Cafe d'Observateur d'Etoile

[Charo]

"Not reveiling?"

She rolls her eyes before pulling off the robe, reveiling an obviously edited GRP uniform, turning it into a half shirt and mini skirt

"Now this is either somebody's idea of a joke, or you have a man as the person who designs these things."

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[Grumblesaur]

Amelie, coffee in hand, replies to the greenhorn.

"The uniforms are standard, your cloak and that... monstrosity aren't. Who designs the uniform doesn't matter. All that matters is that you wear the correct one when on duty," she said.

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brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

[Silver.2]

He kept staring into the officer's eyes.

"Cry me a river, mademoiselle."

He turned back to Gerald.

"Please tell me you left at least ONE coffee machine intact."

[Miaou]

He simply stared at the now opened form of the female officer and almost missed Perrot's question.

"Uhh.. yeah. I got one of the waitresses to get me a cup from the back.." he said, distracted.

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[Silver.2]

He sighed.

"Gerald, for goodness' sake, get your eyes of off her. It's unsettling, for everyone here."

He walked over to him, shaking his head.

[Charo]

"Hmph, that's exactly my point"

She bends down to pick up her gun, and walks over to the dead prisoner, picking him up and starts for the Cafe entryway

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[Silver.2]

"Mademoiselle, I'd suggest you stay here until we get this issue sorted out."

He turned back to Gerald.

"Seriously, mon ami, tell me where the coffee machine is. I have a headache."

[Charo]

She smiles, dropping the body to the floor and leaning against the wall

"You know Monsieur Perrot, caffeine makes headaches worse"

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[Silver.2]

"I honestly do not care, mademoiselle."

He stared at Gerald.

[Miaou]

"Ask one of the waitresses. They got a few spare one in the back in case stuff like this happens." He stated as he turned his glare from the woman. At that moment, a waitress came up, saw Gerald was staring, and with a huff, tossed the cup of coffee at him and stormed away.

Gerald caught it as it spilled a quarter of its contents, but sipped it anyways. "Oh yeah, that's the waitress I was talking about befor-" He stopped before he said too much.

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