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<blockquote data-quote="GnomeWorks" data-source="post: 171931" data-attributes="member: 162">Perhaps a shower is in order.Charlotte looks out her window, attempting to tell the time.&nbsp; Not seeing the sun, and knowing that she hasn't eaten lunch, she assumes that it's a little after noon.&quot;Hmm... a shower, and then down to the cafeteria for a bite to eat.&nbsp; Then I'll go to the courtyard and see if anyone wants to spar with me.&quot;Charlotte showers, washes her clothes, dries them as best she can, and puts them back on.I hate wet clothes.&nbsp; Maybe I can use my talent to help dry them off...Charlotte manifests Finger of Fire to dry off her clothing.That's better.Charlotte then collects her shield from it's place next to her door, and her armor at the foot of her bed.&nbsp; She slowly and meticulously dons the armor.&quot;I hate the restrictions of this stuff.&nbsp; It's for the best, though - after all, I'm not the most nimble girl around.&quot;Perhaps... ditch it anyway...Charlotte removes her armor, and slings her shield on her back.&quot;Heavy,&nbsp; yes, but I suppose I can afford to carry something with me.&nbsp; If I'm going to spar again, I would like to be ready for a few different scenarios.&quot;With that, Charlotte heads down to the cafeteria.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GnomeWorks, post: 171931, member: 162"] [i]Perhaps a shower is in order.[/i] Charlotte looks out her window, attempting to tell the time. Not seeing the sun, and knowing that she hasn't eaten lunch, she assumes that it's a little after noon. "Hmm... a shower, and then down to the cafeteria for a bite to eat. Then I'll go to the courtyard and see if anyone wants to spar with me." Charlotte showers, washes her clothes, dries them as best she can, and puts them back on. [i]I hate wet clothes. Maybe I can use my talent to help dry them off...[/i] [color=red]Charlotte manifests [i]Finger of Fire[/i] to dry off her clothing.[/color] [i]That's better.[/i] Charlotte then collects her shield from it's place next to her door, and her armor at the foot of her bed. She slowly and meticulously dons the armor. "I hate the restrictions of this stuff. It's for the best, though - after all, I'm not the most nimble girl around." [i]Perhaps... ditch it anyway...[/i] Charlotte removes her armor, and slings her shield on her back. "Heavy, yes, but I suppose I can afford to carry something with me. If I'm going to spar again, I would like to be ready for a few different scenarios." With that, Charlotte heads down to the cafeteria. [/QUOTE]

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