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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: phhhtt


^ Wasn't nice enough to help me out of the stupid door

> Is often beaten by doors.

V Listens to The Doors

Posted on 2010-01-18 at 16:24:33.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Table Dancing?


I'm not allowed to do that. Mark think's I'm too clumsy and will fall off the table and hurt myself (he's probably right).

M.


Posted on 2010-01-18 at 16:21:41.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: What about the


Decameron?





Posted on 2010-01-18 at 16:18:27.

Topic: RDInnsider - The March Issue Is Here!
Subject: Well


Thank you Steel.

And yes I'm going to link the crap out of the newsletter and that will be one of them

M.


Posted on 2010-01-17 at 21:34:32.

Topic: RDInnsider - The March Issue Is Here!
Subject: Oh!


Delightful. It fits perfectly, thank you very much Steelight!

M.


Posted on 2010-01-17 at 20:30:53.

Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Smoke and Mirrors


I prefer to put some distance between myself and my intended victims

Who would you rather serve under, Kirk or Picard?

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 19:54:24.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: hmmm


knowledge

((I almost think I'm jealous, of Ion or Eol I'm not certain... ))

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 19:43:26.

Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: hmmm


the roach motels

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 19:35:51.

Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Duh


Jazz.

Left turn onto a busy street where there is no light, or going out of your way to make a few Right turns and circle around to the same place?



Posted on 2010-01-15 at 16:06:02.

Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Fine fine...


Meri dons her 'Domestic Diva' apron and goes about the kitchen like a tasmanian devil baking all day. At the end of the day there is a veritable mountain of cookies sitting on the kitchen table. All different kinds, chocolate chip, Andes mint chip (these are particularly yummy if you've never had them), peanut butter, sugar, oatmeal raisin (her favorite so don't hoard them please), there is even a cheesecake, lemon bars, rice crispy squares and a platter full of cupcakes decorated to look like penguins. A sign is displayed over them all: Welcome Innmates! There is milk and hot cocoa to go with it all, and if you show your ID she might even slip a little bit of raspberry vodka in that cocoa for an added treat

However... after spending all day preparing for this festivity she collapses. The newsletter does not get finished, Olan has no one to reddit the LD comic for him, Eol looses his muse and Ion forgets how to dance in his greif. Meri and Tus are banned after this by Al in a rage over the catastrophic ramifications it has had on the Inn...

I wish I had the guts and the money to get my tattoo fixed finally.



Posted on 2010-01-15 at 15:42:47.

Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: And...


I shall continue to play my role and be paranoid about being slain in horrifically graphic and/or comedic ways by you.

M.


Posted on 2010-01-15 at 15:29:26.

Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: Umm...


thanks for waiting... I think.

Although something makes me wonder if we are just prolonging the inevitable here and that it will just be less painful if you get it over with.

M.

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 15:20:36.

Topic: The Trilogy War
Subject: A positive response... for once


Halia nodded and looked up when they had begun to speak of spells.

"I have a light spell and one that detects the presence of magic as well as evil. I shall see what I can cast here. While I am occupied with that, perhaps putting something else before the mirrors and seeing how they reflect the image back..." She shrugs not certian of her own idea here but it is an idea all the same.

She then turns to face the mirrors instead of the group and begins the incantations that might prove to be useful.

((OOC: Will attempt to cast Detect Magic, Detect Evil and then Light if possible in that order so however the timeliness/success works I leave to you Tann ))

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 13:50:54.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: comes with


age

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 03:21:15.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: you play all the games too much... and LOL at the Vegas bit ;)


Intelligence

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 03:14:33.

Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ...


once neat piles

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 02:39:25.

Topic: The Sarcasm Game
Subject: That is fun!


I love it when I have to spend half my day listening to people complain about information not showing up, investigate the problem only to find out that my office co-hort didn't load all the data even though I explained to him that it all needed to be loaded. But of course he has senority over me and is too busy to fix it himself... so... I spend the next two hours fixing it for him.

M.

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 02:38:08.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: More like Kill Bill, but good guess...


^ Thinks Fargo is the best Cohen film

> Is hoping the rumors are true about Del Torro doing The Hobbit

V Likes De Palma for his senstive approach to what could otherwise be very dramatically violent subject matters


Posted on 2010-01-15 at 02:32:29.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Good for you!


Brit

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 02:26:55.

Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: It spits out...


a thousand wedding invitations and a couple thousand graduation announcements.

I feed it all the presents I got after sending those out. (who needs 40 books on how to survive college and 78 food processors?)

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 02:25:30.

Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: But there is NO SOY *****!


They tried but the oomplaloompa's revolted at the mere thought of it. They went on strike and stopped making chocolate. Which all fine and dandy until the housewives found out and threw a fit. They stopped vacuming... dust piled up and Hoover nearly went out of business. So he built this dam to help recover the economy and negotiated a peace treaty with the little orange men and things went back to the way they were.

Who invented lightning?

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 02:23:31.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Well to finish it off


Automobiles

(just checking... every once in awhile you throw me for some loop with some random Eol fact. As soon as you think you know a guy... )

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 02:20:01.

Topic: The Game
Subject: huh


This reminds me of that Paranoid game that Addy was running for a bit. As does that song by John Lennon...

Oh... I guess this means I lost. huh.

M.

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 02:18:43.

Topic: Save the Princess Q and A
Subject: Well...


Genna, the author of the story 2 pages back, finally made it back to Daddy's house and got to see all of your compliments. She says thank you very much and giggles alot.

G.
(M.)

Posted on 2010-01-15 at 02:01:55.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: Ithilamin


On the other side of that curtain Cayrimsa struggled with the knowledge he had just laid at her feet. Her eyes still stung with tears and the eel still slithered around in the dark patches of her soul.

I love you… The words kept echoing in her head. With a frustrated cry she threw the covers off herself and got out of bed.

“Why do you think I care? I don’t. It doesn’t change a thing Nyx…”

The words fell into the dark pool of briny water moments before she lunged her hands into it. Her reflection waivered and then disappeared into the ripples. She pulled the dark shadows from the bucket, wringing them out, careless of where the purple drops fell.

It changes everything Cay. Lie to everyone else, lie to him if you must, but at least admit the truth to yourself.

“The truth? I don’t know what that is.”

In her grip the shadows twisted tightly and the final drops of water that they would freely release stained the edge of her shirt.

Yes you do…

Using all her strength she released her grip on the dye induced ball of shadows, catching one corner of it as they unfurled to the floor. Amber fires flitted toward her pallet.

“The truth is he has ‘entertained thoughts of sharing my bed’”

If that is all he wanted he would be doing that right now. And Cay…

She shook her head and took the shadowed gown to a line hanging against the wall where the loom usually roosted. The wet material fell over the line and sunk toward the floor. She focused her eyes on the purple puddle already forming below the dyed garment. In the drops she could almost see a reflection of the eel that threatened to turn in her stomach again.

“Don’t… don’t you dare…”

He isn’t the only one. soft elven caresses pulled at her mind.

“Liar! Cooshee!”

Cay threw her now purple fingers into the air as she cursed herself. Turning from the lurking dank shadow she stormed across the room to where a small pile of clothing laid gathered on the floor. Fingers sought the dark burlap dress.

No Cay… I’m not lying. You’ve thought about it. He’d be an amazing lover would he not? Is there a single desire that he could not fulfill for you? Those fingers of his, nimble and yet strong… scarred by his love for you…

She rose with the dress and stopped as it came close enough for her to catch a whiff of Nyx still clinging to the material. Her eyes fluttered for a moment and she could feel his weight upon her body, his lips upon her own in the darkness of an alley. Groaning she tightly closed her eyes and started to pull the dress over her head.

“I’m not hearing this… I’m not. I won’t. The hwandi is just toying with me!”

Felt jealous over the cup he kept caressing last night didn’t you?

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” She plopped onto the floor and began to pull her stockings up her legs. “I told you it doesn’t matter… perhaps… perhaps we have entertained thoughts, but it’s a game. He cannot really… love.”

Her fingers found the little buttons on the top of her stockings and slid them into the small loops on the bottom of her shirt. Each one slapped back down against her skin when she released it.

Then tell me something Cay…

“What?” The word was barely above a grunt as she shoved her feet into her oversized boots.

If it is a game and you finally push him to a point that he succumbs… let’s say you treat him as all the others. On your knees in some alley, listening to him groan in pleasure. When it is all said and done, would he treat you like the others? Lace his pants back up, throw you a copper or a slap across your face and walk off?

It was a scenario she knew well, but as she tried to imagine Nyx being the one groaning over her, pulling at her hair urging her on, she could not. She paused, glanced at the curtain that separated her from Nyx and slowly shook her head. “No…”

How would it be then Cay?

At first she did not answer. She stood up and smoothed the shapeless dress she wore over her rather shapely curves. Pursing her lips together she walked to the shelves in the room.

“It wouldn’t be like that...”

The belt she wore was slung around one of the supports for the shelves and she yanked it free while she fastened it around her waist.

How would it be? the voice repeated insistent.

“He wouldn’t leave me…” she whispered very softly and let her eyes close. For a moment she rested an arm against the shelf and sighed. For the briefest moment she could see him, bathed in moonlight, his yellow eyes looking down into hers. He was speaking but the words were meaningless, his tone and his eyes said more than words ever could. She felt him everywhere, holding her tightly against him, feeling his heart beat in time with her own.

And you long for that. It was said as fact not as a question, and it broke the image running through her thoughts.

“Pach!” She cried and swept her arm away from her body as she came back to her full height. One of the jars on the shelf was caught in the arc and crashed to the floor. Dark earth spilled across her floor.
From behind the curtain she heard a familiar voice call to her. “Karl is indisposed, but I doubt he will remain so for long, Cay. We should go if you are ready…”

“I’m coming!” Raising her voice to a level he could hear. A flutter of dark red and the jingle of bells and Cay stood before Nyx shoving the leather hat down over her brow. Behind her she left the pot of spilled soil where it had fallen, she left the work on her loom unfinished with the tails of threads catching in the breeze now and then, she left the swath of dark shadows drying on the line, she left her tree standing over her bed awaiting her return.

The moment before the brim of the hat cut off her gaze her eyes had locked with his. It ended too quickly for her to really give him a shot at deciphering the look. With the thread severed between them for the moment she merely turned and stormed down the stairs, saving only a brief glance at the huddled figure at the bottom.

Through the city they went again. Following the flow and ebb of the crowd they soon found themselves drowning in the market.

There was something almost comforting about being so lost in this group of people. He would not dare to bring up how he felt in all this, and the voice in her head had quieted too as she focused more on what was going on around her than what was going on inside her. Every now and then she caught Nyx in her scans of the crowd and could hear him whispering in her ears.

I love you…

Even through those moment, however, she could sense that something in Drasnia was different today. Nyx had always garnered apprehensive looks from those around him, but today the looks had a colder edge to them. She was no longer dressed as nobility and it was harder for him to appear the loyal servant of some round ear. Mutterings ran through the crowd around them like electrical current. Slowly she picked up on them. Aelion had been taken in.

A familiar cart came into view and the smell of the pies resting over a bed of coals to keep them warm drifted over. The short dwarven man who sold them placed a hand on a dagger when he caught sight of Nyx.

Cay thought quickly. They needed breakfast, and they needed to get out of here without causing a disturbance. She spun and found herself standing within inches of Nyx. The brim of her hat rose until her eyes could see his. As their eyes met again she reached out and slid her hand inside his cloak, without even having to think she found his own curled around his kukri. Just barely she shook her head and for him only whispered. “Ithilamin… let me… one moment and we shall leave.”

Before the full impact of her choice of words could really hit them she had pulled away and moved toward the dwarf to haggle a few of the choice pies off his cart.



Posted on 2010-01-14 at 18:03:44.

 


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