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Post by Molly deBrunda on Nov 1, 2014 0:18:38 GMT
Molly liked the museum. Greenhouse Street doesn't have a library yet, so the museum was the closed thing. Molly walked around the giant room that she was in. Her most favorite room. The room of extinction. Molly skirted around a giant real-life-size sculpture of the Giant Sloth. Molly looked at it's detailed fur. She looked at the grass below it and realized something wrong. The grass was too green. In the past time, the grass was a darker green. She had to find someone. Who owned this place? "Hey!" she called. "Who owns this place?" |
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Post by Ambrosia Greenleaf on Nov 4, 2014 13:12:46 GMT
Ambrosia had been taking a brisk look at the museum, due to the stupid science project she had due on Monday. She hated spending Friday afternoons in stupid museums. Her eyes swivelled a little, and she blinked to stop herself from passing out. A call from that girl... Molly, yes? Yeah. Molly. Woke her fully, and she raced along corridors to finally find her next to a giant sloth. What the heck? "And why hello, young lady. I would like to inform you that you may not shout in this museum. Sincerely, Peter van Duchison. Now, would you like some raisin bran?" I said with an overly exaggerated british accent. |
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Post by Molly deBrunda on Nov 5, 2014 9:38:44 GMT
Molly shook her head. "No." she said flatly. "But I would like to repaint this structure." Molly was very bright and expected everyone else to be bright. So little mistakes like the wrong color of grass infuriate her. "Anyway, why are you here?" |
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Post by Ambrosia Greenleaf on Nov 6, 2014 15:17:29 GMT
Ambrosia shrugged at Molly's extreme literature. Just give this lady a packet of fries and five bucks and she'll help you right away. "Science project. It's due on Monday, super boring. Doing some random crap about saber tooth tigers." she said, then sighed and collapsed on one of the hard red sofas. "You?" |
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Post by Molly deBrunda on Nov 7, 2014 10:27:41 GMT
Molly looked at the giant sloth again. "Looking around." she turned to Ambrosia. "You need help? I'd help you, I'm sooo bored! What's your name?" She hesitated. "Mine's Molly deBrunda" |
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Post by Ambrosia Greenleaf on Nov 7, 2014 22:55:09 GMT
"Ambrosia Greenleaf." Ambrosia said, nodding and standing up. "That'd be helpful. I don't even know where the saber toothed tigers are." she muttered, curling her hair around her finger unconsciously. Hey, it was a habit. What'd you expect? The charmspeaker took out a cute white pad and a black pen, then spun the pen around on her finger a little. "So where'd you think the tiger would be?" she asked, looking around. |
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Post by Molly deBrunda on Nov 7, 2014 23:18:46 GMT
Molly felt drowsy. Her legs buckled. She stood straight up again and suddenly felt the urge to give Ambrosia knowledge. That was her power. "Saber tooth tigers are down the corridor." She pointed to her left where a hallway stood. "Second door to the right. Or I could just give you knowledge," |
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Post by Ambrosia Greenleaf on Dec 28, 2014 14:02:30 GMT
Ambrosia glanced sideways at her. "Uh... you can do that sorta chiz?" she asked cautiously, blinking. Switching her charmspeak on unconsciously, she smiled. "Yeah, thanks. I'll take one serving of knowledge. May I have frieds with that?" she said, charmspeak and humor dripping from the sentences. |
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Post by Molly deBrunda on Dec 30, 2014 7:58:03 GMT
Molly closed her eyes and thought about her knowledge of saber tooth tigers. Then, she opened them as wide as she could and looked at Ambrosia. She felt the knowledge around her grow and become larger as the other person in the room became more smart. Her eyes relaxed and the knowledge around her stopped growing. "There." she said sternly. |
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Post by Ambrosia Greenleaf on Jan 3, 2015 12:13:06 GMT
Ambrosia felt a wave of thing rush toward her. She steeled her mind then shut it off, apart from a small section where she could store the tiger knowledge. "Thanks. That was... nice?" she said, wrinkling her nose and running a hand through her hair unconsciously. "Sooooo." she said, wincing. "Uh, what street do you live on?" she asked, writing down Molly's name on the white notepad with cute curly writing. |
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Post by Molly deBrunda on Jan 8, 2015 9:09:05 GMT
"Street 43, you?" (Sorry, short) |
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Post by Ambrosia Greenleaf on Jan 8, 2015 9:21:47 GMT
"Really? Same. That's cool." Ambrosia said, smiling slightly and writing down Molly's address. "Um... do you have a phone number?" |
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Post by Molly deBrunda on Jan 10, 2015 8:56:05 GMT
Molly nodded her head. "Not a mobile, just a home phone. But that won't matter, as we are on the same street." |
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Post by Ambrosia Greenleaf on Jan 10, 2015 10:16:12 GMT
"True, true." Ambrosia said, twirling the pencil. "Which one's your house?" |
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Post by Molly deBrunda on Jan 12, 2015 7:16:11 GMT
(See if you can spot the joke :3) "The white one," she answered. "With a red roof, number 15," |
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