third flight;

[soaringsky.livejournal.com]

Now, for the moment of truth...

Is it or is it not edible?

[OOC: She's talking about the food she cooked. :D; Beware!!!]

Comments

[mintaidhealer.livejournal.com]

Where are you? I MUST GIVE YOU FIRST AID.

[1sttalesarcher.livejournal.com]

Geh...23rd floor...

[mintaidhealer.livejournal.com]

C-coming! [Timezip, is on the 23rd floor] Chester! Where's your room?

[1sttalesarcher.livejournal.com]

[long pause]2308

[mintaidhealer.livejournal.com]

[Knock his door] . . .

[1sttalesarcher.livejournal.com]

[opens door does not look well AT ALL.]

[mintaidhealer.livejournal.com]

[Puts her staff close to his chest and white light is being transmitted to his source of pain] First Aid!

[1sttalesarcher.livejournal.com]

[looks a bit better] Don't you have some anti-poison spell?

[mintaidhealer.livejournal.com]

I do. [In her soft voice] Antidote! [Red triangle appears over Chester's head]

[1sttalesarcher.livejournal.com]

[blinks and feels better yey] ...Is all her cooking that bad?

[mintaidhealer.livejournal.com]

Uh. . .w-well, maybe she would get better in time? [Sheepish smile]

[1sttalesarcher.livejournal.com]

...[pats shoulder]

[mintaidhealer.livejournal.com]

? What's that for?

[1sttalesarcher.livejournal.com]

You're a good friend.

[mintaidhealer.livejournal.com]

Okay! [Smiles brightly and then waves] I shall be going now because the clinic needs me!

[1sttalesarcher.livejournal.com]

Right, see ya' later.