Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160721185731/@comment-28358106-20160722225615

There is a thunderclap heard outside. The doors burst open, and In come Ibrahim and Regina, half running, straightening their cuffs and smoothing their clothes, and...picking feathers out of their hair? They are quietly bickering.

"Godsdamned Harpy flock...what are the odds..."

"Sweetheart, not now," Regina says through clenched teeth. "Let me see your cummerbund."

"Forget the cummerbund!   We're going to be..."

And they see everyone seated, dressed the same...and watching them.

There is an awkward silence. I wave sheepishly at Jeiel. "Sorry, old boy.  Harpy troubles.  Ah!  Here we are!"

I yank Regina by the hand and we slide into seats next to Praetor and his group. I sit there, dusting down off of my coat.

"Huh.  Nice trim on the, um, tie." I lean in. "Thanks for saving us a seat," I whisper.

Regina looks at Rhun, Nezon and Aabi. "My goodness,  don't you three look lovely! " she says, picking a feather out of her hair.