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Caitriona: hey Cloud

Caitriona: wanted to know if you liked Zeke's costume

Caitriona: I thought he was quite insightful

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Alan had gotten together something of a lunch if one could consider a bottle of wine, brie, and crackers lunch. He did. He poured a glass of the wine, couldn't stop his wide grin. French wine was good, as far as he was concerned, and to be able to buy it without a fake ID? Fucking amazing.

He smeared some of the cheese onto a cracker and looked around the empty courtyard. He saw a few people milling around, but no one caught his eye right away. So he sat there, eating cheese and crackers, sipping at his wine. By the time his bottle was half empty, he'd finally seen someone that seemed mildly interesting, a boy with long hair, looking mildly lost. He was probably not from France, like Alan. He waved at him, smiling widely. "Care to have some wine with someone new?" he asked, gesturing at the bottle. "There's plenty for two."

#Sky Page #Not a Thing Learned

what's going on between maddie and axel?

They said they really liked each other apparently. But watch Axel still be in the mess that is Jene and apparently Sky is involved now too? Seems messy.

#Anonymous #madeleine beniot #axel allen #sky page #Jenevieve McCoy

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Caitriona’s bruises were mostly healed by now. They were only a faint brownish-yellow colour anymore. She figured she should track down Jack, make sure he wasn’t getting himself into trouble with his concussion. But she stopped, seeing a familiar face with a guitar in hand.

“Well,” she began, redirecting herself to sit next Sky, “if it isn’t, oh what did Texas call you... Munchy boy.” She grinned at the boy. “Next time you want cookies, you should come to see me. I make better cookies than Texas, although, if you want a real meal, he’s the one to see.”

#Sky Page #Hello There #sorry kal i'm stealing munchy boy

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Ruaridh wandered the hall, idly munching one of the fancy hors d’oeuvres. He was in search of something to drink that wasn’t champagne, but so far, he was having no luck. Normally, he’d just ask Caitriona, since he kept her well-supplied throughout the year. But, his sister had been all but kidnapped by Claire, and Ruaridh knew from experience, it would be at least an hour before she escaped from that.

He finally found the bar, turning sharply to make a beeline for it, when he accidentally bumped into a young woman. He reached out, looping an arm around her back to keep her on her feet. “Sorry about that, lass,” he said, accent toned down a bit. He’d learned over the years that others had a harder time understanding him. “I didn’t see you there. Although, how I missed a lass as fair as you, I may never know.”