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((Interesting fact: When I was a baby I fell down a flight of stairs. My only injury was a bruise and a knot above my nose.))
The last time I had to go to the hospital, it was for collapsing in the bathroom. Turns out, I hit my head on the toilet on the way down. No concussion. Just a bruise and cracked porcelain.
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What are they like when they are drunk?
Murazor was not fond of drinking, and as a wraith cannot get drunk. However, if he ever was able to, he would be very bubbly and loving. This would not remove his social ineptitude, of course. He would effectively be very rude and very affectionate.
What is (was) their favorite drink?
Chilled cucumber juice.
Do they have any allergies or chronic conditions?
No allergies, but he suffered from Becker’s muscular dystrophy in Life.
Cipher had always wanted to come here. An adventure to Middle Earth, though she knew there were dangers to this venture. Beatrice had a bad habit of sending her to dangerous times for her to learn one lesson or another. They were cruel lessons but ones she had to learn. When she poked her head out of the box, what she saw surprised her, rolling green hills on far open countryside.
Was this The Shire? Cipher rushed inside and shut the door and went to her personal apartment. She wanted to really go and investigate. It was an exciting prospect, to meet people in this world. Cipher felt like she had just discovered a world even the Time Lords knew nothing about and perhaps she did. There was a chance that even they didn't know something that Humans did, a forgotten history or maybe a Mr. Tolkien had once found his way here and had a chance to tell the stories, this world's story of brave peoples that others would be able to relate to.
Cipher hummed as she grabbed her frockcoat and bag. She made sure she had her sonic screwdriver, sonic laser, and and a few other things on hand, just in case. There was no telling what era of Middle Earth she was in and Beatrice wasn't saying. She hurried out of the Time Capsule and pointed her sonic at it and clicked. Her Time Capsule went out of phase with the rest of the universe, she would get it back but for right now, it was time to see if she really was in The Shire?
Well she would find out. CIpher began to make her way down the road and it didn't take her long to discover, yes, she was in The Shire and it seemed, Hobbiton to boot! Though she was getting scandalous looks. Perhaps because she was wearing boots, trousers, a regular old shirt, and a coat several sizes too big on me while my hair was in a loose braid. It didn't help that she stood at 5'7".
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((omg omg omg. I’m blushing. Thank you, darling! ♥ I’m so tickled! I’m going to break the rules but it’s worth it for the grin I have. Time to share this.
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Gimli entered the hobbit hole, searching here and there for Miss Biliba. And he found her. Naked. Hastily he pulled his helm down over his eyes. “‘M terribly sorry, lass, I dinnae mean t’! Please don’ be angry!”
Later he would come to realize that the only truly hairy parts of a hobbit seemed to be their heads and their feet.
((Awww! That's adorable!!)) "I wouldn't mind joining you for a pint if that's alright."
“Consider ‘t done, lassie!” He looked down to the hobbit, smiling triumphantly.
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✉ - [SCROLL WRITTEN ENTIRELY IN CIRTH RUNES THAT ARE COMPLETELY ILLEGIBLE DUE TO DRUNKENNESS]
✘ - [UNSENT SCROLL] Miss Baggins, I don’t know you that well but you have a lovely face seem proper charming nice. We should go for a pint some time ah sod it what am I doing [unintelligible scribbles]
☠ - THEY CALL IT A MIIIIIIIIIIIINE.
❤ - H’llo there lassie, so yer the burglar… I can see why th’ dwarves hold yeh in such high r’gard. Care t’ join me fer a pint?
⚗ - *snores loudly* Sal… salted pork… *chews pillow*
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