Circe's Manor

[AmbushCat]

I think the first sign we were visiting the deep end of the sanity pool was when the area's resident Dark Lord of the Sith was temporarily cursed to turn into Foghorn Leghorn.

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Felinoid: *nods; takes the clipboard and pen* Thank you very much. You have a good day. *turns and walks away, hopping over the gate (complete with an audible "Boing") and vanishing from sight*

[Circe]

I think the first sign we were visiting the deep end of the sanity pool was when the area's resident Dark Lord of the Sith was temporarily cursed to turn into Foghorn Leghorn.

...Yes, I suppose that would do it.

Felinoid: *nods; takes the clipboard and pen* Thank you very much. You have a good day. *turns and walks away, hopping over the gate (complete with an audible "Boing") and vanishing from sight*

*The maid closes the door, then takes the packages and begins the journey up to the gym.*

[AmbushCat]

If you ever want to visit the place someday (preferably when Himitsu is absent), feel free. When there's not as much strange stuff happening, it's actually a fun place.

Not saying Muffinville isn't, or anything like that.

[Circe]

*circe nods.* I'll think about it.

[AmbushCat]

*Amber smiles, then gets up and walks over to the karaoke machine to see if she can find something worthwhile to sing.*

[Circe]

*It's around now that the maid comes with the packages.* Miss Circe, the training equipment you were expecting has arrived.

Very well. Go put it in the closet for now. We can set it up later.

Yes, ma'am. *The maid heads over to the supply closet and places the boxes within.*

[AmbushCat]

Took him a little longer than I thought to send it over.

[Circe]

Well, at least it got here.

[Whatevr89532]

A man in a modern imitation of a red mage garb--most notably including a red pointed hat with a feather--is walking along the street, poring over what appears to be some sort of index or phone or address book or something. He walks by the gate of Circe's house, stops after a moment to drop the book to his side, turns back and knocks on the gate with his free hand, as nonsensical as that is.

[Circe]

*The doormaid runs up to the gate.* Hello there, sir. Is Miss Circe expecting you?

[AmbushCat]

Well, at least it got here.

True, that.

*Amber makes her choice. The karaoke machine starts up with Tom Cochrane's "Life Is A Highway"*

[Circe]

Yeah. ...So, was there anything else you wanted to talk about, or...?

[AmbushCat]

Can't think of anything else. I guess all that's left is to sit back and enjoy what's left of the festivities. *listens with half an ear to Amber's performance*

[Circe]

Yeah. ...Say, I was sort of thinking about opening a restaurant somewhere in Muffinville.

[AmbushCat]

*interested* A restaurant? Really?