Post by Melody Arachne on Jun 4, 2007 13:47:11 GMT -5
"Damn it, don't any of you people read the signs about using the rope ladder?" Mel throws her hands in the air, muttering about structural damage, and heads back behind the bar.
"Roftwood, Roftwood ... issat up in the Northwest? No wait, that's Roywood ... "
She stands on tiptoe, peering into the round window of the kitchen door, which is dimly lit, as if through fog. She mutters, almost to herself, "What the heck is he doin' in there, anyhow?"
With a last backwards glance at the ominous kitchen door, she turns her attention back to the bar, picking up a flyswatter to poke idly at the deader in the cage.
"Which section of the city is it in, anyway? Maybe we can find you a map ..."
"Roftwood, Roftwood ... issat up in the Northwest? No wait, that's Roywood ... "
She stands on tiptoe, peering into the round window of the kitchen door, which is dimly lit, as if through fog. She mutters, almost to herself, "What the heck is he doin' in there, anyhow?"
With a last backwards glance at the ominous kitchen door, she turns her attention back to the bar, picking up a flyswatter to poke idly at the deader in the cage.
"Which section of the city is it in, anyway? Maybe we can find you a map ..."
