<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)  </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Amanda, trying to tag Florica<br/><strong>Status</strong>: A bit antsy, definitely not wanting to go downstairs alone<br/><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br/><hr/>"Oh-- yes, well-- I mean... I want to tell you everything.  I mean, like, with visuals, and props."  She clears her throat, looking at Amanda intently.  "Oh my gods Amanda, do I?"  She grinned broadly, looked the elven girl over with a certain... well... cliched glow.  "Oh, ok, yes I do but..."  She narrowed her eyes.  "Wait.  Friend stuff?  Friend stuff is alright?"  Swallowing dryly, she turns her face slightly sideways and grins.  "We're friends, right?  I mean-- we can... we can be open about these things of course."  She cleared her throat and straightened.  "But business first of course.  WAKE UP FLORICA FOR FOCK's SAKE!"  Without waiting any more, she kicked Florica's door and tries the knob.  If unlocked, she'll barge right in, heedless of the other woman's privacy.  "WE GOT SHITE TO DOOOOO!"