<div class="floatright">(http://i1282.photobucket.com/albums/a533/stuartcollis/ID-100230335_zpswp4fgb0z.jpg)</div><strong>Charlotte (wearing leather armor), Jocelyn &amp; Gerard<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Newgate city - Inn of the Hero and the Mug - Dining Area<br/><strong>Date and Time: Day 3 - morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All PCs<br/></strong></strong><hr/><hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12978336#msg12978336">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 14-02-2017, 02:01:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Tim left Charlotte on her room and then he headed to his room (which was shared with others) to contemplate and study his spellbook. Overall merry mood gone for while since Greg died but he did not spend it on drinking or fucking like most did. Instead contemplate what group can do now without solid frontline figther and seek ways how improve his magic. In next day he woke up early (albeit Kristina always wakes up before him), heading down to breakfast and nods to Charlotte as he comes on the table and be served by Jocelyn. He says to Charlotte; "Keep meal light, so we can get going early and if there is new feast for new champion we may get invite to it."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charlotte gave Tim a shy smile. "I imagine that we would." Her smile started to fade, though. "I want to meet the new Champions, if any, of course. But, what is to say that they will be here today? And what about those horrible gnolls? Might there be more? Should we figure out why they came and attacked the city or where they came from?" She then blushed. "I'm sorry. Just some random thoughts in my mind. You're probably right."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12978927#msg12978927">Quote from: Doomblade403xxx on 14-02-2017, 06:34:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Alistair's head rises sleepily from the bar. He is not really registering the smells of food, but the noise his companions make coming from their rooms seems deafening to him. He lifts his head to see them heading downstairs to eat then looks to whomever might be tending bar noting the disapproval on their face. He picks up the bottle and drains whatever liquor is left to quell this angry hangover, and heads to the outside of the inn and around the corner. A few young ladies had gathered outside the inn to perhaps catch a glimpse of the champions that slayed the gnolls. Their illusion of cultured and clean cut heroes was shattered when Alistair whipped out his manhood, leaned awkwardly against the inn wall, and let loose with a stream of urine that would be legendary in duration and alcohol content. Some of the girls gasped, while a few laughed gleefully. Either way he didn't care. <br/><br/>Once finished he cleans himself up a bit and heads back inside cautiously. Walking carefully as the world still seems to be a bit on the unsteady side. He has to carefully place his chair and holds it in place, as though it may move as he sits down.<br/><br/>"Good morning...I think."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charlotte acknowledged Alistair and then with a concerned voice asked, "Were you able to bury Greg?" Her eyes started to tear and her voice crack a bit more as she spoke. "I should have been there to help.... Maybe say a prayer or something...."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261064.msg12979970#msg12979970">Quote from: Kathyan on 14-02-2017, 23:09:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jessica did not let Kristina away in all night, she really needed someone to cuddle with to have a good night sleep and relax so she tightly hugged the ranger as is she was a stuffed animal placing her head between the plump breasts of her loving pet girl and rubbing herself against her until fell into deep slumber. She didn't woke up early like yesterday not even noticing Kristina's morning wood against her bare legs or her leaving the bed to take care of that in private. <br/><br/>When the latina woke up she was completely alone in the room, being drowsy yet she was a bit confused even when she could smell the nice aroma of the breakfast. Almost reflexively she followed her nose and headed to the first not realizing or caring at all she had not dressed at all. Fully naked if not for her thong only and even shoeless she continued to rub her eyes looking for her 'crew mates'. Her perfectly rounded breasts jiggled freely as she walked gracelessly still more asleep than awake but she was so natural in her way that it was easy to tell she was not trying to tease anyone unlike other times and her panties were dry so she clearly had not have any sex or touched herself recently.<br/><br/>Seeing Tim first she walked to him, being greeted by Kristina in the way, to which she only answered by lifting her arm, before she sat next to Charlotte. "Hey everyone, <em>yawn</em>, how did you sleep? Jocey some coffee here please, black"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>With Tim on one side of her and Jessica on the other, Charlotte started to feel a bit uncomfortable. Not only had Tim and Jessica slept with one another but both had seemed to express interest in her. Jessica was rough around the edges, but her heart seemed to be in the right place, generally and Tim was, well, smooth. Still, it bothered Charlotte that he slept with Jessica for reasons that she could not define. Charlotte uttered a "hi" but she did it while keeping her head down and sipping some tea.<br/><br/>Jocelyn obediently came around with some coffee for Jessica. It tasted a bit muddy but it was hot and seemed to be packed with caffeine.<br/><br/>