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[demon_knight]

[Open Spam]

[Jeryline's glad to get the hell off the boat, definitely. This past month had been some bullshit, she got to do a damn "two steps forward and nine steps back" dance with her inmate thanks to some mind-fuckery turning the ship topsy turvy, and she accidentally hurt one of her friends when she was just looking for a little comfort. She's eager to get off and visit somewhere very new, and it's not like the Admiral's terms seem that hard. She's lived under more rough conditions.

After triple checking to make sure Cleo has all the catfood she'll need and water and her litter box is nice and clean, she leaves the ship, accounting for a couple of inmates, and just decides to walk around the town and see what needs to be done.]

Comments

[fuckingvisions]

Consider it a date darlin, 'cause I ain't about to say no to that.

[ Hell just the idea was fantastic. He missed cheap diner food. Last good burger he got was in London with Seth before his bud went MIA. He was following her, god that smelled good.] I don't know what that is, but damn it smells nice.

I did. LA was good for that much, what about you? What's your favorite?

[demon_knight]

I'm pretty much a burger and fries girl. But I'll take whatever that is. [She points to a large dining hall as they get close. There seems to be a cover charge, and she knows she'll have to dip into hotel room and possible awesome cloak money, but she's already fishing to get something out of her pocket.]

[dublinbrogue]

Well I'll be sure to let you kn ow if I see a place like that next place we end up, and you do the same yeah? [ He asked as he followed her towards the dining hall keeping to pace. Doyle would totally hit the dice games later to try to help get the money made up. His luck isn't always terrible. When they reached the door he pulled his arm free of hers just so he could pull the door for her. Random moments of gentlemenly behavior, shh don't tell. It might ruin his non-exsistant reputation.]