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Post by Bryce Langley on Feb 14, 2011 21:49:55 GMT -6
{oh you scoundrel} Quin returned the smile, making sure to keep his grip gentle but firm so as not to harm the stranger. "Nice to meet you, Pierre. Ah, pardon me for being so forward, but have you got a place to stay for the night?"
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Post by onasariel on Feb 14, 2011 22:12:12 GMT -6
Pierre blinked, shaking his head. "Non...I don't really know zis city...I do 'ave some money, I just need to find somewhere." he said shrugging. "I assume zere would be motel or somezing nearby." he smiled
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Post by Bryce Langley on Feb 15, 2011 1:04:47 GMT -6
The teacher nodded, nodding his head towards the door. "Yeah, there's a nice one about 3 blocks south by a Minotaur named Peter. I think he's the one Bryce is usually setting up newcomers in..." He trailed off, brow furrowing in thought. Funny how he hadn't seen the kindly brunette at the meeting... Maybe he'd had somewhere else to be? Quin shook his head, making a mental note to check up on his friend as he turned his attention back to Pierre. "Anyway, what I meant to say is do you have someplace /safe/ to stay. Nice as Peter is, I know he sometimes doesn't keep the best track of things. Just last month, he forgot to check if a guy had come in to meet the management, got in a whole heap of trouble."
{He's attempting to offer Pierre his couch cause he's a nice guy like that and he's worried about the newbie X3c}
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Post by onasariel on Feb 15, 2011 9:09:24 GMT -6
(I assumed that but I didn't want him being like oh thanks! and look like an idiot XD) "I would like someplace safe..." he admitted. He didn't want to end up like the victims.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Feb 15, 2011 10:07:33 GMT -6
Quin smiled, moving to get to his feet and offering the other a hand up. "Well, I've got a flat not to far from here, and you're welcome to the couch until we get you your own place. That sound alright?
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Post by onasariel on Feb 15, 2011 11:19:38 GMT -6
He blinked, soon grinning. "Sure! Zat sounds great!" he said happily. "'ow much do you want for rent?" he asked, tilting his head
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Post by Bryce Langley on Feb 15, 2011 14:42:30 GMT -6
The teacher paused, then laughed, shaking his head. "None, you don't need to pay me. It's just a place to sleep for now that's less likely to be broken into. I'll get you in contact with Bryce in the morning, he'll get you a place to stay."
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Post by onasariel on Feb 15, 2011 17:20:37 GMT -6
Pierre grinned. "Zank you so much!" he said, quite grateful for this.
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Post by Bryce Langley on Feb 15, 2011 19:08:00 GMT -6
"Someone did the same for me once. I figured it was time to repay the favor." Quin smiled, gesturing towards the door. "Shall we?"
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Post by Coraline on Feb 15, 2011 19:17:11 GMT -6
Coraline listens to most of the crowd down below her office. She looks at the crime scene and autopsy photos on her desk, frustrated by them. The door stays open, should anyone down below wish to come forwards with information.
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The city seems to be taking the murders in stride. Mundanes and otherworldlies seem to be working together, one making sure the other is alright.
On a corner not far from the Kaliedoscape, a dark-colored van turns to drive past the bar. It is gone by the time the bulk of the crowd leaves, though it leaves behind a faint smell of oil and rust...
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Post by onasariel on Feb 15, 2011 21:01:44 GMT -6
Pierre nodded, smiling. "of course!" he said
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Post by Bryce Langley on Feb 16, 2011 1:02:00 GMT -6
Quin led the way, missing the appearance of the strange van entirely as he led the newcomer to his small flat. It wasn't anything special, just a loft apartment conveniently close to the bus stop he used to get to the campus, though it was arranged into a strange halfway point between an actual living space and an artist's studio. The vast majority of the space was dominated by various art pieces, both finished and in progress, and intermingled amongst it all were pieces of a kitchen, something that vaguely resembled a dining area, and a corner of space that was obviously an office. "Pardon the mess, I've been rather busy with classes lately. It usually a bit cleaner than this..." The teacher frowned, picking up a half-finished canvas that had tipped over off of a tall stool.
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Post by Coraline on Feb 16, 2011 1:41:04 GMT -6
(just a note here - everyone can still interact in this event. Don't worry if two characters are going off on their own. Do your own thing. Wanna talk to Coraline? Go ahead. She's still in her office. Did your character catch sight of the van? Go for it)
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Post by onasariel on Feb 16, 2011 5:18:45 GMT -6
"Ah, you like art?" he asked, smiling brightly, going to admire the pieces. "Zey are very nice!" he said
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Post by Bryce Langley on Feb 16, 2011 11:07:36 GMT -6
{onasariel and I can carry over into a separate thread if you want us to, it's no problem} Quin laughed, crouching to pick up some stray tools that had gotten scattered across the hardwood floor. "You could say that, yeah. If I didn't like history so much, I probably would have been an art teacher."
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