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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Random or not...
Veruca
Posted on 2010-01-03 at 17:27:55.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: It spits out...
...second verse, same as the first... chamber music style. 
I feed it a scraped knuckle, a drumstick, and a blue moon.
Posted on 2010-01-03 at 17:27:04.
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Topic: Good day all! Sorry I am late!
Subject: *grin*
Nah... ya taste like Innmate fare to me, Dakarta... not bad at all. 
And, yep... drums! Bangin' on stuff! Let's all do a mean rendition of Paradise City and then tap dance in the lot, shall we?
And what's this about Meri warning people about me? I'm supposed to warn people about her... *ponders*... Strange things are afoot at the Circle K, dudes... 
Posted on 2010-01-03 at 17:24:23.
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Topic: Well Met!
Subject: Eol is always looking!
Good ta meetcha, Pit!
Regardless of what you may have been told, face masks and Ioun stones cannot stop the facelick!
Bribes, however, have been known to work on occassion.
Posted on 2010-01-02 at 14:12:13.
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Topic: Hello New To This Site
Subject: No worries, Twilliam
My apologies as well, eh?
Just had to make sure that there wasn't any animosity running amok hereabouts, you know?
Posted on 2010-01-02 at 14:10:11.
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Topic: HAPPY NEW YEAR
Subject: Nappy Yew Hear!
*peels off Addy's facelick as it froze solid and chuckles at Tann's wedgie attempt cuz I's be goin' commando...*
Happy 2010, Innmates!
Posted on 2010-01-02 at 14:06:34.
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Topic: Guess the Quote
Subject: Meh... Okay...
Winston Churchill, then... (But I know I've said it before, too. )
" All you have to do is to decide what to do with the time given to you. "
Posted on 2009-12-31 at 19:47:49.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: That's right! I kick my own @$$!!
^ Records those debates and posts them on You Tube
< Wrestles internally alllll the time
V Struggles to stay regular
Posted on 2009-12-31 at 19:42:08.
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Topic: Guess the Quote
Subject: Well...
...I'm pretty sure that Eol is involved in Mr C's quote somewhere.
Posted on 2009-12-31 at 19:38:35.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Uh...
Roxanne
(p.s. I'd catch both of you... or at least break your fall, anyway... I've been at the bottom of this cliff for years. )
Posted on 2009-12-31 at 19:22:40.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Done...
You know... but you can't say... which kind of makes knowing pointless...
I wish every last Innmate a Happy New Year! 
Posted on 2009-12-31 at 19:17:48.
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Topic: The origins of the facelick
Subject: Epiphany!
Y'know... it occurs to me that everyone's all the time going "Eeeeeew! He licked me!!! Eol's weird!" but suddenly, those of you who have thus far avoided it come running around advertising my oversights... You secretly LIKE getting licked, don't ya?
Don't ya???
You can admit it!
Posted on 2009-12-31 at 01:18:39.
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Topic: Greetings...
Subject: Yes indeed...
When proposing a new game and seeking players your best bet is to tack up a post in the Recruitment Forum. Once you've gathered your players, you'll want to start your actual game thread in the appropriate category (which, in your case, is likely going to be the Rules Based D&D forums, and you may also want to add a Q&A thread (to keep overlong OOC conversations and commentary, etc out of your game thread, of course).
Now, as to bold, italics, etc... those are allowed on the boards ya just gotta have a few handy html tags to make it happen... Our dear Innmate Scarab has created this thread specifically to show you how to do that.
Looking forward to seeing what you come up with for us, MD... Once again, welcome aboard. 
Posted on 2009-12-30 at 14:33:43.
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Topic: The origins of the facelick
Subject: Awww shucks....
Thanks, boss...
Posted on 2009-12-30 at 14:23:01.
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Topic: Loaded Dice #40: the Wisdom of Han Solo
Subject: Dirty Santa
You're right Skari, "Dirty Santa" is a game of sorts... usually played at office parties, among gaming groups, etc... the way it works is, there are presents enough for the number of people playing and, as you no doubt saw in the strip, it is somehow determined which of the participants gets to go first. Once this is done, that first person gets to pick one of the presents and open it. Then, the next person has the option of "stealing" the first person's present or picking from amongst the ones that are yet unopened... If person #2 steals the present from person #1, person #1 then gets to pick another unopened present, I beleive... anyway, the game continues until all the presents have been opened and/or stolen... hilarity typically ensues.
I think I got that right, anyway...
Loved the strip, too...
"Let the Wookie win" 
Posted on 2009-12-30 at 14:22:08.
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Topic: Trilogy War Q/A
Subject: Yup,yup!
Halfling havok incoming.
Been trying to catch up with the tale, here, since Tann asked me back and believe I've gotten the gist of what's going on and all that... bear with me if I fumble a bit in the first post or two, though, hmm? ...I may hang back on my own posting until after Tann's update on the 3rd, but I'll have li'l Ulthy back into full-swing for you all, thereafter.
Posted on 2009-12-30 at 14:14:52.
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Topic: Greetings...
Subject: Haha! Without warning at last!
Welcome to the Inn, Mithral! Apologies, of course, for the facelick being the first thing you're greeted with, but, lately, people seem to get warned about it before I can spring. I'm soooo happy to have gotten here first.
Anyhoo... random insanity and slobbery oddness aside... we're always glad to have new Innmates join our cast and crew. If there's anything that any of us can do to help you find your way around the site, answer questions about "posting conventions" or whatever, don't hesitate to give us a shout... drop a PM, post up a thread, whatever... I'm sure you'll find that most everyone around here, staff and regulars alike, are more than happy to lend a hand or offer an opinion.
Posted on 2009-12-30 at 13:53:06.
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Topic: The origins of the facelick
Subject: Well done, G!
+1 for the pre-emptive facelick. You're a quick study, young padawan.
Posted on 2009-12-30 at 13:47:20.
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Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: Too close, perhaps...
There was an all too brief moment, like the flicker of a tallow flame standing against the monsoon that blew in from the seas, in which Nyx thought he might have gained some understanding of his dream… thought, perhaps, Cay might have understood it, too, when, as she finally took his hand and allowed him to help her to her feet, her eyes met his and whatever fragments of their respective souls might have remained danced together in that sputtering light… and, bidden by that understanding, lost in that moment, he sought to kiss her the way he truly wanted to. Their lips touched for only an instant and they shared a breath that, to Nyx at least, felt as if the shards of his blackened spirit merged with hers and offered the promise of a completeness that had eluded him for what must have been forever…
A gasp escaped from Cay, though, and her head turned suddenly away just as Nyx allowed his own eyes to close and committed himself to the pure honesty that this kiss might have spoken for him. Fate or fortune, either one, had, once more, had it’s say in regards to what he might have wanted and reminded him that it was still and, likely, forever out of his reach. The turning of her head was the dousing of that flickering tallow and her gasp the zephyr that had extinguished it. In a protest that he couldn’t stop the fingers that had just traced a tender course along her neck tensed as his lips, expecting to meet hers, were granted only her cheek.
“We should be going,” Cay whispered, slipping her hand from his… moving away from him, “it isn’t safe here.”
As I have tried, over and over, to tell you, Nyx, a stinging voice stabbed at his mind just as the jagged edges of his soul cooled and stabbed his heart, She doesn’t want you. She knows to whom you belong and would prefer to leave you there. Even if she did lower herself to have such feelings for an elf, you know as well as I that it would never be you…
The mith’ganni tried to ignore that voice. Tried, instead, to glean some small satisfaction from that last moment in which he felt her under his fingertips. The voice was right, though, it seemed… just as it had been trying to tell him… and the warmth that he had hoped to keep in the breaking of that moment cooled all too quickly as his hand fell away from her shoulder and clenched tightly as it disappeared back beneath his cloak.
She seeks to be something, mith’ganni... to have a meaning to her life beyond what you could ever possibly hope to offer… to endure… How can you give her that when, every where you go, death follows? You think that enduring, to her, means living in death the way you do? You are death as much as I am… and dead, yourself, as much as you are my harbinger… The edge of my axe, Shyndyn… that’s all you are… to anyone…
Nyx finally forced his own eyes open as his hearing registered that her step was nearing the mouth of the alley and found himself staring into the same stagnant puddle which had held Cayrimsa’s gaze before. He blinked at his reflection a few times; waiting for the inner voice that actually belonged to him to offer a protest or at least a counterpoint to Prien’s rationale... drew his cowl over his head when none was offered… The assassin forced his faintly scorned expression into a mask of grim acceptance before finally lifting to find her stepping back onto the promenade. He drew in a long, slow breath… held it, watching the way she moved… and released the breath and the thought at the same moment that the alley’s shadows let him follow after her. Rounding the corner where side street met thoroughfare, his fingers passed lightly over the silver-worked skull that buckled his belt as his hand moved to keep the flare of his cloak from exposing the kukri at his hip.
There is work to be done… and preparations to be made… think on that… Prien whispered as Nyx’s eyes worked the crown and the afternoon shadows of the street and he ghosted back into his “proper place” at her right.
As much as he hated to admit it to himself, Nyx actually found himself at least trying to heed his recently-forsaken god’s counseling as he followed Cay in silence out of the Imperial Quarter and progressively lower through the successive districts to the wharf. He tried. He tried by sorting the facts and details of this fiasco as he knew them in and trying to make those facts and details congeal into something that made sense. He tried by supposing maybe-facts and possibly-details based on things the he knew about both Bolstoii and Dmitrova. He tried by keeping his mind and his senses on their surroundings as they traveled. As much as he tried to keep his mind on the job, though, he failed… whether it was recalling some bit of information she had provided and losing track of that tidbit in the remembered sound of her voice or his gaze happening to fall upon her in his scanning of the streets and linger there for a second longer than it should have… his thoughts and senses invariably returned to her along the way. But he tried.
There is work to be done… preparations to be made.
When Cay led them, finally, into the dank, little quayside tavern known as the Salted Mermaid, Nyx had tried enough and was certain that his mind was back where it needed to be. When she slipped into a dimly lit booth in the back of the place, Nyx slid onto the bench on the opposite side of the table and, after seeking out and gesturing for a serving-wench, turned his gaze to the woman across the table and tried to feel nothing…
There is work to be done… preparations to be made.
Her eyes didn’t lift to meet his… a fact that made feeling nothing even more difficult… but she was quick to start the conversation and ensure that the subject remained on course.
“So then,” she said, studying the tabletop, “what did you find?”
A hand moved beneath his cloak and extracted the stolen documents from one of the inner pockets of his coat. “Aelion… or those in league with the boy, for there are surely more than he involved… are not interested in what may be on those caravans,” he said, his voice measured as he slid the papers across the table under into her downcast line of sight, “They are interested in where those caravans are going and which routes they take to get there. They are interested in where they can go and what they can sneak into and out of the wagon trains’ stocks.” His mottled yet still pale finger tips tapped the papers meaningfully before the hand slithered away and disappeared from the table. “They are looking for something. Dmitrova’s gotten wind of it, I would imagine, hence ordering us after the half-moon’s lover, and either wants whatever it is for himself or wants to turn the whole thing into an embarrassment for Styopa Bolstoii of such scale that Vadim’s maneuverings on the Lords holdings would go unnoticed until it was too late…”
His gaze was drawn away from her then by the approach of the serving-wench.
“Oi, an’ wha’ c’n I get fer th’ two o’ ye, then,” the heavy-set and haggard looking woman queried, wiping her thick hands off on a stained and greasy rag as she thudded to a stop at the table’s edge.
“Wine,” Nyx ordered dryly. The alabaster fingers emerged from the folds of the cloak and slid two silvers towards the woman; “Good wine,” he added as the hand disappeared once more and his moonlight gaze flicked back to Cay, “and whatever the lady is having.”
“Aye, good wine ‘tis, luv,” the silvers had disappeared from the tabletop and into the wench’s cleavage even before her smoke and fume reddened eyes turned to Cay, “an’ fer ye, miss?”
He sat silently, watching her as she spoke to the waitress, and remained silent for a long moment after the human woman had trudged away from the table, his gaze still soaking the sorceress in as her own eyes, once more, failed to meet his and fell instead to the papers before her.
“This is all only my theory, yes,” he said after a moment, that characteristically self-assured, razor-edged grin finally fashioning itself on his lips, “We shall need to speak to this Aelion, I think… and I may need to get into Vadim’s, as well…”
Posted on 2009-12-30 at 01:45:02.
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Topic: The origins of the facelick
Subject: It didn't take a month...
...but she was royally torqued for a couple of hours, anyway.
Posted on 2009-12-29 at 17:34:40.
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Topic: The origins of the facelick
Subject: Well, of course you did!
With flying colors...
Honestly, I don't think there are many Innmates at all who have "failed". Some reactions have been muuuuuch better than others, though.
Posted on 2009-12-29 at 15:55:20.
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Topic: The origins of the facelick
Subject: Trying to scare them away?
Nah... It's a test, ya see?
Had li'l Lukey gotten up from that facelick, laughed it off, and hung around to get the speech, he would have passed.
Case in point, here... Jessica's current boyfriend (some 9 years after Luke, mind you) got facelicked and, without hesitating, licked my face in reply... Then shook my hand and got invited to Christmas dinner.
Anyway, where Innmates are concerned, it's kind of the same idea. If ya get pounced and facelicked around here and keep coming back, by the Gods, you've got what it takes to survive the other randomosity that goes on around here with scarcely a flinch... Besides, Innmates are yummy!
Posted on 2009-12-29 at 15:50:01.
Edited on 2009-12-29 at 15:53:39 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The origins of the facelick
Subject: The origins of the facelick
Had an Innmate ask me recently where-o-where I might have picked up my insane fascination for licking faces so I figured, what with the year coming to a close and such, I might as well do some "attic-cleaning" and finally submit to you, the Innmates, the origins of Eol's facelicks...
Wanna hear it?
Welllll... lemme tell ya a little story, then...
The dreaded facelick came to be when my oldest daughter brought her very first "official" boyfriend home to meet me. I imposed this "rule" when she started getting interested in boy's that she wasn't allowed to date anyone who wouldn't come and meet us, listen to my "I can be your best friend or your worst nightmare" speech and shake my hand afterwards... Soooo, the time came when Jessica started really liking this kid named Luke and she finally got him to come over to the house for "the meeting".
She comes in the door and says - relatively quietly because she wasn't sure where exactly in the house I might be and didn't want me to hear, I expect - "Mom... I brought Luke over to meet you guys... Make sure Dad behaves..."
Unfortunately for Jess, I did hear her and, of course, since I wanted to make the right impression on this lad (and any others that may follow); I bellow "Woohoohoohoohooooo!" at the top of my lungs and charge for the door...
Jessica's screaming; "Daddy, no!!! Daddy no!!!"
Tammy's trying to say the same thing but is laughing too hard because, by this point, I've burst through the front yard and am in mid-leap!
I pounced that kid like Tigger pounced Pooh... think I might've even been wearing the same grin... So, here's this 13 year old kid gawking up at me all wide-eyed and freaked out and... *sluuuuuuurp*... I licked his face from chin to hairline and said; "Hi! I'm Jessica's dad! What's your name?"
The kid squirmed out from under me... might have blinked... and then hauled-butt back the way he came. Never did see Luke after that...
Daddy 1
Boys 0
Never underestimate the effectiveness of a facelick!
Posted on 2009-12-29 at 15:33:18.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Make it so...
You feel better. In fact, you feel so much better that you feel like me and start randomly pouncing people and licking their faces indiscriminately... a lot of them don't taste very good but that's okay, you're in crazy-Eol mode and you don't care because you've got a pocket full of listerine, a funky green and pink polka-dotted hat, and a platypus named Oscar who is the head of security at the evil lab that you just relocated from beneath NYC...
Ow!
I wish the last several posts before this one hadn't contained both Richard Gere and gerbil references... My tongue hurts from biting it!
Posted on 2009-12-29 at 14:10:45.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: Hmmmm...
Twelfth Night... Hamlet always makes me think 'omlette', then my stomach starts growling... besides, Twelfth Night is just better.
Facelicks or Headbutts?
Posted on 2009-12-29 at 14:01:47.
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