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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: *griiiiiiiins*

Hooray for resurrecting this game!

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 20:01:50.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Owwwwwwwmmmmmmmm!

C'mon, Sibby! We're waiting on you! *pokepoke*

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 19:56:23.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: True enough...

^ Khakis

< Levis

V Hula skirt

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 17:14:39.

Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Getting back into the swing...

This is like a bad hangover after a bad dream, Alex thought as he tried to will himself to his feet, only a whole lot friggin’ worse. I can usually puke standin’ up… There he was, though, down on one knee in front of the shop, looking for all the world like he was going to empty his stomach on the sidewalk and then pass out and drown in his own vomit while, just a few feet away, Smoke and Penelope hovered around Alice like they had just discovered some lost little kid in the park…

He had caught the gist of what was going on… snippets of conversation had snuck through the nauseating waves of Taint that emanated from the kid and crashed over him… but couldn’t do a damn thing about any of it… Jesus, Alex! Look at yourself! Some kinda hero you are, huh? Betcha if that kid was a Zazy you’d be on your feet…

Shaking fingers lifted to where Em’s pentacle hung from the leather thong around his neck and closed around the charm as Alex scowled in the face of that internal rebuke and forced himself up; Christ, I gotta quit drinkin’…

“I tell them to go away and they go away… well, they fall down, anyway…”

His head swam, his vision blurred a bit, and his knees felt like jell-o but Alex had made it to a somewhat stooped but nonetheless upright position, one hand clasped around Emily’s necklace and the other clutching the wall of the building, and turned his eyes on the trio of beings just up the walk.

Smoke, looking a little flustered and, judging from the tone of the mew she had just let out, feeling a bit peeved was sauntering back in his direction, now, but Penelope was stretching a hand out towards Alice…

“Let’s go for a walk,” the Iberian Immortal suggested, “you can tell me all about your friend and maybe we can find her.”

Are you nuts, lady?! Alex thought, still trying to firm up his wobbling knees as Alice smiled at Penelope and, after a hesitant moment, took the woman’s hand. You shouldn’t be takin’ that… kid … anywhere…

Alex… Smoke’s aura sent a strange ripple through his own as the bast rubbed in circles around his ankles… Rose needs us. Penelope has the girl. We have to go inside now…

“Yeah,” he breathed, his vision clearing as he watched Penelope lead the taint lantern away and even more so as he tore his eyes off of the Immortals and turned them almost apologetically to Smoke, “inside sounds good…” Alex rolled a shoulder against the wall and turned himself toward the door… “Let’s do that…” He staggered forward and through the door, then, and once back inside, lurched frantically through the shop and into the kitchen where he slouched over the sink and let his stomach, finally, have it’s way…

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 17:08:30.

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: So my toes can see who's sneaking up on 'em

^ Conspiring to bring down the Toe-sock Consortiuum

< Co-conspirator and inventor of Nose-socks

V Wearing a nose-sock right now

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 16:56:28.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: But we color outside the lines...


Posted on 2010-02-16 at 16:53:40.

Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Yes...

It is true... however, is is false... therefore, in the query "Is it true?" Is cancels out It and and the truth just is... which somehow makes it false... so the truth becomes a lie... making the answer to 'is it true' = no... but then we're back to the Is and It conundrum...

So is it or isn't it? True or False?

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 16:22:19.
Edited on 2010-02-16 at 16:22:45 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Can't resist...


No dear... it should be more like this ^


Posted on 2010-02-16 at 16:18:46.
Edited on 2010-02-16 at 16:22:22 by Merideth

Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Wellll....

...more things were purple in the days when Eol walked alone on the Earth. In those days, there weren't faces to lick so Eol decided to lick all the purple things. After a few millenia most all of the purple things had been licked away to their next gobbstopper like layer... and people appeared... and verily Eol decided that faces were more lickity-licious than the color purple... so Oprah got a talk show and the world got facelicks.

Haven't I explained that before?

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 16:07:17.

Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Moses thought his toses smelled rather like roses!


(That's a word... I promise... and, yes, I know I flubbed the lyrics but, hey... Artistic license, you know. )

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 15:58:00.
Edited on 2010-02-16 at 16:01:40 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Hmmmm...

Because no one has taken the time to invent low-toes that properly counterbalance them.

If birds fly over the rainbow, why oh why can't I?

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 15:54:18.

Topic: Get To Know Your Inn Mates!
Subject: Ooooh! I don't know the answers!

Favorite show - Not sure I had a "favorite"... The Six Million Dollar Man, I suppose?

Favorite shoes - gimme my boots!
Favorite book - Swan Song
Favorite Sweet - Meri
What do I hope of becoming as an innmate - Today the Inn, tomorrow THE WORLD *facelick*
Motto -Each footstep is a beginning and an end; there is no journey, only the journeying...
Most common class - Sneaky-ones (Rogues, Assassins, shifty f-ers)
PC or gear - PC
Favorite Time of Day to post - Any chance I get.
Favorite dragon - This one
Tree - Silver maple... it's my life tree, after all.
THIRD thing you do in the morning- COFFEE!!!
Married or Single - Married

And... a question luv? M.

Oh yeah! Ummm... favorite vacation destination?

YAY Random Mod Pileup - Grugg

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 15:50:04.
Edited on 2010-02-16 at 21:40:55 by Grugg

Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Buttered toast, at that

^ Butters my toast

< Licks the crumbs out of the toaster

V Was the 'toastee' at the last "Mis-matched Toesocks Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony, Barn-Raising, and Tractor Pull"

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 15:43:31.

Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Did someone say murder?

I didn't do it...


Posted on 2010-02-16 at 15:39:51.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Yep...

...what ol' Wyungsung there said.

Gonna miss that ruttin' Kid, m'self, puhn yoh, but I reckon, what wit' him playin' gorram lawman back in Frisco, he won't be crampin' my style at th' bars no more, get me? How's a fella s'posed ta get a serious grapple lined up when 'is wingman's always orderin' milk?

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 14:34:27.

Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Mmmmm....

BBQ Banana Snowflakes!

They should sell that at Wal-Mart!

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 14:24:34.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: An unexpected shadow

“Oh, and sir,” the desk-clerk (conductor?) called…

Bas’ slow stalking of the hallway paused at the sound of the woman’s voice and his wolfen eyes ticked back to where she and many of his Gods-chosen ‘pack’ still stood…

“…If you want to visit the seer, he's taken to leaving his door unlocked. It's impossible to miss; the door is velveteen blue, unlike the royal blue of most other doors, with a strange pattern on it. Although, I should tell you that most people find he leaves you with more questions than answers.”

…his lips split into something caught between smile and snarl before he offered the woman a curt nod. “Been my experience,” he rumbled, his gaze lingering on the desk-clerk for a second before skimming over the others, “that that’s usually the way it works…”

Eve had already left the group; Bas could hear the muffled thudding of her boots on the stairs as the woman with the blood-colored hair made her way up that twisting flight in search of some perceived sanctuary... findin’ a hidey hole where she can lick her wounds and figure her way “out.”

Kenneth… Mr. Gods-damned-clickity-clack-pants-pissin-rabbit… lingered a moment longer than Eve had – his nervous gaze flitting around the Inn’s interior before, during, and after peppering the desk-clerk with more questions about police and crap… as if the emptiness of the town hadn’t already given away that there ain’t none left…¬ – but it wasn’t much longer. With a huff and a bit of a frenetic expression etched on his face, he disappeared from the reception area and up the stairs, as well, after a moment.

The married couple still tarried near the reception desk, though; the husband hovering warily behind his wheelchair-bound wife… Did someone say the woman’s name was Carrie?… who, Bas couldn’t help but notice, seemed to be staring both at and through him, her finger tapping almost thoughtfully on the arm of her chair. The Indian’s eyes narrowed a bit, his head canting curiously to one side as he tried to read the woman’s expression, and then, as he thought he might have an idea of what was running through Carrie’s head, he grinned that feral grin of his… “Ya go lookin’ for answers and get more questions for your trouble,” Bas said quietly, his gaze finally drifting away from the contemplative woman and her husband and falling on the tiny girl who had designated herself as his shadow, “but the questions are the answers, ain’t they?”

“Shall we go see?” Guinevere chirped almost anxiously, indicating the ‘seer’s door’ with an involuntary flick on her eyes, as Bas’ lupine gaze fixed on her.

He took a moment to study this little girl with the huge spirit… his eyes ticking away from where hers blinked out amidst a frame of wisps of her pale hair and heavy fabric of her hoody and fixing for a moment on the rabbit embroidered on the front of that garment… There’s always answers in the questions, he mused, Wonder what the answer to this one is…

“Yeah,” he chuffed, his eyes snapping back to Guin’s for an instant and then setting, once more, on the strangely patterned door, “Let’s get us a look, little spirit…” Bas stalked towards the door, his senses keen to the environment as he went – eyes scanning, nose sniffing at the air, body feeling and instinctively reacting to the slightest change in air pressure made by the movement of other people…or things – there was something curiously indefinable about the spoor that emanated from behind that velveteen door. It wasn’t a scent he could recall from any other time or place. It wasn’t exactly human and it wasn’t entirely supernatural, either… and it made Bas curious and tentative at the same time…

He didn’t like it… could feel that the Moon Gods didn’t like it, either, as the urge to change ripple through him as he reached for the door, traced a finger along one of the odd designs on the face of the thing, and then, shoved the door open.

Posted on 2010-02-16 at 14:07:48.
Edited on 2010-02-16 at 14:38:45 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Might I say...

... hooray for updates!

Posted on 2010-02-13 at 02:22:57.

Topic: Returning from the Mysts
Subject: *snerk*

That was so funny I made a fresh pot of coffee and took a drink just so I could really enjoy hot java shooting through my sinuses as I erupted into uncontrolled laughter!

I luv you guys!!!

Posted on 2010-02-13 at 01:46:12.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Gorram, Cap...

...I din't figger ya was ever gonna say nuthin'. I ain't been doin' mi tian gohn but fiddlin' wit' m'self an' waitin' fer ya ta say th' word, get me?

Posted on 2010-02-11 at 23:42:01.

Topic: Hello Fellow Rdiers
Subject: LOL

You're not unofficially official until you've been properly pounced and facelicked, I'm afraid. Besides, your first facelick comes with a free +1 to your good karma.

DB has been bestowed the coveted facelick squeegee... he'll fix ya right up, I'm sure...

Posted on 2010-02-11 at 18:47:25.

Topic: The Fates of Fortune
Subject: 'Now you own me, all I am'

There was nothing in the world for Nyx, in this moment, except for Cay. As they cut an urgent path from the abandoned building, through Drasnia’s streets, and to the more affluent neighborhood where the Blue Dove Inn could be found, Nyx could recall seeing, hearing, or feeling nothing but her. He couldn’t recall the details of procuring the room beyond the face of the Innkeeper and the exchange of coin… and, even now, as they stood in that room, Nyx was oblivious to its finery other than being aware that it was a much more suitable place…as opulent as the décor and appointments of the suite may have been, all of it was eclipsed by the tortured beauty of the woman in the ill-fitting sack-dress, tattered-stockings, and too-large boots who stood less than a breath away.

She filled his vision, reducing all that surrounded her to an inconsequential haze, standing out against the background of the room as the stars stood out against the ink-black of the night sky. She dominated his hearing, the sound of her breath and her heartbeat drowning out the din of the awakening city beyond the window. She was in the very air he breathed; he found her rainwater scent over that of the perfumed water and wood oil and flowers that belonged to the room and it filled him; the breaths that she exhaled into the space between them caressed the currents that swirled in the place and he felt her all around him… her fingers in his hair and on his neck and his back and at his lips… her body, free of the rough burlap and heavy leather of her clothing, wrapping around and melting into his…

A smile danced on his lips and in his eyes as he watched her face move in the shadows cast by the brim of her hat… There was adoration and longing in Nyx’s smile as he devoured her with his senses… love and lust and all that came with them both. That wasn’t all of it, though, the mith’ganni realized as he watched Cay’s lower lip disappear into her own mouth and the expression on her face shift in a way that it seemed to echo the thoughts in his own mind…

For all of your urgency to get here, Nyx, his mind’s voice chuckled in amusement, for as long as you have waited for this moment, now that it is yours you are just going to stand here and look at her?

How can I not,
he answered in a slow blink of his shining eyes, Look at her. If nothing more ever comes of this, I have this moment and… I want to remember it… every second of it… He felt his tongue glide over his lips as he watched her chew on hers… felt his fingertips tingle in anticipation of touching her and his stomach tighten in anticipation of feeling her against him again… and I fear that if I touch her this will all disappear and I will find that I have awoken too soon from my dream.

…along with the affection and ache that painted his features were intermingled disbelief and doubt – not of his feeling for her but, rather, the reality of the moment – that added a somewhat sheepish tint to that smile…

This is no dream, a softer voice in his mind assured him when Cay, at last, drifted slowly toward him, arms reaching… her fingers trembled as they closed on the clasp of his cloak… that trembling rippled through his own body as his own fingers closed over hers and shuddered on the breath that he drew in when she didn’t vanish at his touch… his other hand found the rough burlap at her hip, pressed firmly into the flesh that hid beneath, fingers clutching hungrily as they sought to pull her closer and, then, as his cloak fell away into a shadowy pool at their feet, going feather-light as they followed the graceful curves of her body upward… sliding over her waist, fluttering along her ribcage, brushing delicately over the swell of her breast, and tracing the arc of her neck… before it released her only long enough to take the beaten leather hat from her head and toss it away, careless of where it landed...

“Nyx… my Nyx…” Her voice washed over him, caressing his very soul with her words, as both of his hands moved to cup her face between them and he opened his eyes to look into hers. “…I’ve never done this before…” A pale thumb gingerly traced her lips as he let the fires in those amber eyes burn away any of the doubt and disbelief that may have survived her initial touch, and fingers brushed an errant lock of mahogany hair from her cheek…

“Nor have I, melamin,” he whispered, his lips brushing hers now, his fingers trickling back down along her neck to deftly unfasten her cloak and nudge it away, “not… like this.”

“… I want to though,” she breathed as his lips whispered over her cheek and rained promising kisses along path his fingertips had just traced, “…I want to savor that love you’ve promised… let me savor it… let me savor you…”

Nyx’s nimble fingers had worked their way back down the dress that yet hid Cay’s true form from him, deftly unfastening the buttons and belt that kept the garment in place before slithering over her hips and lower, along her thighs, to catch up the fabric at the tattered hem of her skirt. The shower of kisses pattered along her collarbone, across the hollow of her throat, and traced a path ascending this side of her neck that mirrored those which had descended the other… his lips found the lobe of her ear, took it between them for a moment, then traced that curve, too, tenderly but hungrily kissing the scar from where a delicate point had once issued. As his kisses climbed, so too did his hands, once again, with the hem of her dress still caught up in them… “You will,” he whispered, his lips flitting across her cheek in search of her mouth again, “We will… Now and always…” He kissed her, then, with a soft passion, still guiding her dress upwards, and broke away for only an instant when he felt her hands leave him, her arms reaching skyward, and, in that instant the dress was gone…

His hands and mouth fell back to her again before the discarded frock could even touch the floor and, how it was managed even Nyx would never be sure but, as his arms curled around her to cradle and lift her to him, Cay was swept up and out of her too-large boots… “Amin mela lle, Cayrimsa Etellenya,” he purred between kisses as he carried her toward the bed, “and I am going to love you like you have never imagined possible…”

Posted on 2010-02-11 at 18:20:34.
Edited on 2010-02-11 at 18:44:08 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Hello Fellow Rdiers
Subject: Thanks, Meri-luv!

I do try...

Posted on 2010-02-11 at 14:34:57.

Topic: Returning from the Mysts
Subject: *tappity-tap-tap-tappity-tappity-tap*



*facelickity-tap-tap-tap* Welcome back, your bullywogiliciousness! Howsabout a Cap'n and Coke for good ol'Uncle Run with Scissors?

And what's this about never having facelicked Kaelyn? How could I have ever missed that?

*Springs from Ion's chest and ka-firmly ka-pounces ka-Kaelyn*

Hey there, buddy-bear! *Superty Slobberty Faaaaaaaaaaaceliiiiiiiiiick*

Posted on 2010-02-11 at 14:24:34.

Topic: Hello Fellow Rdiers
Subject: Already spoke to you via PM...

...but you have yet to get one of these!

Edit: Also, DB, you do too have a groovy title... I'm looking at it right now.

Posted on 2010-02-11 at 14:18:00.
Edited on 2010-02-11 at 14:34:12 by Eol Fefalas


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