HobbitGirl
07-06-2003, 02:36 AM
OOC:
(I've been on the forum for a year now! Huzzah and all that jazz! My aniversery was about...*counts*...seven days ago, but still...I'VE BEEN ON THIS FORUM FOR A YEAR AND A WEEK! HOORAY!!!)
IC:
HobbitGirl, or HG as she was sometimes known, padded around the convention hall on bare feet, her blue cloak flying out behind her. She frantically did a last-minute check on all the tables, making sure that everything was in place. Cutely folded napkins, check. Oil candles, check. Souvenier matches, check. Boquets of swirly straws, check. Boquets of flowers, check. Forks, knives, spooks, sporks-- Her thoughts were cut off by one of the waitresses hired for the night. "HG, don't worry yourself so. We have everything under control." There were three waitresses, who, oddly enough, all had flower names: the blonde one with blue eyes, the one who was talking to HG, was Iris. The one with brown hair and brown eyes was Lavender, and the red-haired one with grey eyes was Rose. HG sighed. "Ok." She then scurried off into the kitchens, where the chefs, Winkin, Blinkin, and Nod, were busily preparing delicious dishes for the night. They smiled as HG came in and also told her not to worry. Not to worry, she thought. Well, I need to make sure everything is going to be perfect! Oh well. Whatever. I'll leave it to them. She stood at the doorway to the convention hall to greet her guests.
(I've been on the forum for a year now! Huzzah and all that jazz! My aniversery was about...*counts*...seven days ago, but still...I'VE BEEN ON THIS FORUM FOR A YEAR AND A WEEK! HOORAY!!!)
IC:
HobbitGirl, or HG as she was sometimes known, padded around the convention hall on bare feet, her blue cloak flying out behind her. She frantically did a last-minute check on all the tables, making sure that everything was in place. Cutely folded napkins, check. Oil candles, check. Souvenier matches, check. Boquets of swirly straws, check. Boquets of flowers, check. Forks, knives, spooks, sporks-- Her thoughts were cut off by one of the waitresses hired for the night. "HG, don't worry yourself so. We have everything under control." There were three waitresses, who, oddly enough, all had flower names: the blonde one with blue eyes, the one who was talking to HG, was Iris. The one with brown hair and brown eyes was Lavender, and the red-haired one with grey eyes was Rose. HG sighed. "Ok." She then scurried off into the kitchens, where the chefs, Winkin, Blinkin, and Nod, were busily preparing delicious dishes for the night. They smiled as HG came in and also told her not to worry. Not to worry, she thought. Well, I need to make sure everything is going to be perfect! Oh well. Whatever. I'll leave it to them. She stood at the doorway to the convention hall to greet her guests.