Firnost Freehold

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What appears to only be an abandoned, run down warehouse to the untrained mortals eyes is to Fae eyes a lovely bed and breakfast, almost New England in style and charm. (This is a Changeling Chat Room)

There are 0 people here The most recent statement was made about 15 hours ago.

Joanie Shaw (satyr wilder): No. Probably not a haiku either.

Jacob Michel d`Alençon: Haiku? Not precisely my style. *ponders* Actually, were I to compose one, it would probably be considered a hate crime.

Joanie Shaw (satyr wilder): *she giggles* That would not de-escalate. Do you play music?

Jacob Michel d`Alençon: *snickers, then realizes Joanie's serious* Oh, that hurts...

Joanie Shaw (satyr wilder): Sorry. *she smiles * Like I said: I haven't visited much before.

Jacob Michel d`Alençon: Oh, it's not your fault. It simply means I have been neglecting to pay proper attention to my reputation during my self-imposed exile.

Joanie Shaw (satyr wilder): I'll share with people if you tell me?

Jacob Michel d`Alençon: *pats himself down, clearly there's nothing on him* Perhaps I should start by finding my guitar? *looks down at his feet* Or my shoes.

Joanie Shaw (satyr wilder): Did you have them when you went to sleep?

Jacob Michel d`Alençon: *uncertainly* Yes? Perhaps? Clearly it has been some time...

Joanie Shaw (satyr wilder): They might be where the couch went. Just a guess.

Jacob Michel d`Alençon: *snaps fingers* Ah! A reasonable deduction. But then if it's not over there... *slow realization as he turns to stare at the gloves* Oh no...

Joanie Shaw (satyr wilder): *she turns towards the gloves.* Not funny.

Jacob Michel d`Alençon: I suppose I ought to start working on that song then... *flops down onto the coat pile*

Joanie Shaw (satyr wilder): Yeah, seems like it.

Jacob Michel d`Alençon: Now I have to come up with some rhymes for 'mischief'.... *settles in to ponder a few couplets* ((That's probably it for me tonight.))

Joanie Shaw (satyr wilder): (OOC; Same) A slant rhyme might do. *she sits next to him to brainstorm*

Jacob Michel d`Alençon: ((Have a good night then. ^_^ *poof*))

Joanie Shaw (satyr wilder): (OOC: Thanks, that was fun)

Dev Blackheart (Wilder Sidhe): OOC **peers**

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Firnost Garden (0)
Behind the freehold for an acre or so stretches a delightful green garden. Stone paths twist around the cacaphony of delicately manicured flowerbeds and wild explosions of roses. A small stand of willows bends to touch the surface of a clear pond where brightly colored fish occasionally break its still mirror. Only fae or their Enchanted guests can find their way through the doorways into the garden. (This is a Changeling chat room.)
The Streets of Necropolis (0)
A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.
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