The Prancing Bull, Cochineal powder and Intrigue (Open RP)

[Mooseocalypse]

Rumours circulate through Suzail and further of new ownership.

//Quick ooc, if you wish to say your PC's have been here (within reason-PG13) thats fine, given the nature of the establishment I will not on your behalf if I do it will be vague, you are free to name yourselves this is out of respect for your own developments as you wish them to be

[Masterbard Alyster Darkharp]

Sept 19, 2023 6:48:09 GMT -5 Mooseocalypse said:

Rumours circulate through Suzail and further of new ownership.

Alyster picks up on the rumors and smiles an insidious smile beneath his mask. Reflecting on years past and not being allowed to enter the Bull because of his race. “Good riddance and not a single half-sized tear will be shed as the Prancing Bull is transferred into new hands.“

[Mooseocalypse]

An impromptu gathering is held, songs can be heard flowing through the docks from the establishment along with laughter, cheering and general time of celebration for all who atteneded.

[From Down Below]

A note was left by Zoey at the Prancing Bull.

Ray received the note in the late afternoon meant to Amarath.

The note was written on a blank piece of parchment and folded in three, tied closed with a simple and delicate string.

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"I got my hands on the anatomy book from Waymoot, when you'll be free I'd like to compare what yours says to mine. Have a nice day, and thank you again for your visit earlier." -signed Zoey

 

[Mooseocalypse]

The note finds it's way to Amarath.

She opens it carefuly taking time to read each word intently.

She smiles and folds the note placing it in her own book on anatomy.

[Mooseocalypse]

There is a new regular face that frequents The Prancing Bull.

He spends his time at a glance, to be 'bouncing' occaisonaly having to deal with rowdy customers getting either too handsy with the girls or causing trouble.

Madame Beljuril and the other girls thank him at the end of the nights before he departs into the docks of Suzail.

[Mooseocalypse]

Mrs Bucket returns with the mascot Rick Oxley.

She bares a smile having sold some of her and others alike hard larboured...albeit of love, beauty products.

She informs Madame Beljuril of a lady offering a caring and healing hand for the girls.

A smile forms on the Madame's face, since ownership changed hands to her she is experiencing a side of kindness and generosity within the community not expected though it is welcomed.

[Mooseocalypse]

Madame Beljuril takes to the city with two of her girls.

They wander to a well known friends establishment.

Madame Beljuril returns later that evening alone, waiting something akin to a mother hen for her two girls to return but a few bell tolls later.

Once the last call is heard ringing through The Prancing Bull all customers / clients are escorted off the premises once they have finished their rounds.

The doors shut until opening time the following day.

[Mooseocalypse]

Madame Beljuril has been dreading this day, though come it must.

on the seventh of Marpenoth, 1387DR - the year of the emerald ermine, she and some of the girls will be paying respects.

Mrs Bucket and the other girls will run in their absence.

[Mooseocalypse]

As Madame Beljuril wakes at her desk...paperwork, books on Cormyr law and a guilty pleasure romance novel are but the most noticeable items atop it.

She still has in her right hand a favoured wine glass...one of sentiment perhaps and it rarely runs dry, always filled with the finest of red wine.

Carefuly the glass so delicately decorated is placed onto her desk as she stands, pulling back the curtains to let in some light...she winces a moment as the rays of sun blaze through the window panes.

Opening the window she takes in that dock fresh air and sighs contently, sitting on the sill in nothing but a silken dress snuggly fit to her hour glass form, watching as the dock workers go about their routines, the market stalls refilled with foods of varying kinds and even the shop owners her new neighbours are starting their days.

The establishment she is now the proud owner of is all but quiet...her girls are resting, she has a rare moment of time to herself and she uses it to continue writing up plans for a facelift of the decor, repairs and cleaning within the building...a plan that likely will take time to aqquire the coin for without it putting a dent in her business ofcourse and business is indeed good.

It isnt long before she is joined by Mrs Bucket, a welcome sight she appreciates the wisdom, insight to the new setting she and the girls find themselves in. They converse a while...Madame Beljuril stops the paperwork to enjoy the company offering her a glass of wine...Mrs Bucket as usual would refuse politely as she is doing well in her sobriety. Mrs Bucket has become something of a woman they all lean on for emotional, moral support as and when they need it because she is honest, doesn't hold her verbal punches as to be expected of a long serving working girl enjoying her twilight years. As Mrs Bucket is leaving the office she notices a look in her eyes not quite seen before...she pauses a moment and thinks twice of asking, perhaps it is something they could discuss when she is ready.

Madame Beljuril would bid Mrs Bucket a fine day and that she need only ask for anything, as Mrs Bucket leaves the room she says with gusto "If I 'ad need of anything dearie that you adn't already provided, that would be a shocking day" the door closes. Madame Beljuril laughs to herself before she notices the time dashing to the window to catch a glance of him as he makes his way past The Prancing Bull towards the east side of the docks, she sighs happily to herself watching him march by and as quick as he is there hes gone...she returns to her desk pouring herself the first glass of wine for the day, swirling it around to coat the inside of the glass, she raises it to her lips first savouring the scent before taking a less then generous sip...a patient woman to take such time with something she adores.

[Masterbard Alyster Darkharp]

Alyster is noted to visit the Bull often since the change in ownership, and those within would report that he seems to 'revel in being allowed inside' after all these years of oppression. Being a second class citizen got better every year it seemed in Cormyr. Alyster generally keeps to himself and reads in a corner while enjoying an ale or two, engaging in normal gossip with the ladies of the establishment.

[Mooseocalypse]

A girl wearing a green silken dress fitting to her hour glass form was seen wandering from The Prancing Bull carrying an book open book.

Madame Beljuril waved her off after a warm embrace.

She returned after a few bell tolls carrying the same open book and a smile on her face, greeted with yet another warm embrace from Madame Beljuril.

[Mooseocalypse]

Mrs Bucket wakes up and all is silent, the girls are resting, Madame Beljuril is enjoying a morning stroll.

She slowly sits up careful, glancing around the room blinking her eyes not quite awake yet to see with the wisdom of her years.

After what seems to her like a lifetime she raises steadily to her feet, pottering about and cleaning from the previous nights mess, she neednt do this nor has been asked though in her mind none quite do the job as well as she, they are young and have much to learn.

After she is satisfied with her once over, she wanders the building room to room making sure all the girls are alright, those without a blanket covering themselves have one pulled over them and a loving pat on the head. Taking care of them asif they where her own children, she smiles to herself in sentiment closing the doors quietly behind her as to not wake them.

Slowly she takes to the staircase heading down and into the main room...her stomache rumbles...she nods knowing full well its that time and heads for the kitchen. Grabbing what food she has deemed takes her fancy for breakfast that day, being of her age she has grown accustomed to a full Cormyrean breakfast in her words "A good breakfast sets yer up fer the day" much to the delight of a local stray she took in, she called him Shadow on account of the fact he followed her around as though he was her shadow. They sit at a table and two small plates are set with a full Cormyrean breakfast...Shadow waits until she eats...odd that the cat would show such manners yet here it is, showing purfect etiquette.

After breakfast is eaten they both share a moment of understanding of being full and enjoy it a while, him with a saucer of milk, her with a glass of water. Shadow is actually quite the addition to the establishment, he is a good mouser keeping the vermin population minimal if even existent within its walls, no mouse nor rat has been seen for some time since he decided he was living there.

[Mooseocalypse]

It's the last call, clients and customers alike are finishing their last rounds within the establishment.

Madame Beljuril motions most of her girls to help each along in their way out the door before they head upstairs for rest.

A bouncer handles the rowdier of the clients and customers alongside the amazonian built of the girls wearing a dark grey silken dress fit to her hour glass form, as is uniform for the girls under Madame Beljurils employ though varying in colours of each girls own choosing.

Once all have been escorted...in a manner of fashion out the door for the night the amazonian built girl bids farewell to the bouncer after a few jibes about weight training with rocks and boulders.

She did always enjoy giving the impression she was something of a knucklehead to those who did not know her well enough, she locked and bolted the doors shut, drew all curtains closed and collected all the glasses taking them back to the kitchen placing them next to the sink...in one fell swoop, Mrs Bucket did admire how she could do this in one run.

The amazonian built girl wandered back and fourth in the main room awaiting Madame Beljuril...albeit somewhat nervously, they currently do not see eye to eye and this isnt due to the fact that she stands tall above them.

While she waits she sees a lanceboard stuffed away in a corner and decides to play to pass the time, she had gotten rather good at playing this game...she had a wiz of a teacher who taught her well...upon thinking she twirls a lock of raven hair around her fingers...and for hands as big as hers this was...quite the sight when she acted feminine for such a large and imposing frame. She could almost play herself and the man who taught her from memory perfectly...though she could not beat him she came closer this time...and with little proof though she did smile to herself proudly.

Madame Beljuril returns to find her and watches silently a moment, a side of this girl she had not seen before...perhaps although she wasnt pleased of how it came about she could not deny its effects a benefit to the business. This amazonian girl no longer chases clients away for merely breathing wrong in anyones presence which was a blessing and relief to their earnings. She takes a seat opposite her and they talk, perhaps settling differances and rebuilding bridges though that is between the two of them for the time being.

The amazonian girl leaves The Prancing Bull heading to the east side of the docks with a beaming bright smile.

[demolicious]

Recently, a certain Tethyrian bard, typically dressed in blues and blacks, has been visiting the Prancing Bull somewhat irregularly.
When present, Marcus can usually be seen either chatting with staff and other regulars, or finding a comfortable spot to play a song or two over a tankard.

He seems to be on casual, if polite, conversation terms with the new owner, but out of the staff, he seems to spend most time with a pair of silent twins, often greeting the sight of them with a warm smile.
Though no doubt their fair share of love songs and romantic ballads end up being performed on request of the resident ladies, there has been an almost mourning overtone to his music lately, however faint it may be.

[Mooseocalypse]

It was one of the twins favourite nights, the bard wearing blues and blacks was there playing his songs.

As all the girls did enjoy working on the nights he brought the music, they danced with clients or customers until the music stopped.

Though the twins would spend most their time lingering around where the bard played, sounds intrigued them being they where unable to make their own.

Each twin wearing silken hour glass form fitting dresses, one of a deep red the other of a deep blue, the uniform likely a welcoming sight to many eyes of clients and customers alike entering the building.

They leaned as close as they could to the bard without distracting him from playing his instrument, exchanging smiles.

As the night escaped them the twins would share words in silence between eachother through their hands, anyone watching might otherwise not know this is simple hand sign language, their only means of communication, though...the two of them know eachother pretty well they can finish eachothers own...sign sentences...

As last call was heard ringing through the building customers, clients alike rushed to finish their drinks and time paid for before they where escorted from the premises.

The twins would share a warm embrace each with the bard before he too left waving him goodbye as he made his way into the docks.

Once the doors where shut they made their way to a room where one began to brush the others hair caringly as the other looked into the mirror of a vanity she sat before, they would switch after a time pampering eachother, Madame Beljuril would pay them a visit congratulating them on a night well done as always, though maybe she shouldnt these two where obviously her favourite girls...although tonight she wore a stern face and they where having by looks of it a difficult conversation.

Madame Beljuril left the room a look of concern yet...a conversation she had to have none the less, the twins where deflated a moment...one of them even lost her temper for a second but the other stayed her hand and this calmed the situation though their faces werent happy they acknowledged the fact and made a promise between themselves. They know they are in good employ and that Madame Beljuril takes care of her own, they needed to respect that and act accordingly.

When all was as quiet as they, they wandered the halls of the building...in a stalking motion as they spoke in hand signs between eachother though this time not the common type of hand sign...something else perhaps something only them two knew, this gave them advantage of not waking the others and could hear perfectly. Shadow was the only other awake, prowling for rats or mice there was none to be had he did good if simple work.

They found themselves in the main room each taking a seat infront of the piano sharing the small bench between them, each placing one hand on the piano asif they made a whole ones right, the others left and began to play a song in perfect sync, it was somber yet romantic...it echoed through the halls of the building though it woke none.

[Mooseocalypse]

Its midday and the girl in the green silken hour glass form fitting dress with an open book wanders the halls.

She paces with confidence even without seeing where she is going as she reads.

Her eyes rare leave whichever book she has her nose in that day which amused almost everyone else around her to see, though she didnt give it any other thoughts, how could she they where otherwise occupied with the contents of page upon page of knowledge flowing through spines that hold history without the pain of the weight.

She would place the books face down on her lap carefuly when she needed to though...she would find any excuse she could to pick the book back up again asif it was a compulsion...a nervous tick...an obsession.

Alas the girl just loved to read, it was her passion of being that she felt deep in her soul, she spent a lot of time with the twins even though they didnt converse with many due to them being unable to speak, she made the effort to learn to speak how they could communicate and would even translate for them at times between the other girls, stopping arguments and fights breaking out over useless vanity products or clothing and the like...things this book wyrm couldnt bare the thought of but understood the nature or need given her role within the establishment as each of theirs was.

She maintained a well kept bookshelf there amongst the halls, upto date with all the books she could get her hands on, from the easy to come by to the rare that she likely had saved up for out of hard earnt gold lions.

Madame Beljuril oftens would invite this girl to help her in the office with paperwork, an extra paying role as it where. Madame Beljuril never expected the girls to do anything for free and every extra role / task added was to be paid for. Respect was something she had from each girl, loyalty was more then earnt too.

When it was time for the door to open to the public and the first customers or clients for the day came sauntering in the book wyrm placed her beloved book of the day somewhere safe, the page marked with a letter she had come to care for from a dear new friend whom understood her on a level so close to her own.

[Mooseocalypse]

Madame Beljuril pulls back the curtains in her office early hours of the morning, wincing as the suns rays blaze through the window panes.

All is quiet again for her, she glances out over the docks watching as her neighbours open up shop, the stalls restock their wares and the workers head along their paths as they do each day.

Madame Beljuril pours her first glass of the finest red wine she could obtain in the land, slowly bringing it to her lips sighing contently as she savours first the scent before taking that very first sip...none other was like it and every after would pale in comparison.

Her silken hour glass form fitting dress in aqua clung to her body freshly cleaned and dried on a line in the fresh air out the back of the premesis.

She took to her seat infront of her desk, it looked busier then normal, more paperwork and plans for the establishment piled up.

*Knock knock* "Please do come in and do close the door behind you"

She smiles as the arrival enters her office, a smile she so rarely used for any, she places her glass on the desk away from the edge and runs a ringer along the rim of the glass eyeing this person stood before her. Almost as though she had been expecting them...eagerly though she would never let on how eager she awaits on anyone...she had pride and would stand by her word above all. She had to hold herself in such high regard, she was a role model to all her girls...each of them having the backgrounds they do she must show them that they are far more then they where and their limits are but that of their own imaginations.

A few bell tolls had passed and this visitor leaves, Madame Beljuril bids them fairwell from her officer chair, she made a point of staying in command of any and every situation, it was on her terms as and when, if you come to her. She heads to the window to watch them leave...placing a hand on a pane of glass and another hand to her chest...this person meant something to her though what...she would never tell a soul, showing any weakness infront of anyone wasnt something she would ever do again, she had been there done that and bought the parchment.

She lets down her hair and instructs Mrs Bucket to have a bath drew for her and to make it as hot as could be with the finest of oils and scents, she laid a new dress out on her bed with perfumes next to it, she was preparing for the day ahead as she did every other. Once the bath was drawn she would slip into it sighing as the heat worked its way through any tension built up in her body, laying there looking up at the ceiling and all the thoughts that consumed her mind where that of how to better provide for customers and clients needs or wants...then it hit her...why should they turn any away...an old outdated policy she wasnt fond of that hindered any coin made, she thought to herself once any renovation was under way this should be scrapped and instead all welcome though the catch would be proper behaviour and that if this wasnt upheld then it was out the door, simple yet beautiful.

[From Down Below]

*Zoey walks into the establishment to leave a letter for Madame Beljuril.*



--

Greetings Madame Beljuril,

A beach party will be hosted for everyone to attend,

If you could please spread the words to your ladies, I would greatly appreciate it.

A few sign in Suzail has been erected for everyone to see, but in case some of your ladies don't come out this way,

your words would be more useful.

Any other personnel from the Prancing Bull are welcomed to attend.. the more the merrier.

Beverages and food under the theme will be available.

Also don't forget to mention that everyone should bring a swimsuit, beach towels, and something to cover them from the sun!

The party will take place on the 15th Marpenoth, starting in the early afternoon, at the beach between Marsember and Suzail,

directional signs will be erected in time.

I hope to see you all there,

Regards,


- Zoey, A Simple Finger Wiggler.

*signed with her fingerprint*

[Mooseocalypse]

Mrs Bucket knocks on Madame Beljuril's office door *Knock knock knock*

It is early hours of the morn and a reply is heard "Mrs Bucket, please do enter and close the door behind you"

Upon entering the office Mrs Bucket does as instructed and closes the door behind her, Madame Beljuril is sat on the window sill watching out the window at the usual time before she offers Mrs Bucket a warm smile.

"You know you need not knock, you are more then welcome to come straight in though I do appreciate the courtesy" her voice is soothing, Mrs Bucket would give it her usual gusto "Well, just good manners aint it, a letter came fer ya, from a pointed hat lady" she offers the letter to Madame Beljuril.

Without a further word Mrs Bucket leaves the office, her stomache is telling her it is time and Shadow rubs around her ankles impatiently for his share.

Madame Beljuril opens the letter grinning wryly as she reads it, "Swimsuit....my girls wear hardly enough as it is...I daresay they would welcome an opportunity to enjoy the last of the warm weather" she sits at her desk...wine glass in right hand filled generously with the finest of red wines as she swirls it coating the inside, its the first scent and sip, she savours both a long moment before she makes a decision.

Meanwhile Mrs Bucket and Shadow are enjoying a full Cormyrean breakfast at the table as they do now each morning, something of a routine for them and with all the fresh produce they need not far from the door step it is both filling and quite a delight.

Madame Beljuril decides not to write a response in letter but that she will respond personaly, maybe bring some of the girls if not all with her before they open the doors for the day. She always did prefer the personal touch, it was far more elegant and showed more class.

[Mooseocalypse]

Madame Beljuril brings quill to parchment to write;

" Healer needed, as one can understand in our line of work there are many reasons this can be the case. A soft, caring hand with discretion and understanding as some can be sensative situations above all is what I ask of any applicant looking to offer their services to my girls or any of the staff under my charge. Please leave your name and where to send response to on your applications of interest within at the bar, it will find its way to me. *Signed Madame Beljuril* "

This notice is then placed in the most prominent street facing ground floor window that offers the most likelihood of being seen as any walk past it.

[TrueBlueOriginal]

A response is delivered in relation to the new notice in the window.

Madame Beljuril,

I offer castings of Remove Disease free of charge to any women of comfort that will receive the casting.  I also have an assortment of Cure spells available should there be need. 
I have visited the Prancin' Bull on multiple occasions in the past to offer such services, though I have had to do so with particular discretion as I have some elven lineage and have not been welcomed in the establishment by previous management. 

I offer the same casting service to any comfort women in the Suzail docks as opportunity allows. 

I can be reached by leaving a message at The Osculatory, though I will try to visit the Prancin' Bull again very soon. 

Sincerely,

Temptress Kira Pashar
Bardess and Servant of the Mother of Cats 
💋

[Mooseocalypse]

Madame Beljuril would write a letter in response that would be delivered to the afforementioned address.

The hand writing is feminine and the parchment carries her perfume ever so lightly, reading;

"Miss Kira Pashar,

Thank you for your timely application for my healer needed ad. I would appreciate to meet you in person and discuss your abilities and get to know you a little better as you will be around me, my girls and other members of staff. I wish to make sure that you would get along with them just fine and that they come to know your face as one they can trust and rely upon in time. Feel free to come by when the timing finds you and mine hopefuly allowing us to cross paths, some of the staff here may still be a little jaded from previous policy though in time this will change, that is a task I intend to see through.

Yours sincerely

Madame Beljuril"

//quick ooc didnt want to open up a thread for something that isnt mine its EDM Libbys(The Osculatory), so in here is fine for the purpose of this, also co-ordination through messages upon times would work well aswell across Timezones

[Mooseocalypse]

Its nearly closing time, the amazonian girl and the bouncer are trading training tips as the both of them flex poses.

Customers and clients alike finish their drinks and time paid for in no real rush though..the imposing sight of the two does indeed add a pace to them.

They are escorted off the premises, some a more hands on approach needed then others, a standard expectation of the business.

Once the last of them have left, the amazonian along with all the other girls and Madame Beljuril bids farewell to the bouncer.

The amazonian girl and Madame Beljuril head to her office as the rest of the girls shut up the establishment for the night drawing curtains, locking doors and windows collecting glasses and plates, the office door is closed behind them as privacy is needed for the conversation they are about to have.

Some bell tolls later the amazonian girl opens the office door and smiles to Madame Beljuril as she leaves shutting the door behind her. Heading for the east of the docks she enjoys the fresh air of the night, she found it somewhat romantic and there he stood waiting for her under a street lamp...her heart skips a beat.

They embrace eachother warmly both wearing a smile of admiration for eachother, him smaller then her so...she may have lifted him off the ground some...she shares the details of this conversation and the relief washes over her face, they head off into a close by establishment arms linked.

[Mooseocalypse]

Mrs Bucket returns with Shadow in tow, he looks kinda grumpy.

She makes her way to Madame Beljurils office explaining the letter had been delivered to a very strapping young man she might court herself.

Madame Beljuril giggles and motions for her to take a seat, helping her into the chair caringly.

She asks for a description of the man she spoke to and Madame Beljuril stops dead a moment...embaressment creeping over her face...Mrs Bucket looks her over worried some "Are ye alright lassie?" ....she remains silent if not but for the sucking in of air and no other noise for a good moment or two as she tries to find some composure.

She neatens her dress, tidies her hair and looks Mrs Bucket in the eyes "It is no worry, you did just fine and I am sure you made quite the impression, thank you so much for your dedication"

She rushes to the window looking easterly over the docks...pacing back and fourth some, biting her finger in thought of how to recover, Mrs Bucket watches in amusement "He was the lad wasnt he?"...she stops...replies without looking her way "He was indeed yes" "Madame Bel...please sit, yer a gorgeous lassie and a strong woman...what man wouldnt be lucky hmm?"...Madame Beljuril paces back to the window, hand on the pane of the glass..."I will explain to you one day, today is not that day".

[TrueBlueOriginal]

A woman in far too little clothing and her hair up in long black pigtails visited the Prancin' Bull and asked after Madame Beljuril.

She was familiar with the performer, though reluctant to speak to the bartender. Between the performer's various performances, she asked the performer if Madame Beljuril was around. It seemed the proprietress was unavailable so the woman announced she would try back later.

// I'm trying to figure out when is a good time to catch up with you in-game, but I have no idea. I'm trying to avoid scheduling anything as I hate scheduling.

[Mooseocalypse]

The staff would make note of the visitor asking after Madame Beljuril.

When she returns from her usual morning stroll they inform her of such.

She smiles softly and asks that they apologise in her stead should this continue to happen, like the passing of ships in the night some things are just the case.

//At this time I am usually doing the school run, anytime after this up until a point of picking my child up from school again should be ok, if needs be we can rp the meet up in here though timezones can be an issue there is always a way around, just finding what works

[Mooseocalypse]

It's midday and the twins are awake late...

Though one makes next to no effort in rushing to ready herself the other very camly and very pleasantly readies for the day.

Seeing her twin put her to shame she relents, moving lazily and moodily, resenting every moment of having to ready herself for another day ahead.

They make their way out of their room finaly dressed in their silken hour glass form fitting dresses clinging to every shape.

Silently they wander the hall, passing some of the other girls who simply retreat back into their rooms.

Madame Beljuril greets them both with a warm smile and embrace, they return the embrace and smile if a little reluctantly signing between eachother...she watches them both and sighs "I do not recognise this one...did you make -another- sign language up?" She asks annoyed, they both nodded in response and she rubs her temples in frustration. Realising how little they wish to interact with anyone outside of eachother and it worries her increasingly though for now she moves out of their way...watching on concerned knowing there is nothing she can do but be there for them if they require it.

Like ghosts they seem to haunt the building, the other girls avoid them if they can help it, customers and clients think they are ignorant...business partners consider them creepy. Madame Beljuril retreats to her office and goes over this in her mind...wondering if there was a way she could help them regain the ability to speak and even if she did...would they?

She had much to consider and at a time she didnt need it, the day was coming in thicker and faster...she needed to be ready to say goodbye and pay her respects.

The twins found the book wyrm and decided to sit with her, one of few people they would interact with for obvious reasons, she simply glanced over them and rolled her eyes. Turning a page of her book, she speaks with a tone rarely heard "You two need to wind your necks in, the probablity of keeping your heads above water without being here are minimal at best, I would bet you to find a better employer with better benefits then you currently have here, short answer there are none so save yourselves and -everyone- else here the time of your petty little temper tantrums and grow the hells up or get the hells out" with those last words she shut her book and walked away from them without so much as even a glance back.

The twins jaws dropped in unison...they did not know where to place themselves...she had always been so quiet and so understanding...they had food for thought to consider. Mrs Bucket lingering with Shadow in tow as always...sits down at the table with them offering them both a hand to hold and a warm smile, no words where used between the three of them, simply a moment of warmth needed, though neither twin would admit to this, they had always been so distant and closed off.

[Mooseocalypse]

Madame Beljuril wakes early hours as usual, pulls back the curtains and looks over the docks smiling softly to herself in memory.

She watches as the stalls are stocked with fresh produce, trinkets, odds and ends. The dock workers make their way through the stalls as though it was a well rehearsed dance routine and her neighbours opening up for the day to peddle their wares and make ends meet bringing home the bacon.

There is a knock at her door "Enter and please do close the door behind you", a young book wyrm steps in through the door, face guilt ridden.

They speak a while although Madame Beljuril doesnt like what she hears she understands why and asks the girl not to worry, that they will come around in time, perhaps they even needed time away for a few days.

She gives the book wyrm a warm and caring embrace before sending her along her way.

The time nears and she looks out the window...sighing thinking of a much more simpler life before all this though...she wouldnt be without her girls now, for better or worse they complete her, even if they make her want to pull her hair out at times.

She catches sight of him if only for the briefest of moments but to her those moments where enough, he marches through to the east side of the docks at a militant pace, she brings her favourite wine glass to her lips, savouring taste and scent of the first sip as always...nothing much compared to the satisfaction.

Like that he was gone and a hand rests against the pane of the glass window, its cold touch against her warm soft skin...a feeling she didnt react to anymore, she even came to expect this as part of her morning routine and without it maybe she'd be lost.

The paperwork on her desk once pilled high now sorted and worked through one sheet at a time, she smiles at her dedication to the fact all the while a silken dress clung to her hour glass figure showing every shape customers and clients alike appreciated...she knew this...hells it was even a part of her business plan that these features be highlighted on her and all the girls, comfort comes in many shapes and forms...varying acts, most the time they just wanted someone to listen to their woes and fears without judgement...having a pretty face, well kept hair, nails and a shapely form to look at while they did this wasnt going to hurt anybody.

[Mooseocalypse]

Today is a solemn day, the day before tomorrow...Madame Beljuril, a few of the girls must pay respects and say goodbye.

She rises from the chair she fell asleep in, her office now a familiar sight she glances around the room nothing seems out of the ordinary.

Slowly she makes her way to the window...reaching out to pull back the curtains when she hears a voice...she jumps out of her skin...this is something her eyes had not seen..yet her ears heard it all too well.

Clutching her chest she takes a moment to compose herself, she did not want to be seen as anything less then she showed the world.

Turning on her heel she offers a warm smile, softens facial features so whatever face she wore before facing them was gone now.

"You did not knock, nor did I say you could enter" sternly the words leave her lips

The rest of the building is quiet, not another sound or peep from another soul.