The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78 
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 7, 2016 10:52:07 GMT -8
Alan wasn't sure as to whether or not they had a health department, but decided not to mention it. After all, this was too much fun to let go so quickly. It wasn't every day that someone thought they drank breast milk. Ellen's, no less.
"Oh, let's be reasonable here, Ma'am. I gave you the first glass of milk available, as it seemed that you were in desperate need of a glass of milk. And besides, wasn't it good? You seemed to enjoy it well enough. How's the taste? Is it richer? Creamier?"
He chuckled, still leaning on the counter. Ellen glanced over briefly, but he waved her off and she turned away.
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Osma Gaiman
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Roleplay posts: 193 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 10:58:46 GMT -8
Osma was not a Ma'am. She was not old enough yet to be a MA'AM and even when she was a MA'AM she would look so young and beautiful that no one would know it. Her right eye began to twitch. "Miss. Miss I am a Miss if you want to call me anything."
She could give away her disguise by demanding he call her by her title and her real name, despite having previously threatened him with " who she really was".
He was jabbing at her, trying to get her to remember the taste. Osma made a sour face and glanced to the Dragon's Roar drink still on the bar. Was it worth the burn to get ride of the taste of milk? Osma had not been found of milk since her childhood. Her stomach flipped and made a loud noise. She placed a hand to quite it. Her eyes closed. A hand jutted out.
She pinched his lips between her two fingers. "Why?" The taste of bile in the back of her throat gave her pause. "Do you keep breastmilk in a glass. Blaaah." She gagged and swallowed it with a shudder. "Behind the bar?"
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The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 7, 2016 11:14:10 GMT -8
"Mmmph."
Alan struggled against her fingers, eventually prying his lips out of her hand. Of course, he immediately reverted back to his innocent grin. The woman was being difficult and somewhat violent, but that wasn't a problem at all.
"Well, Miss, we at the Midnight Sun are dedicated to quick, efficient service. We keep whatever the customer may wish for within easy reach. Sometimes, that means keeping a glass of chilled breast milk from one of our head bartenders within easy reach. Don't worry, Miss. It's freshly squeezed."
Squeezed? Was that the right term? Alan didn't know. He'd never milked a cow, and had absolutely never squeezed milk out of a woman's breast. He had squeezed juice out of lemons, though. It was the same concept, wasn't it?
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Osma Gaiman
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Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 11:21:04 GMT -8
Freshly Squeezed!
OHHHH! He was a horrible person and the realization of it showed on her face. Everything mashed together in a sour expression. Her eyes disappeared as her cheeks moved up. Her nose wrinkled, her lips twisted."Which bartender?! YUG! What kind of place is this?"
Was this a fetish den? Would she turn around and see a topless waitress, massage her breast from the base of her breast forward, to spurt milk into someone's coffee? As a midwife, Osma knew the basic idea on how to get a baby to feed.
"You are such a horrible person! Why would you serve it to anyone else?! You could have given me another glass of water. I would have rather waited for the milk COW to be milked than this!" Forget being a lady. Osma hunted along the bar for a napkin, but Goddess only knew what they used them for here. She picked up her skirt instead and wiped her tongue off on it.
"Yug! It's like I've eaten a person. I should have you fired, or quartered or whipped or make you drink something equally horrible." Her tongue, now dry, smacked against her pallet.
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The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 7, 2016 11:34:33 GMT -8
Alan did his best to hold himself together, but couldn't suppress a slight chuckle. It was just too funny, watching this woman go on and on. Who would have thought this would elicit such a reaction? He'd have to try this some other time, it was just so much fun. This was why he loved this job so much; customer interactions made his life so much better.
"Oh, I'm sure it's not nearly as bad as all that. It got rid of the burn, now didn't it? Wasn't that the whole point in the first place? Besides, I'm sure babies do it all the time. Do babies eat people? I don't think so."
He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself and keep from collapsing on the floor in laughter. It was a struggle, but he managed.
"However, I see that you're upset. Well, don't worry, Miss. Tell you what...the milk is on the house."
Once more, he flashed his shiny white teeth in his most innocent smile. People had always told him that he had a nice smile, although they were usually drunk.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 11:42:18 GMT -8
He was trying so hard not to laugh that he was laughing. Osma sour face turned into a glare. "PAYING FOR IT!" she snapped as her hand went to her hip.
Ohhhh, jump back. The hips were getting involved. "I am not paying for any of it." She tossed her hand at the Dragon's Roar. Raising her chin, she put her other hand on her hip. She was red eyed and her skin tone was uneven at the moment, but she was still really fucking hot.
"Put my money on the counter."
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The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 7, 2016 12:11:31 GMT -8
Alan gave an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. This woman was more fun than he'd anticipated! Who could have guessed that his day would go so well? If he'd known she would act like this, he would have served her sooner.
"I'm so sorry, Miss. We're unable to refund alcoholic drinks, once consumed. It's a bar-wide policy, nothing against you in particular. However, if you're so displeased with the Dragon's Roar, may I offer you a different drink at a 50% discount? Perhaps something else to change the taste in your mouth? We serve many drinks here, not just Dragon's Roar and, er, milk."
Once more, he slid the menu towards her hand invitingly.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 12:35:51 GMT -8
OH. NO. No He Did NOT. He just did. He just refused to give her money back for a drink she only too a sip of and then, offered for her to pay any % of another drink! That that she thought she needed the money. It was a matter of principal. Osma's jaw cracked as she rotated it like a snake's. Her shoulders also rolled, flushing out her chest. If this bar was not between them her foot would have been shoved so far up his ass... It occurred to her that perhaps, she was not going about this the right way. Osma found very little resistance in her life. A bat of the eye and BOOM, she got what she wanted. This should be no different. At her first outrage, someone should have manifest at her side and fixed this problem for her. Oreo, her nickname for the Commander of Th-Something army had said that if she wanted someone taken care of... "What did you say your name was again?" Osma canted her head as he eyes moved down his form. She pushed hair off her shoulder and just so happened to tug at the edge of her chemise, showing some of her collar bone. "Alan! Alan. You see," she placed her finger tips on top of the menu and moved it back towards him. "My stomach just can't handle any more of what you have to pour. You've been so...." Hideous. A complete pain in the ass. "...reliable to serve up to this point. I really would appreciate it if you would just..." Open that fucking till and give me what is mine. "...give me back what is mine." ( Orocles) |
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The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 7, 2016 13:26:52 GMT -8
Aw. The woman had started to be polite for once, which meant the fun was probably over. It wasn't as funny to irritate polite people. Alan was disappointed, but all good things had to come to an end. Besides, it was fun while it lasted.
"Well, since you asked so nicely...I suppose I could give you a partial refund. Not a full one, mind, as you did consume some of it. But let's say...three moons back of the five. How's that sound? Actually, let's make that four. Four moons of your original five. That's very reasonable, isn't it?"
Meanwhile, Ellen finished with her other customer and wandered over to see what all the commotion was. It wasn't often that customers got so angry at people who'd just given them alcohol.
"What seems to be the problem over here, hmm?"
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 14:15:59 GMT -8
A partial refund was not what she asked for. Osma got what Osma wanted, damn it. Her mouth opening in a soft O shape, which seemed to always make men moldable. Why she was not sure. She was just about to say "wellll" when he changed it from three coins to four. Just what she was about to say! Since he said it first...
"Four moons and three eclipses." She stated flatly. "I only had one sip and for what I can tell, you enjoyed it more than I did." She added sweetly.
Ellen came over and asked what the problem was. Osma smirked as she rose a brow to Alan. Your balls are in my mans, buddy. She could tell Ellen about the breastmilk, fully expecting the woman to be on her side and completely not realizing it was the same voice she heard talking to Alan earlier. She looked to Alan, waiting for him to agree to her refund or get the tattled on.
( I am assuming that the coins are Moon= $1 and Eclipses = about 25 cents. The suns are the $10 coin. It list in the description that the moon is the highest coin, but then lists the sun as the highest value in the $ relation)
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The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 7, 2016 14:50:55 GMT -8
Alan considered the suggestion carefully, before shaking his head. He wasn't here to give out full refunds, or even nearly-full refunds. That wasn't good business, even factoring in the cost of entertainment. He noticed Ellen coming over and sighed. Ellen over here was just what he needed.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Miss. Four moons is as high as I can go, refund-wise."
Ellen leaned on the counter, curious. Why was Alan handing out refunds? That wasn't like him at all.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 15:02:46 GMT -8
Alright, buddy. You asked for it. Osma placed one hand to the bar, the other stayed on her hip. Her head rotated in a cycle like an owl's caught in a tornado. "Well, you gave me breastmilk to drank after your drink burned my mouth!"
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The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 7, 2016 15:52:30 GMT -8
"Huh?"
Ellen gasped in shock at Osma's accusation, looking from her to Alan in confusion. Alan tried to shrink away, but Ellen grabbed him by the starched collar.
"What did you tell this poor woman, Alan? What did you do this time?"
Alan mumbled something along the lines of "might have implied that it was yours" and Ellen slapped him. She'd had enough of his antics. Even if Elin liked him, that didn't make him any less aggravating. Quite the opposite, in fact.
"Why you little...go, get out of here. Go! Shoo!"
She booted the younger bartender away and turned back to Osma, sighing apologetically.
"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am. I assure you, the milk you were given was just regular cow milk. Or maybe it was goat milk, I don't know. What I do know is that it certainly wasn't mine. I don't even have any children, there's no way it could possibly be mine. Please don't mind Alan, he can be such an insufferable bother sometimes."
From across the bar, Alan grumbled. Ellen spoiled everything.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 7, 2016 16:33:59 GMT -8
Alan's Momma was here now. HA! She didn't feel pain for him at all, until he got smacked. Osma tried not to flinch and then was very successful at looking indifferent as he was shooed away.
So that's what it looked from the outside when Osma did it to someone else. It wasn't pretty. Oddly, she had no plans of stopping her own behavior. Osma was always justified, naturally.
MA'AM!
Her nostrils flared. "Miss. MISS." What was wrong with people. AHHhhh, was she getting a-a-a-a wrinkle? This stupid business with the milk was forgot for a moment as she put a hand to her forehead. WORRY LINES! Oh no, worrying about getting wrinkles was going to give her wrinkles. Life was so unfair!!!
"An insufferable bother indeed." She commented as she waved Ellen to the side so she could try and look in the reflective glass beyond her. Hair in place. Beauty still radiating off her. Osma sighed. She would have to study herself in her own mirror later. "He was quite a cad. I am relieved to know it was not breastmilk. However, I demand a full refund for this monstrosity you call a Dragon's Roar. I should demand quite a bit more, mind you. My money back is the least you could do."
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The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 7, 2016 18:20:28 GMT -8
Ellen sighed. It wasn't Midnight Sun policy to give full refunds, but Alan was quite annoying sometimes. Hmmph. She reached behind the till and retrieved five silver moons for Osma.
"Of course, Miss. I'll get you a full refund right away to compensate for the...stress. Five moons, correct? Here, I've got that right here."
Handing over the coins, she offered an apologetic smile to the offended woman. Breast milk...where had Alan gotten such ideas? He could be so creative sometimes, yet he put his creativity into getting into mischief.
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 9, 2016 4:37:59 GMT -8
One of the bartenders had some common sense! Osma watched the coins being slid her way from the down the length of her nose. "Finally, someone here makes some sense."
She picked up the coins, only to set them back down. "Here, a tip for you. Do ensure that he does not get any of it. Pray tell, how will he be punished?"
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The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 9, 2016 9:17:45 GMT -8
Ellen pocketed the coins, slightly surprised by the tip. She'd expected the woman to walk off in a huff.
"Well, thank you. As for Alan...I'm not sure yet. He'll get a talking to, maybe a few smacks...it all depends, really. Maybe he'll be good for the rest of the day, maybe he'll get into more mischief. Who knows. He's an unpredictable one, that Alan. If only he was more like Allen, calm and dependable. He does make good drinks, though. When he's not playing tricks, that is."
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 9, 2016 12:57:17 GMT -8
Osma had to show that she wasn't in need of a refund. That was the only reason why she gave the woman the coins as a tip. That and Osma didn't really understand the whole making money verses spending money thing.
Alan. Allen. They had to be different people. "Well, since he thinks breastmilk is so interesting he should have to be present when a woman is in labor. Though I suppose most mothers care who is present at the time." There had to be some way to make him pay. "At the very least, he could learn to tend to some boilings draining."
If she were anything other than human, horns would start to sprout from her head, hatched by her idea. "Does he perhaps ever go to Aozora?"
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The Midnight Sun
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Pics and bios of the four bartenders: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/50519/thread
Roleplay posts: 78
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Post by The Midnight Sun on Oct 9, 2016 14:43:09 GMT -8
"Aozora?"
Ellen shook her head, confused. What did Aozora have to do with this? Where even was Aozora?
"Oh no, Miss. I don't believe he's ever been there, and we don't really travel much around here. Not too much vacation time, you see. Why do you ask, though? What's in Aozora?"
She glanced over at Alan, who was busy mixing up a complicated drink that fizzled and smoked. It gave off a slight scent of lime and cherry. That boy really did get himself into too much trouble.
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Osma Gaiman
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Roleplay posts: 193
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Oct 9, 2016 16:39:55 GMT -8
What was in Aozora? Ohhhh, there was something pretty and spectaular in Aozora.
Osma flicked her hair.
"My midwifery and homopathic practice. I could use someone to clean up. Change out soiled bedclothes. Help clean up puss wounds. That kind of thing. I have a fool, but he is only so much help. Keeps defaulting to all these yoga poses. It is kind of concerning. Anyway, it would only be to teach that child a lesson."
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