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Who: Amalthea notamare, Lord Jormungandr ysobritish and France~! paysdelamour
When: 4/7/11
Where: The Forest!
Summary: Liquid and Amalthea had agreed to have a picnic. France is tagging along. TO FIGHT CRIME (or maybe not).
Warnings: None? It's a picnic.
Although the idea of the picnic had been planned when Lord Jormungandr was quite drunk, it was an idea that stuck. So, when the day hailed a beautiful morning, perfect for picnics, Amalthea had sent a message to the man she thought was once a sea serpent, advising him that today would be a good day if he still wished to have that picnic.
Of course, this was agreed upon, and no doubt Liquid would bring a companion. That was fine, because Amalthea was bringing a companion too - the spiderdog. She could have told him to not follow, but she knew he was restless and could fall back to his old ways when he was wild and frightened if he was alone too long.
She'd given directions to where she was currently resting for the picnic spot, so when the boys reached it, they would find Amalthea seated contentedly at the base of a tree, with the spiderdog's head in her lap, and a squirrel perched upon her knee, chittering animatedly at her. Don't ask.
When: 4/7/11
Where: The Forest!
Summary: Liquid and Amalthea had agreed to have a picnic. France is tagging along. TO FIGHT CRIME (or maybe not).
Warnings: None? It's a picnic.
Although the idea of the picnic had been planned when Lord Jormungandr was quite drunk, it was an idea that stuck. So, when the day hailed a beautiful morning, perfect for picnics, Amalthea had sent a message to the man she thought was once a sea serpent, advising him that today would be a good day if he still wished to have that picnic.
Of course, this was agreed upon, and no doubt Liquid would bring a companion. That was fine, because Amalthea was bringing a companion too - the spiderdog. She could have told him to not follow, but she knew he was restless and could fall back to his old ways when he was wild and frightened if he was alone too long.
She'd given directions to where she was currently resting for the picnic spot, so when the boys reached it, they would find Amalthea seated contentedly at the base of a tree, with the spiderdog's head in her lap, and a squirrel perched upon her knee, chittering animatedly at her. Don't ask.