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Celuien · 01-06-2006, 05:48 PM

"Why, of course, Valde. I'd be delighted to have you with me." Panakeia beamed, trying very hard to supress a fluttering sensation she felt at the pit of her stomach. Somehow, the brooding, mysterious actor swept her back to an almost forgotten time. A time when Panakeia sat on the veranda at her parents' estate, Taräê, surrounded by dozens of admirers. An almost unpleasant warmth suffused her cheeks, and she hoped that no one could see her blushing. Fortunately, the multitudinous layers of Maì Bêllienè plastered over her face effectively concealed any traces of her embarrassment.

She chided herself. Stop that, you ninny. You're not a child, after all. But the feeling did not subside. Panakeia looked at the ground, then out to the side, searching for something to change the direction of her thoughts.

"Bert!" she snapped. The unfortunate kamura troll lumbered over to her side. "Where have you been? We have to get on our way." As Bert apologized profusely for his absence, Panakeia silently gave thanks that Anakron had seen fit to send the reality show crew with them. It would keep her from being too absurd on the trip to Lost Angles.

Just as she was about to head back into the Cruiser, a voice echoed over her head. It was Wilhelmina, asking for Pearie Ockcide Potion and perfume! Panakeia's ears perked up. Why, of course she had all of that, and more. Just about anything anyone could want. She flung open her sample case and stood it up on its rickety legs, revealing a dizzying array of perfumes, cosmetics, and the all important P.O.P.

A few minutes later, her case lightened by several items, and her scarf weighted down by a few extra trolls, Panakeia led the way back to the PT Cruiser that had brought them to the Casino. Their trip to Mount Doom had left the Cruiser with a little less than half a tank of gasoline. She hoped it would be enough to bring the party to Trollywood. Valde, being careful to maintain a dramatic expression, climbed in on the other side, Bert crawled into the rear with the remaining spare tires, and they set off in the general direction of Lost Angles.

01-06-2006, 05:48 PM	#106
Celuien Riveting Ribbiter Join Date: May 2005 Location: Assigned to Mordor Posts: 1,767	"Why, of course, Valde. I'd be delighted to have you with me." Panakeia beamed, trying very hard to supress a fluttering sensation she felt at the pit of her stomach. Somehow, the brooding, mysterious actor swept her back to an almost forgotten time. A time when Panakeia sat on the veranda at her parents' estate, Taräê, surrounded by dozens of admirers. An almost unpleasant warmth suffused her cheeks, and she hoped that no one could see her blushing. Fortunately, the multitudinous layers of Maì Bêllienè plastered over her face effectively concealed any traces of her embarrassment. She chided herself. Stop that, you ninny. You're not a child, after all. But the feeling did not subside. Panakeia looked at the ground, then out to the side, searching for something to change the direction of her thoughts. "Bert!" she snapped. The unfortunate kamura troll lumbered over to her side. "Where have you been? We have to get on our way." As Bert apologized profusely for his absence, Panakeia silently gave thanks that Anakron had seen fit to send the reality show crew with them. It would keep her from being too absurd on the trip to Lost Angles. Just as she was about to head back into the Cruiser, a voice echoed over her head. It was Wilhelmina, asking for Pearie Ockcide Potion and perfume! Panakeia's ears perked up. Why, of course she had all of that, and more. Just about anything anyone could want. She flung open her sample case and stood it up on its rickety legs, revealing a dizzying array of perfumes, cosmetics, and the all important P.O.P. A few minutes later, her case lightened by several items, and her scarf weighted down by a few extra trolls, Panakeia led the way back to the PT Cruiser that had brought them to the Casino. Their trip to Mount Doom had left the Cruiser with a little less than half a tank of gasoline. She hoped it would be enough to bring the party to Trollywood. Valde, being careful to maintain a dramatic expression, climbed in on the other side, Bert crawled into the rear with the remaining spare tires, and they set off in the general direction of Lost Angles. Last edited by Celuien; 01-10-2006 at 05:33 PM.