ooc: Your mask-wearing XP has increased by: 1.
Sorry for my prolonged absense. Wars of the Art and my story have been taking up a lot of my time recently, plus my characters haven't been all that involved with recent events.
IC:
Before Somi and Alexander could get close to Doe he moved off again. Slightly annoyed, she retreated back into the shadows. "I guess you're going to want to talk to him some time?" She asked the fuzzle.
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Dionysia looked at the letter she was being shown. She pointed to Arnie, "That's the one you want to show that to. He's the boss here." If the letter was legitimate then the odds were this mud was safe.
The crash as the slig fell into the centre of the room made Dion turn to look with everyone else. It took her a second to realise that it wasn't Gore this time. When she saw that trigger-happy slig from the R+R point his gun at the intruder she was torn between annoyance at him and the fact that his actions were just about justifiable. She snorted under her breath.
A second later the mud she'd spotted earlier appeared and began
flirting!
"The names Nat, I come from da good 'ol southern Meep ranches. Nice ta meet ya."
For a second an expression flickered across her face that a slig might show shortly before he began battering a slave. It vanished as quickly as it appeared, however, replaced with a sweet smile. She neither liked nor trusted this mud, so she'd let him think she was a bit of a bimbo to make him lower his guard. "Oh, sorry! You made me jump!" She laughed, "I'm Dionysia. Are you new here, too?" She didn't want to act to differently from how she had been before in case he'd been watching her talking with Martha. She quietly made a mental note not to shake his hand... or ever touch him at all if she could help it.