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bitchprince) wrote2010-09-05 10:07 am
bitchprince) wrote2010-09-05 10:07 am
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Camelot Citadel, Saturday Night into Sunday
Camelot stood peaceful as it sometimes did: no sorcerers had been burned in about a forthnight, there were no bandits getting particularly close to the city proper, and there were no real problems with the food or water.
Inside one room, the Lady Catrina and her servant busied themselves with something particularly noxious-smelling. And a trinket. But that was hardly of any import just yet. After all, that was their business.
In the morning, the knights would head out for training. In the afternoon, Uther would recieve citizens in need of mediation or favours in his audience chamber. The markets would bustle, and the farmers would work.
Yes. It was just another day in Camelot.
Inside one room, the Lady Catrina and her servant busied themselves with something particularly noxious-smelling. And a trinket. But that was hardly of any import just yet. After all, that was their business.
In the morning, the knights would head out for training. In the afternoon, Uther would recieve citizens in need of mediation or favours in his audience chamber. The markets would bustle, and the farmers would work.
Yes. It was just another day in Camelot.
Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning
Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning
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Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning
Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning
Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning
"Arthur really thought you wanted to see her naked?"
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Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning
No, Francine, that just when he sees Katchoo, you know. And you, you know. Together.
Re: Gaius's Chambers, Sunday Morning