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curseshit ([personal profile] curseshit) wrote in [community profile] tumbataure2013-05-27 07:01 am
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Rough day, eh? Time to head home to your loving spouse or to the inn to meet with your best mates. Anyway, the day is done. It was a long one too so make you sure you have a good night's rest because tomorrow is not going to be any easier. The duke wants the town to look absolutely perfect for the festival.

If you don't feel like sleeping just yet I hear the inn is running a small darts tournament. The food is bad and the rooms are small, but at least the alcohol is good. Apple cider all around!

[ mission: so about that curse! in order to break out of your curse you'll be needing three triggers or one big one. more information & examples here. hold your horses though, you aren't supposed to break free in just one night. ]
rhymeswithdesign: (pic#6119109)

[personal profile] rhymeswithdesign 2013-05-27 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
Oh no, we're lovely. Really. Getting on like a house on fire.

[yeah he probably shouldn't be discussing this but hey, he's had half a bottle of whisky and a pint of cider in the past hour or so. working on his second pint. it's not like the sheriff is going to investigate the validity of their marriage or anything, since she knows it's a sham.

also everyone thinks peggy's a little nuts. which is his fault, and which he will use to the greatest extent of his ability.
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[personal profile] overthewall 2013-05-27 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ takes a long drink from the glass before she fumbles around in her pockets to find another cigarette, lighting it immediately. ]

Maybe it's just bride jitters. Hopefully they won't last for eternity, since that's what you're going to be attached to for the remainder of it.
rhymeswithdesign: (gabriel chat sad)

[personal profile] rhymeswithdesign 2013-05-27 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
[stares into his cider and thinks about eternity. finishes the rest of his (stolen) cigarette and the rest of his cider before he speaks again.]

I've got to go.

[stands up again, a little wobbly, makes his way out of the inn. ]