white shift.

Why would one be out of their white convict shift? I'm not following. If you're going to be whipped for it, why would it be off?

poof