In the name of friendship
Who: Noirin Oconaill and Ethan Glass
Where: The Jackabee Lounge
When: Afternoon
Open/Closed: Closed
Rated: PG I guess...?
What: OC Shenanigans
[It could be said quite plainly that this lounge was one of the strangest places Noirin had ever seen. Although it looked incredibly innocuous, the fact that it always had so many different people flitting in and out intrigued her, and today she decided she would observe it. How, you may ask?
Why, by being in it, of course.
Noirin has set herself up on one of the couches, a few books stacked by her side. She's reading one of them somewhat, the title obscured by decades of weathered age, though it seems like it doesn't really have her attention, because she often pauses to look up, sighing and resting her chin on her hand. On the table beside her is a plate of shortbread cookies sliced into neat little squares, and a note in clean, exacting penmanship, reads:]
Where: The Jackabee Lounge
When: Afternoon
Open/Closed: Closed
Rated: PG I guess...?
What: OC Shenanigans
[It could be said quite plainly that this lounge was one of the strangest places Noirin had ever seen. Although it looked incredibly innocuous, the fact that it always had so many different people flitting in and out intrigued her, and today she decided she would observe it. How, you may ask?
Why, by being in it, of course.
Noirin has set herself up on one of the couches, a few books stacked by her side. She's reading one of them somewhat, the title obscured by decades of weathered age, though it seems like it doesn't really have her attention, because she often pauses to look up, sighing and resting her chin on her hand. On the table beside her is a plate of shortbread cookies sliced into neat little squares, and a note in clean, exacting penmanship, reads:]
Please Partake.
- N. Oconaill
- N. Oconaill