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Subject: Never though white foaming bubbles would be useful eh?

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Mirino Meritt

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Date Posted: 11:32:29 06/23/02 Sun
In reply to: Crimson Nick 's message, "Why cant i take a bath" on 14:55:28 06/21/02 Fri

Still in the tub she whips up the wet towel to cover her face. "Close the door!" Mirino peeks out from the side of the wet cloth. Which was embroidered with the name 'Persephone' Still blushing his arm reaches into the room and fumbles about for the door knob. "Hurry up!"
"I'm trying!" His hand finds the circonium knob and slams it shut. She lowers the towel enough for her eyes to peek over it. Sighing she slips below the water again the towel floating atop the surface.

"They broke the door!?" Mirino walks toward the semi-unhinged piece of wood.
"Yeah, I'll call maintenance and tell them to fix it." She grasps the side of the door and moves it back and forth. At the high pitch squeal of the bent bronze hinges, she drops is and pouts. Mirino pushes it closed as Nicholas walks in the direction of the 20th century, ivory, and gold phone. As he picks up the odd contraption, the door falls down to the floor in a horrid screech. He stares at the dismantled door as she blinks twice and slowly turns around to look out into the hallway. Lowering her eyes to focus on the white door.
Nick directs his attention to her. Mirino allows herself to grin, she was twitching at the same time.

"I hope he isn't saying my girlfriend, that sounds so possessive. Bragender use to refer to me as 'My Wife' all the time! Your father was an old dirty man." Fransisca combs her long green hair. Hatcher yanks back on a pullstring, generator. Which starts to make sounds like *put* *put* The lights came on brightly as he walked back into the living room.
"Powers u-" The lights flicker and fade as the pullstring generator's motor stalls. "Well... It was up." He scratches his chin and walks back into the switchbox room.

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