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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 8:50 am
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12:36pm: [ Amityville Creepateria ]
Today was Mystery Meat day - her favourite. Which didn't mean much, because yesterday was clam chowder, which is also her favourite, and the day before that was messy burgers which was, yes, her favourite. She heaped her plate as high as it would go, added a few drinks to the tray, and then began the difficult, tricky task of getting to an open seat without spilling a single drop.
Quote: Helmut is a Y2 Arctic Wendigo. She is 5'0" and has tiny baby antlers peeking out from fluffy white hair. She also dresses like a hobo, with lots of thick layers, and patches. Lately she has not been wearing the skull helmet though.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 9:23 am
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12:36 Creepateria
Nerisei wandered into the Creepateria, wondering why she even bothered to show up. She had her own source of food, and didn't really need to each much outside of the sunlight she struggled to gain each day. But, as she walked into the doors and looked around, she recalled why. It was the creeple watching.
The beasts, the demons, and even the humanoid bores.
As she moved past the line, she nearly ran into the tiny monster with the tray of food. It was a pile, and it was teetering quite comically. Taking a step back, she peered down at the ghoul.
"Careful." She said softly, but without any sort of reprimand as she continued to watch the Wendigo.
Quote: Nerisei's Journal - A nonchalant Dryad first-year who is still adapting to the setting...but she wont let you know that.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 8:28 am
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