00:14   Hazard  A twiggy girl in a tee and jeans tromps down the stairs, her messy, poofy hair bouncing around her head. Slung over one shoulder is a back pack, black with silver bits and bobs, with an Alienware logo on it. Trailing from the opposite hand is a blue igloo cooler.
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00:20   DrEvilKitteh    Lounging on one of the couches near the fireplace is a pale, snow-haired girl wearing jeans and a v-neck t-shirt, today colored lavender. She's currently writing a few things down in a thick, spiralbound notebook...or perhaps she's sketching something. Or both. The newcomer does draw her attention, and she offers a pleasant smile and quick wave before going back to whatever it is she's
00:20   DrEvilKitteh    doing in the notebook.
00:25   Hazard  "Mm, hello. Have we met?" She mutters sheepishly while looking through the bounty board. "Man, whoever takes care of these plants needs to be fired."
00:30   DrEvilKitteh    “I do not believe we have,” comes Mirabelle's answer. Her work with her pencil continues unabated. “...Those plants are maintained by a girl who goes by the name of Hazard. Sadly, she has not come here very often as of late.”
00:32   Hazard  "Hazard? Sounds like an online handle. She's probably off playing WOW." The skinny thing steps up to the fey, reaching out her long elegant fingers to shake. "I'm Samantha. Call me Sam. And you?"
00:39   DrEvilKitteh    The pencil ceases its movement and the notebook is flipped shut with the writing implement still in it. “Mirabelle. 'Tis a pleasure~ to meet you, Sam.” The fae's own slender fingers grasp Samantha's hand and gently shake it. Her skin is noticeably cool to the touch, though not necessarily inhumanly so. “You may call me what you wish, as long as I know 'tis I you are addressing~.”
00:41   Hazard  The girl's eyes twitch to the point where the two hands met, then back to Mira's eyes. "Your hand is cool. Is it cold outside?"
00:45   DrEvilKitteh    “'Tis cold is some~ places, I suppose~.” Mirabelle smiles enigmatically up at Sam, sky-blue eyes regaring her unblinkingly. Curiously, her being near the fireplace (and the fire elemental within) doesn't appear to have warmed her up significantly.
00:48   Hazard  Sam sits down, her jeans hugging her lack-of-hips. She grins, and it sits awkwardly on her face, as if it wasn't an expression it was used to. Despite this, humor lights her eyes. "How about right outside this building, smarty-pants?"
00:54   DrEvilKitteh    “Hmm... I wonder~.” Mirabelle curls up on her couch and gestures lazily using one hand. A few seconds later, one of the windows opens and a strong breeze blows in, specifically brushing against Sam. The wind is, at first, chilly, but it turns warmer a couple seconds later, more akin to the air in the summer. “'Twould seem to be mostly warm~ out, in fact,” she says, smile turning
00:54   DrEvilKitteh    mischievous.
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00:58   Hazard  She sighs in relief. "Thank god." She blinks, realizing that the warm breeze is not from the fire, tracing its origins to the windows. The girl tweaks her coke-bottle glasses and smiles. "Oh. Oh, that will be nice. Thank you!"
01:01   DrEvilKitteh    Mirabelle tilts her head slightly. “I was going to close the window, but I will continue to guide the wind to you if you so wish~.”
01:03   Hazard  "Oh, no. Do whatever you want. I'm just glad it won't be cold while I'm out hunting." She huddles down into herself and mocks shivering. "I hate the cold."
01:06   DrEvilKitteh    “I do not mind it so much,” she says blithely. The breeze stops and the window closes once more. “Cold and hot do not bother me, and the cold has its own charms~ to see.”
01:06   Hazard  Sam tilts her head curiously, knitting her brows behind her glasses. "Charms?"
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01:14   DrEvilKitteh    “To name a few: the snow, breath of fog, goosebumps, icy ponds... Among other things~.” Mirabelle's smile hints at...lascivious things that went unmentioned.
01:17   Hazard  The mousy, unpenciled eyebrows wrestle with each other for a moment. They bounce apart like fighting cats as she looks down for a blink. "Oh. You... You're into girls, then?" She mutters, shy but matter-of-factly.
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01:20   DrEvilKitteh    “I am 'into' those whom interest me,” she corrects. “Male or female, it matters little which.” Mirabelle shrugs elegantly, as she is wont to. “'Tis simply a fact of life that there is an abundance of girls 'round here.”
01:23   Hazard  A slight bit of blush tickles her pale cheeks. "I noticed. It's like a city-wide sorority. Must get really catty sometimes." She pulls out a laptop, sits it on her lap, and crouches behind it, almost like a shield.
01:28   DrEvilKitteh    Mirabelle giggles slyly. “Oh, most certainly~.” If Sam looks up again, she'd see a pair of cat ears now poking up from the fae's head. White as her hair, they occasionally twitch about, especially when a noise is heard. “Of course, 'tis part of the fun~.”
01:32   Hazard  What little good humor was in her eyes just got brutally butt-stabbed by a nasty little memory. "Why is catty fun? Last time I was around a bunch of girls like that, they treated me like crap, called me an ugly skank and arranged for me to go face first into the mud."
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01:38   DrEvilKitteh    Mirabelle tsk-tsk'd. “Unless 'twas followed by a titillating match of mud wrestling, I would not consider /that/ example particularly fun.”
01:41   Hazard  "It wasn't." The glow from her laptop reflects in her glasses, and an orange and red game sprite runs around in a moody, alien landscape. "And it wasn't an example, it was a routine." Her eyes flick up over the screen for a moment, realizing for the first time the cat ears. "Um... you... you're a cat?"
01:45   DrEvilKitteh    “What a boring, unintelligent routine. And 'tis rather mean-spirited, to boot.” One of the cat ears flick a little at the query. “I /can/ be.” And, true to form, Mirabelle's smile right now is particularly catlike.
01:47   Hazard  "Then what /are/ you?" She asks, her fingers whipping around the keyboard in a maddened rhythm.
01:50   DrEvilKitteh    “A fae of the wind and air,” she answers promptly. “A sylph or elf of some kind, I believe.” Mirabelle watches the game via Sam's glasses with interest in the meanwhile.
01:52   Hazard  "Oh, a fae. So I shouldn't eat or drink anything you offer me. Got it." She smirks, but the corner of her mouth barely reaches over the screen. Mira's sharp eyes can pick out twin images in the glasses.
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01:56   DrEvilKitteh    Mirabelle's head tilts back and a clear, bell-like laugh comes from her. “Oh~, you /are/ an amusing one~.” She wipes a tear away from the corner of her eye before continuing. “I am not that kind of fae; were I one, I doubt the Bartender would take kindly do me being a waitress.”
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01:58   Hazard  The game pauses, and a diagram of armor appears on the screen. "You work here? Are you friends with that Alex girl or... Agnes?"
01:59   DrEvilKitteh    “I do, and I am,” confirms Mirabelle.
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02:04   Hazard  The game begins again as the stick of a girl sits up a bit straighter. "Hm. Okay. What'cha writing?"
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02:08   DrEvilKitteh    Mirabelle twitches her closed notebook a little. “'Tis a journal,” she explains. “A habit I have recently gotten into. 'Tis especially useful when I encounter a new, cute face~ I do not wish to forget~.”
02:10   Hazard  "Hah." She chuckles, eyes scanning the room between in-game platforms. "Must have just missed him."
02:16   DrEvilKitteh    “Oh~, I am sure you will encounter~ that face again soon.” Mirabelle flips the notebook open and starts to idly mark in it with her pencil.
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02:18   Hazard  "Oh? He's a regular, then? What's he look like?" She grunts, leaning back and to the side as the character in her glasses bounds into an unknown abyss, landing on the outwardmost corner of a platform.
02:23   DrEvilKitteh    A coquettish smile meets Samantha's eye. “Why~, I never said this cute~ face of which I speak belongs to a male~.”
02:24   Hazard  "Sorry. What does /she/ look like?"
02:25   Hazard  "Or /it/ since that happens around here occasionally, I bet."
02:29   DrEvilKitteh    Mirabelle doesn't reply for a few more moments, pencil flitting about in the silence. And instead of speaking, she lifts and turns the notebook around. A sketch is plain on the page, one that depicts a messy-haired girl wearing glasses. It's surprisingly well done considering how little time she spent on it, as it's definitely recognizable as Samantha herself.
02:31   Hazard  As mercury in an hourglass, so is the blush in her face. What was once a ghostly white is now clown-nose red, and her eyes  are now larger than her glasses. Was that "oh!" escaping from her mouth, or just an anomaly of breath?
02:37   DrEvilKitteh    “I think I shall do another sketch, this time with a smile. 'Tis a nice thing to see, smiles.” Mirabelle turns the notebook back around and taps the eraser end of her pencil against her bottom lip. “Or perhaps a blushing~ one--I do /so/ enjoy~ blushes.” Her eyes dance with mirth and flirtatious intent, which her smile backs up perfectly, as she looks back across at Sam.
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02:38   Hazard  There is a twitch, and Sam suddenly bursts out a radiant smile. "L-like t-this?"
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02:39   Hazard  (For those just joining us, "As mercury in an hourglass" was supposed to be "As mercury in a thermometer")
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02:41   DrEvilKitteh    “My my~. 'Tis simply perfect~, my dear.” Needless to say, Mirabelle's pencil becomes /exceedingly/ busy as it begins to sketch the sight Mirabelle sees before her eyes.
02:44   Hazard  She holds her smile, though the blush only deepens, threatening to make her head explode. She takes hold of her glasses in one hand and cheats out the other shoulder. "O-okay. J-just don't draw me like your french girls, Leo."
02:48   DrEvilKitteh    “I would not be terribly opposed~ to that.” Mirabelle's eyes only occasionally drop to her sketch. For the most part, she stares closely at Samantha. Some moments later, the pencil slows and ceases, and she shows the sketch to the other girl. “What say you~?”
02:48   DrEvilKitteh    The sketch captures both Samantha's picturesque smile and blush quite well, as well as her pose. It's no masterpiece, but it's good enough for a journal, that's for sure.
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02:54   Hazard  She stares at it for a moment, silent in contemplation. Her lip trembles as if words were planned, but did not survive the journey into sound. She blinks, then takes off her glasses. "That um... that looks very good. Thank you. I don't look that cute, though. You're just flattering me."
03:01   DrEvilKitteh    Mirabelle sadly shakes her head. “'Tis a shame when one is truly unaware of their own appearance. I assure you, I am not merely flattering you--I /do/ find you quite cute.”
03:06   Hazard  She returns her glasses to her face, her eyes averted to an area of the floor. The reflection in the glasses clearly states "Game Over". Sam bites her lower lip, pensive. "Uh... thank you. You're very pretty yourself."
03:17   DrEvilKitteh    Mirabelle's own cheeks color a faint pink at the compliment. “You are quite welcome...and thank you very much.” She smoothly rises to her feet after a moment. “...Unfortunately, I must head out now. There is certain business I must attend to.” The fae approaches Sam, leans down, and plants a quick, soft kiss on the other girl's cheek. “But I look forward to seeing you again~.”
03:18   Hazard  Her laptop snaps shut. "Uh, I gotta go too. I gotta get... hunting. I'llseeyousoonthoughMirabellenicemeetingyouhopetoseeyourealsoon!"
03:19   Hazard  She stands up, putting laptop in bag, and starts for the door.
03:19   Hazard  She twitches suddenly, then turns back around.
03:21   Hazard  Steadily, calmly, Sam walks back to Mirabelle.
03:23   DrEvilKitteh    Mirabelle, as it happens, is also heading to the door, though Samantha likely speeds along rather more quickly than she. She tilts her head slightly and pauses when Samantha turns around, though. And notably, her cat ears have vanished by this time. Her eyes flit about, examining the other girl's face and poise curiously.
03:26   Hazard  Sam reaches up, gently touching Mirabelle's cheek with her delicate fingers. Abject terror and excitement dance frenetically behind her eyes. She returns the kiss that the fae had given her to the other cheek, holding for the barest of moments.
03:27   Hazard  Then, there is a dust cloud. She is gone, and the pub doors swing wildly at her passing.
03:29   DrEvilKitteh    Mirabelle giggles softly behind her hand, cheeks now a bright pink. “A fun~ one, indeed~,” she murmurs to herself. With that, she sashays out of the pub and heads elsewhere entirely.
03:30   Hazard  Several minutes afterwards, the twiggy girl returns, picking up her errant igloo cooler. She returns to her task outside.