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Jess
Mar 7, 2006 1:38:59 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 7, 2006 1:38:59 GMT -5
I think so, yes.
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Jess
Mar 7, 2006 1:47:04 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 7, 2006 1:47:04 GMT -5
The waitress takes it down. Dajess says, "A steak! I like this girl. I'll have your cheese steak and a blueberry Space Soda." Relan says, "I want your waffle and omelette combo as well as your blue cheese chicken sandwich. That with soup and salad of the day, please, and get these two soups." The waitress nods. "Will that be all?"
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Jess
Mar 7, 2006 1:57:07 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 7, 2006 1:57:07 GMT -5
Jessica will ask for something to color with to occupy herself.
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Jess
Mar 7, 2006 2:10:39 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 7, 2006 2:10:39 GMT -5
The placemat she is using is a disposable paper one that comes with crayons and a maze, coloring section, etc.
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Jess
Mar 7, 2006 2:17:57 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 7, 2006 2:17:57 GMT -5
Jessica has at it. Attempts to stay within the lines.
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Jess
Mar 7, 2006 2:31:33 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 7, 2006 2:31:33 GMT -5
Something seems to take over Jess as she draws. Memories begin to pour back into her, then disappear, giving her incredible inspiration. She begins to make color gradations worthy of an art gallery, more realistic than real. People begin to stare.
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Jess
Mar 7, 2006 2:40:36 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 7, 2006 2:40:36 GMT -5
Jessica will continue, and once out of room, flip the paper over, and continue, once out of room again snag her parents place mats and contiue further, and become entranced.
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Jess
Mar 7, 2006 2:52:17 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 7, 2006 2:52:17 GMT -5
Her parents place mats are not the kids' editions.
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Jess
Mar 7, 2006 2:58:36 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 7, 2006 2:58:36 GMT -5
Well that blows...I don't believe the table would be the best next medium for artwork...When she runs out of room she'll stop and cratquie he work and sighs "I don't think it convays enough emotion personally." She hands the work to her mother.
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Jess
Mar 7, 2006 3:02:48 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 7, 2006 3:02:48 GMT -5
Given how long it takes, the food is there by that time. Relan and Dajess are incredibly impressed.
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Jess
Mar 7, 2006 3:21:54 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 7, 2006 3:21:54 GMT -5
Jessica looks down at the food "Oh steak, and salad!" She'll unfold half her napkin, grab her fork and start in on the salad, eating 75% of it, slowly and in tiny bites. Then she'll move onto the steak and eat all of it, enjoying ever little bite of it, the juices, the fat, and the grizzle. sipping the soda as well.
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Jess
Mar 7, 2006 15:50:00 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 7, 2006 15:50:00 GMT -5
The steak is very good and hearty, a basic flavor. It comes with thick fries dipped in an au jus. The salad takes a little to get used to (something tells her it's not supposed to taste like this), but quickly she gets to like the array of flavors. The soda is delectable, with a strange synthetic flavor to it. She eats quickly then notices a thin white glow about her. An onion sticks out of Dajess' mouth as he says, "Ah, you're getting Magi glow."
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Jess
Mar 8, 2006 1:42:45 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 8, 2006 1:42:45 GMT -5
Jess will give a paniced expression "What?!?..."
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Jess
Mar 8, 2006 2:10:03 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 8, 2006 2:10:03 GMT -5
"When Magi eat too much, they get a glow. You're a Magi. I wanted you to be full before I told you that."
Jess nearly passes out from the horrible rush of memories.
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Jess
Mar 8, 2006 19:27:00 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 8, 2006 19:27:00 GMT -5
ooc: Im not possitive but alot of those memories would probably make her want to vomit...Does she remember whom she was or exactly what did i remember...in a brief overview?
Jess begins to feel sick "I...I don't feel so good...." she'll use the table to brace herself from falling over and passing out.
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Jess
Mar 8, 2006 20:14:42 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 8, 2006 20:14:42 GMT -5
OOG: Nothing that conscious yet. It's random things, but it's a thousand times as intense as any deja vu.
Jess is right. The rush of memories causes her to simply black out. She wakes up around thirty seconds later. They've ceased.
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Jess
Mar 8, 2006 23:10:17 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 8, 2006 23:10:17 GMT -5
Jess will look around "May I have some more water please?"
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Jess
Mar 9, 2006 1:42:34 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 9, 2006 1:42:34 GMT -5
"Of course." Relan is now sitting by Jess. People are saying, "Is she okay?" "What an adorable little girl! *whisper* Is it congenital?" Dajess says, "She's fine."
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Jess
Mar 9, 2006 3:20:35 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 9, 2006 3:20:35 GMT -5
Jessica will drink her fill, and look at her mostly empty plate of food. Then at Dajess "Why didn't you warn me..." Jessica nurses her water a bit "I would have warned you, it really wasn't very nice of you."
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Jess
Mar 9, 2006 4:25:35 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 9, 2006 4:25:35 GMT -5
"Because I didn't know. You keep proudly telling us that you throw us for a loop. Apparently you do it to yourself too."
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Jess
Mar 9, 2006 19:30:55 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 9, 2006 19:30:55 GMT -5
Jessica gives a sarcastic grin "...how old am I?..."
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Jess
Mar 9, 2006 20:35:27 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 9, 2006 20:35:27 GMT -5
"Less than one years old."
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Jess
Mar 10, 2006 2:04:00 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 10, 2006 2:04:00 GMT -5
Jess nods..."What was my biological mothers name? and My fathers name?...." Jessica lets her head fill with all the questions she has ever had in her time with her new parents.
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Jess
Mar 10, 2006 2:59:15 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 10, 2006 2:59:15 GMT -5
"You didn't have a father: Mirror People don't. To the best of our knowledge, your mother was Hanaya Ren. She was wanted for questioning, but... well, that lynch mob beat us to her."
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Jess
Mar 11, 2006 4:10:22 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 11, 2006 4:10:22 GMT -5
Jessica looks concerned "What questions did you want to ask her?" Jessica feels a bit warm and woozy(I'd imagion, this would be alot to take all at once for anyone.) "I...I think I want to go home..."
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Jess
Mar 11, 2006 12:39:46 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 11, 2006 12:39:46 GMT -5
"We wanted to see what she had done, what... Well, let's talk about that later. I have a toast to make!", Relan says, picking up her glass. "To family, however new it may be."
OOG: Jess does not remember this ritual.
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Jess
Mar 12, 2006 0:32:48 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 12, 2006 0:32:48 GMT -5
OOC: What ritual?
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Jess
Mar 12, 2006 5:29:02 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 12, 2006 5:29:02 GMT -5
OOG: The social ritual of toasting...
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Jess
Mar 12, 2006 13:21:40 GMT -5
Post by Ainsophaur on Mar 12, 2006 13:21:40 GMT -5
OOC: Oh got ya.
Jess gives a perplexed look and says after her mother is finished talking "...Why?...I don't understand..."
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Jess
Mar 12, 2006 13:53:08 GMT -5
Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 12, 2006 13:53:08 GMT -5
"You see, a toast is a gesture we perform when we put our glasses together and make a gesture to something, like... family, or friends."
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