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Table three at the feast of the year
Loon
Posts: 379
11/2/2016
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Krawald comes in somewhat late to see a food fight in full flight, but table three, strangely, still empty. With a sight, they take a seat out of the path of the flying breadrolls and adjust their Harlequin's mask, which sports a long white nose and chequered cheeks. They pour themself a glass of wine and give little tidbits of mushroom to the kitten poking its head out of their white suit.
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My main character Krawald can be found at http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Krawald and welcomes all social actions bar photographers.
My alt Loogan Cuthoat can be found at http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Loogan~Cuthoat and welcomes all social actions bar cats and photographers.
My alt Ally Mooney can be found at http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Ally~Mooney and welcomes all social actions including patronage, though they are a bit confused by cats in boxes.
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Eglantine-Fox
Posts: 872
11/2/2016
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Eglantine doesn't even bother to see where the raven flies off to; it's enough that it's gone. They contemplate being sociable and visiting another table, but decide that no, they'd much rather wait here for their tablemates to turn up. They dip into a pocket and lift out a small book, beginning to read.
No companions? No conversation? That's all right. The book will be sufficient company for now. It's not the most social gesture, but isn't Hallowmas one of those times where the rules are different? You can do all manner of things, when you're wearing a mask.
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Eglantine Fox, the charming and androgynous Correspondent, teetering between hobbies of seduction and self-destruction.
Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite).
Isidore Day, an up-and-coming London gentleman. All allegations of wrongdoing are categorically denied.
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