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Phooey! She unloads the crossbow (Incompetents! That's 'ow people get 'urt!) and closes it as quick as she opened it. Time to sneak a peek, surely they must be getting close to wherever this thing is supposed to be going by now.

I demand some kind of crazy screen-saver-esque pattern. Fractals sound good, or those crazy 3D Pipes windows used to have. Not that I'm gonna do any part of it, 'cause I'm retired AF fams, but #GetItDone

"'ow meesteereeous...." Cece wonders to herself, her fingers fumbling the latch before even bothering with any potential consequences. What if there's treasure in there?! Gold or Jewels, or a spare pair of pants in case the King ruins his. What if it's a spare horse if the other one is a ...

Okay.. back to the first plan. Cece thinks tiny, sneaky thoughts, and smushes herself under the seat. Stowing away seems a lot less likely to lead to an eye-popping ending. "Eet's only stealing a cart eef you're driveeng eet... no?" she thinks to herself, comforted by the home-like dark, c...

"Eet worked... bless you, Mondieu, for 'appy surprises..." Cece mumbles, falling back gently into the seat. "An' bless you, you are a good 'orsie" Cece adds, blowing the pony a kiss. She picks up the reins cautiously, her brothers had never let her drive the family cart. They'd ...

"'eeeeelp! Le 'orse, she 'as gone eensane!" Cece cries, as terrified that someone will hear her as she is that they won't. Her imagination had already heard the terrible rumors that would spread through the alleys and galleys if she had been seen in a coach like this going to whatever fan...

"Leave eet all to me, then." Cece sighs, turning back to the man. "We 'ad better geet started, no?" . Approaching the coach feels like approaching the sun, as the pristine paint and polished gold of the carriage do little to dull its fading afternoon rays. Yet somehow, as the ha...

Will you be a citizen up there? Are you gonna have to take a test? Can we still label OHR Games as "Made in the USA"? How's that kind of thing work? Glad you're finally out in the open about it, I've seen pictures of Canada in books and it looks like a wonderful place to be, especially wit...

Cece looks at the man, looks at the coach and then back to the man. How far is it to the Lord Treasurer's office? Ehhhh..... she turns around and shouts " 'ey, one of you wan' go see Lord Trasierrer, yes? I stay 'ere een case there ees fire?" her wide-eyes search the room. Somebody? Anybod...

Indignant, Cece crosses her arms over her chest and pops her head back into his line of sight, hopping occasionally to compensate for his height. "An' what ees wrong weeth the one een front of you?" she asks professionally, or as professionally as someone doing cross-armed hops to keep in ...

Bob the Hamster wrote:...it could make a big difference in the near future, depending on whether or not night is falling

Oh my GOD, Normin's a Big Hat Werewolf!

Typical, typical! Everybody comes out to help on the first day, but when the real work starts they're off to brag to their butlers and drug dealers! Cece throws open the door and greets whomever is there with a hearty "'ello! 'ow may I 'elp you?" How many days should I stick with this, she...

Let's clomp down the stairs and see what the rest of the gang is doing, then. Before anyone has time to get angry about some faux pas, perceived or otherwise. Cece quietly appreciates the phrase "faux pas". Why can't all language be so beautiful?