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Post by NaughtyOtsel on Jul 2, 2004 16:40:15 GMT -5
--Description Post-- On a cliff over looking some unnamed beach sits a beach house. It's one of those unusual buildings....it's much bigger on the inside than it looks, with many levels and porches tucked amongst the coastal ceders. A set of ladders and slides runs from the large front deck to the beach and water below for those who are too lazy to walk down the steep steps carved into the sand stone. The walls of The Mimosa are an odd pinky color from the natural wood but the windows and doors are painted white. In the very center of the building in a small courtyard is the namesake Mimosa tree. At the base of the tree is a suspended dance floor and above the tree shades the courtyard with its wide brances and ever blooming pink and white blossoms which look like powder puffs.
The sea spray and mists give the Mimosa natural AC and its always comfortable inside, no matter what the weather outside. One standard of this beach house is a circular bar of pink quartz which runs around the tree courtyard where folks like to sit and chat. A few mages are usually meditating or studying here, occasionally ordering a tea or something stronger from the white yukuta clad waitresses. A peaceful place to start or end your adventure.
Now your part: --What all goes on here --I bet there's lots more in that place...rooms....levels whatever --YOU decide what happens! What do YOU see, hear, smell.... --Hang out in The Mimosa club or discover your own adventures on the coast! Found your own buildings, caves, epic monster battles and treasure quests. It's up to you
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Post by White_Pheonix on Jan 2, 2005 23:05:32 GMT -5
In the house, a figure is restlessly pacing a large deck, made of polished wood, next to the sea, and surronded by sea-spray. It looks slightly elvish, and is wearing black robes, a black cloak, and a silver hood. It is also carrying a long silver staff. It keeps on glancing at a small stone disk on a pillar in the center of the deck. Around the disk, nine stones are moving, in a apparently random pattern. It finally walks over to the edge of the deck, and looks out across the sea, looking slightly worried. "I wonder where they are. The disk says that they should be here, but they are not. Strange.
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Post by Xandrabeast on Jan 7, 2005 5:04:07 GMT -5
"They who?"
Wishbone, who up to this point had been utterly silent and still sitting in an uninteresting corner of the deck and watching the elvish looking figure move restlessly, got up in one fluid motion and ambled barefoot over to the rail where the elvish figure had stopped, and sunk into a lacksidaisical position, elbows on the rail, back to the sea. Wishbone blinked her eyes slowly, her eyelids resting heavily across her eyes at half mast, giving her a sleepy appearance. Her pupils were quite dilated and her breath sweet, implying heavy intoxication by seerwort. Thrashed baggy jeans hung from her skinny hips well below the bottom edge of the short black tanktop covering her chest. She smiled lazily.
"You seem to be looking for someone..."
For all her drugged out appearance, there was a simmering undertone of intelligence and ability behind her green-gold gaze.
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Post by White_Pheonix on Jan 7, 2005 10:12:37 GMT -5
"I did not see you there. Yes, I am looking for someone."
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Post by Xandrabeast on Jan 7, 2005 14:41:58 GMT -5
Wishbone took a deep breath of the sea air, closing her eyes in pleasure.
"It's nice out here, isn't it?" She said with a smile curling slightly at the corner of her lips. She ran her tongue over her top lip, tasting the salt of the sea carried by the light misting from it splashing against the rocks below the deck. Then she looked at the figure again, cocking her head, smile still flickering in her eyes.
"You seem worried. Who is it you seek?"
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Post by White_Pheonix on Jan 7, 2005 20:07:31 GMT -5
"They are ... allies."
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Post by Xandrabeast on Jan 8, 2005 0:46:59 GMT -5
The figure's statement was so abrupt and emotionless that Wishbone momentarily thought there had to be more and so she waited a long moment. But when there was nothing else forthcoming, she stood up out of her lean and began to amble back indoors. Her curiosity was not strong enough to pursue a conversation with someone so obviously desiring to be left alone.
"Well, good luck with that, then. They're probably late because of the mage storm." Wishbone said over her shoulder as she walked away through the sliding doors that led from the deck to the inside of the Mimosa club.
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Post by White_Pheonix on Jan 8, 2005 11:08:29 GMT -5
"They are always late. They never explain why."
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