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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**