RP: Bippity Boppity Boo, what?!
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tutistempus_rpgWho: Lisa Turpin (Cinderella), public
When: 26 May 2002
Where: World's End Pub
What: Lisa can't get the pub clean enough, but one makes do.
Rating: PG
Open/Closed: Public : Closed
'Ella couldn't believe the strange man had told her she cleaned with magic those two weeks ago. That was the Fairy Godmother's place, not hers. He had introduced himself as Royal Chef Paul, though, so surely he couldn't know that much about things around here. There certainly was nothing 'royal' about the drab pub she'd found herself in, and apparently working at considering her sore feet and the way she knew instinctively where everything was.
She'd met the strange, surly man first thing in the morning, having must have knocked her head something awful the evening before. She woke up on a couch she didn't know, in the most scandalous man's britches and under shirt all in black. That first morning she'd gotten to work using the magic thing Paul pointed out - her wand - to do up some appropriate clothes for herself. If Prince Charming was to come find her and rescue her, she wasn't going to be wearing britches, that was for sure!
Since then she'd gotten more comfortable, but she'd counted the hours hoping her Prince would come. Today she was waiting tables on the orders of Paul and if her opinion counted for anything, she'd gotten quite good at it. Stepping out onto the patio into the strong sunshine, she gave a whistle to a nearby bird and smiled brightly at the customers that awaited her.
When: 26 May 2002
Where: World's End Pub
What: Lisa can't get the pub clean enough, but one makes do.
Rating: PG
Open/Closed: Public : Closed
'Ella couldn't believe the strange man had told her she cleaned with magic those two weeks ago. That was the Fairy Godmother's place, not hers. He had introduced himself as Royal Chef Paul, though, so surely he couldn't know that much about things around here. There certainly was nothing 'royal' about the drab pub she'd found herself in, and apparently working at considering her sore feet and the way she knew instinctively where everything was.
She'd met the strange, surly man first thing in the morning, having must have knocked her head something awful the evening before. She woke up on a couch she didn't know, in the most scandalous man's britches and under shirt all in black. That first morning she'd gotten to work using the magic thing Paul pointed out - her wand - to do up some appropriate clothes for herself. If Prince Charming was to come find her and rescue her, she wasn't going to be wearing britches, that was for sure!
Since then she'd gotten more comfortable, but she'd counted the hours hoping her Prince would come. Today she was waiting tables on the orders of Paul and if her opinion counted for anything, she'd gotten quite good at it. Stepping out onto the patio into the strong sunshine, she gave a whistle to a nearby bird and smiled brightly at the customers that awaited her.
