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collects_ears

OOM: The Dancing Dove

Aug 14, 2006 01:13

It’s relatively dark in the cellar of the Dancing Dove, when they step through the door from Milliways. George offers an silent prayer of thanks to the Crooked God, that the cellar is empty. As soon as Penelope steps through, he closes the door behind them - lest any sounds from the Bar travel to the tavern upstairs ( Read more... )

the dancing dove

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collects_ears August 14 2006, 05:51:13 UTC

The Dove is reasonably busy this evening - which is precisely why he chose to come at this hour of the day. Thankfully his luck continues to hold; that no one saw him emerge from the cellar rather than by walking in the door.

But then, even if they had seen, who among them would dare question the Rogue?

And as he’d be seen exiting the cellar with a young woman .. well. Best not to dwell on it.

Several tables are occupied with thieves, all of whom look to him in deference as he enters.

“Yer majesty..” is mumbled from several different directions.

He acknowledges them with a nod, then turns to Penelope.

“Dinner down here? Or upstairs?”

_clearly_penny_ August 14 2006, 05:53:27 UTC

"Oh, um ... whichever you prefer," she says, sounding just a little dazed. "I don't mind either way."

This place isn't terribly different from the Three Broomsticks or the Leaky Cauldron, really-- except for the whole lack-of-magic business. Not to mention that everyone's addressing George as if he were (still) royalty.

Which is disconcerting.

collects_ears August 14 2006, 06:05:16 UTC

He can already hear the whispered question spreading around the Dove. 'Who is that there, with his majesty..'

He realizes suddenly - and not without a little chagrin - that its been quite some time since he was last seen in the company of a woman that wasn't Alanna, Rispah or his mother.

"Well, if you don't mind being the centre of attention?.."

He grins.

"...then we can eat down here. Otherwise, I'd suggest upstairs."

_clearly_penny_ August 14 2006, 06:13:09 UTC

Penelope glances around uncertainly.

The dress is supposed to help her blend in, but she hardly feels very blended at the moment.

"I think," she says slowly, "that ... at least for now, it might be a good idea for me to be someplace where I won't raise any eyebrows if I, um. Get something wrong."

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