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[crisisrain]

[Raven blows onto the journal, then wipes it with his hand, flicking through the pages to find out when the last time he bothered to make an entry with it was. He sighs, has it really been that long? Even thinking about how long he's been in Luceti for any extended period of time is depressing enough for him.]

If I didn't know any better I'd say this thing was startin' ta gather dust.

For those that hadn't noticed yet, Estelle was sent back home a few days ago. I don't know when exactly, but all her things are gone
[He pauses for a moment. House 12 is really quiet now compared to how it used to be. Of course he cared about the princess, he cared about everyone from their world, he's just finding it weird to see them all going home after so long whilst leaving him behind.]

Anyway! She used ta work in the library here and left some stuff regardin' it behind, or ta be more specific, she left a set of instructions on how ta sort the books as well as a set of keys. From the look of it I guess she wanted someone to take the care of the place if she ever got sent home, and considerin' she was working there long before I showed up then it must've meant a lot to her. I can pass the stuff over to anyone who's interested, just let me know! It's not gonna go anywhere by itself.

Oh, and if this old man's memory isn't failin' him again, which it does a lot, she also had a book club goin'. Books aren't really my thing though, if someone wants to start that up again then feel free. 

That's about it! I got nothin' else worth sayin', wake me up when it's hot enough for the women to break out the swimsuits.

[Filtered to Zack | He's not even trying with this filter]

Considering Yuri's been gone a while now, have ya got any ideas on what ta do with the guild?

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[crisisrain]

[This is nice, it's nice to see there are people here who still care about this old fart.]

Old cheese? Is that really what you think of me? Oh, Buffy, I'm hurt~ [Of course he doesn't mean it.]

[herotypical]

Here. Let me soothe your bruised ego by letting you pick our table. Pick wisely, though.

[crisisrain]

[He moves through the doorway and takes a look around.]

How about that one over there? Second from the corner, but it's got a really nice window view!

[herotypical]

It suits me. [ she adjusts her purse-strap and heads in that direction. ] A nice strategic view of the rest of the place, too. Should we get attacked.

[ she's still joking. hopefully. ]

[crisisrain]

[He follows her, maybe he'll even pull the chair out for her to sit down.]

Oh? I think it might be an excitin' way ta end the evening if it does happen!

[herotypical]

[ oh, how lovely. she gives a grateful smile and accepts the gesture -- sitting primly. ]

Trust me. It's not as fun as it first sounds.

[Filtered]

[crisisrain]

[He seats himself opposite. Believe it or not he doesn't seem to be slouching today, he's actually looking less lazy than usual.]

You have a point. It's not like a brought a weapon along this evenin' either. Maybe the Malnosso will be nice and it'll be quiet fer a few days?

[herotypical]

[ she wouldn't believe it if she wasn't seeing it with her own eyes...

she pays attention. curious. ]

M-maybe. Especially after that mess of the other week.

[crisisrain]

[I have no idea where that filtered or small text came from D: sorry about that!]

Oh, ya mean that whole thing where people thought they came from other worlds? Or was it somethin' else?

rofl it's cool.

[herotypical]

Yep. That something. Me? I thought I was a pirate for a week. It wasn't pretty.

:3

[crisisrain]

Wait! You got ta be a pirate for a week?! How can ya complain about that? It sounds great!

[He fancies himself a pirate :(]

[herotypical]

Because I was also a jerk and a black-hearted scoundrel, to boot.

[crisisrain]

But isn't that part of bein' a pirate anyway? I can't imagine a friendly pirate who went around not stealin' treasure.

[herotypical]

Which might be exactly why I was never meant to be one in the first place. Clashes with all my sensibilities.

[crisisrain]

Sensibilities? Doesn't that subtract from the fun of things?

[herotypical]

You can be sensible and fun at the same time. I swear it.

[crisisrain]

Sounds like a recipe fer boredom if you ask me! Prove me wrong then.

[herotypical]

Board-games. B-O-A-R-D. Not...bored games.

But -- Scrabble, Monopoly, and -- oh -- Twister.

[crisisrain]

[He's pretty sure he had an incident with a monopoly board here in Luceti before.]

"Oh twister"? Is there somethin' wrong with it? Can't say it rings a bell.

[herotypical]

It's not that there's anything wrong with it, it's just...

[ give her a moment while she tries to figure out if she should teach the ways of twister to you. :| ]

[crisisrain]

[You know she totally should.]

Just... what? Ya can't leave me in suspense like this! Ya gotta tell me now!

[herotypical]

Well. You start off with a big plastic mat. [ she makes hand gestures on the table -- then grabs the latest little paper menu and leaves it flat on the surface. she taps out a pattern of dots. ] And it's covered with different coloured circles.

Got it so far?

[crisisrain]

[He pays very close attention, trying to imagine the mat she's talking about.]

How big is this mat?

[herotypical]

People-sized. Ish. See -- the point of the game is to put your corresponding body part on the corresponding colour. Right hand, blue. Left foot, yellow. These are all decided by a spinner. It starts off pretty easy but as you keep moving along the mat you kinda get all...

Twisted. Up. Twisted up. Pretzel'd.

[crisisrain]

[This sounds complicated.]

So someone spins this little spinner thing, and then it tells them what body part ta put where? What happens if ya can't reach, like, it tells you to put yer hand on the other side of the mat?