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[flowerplucker]

A lanky, very handsome young man saunters in, smirking. His eyes glint with an everpresent spark of amusement, and he bows quite gracefully.I am Diarmuid dan Ailell, lately of Brennin. This -- place seems to be infinitely more amusing than my usual haunts, but I suppose being dead would rather put a damper on visiting said haunts. At any rate, I

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[rion_ibuki]

*purses lips* Oh, another dead person. *takes notes*

Welcome. I am Rion Ibuki. There is drink around here, but I do not have any. *tries to remember any lore about drinking ghosts*

[flowerplucker]

*looks amused* I merit notes! How intriguing.

*charming smile* A pleasure to meet you. -- But no drink! This is a tragedy.

[rion_ibuki]

I note everything that is not quite...*winces* normal, such as people claiming that they have returned from the dead.

It is nice to meet you as well. *smiles* Not a tragedy. There is drink here; I simply have none to give you myself.

[flowerplucker]

*arches an eyebrow, grinning* Not normal? My dear girl, it may not be normal, but it's quite true. The last thing I remember was dying, after all.

Well, I shall consider it one until I find some. Would you be kind enough to point me to a tavern of some sort?

[silverfooted]

*smiles at him, curtsying* Welcome, Lord Diarmuid. I am certain you can find a drink of any sort in the kitchen; really, everything there is free for the taking.

[flowerplucker]

Ah! *bows and brushes his lips over her hand, because Diar enjoys doing that* You, madam, are a lifesaver.

[silverfooted]

Yes, actually, I am. *smiles brightly* Nay, only helping where I see fit. I am Idril Celebrindal, daughter of Turgon.

[flowerplucker]

Well, then, I am in your debt. *grins* As I said earlier, I am Diarmuid, son of Ailell, and the prince of Brennin.

[silliest_girl]

*giggles* I don't know what there is to drink, because my typist doesn't let me out enough.

[flowerplucker]

That, sweetling, is a very great pity. Shall we find something to drink together?

[silliest_girl]

La, what fun that would be!

[flowerplucker]

I think it would be rather interesting myself. *offers his arm, grinning* Shall we find the nearest thing to the Black Boar?

[queenofcarthage]

Nice name. I'm Dido.

*drops a curtsey* Queen of Carthage.

[flowerplucker]

*pretty female radar!* *charmingly flirtatious smile and bow* A queen you may be, but you're also quite a peach. A pleasure to meet you, madam.

[queenofcarthage]

A peach, sir! *oh, good, a flirt! what a relief* At least not a cherry.

[flowerplucker]

Oh, no, you're definitely a peach. *grins wider* Care for a drink?

[mad_leprechaun]

Here lad, you'll need it. *winks in the general direction of all the lady-attention and offers him a small bottle of whiskey in a brown paper bag*

Yay for drunken annoyances

[flowerplucker]

*grins, because this is really the first proper drink he's had since being alive again* You, sir, are a god among men. *takes it and swigs gratefully*

[mad_leprechaun]

*taps the tip of his own nose* Got it in one. *winks again and claps him on the back* You're a man after my own heart, I can tell.

[flowerplucker]

*takes another swig cheerfully* Well then, sir, I suppose we'll get along very well.