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[Margaery]

MARGAERY FOLIE-MIKAELSON

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MAKE ME QUEEN OR
I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED

[member=1148]CHURCH[/member] [member=1137]CABOOSE[/member]

The get along shirt- an infamous, legendary article of clothing best known for resolving differences. While this one was not the "original" per say, Margaery still deemed it fit for fixing the issues between two members who she had noticed didn't quite get along.  Normally, she'd never involve herself with methods of this caliber but she was curious: how would they react to being put into a shirt together and told to stay in there until they were friends? She had cut two head holes into the shirt to make things easier but still, the closeness would surely cause more distance between the pair or do what she hoped and fix the issue.

[b]"Caboose, darling? Church, love? May I see the both of you?" Margaery inquired brightly, a charming (albeit almost mischievous) smile upon her lips, "I have a little... idea."

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[Grimm]

This was... strange to say the least of it.

It had become harder to force themself out into the open any more, their prior fears for the observatory removed simply for their want to be alone, left in darkness where none may find them, yet it had only aggravated the problem. Exhaustion had long since seeped into their very bones, each movement sluggish and holding a hesitant edge, as though they were scared their legs would simply buckle, yet they had sought the warmth of the sun once more, wanted to fill their lungs with fresh air, not the stale air within their room. One of these days they would clean and air it out, make it something more than the dingy mess it had become, but they had no care to do so today.

Of all days Art had to force themself to raise it had to be today, short strides bringing them closer to Margaery they looked upon the shirt with curiosity and some worry, unsure on how to react to it let alone her words. Choosing to hold their tongue they merely watched, a look of confusion upon their face, wondering at what might happen once the needed members had showed up.

atreus "art" averim — the ascended — fireball — information

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[guts]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]It was no secret he didn't get along with Caboose. He liked to think they were best friends, even claiming that to other people. But Church knew that it was one-sided. Really, he was surprised anyone here could tolerate the guy. Either way, he trots over to Margaery, unsure what she wanted from the two of them. He didn't like the other soldier, but he did like her--enough to tolerate his presence, at least.

"Yo, what's up, Marg?" he asks, curious but also dreading what she had in store. He hadn't noticed the shirt yet, and it was probably for the best he didn't, not yet.

"SPEECH"

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Versailles isn't... quite sure what she's doing here. Perhaps it's a way to kill boredom, perhaps she's genuinely curious enough to watch and see whether the shirt would do its name justice and actually fix rifts between people. In theory, keeping them together would allow them to have a meaningful conversation about their differences, but it also poses the possibility of them tearing out each other's throats before anybody could yank them apart - but what would Versailles know? She's not an expert in human interaction - she'd rather sit back and watch and jump in if things get a little too heated. She finds a spot behind a younger - Ascender? Ascendant? - and watches with faint interest.

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[LAZARUS]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Maybe it was harsh of him to think so, but it was a soft world indeed where people resorted to get along shirts to resolve their conflicts. He's aware that that's something he should want, a world where it doesn't take teeth in someone's scruff and blood on their tongue for them to solve a problem. But he grew up harsh, in a world filled with blood-soaked gravel and shadowy corners, and the idea of it being as simple as this would have the canine's nose wrinkling in disdain if he knew about it. At the moment, though, he doesn't know. It's not quite curiosity that drives him towards the group, then. Just the faint feeling that he should prepare to express that bit of disdain. The giant canine settles down without a fuss, near enough away that he can safely promise Gabriel that he didn't start any fights that might ensue. You know, since he assumes the end goal involves something with that shirt, and that wouldn't fly with him. Then again... nothing would really fly with Laz.

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[arcy]

♡ Caboose knew about the Get Along shirt. His siblings had been put into it a lot! Caboose had never understood why they were so upset, though, 'cause it looked so fun and cozy!! Spending time with each other!! Caboose was actually a little jealous he'd never been put into the shirt.
.. Though, this was his chance. Caboose had just sort of been .. wandering, when he heard his name. The Retriever's head lifts, tail wagging. She?? He hops to his paws and makes to approach, posture perked. "HELLO!! PRESENT!!" He practically shouts, apparently very eager for whatever was going on.
//nyoom rush