Room 223, Friday Night
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life_inshadowThe spellbooks from Tara's shelves -- and more than a few that she'd borrowed from the shop -- were scattered around her bed, the result of what felt like weeks trying to get something useful out of them. She'd heard the announcement about auditors, which sent her back to the beginning for any reference.
Conclusion: Nothing, though there was a kind of "accounting demon" that Tara would really prefer not to have balance her checkbook.
She sighed and flopped back on the floor, then flicked a cat toy toward Mr. Moxy, mildly pleased she could at least make him happy.
It was that kind of exciting Friday night.
[OOC: Door open, post open!]
Conclusion: Nothing, though there was a kind of "accounting demon" that Tara would really prefer not to have balance her checkbook.
She sighed and flopped back on the floor, then flicked a cat toy toward Mr. Moxy, mildly pleased she could at least make him happy.
It was that kind of exciting Friday night.
[OOC: Door open, post open!]
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Date: 2011-12-04 06:19 am (UTC)And if the price was not astronomical. She had never tried to order buy a portal before. Surely a portal couldn't cost as much as a dowry?
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Date: 2011-12-04 08:55 am (UTC)This wasn't normal.
A few minutes into trying, and after a lot of, "No, R-O-M-E" and "No, I'm not the passenger" and "no, f-five transfers in hell dimensions is not okay," she handed the phone up to Lucrezia.
"You might get a better result," she said, wincing.