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Melpomene is slouched in a corner chair with a good vantage point, gazing across the bar every so often, before she looks back down at her poetry tome.
In one hand, she cups a golden glass of Atlantean. With the other, she taps the arm of her chair (clearly more impatient than her dark eyes reveal).
You might want to tell her that the book she's pretending to read? Is upside-down.
[ooc:feel free to tag until it's gone.]
In one hand, she cups a golden glass of Atlantean. With the other, she taps the arm of her chair (clearly more impatient than her dark eyes reveal).
You might want to tell her that the book she's pretending to read? Is upside-down.
[ooc:feel free to tag until it's gone.]