You have just entered room "chat26869871333440665989." LovelyJester has entered the room. PapatymisonN: (Ahoy.) Miss LSarithe has entered the room. Miss LSarithe has left the room. LovelyJester: AVAST! BaronDeMalta has entered the room. Der DWSage has entered the room. BaronDeMalta: I am the Baron! Der DWSage: (Yar. I return!) Der DWSage: (So, what's happening?) Besyanteo has entered the room. Besyanteo: (Nice chat name! Heh.)
Besyanteo: (As I said, I lurk. DnD character finishing.)
Der DWSage: ( :{ ) Der DWSage: (Back in my day, we made our DnD characters in the space of ten minutes! Less if the GM was there to tell us what to do!) Syra Zemyla has entered the room. Der DWSage: (And Zem is such a twink-HI ZEM.)
Syra Zemyla: (WTF everyone.)
Syra Zemyla: (Shame Jean signed off today. ;_; )
Der DWSage: (He was on? Fuck.) PapatymisonN: (Drat... Der DWSage: (I've been busy with college and whatnot.) PapatymisonN: (Also: All I want is first gen.) Der DWSage: (...Lex, Dan, and Zem need to say something in response to that.) Der DWSage: (Even a snarky comment would do. :{ ) Der DWSage: (Hell, even a [Insert Snarky Comment Here] comment would do.)
Syra Zemyla: (About the 1st gen or being involved in college?)
Der DWSage: (For the RPing.)
Syra Zemyla: (I want either 1st gen or MAC.)
Syra Zemyla: (Or Shadow Gaera.)
PapatymisonN: (1st gen.) Lithaladhwen has entered the room. Syra Zemyla: (Kai, I need to convince people to play Shadow Gaera.)
Lithaladhwen: (Thanks Charles. *glomp*)
Lithaladhwen: (HAHAHAHAHAH)
PapatymisonN: (No sweat.) PapatymisonN: (... BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!) Lithaladhwen: (Don't ask me, Zem.)
Lithaladhwen: (I can't help you there. Do you see me playing it?)
Syra Zemyla: (Oh, well. 1st gen for me, then.)
Besyanteo: (*workwork* Sorry dude, but while it's a neat concept, I can't see anyone playing it seriously.)
Lithaladhwen: (TTCG!)
Lithaladhwen: (Tank Tread Candy Gaera!)
Lithaladhwen: (I saved a log of that, you know.)
PapatymisonN: (... really, no.) Lithaladhwen: (^_^)
Lithaladhwen: (Is Dave busy?)
Syra Zemyla: (Though... If you read the Shadow Gaera thread, you'
Besyanteo: (Doesn't look like it. Ask him.)
Lithaladhwen: (You think I haven't read it?)
Syra Zemyla: ('ll remember that Shadow Chantelle just vanished into nowhere at some point.)
Lithaladhwen: (Willy hears ya. Willy doesn't care.)
Syra Zemyla: (Hmm. Then I guess she didn't vanish to normal Gaera. Pity.)
Lithaladhwen: (Why do I care where she goes or why? I just refuse to play the setting for personal reasons.)
Syra Zemyla: (Okay.)
Lithaladhwen: (I'm not denying its existence. I'm saying I cannot take it seriously and think it's dumb. There's a difference.)
Syra Zemyla: (Very well. Then I shall choose one of my regular characters.)
Lithaladhwen: (Why did you ask me?) Syra Zemyla: (I was asking the chat in general.)
PapatymisonN: (... oh, I've had it. PapatymisonN: ) Lithaladhwen: (I see. Well, other people offer opinions too. Not just me.)
PapatymisonN: <rp! in 1st Gen!> PapatymisonN: *Welcome to the Ivory Horn... warm fire... booze a flowin'... you know the drill...* FFFan80 has entered the room. Lithaladhwen: (Ivory Horn, Dave. First gen.)
FFFan80: (Evening) Der DWSage: (hoorj! It's a Dave!) Der DWSage: (I've not seen him RP in a coon's age.) PapatymisonN: (...) Der DWSage: (Hm. Who to use...any preference from others?) Lithaladhwen: (*opens up the wiki to see who needs some attention*)
PapatymisonN: *a feller, in a green bandana, a white tee, an' some black slacks, sits, drinkin' rum straight from tha bottle...* PapatymisonN: *it looks as if he walked right off a pirate ship...* Der DWSage: (It IS still talk like a pirate day, isn't it?) FFFan80: ( ... =[ ) PapatymisonN: (Aye. An' I be playin' me pirate character. Arr.) Lithaladhwen: (YAARRRRGGGGHHHH)
CGNakibe has entered the room. KnightsofSquare has entered the room. Lithaladhwen: (If she CIRP'd a little better, I'd play the ninja just to be contrary.)
Syra Zemyla: (Then I would have to play my robot. Then all we would need is a monkey.)
CGNakibe: (Pirate Ninja Robot Monkey?) PapatymisonN: (And a lobster, I think...) Lithaladhwen: (As long as the robot is nonmagnetic we'd be okay.)
Besyanteo: (No; Zombie.)
Besyanteo: (Pirate ninja robot zombie)
Lithaladhwen: (Pirate ninja robot zombie WERE-MANATEE)
Besyanteo: (AHHHG. *works*)
CGNakibe: (Walk Smash Walk) PapatymisonN: *glug*
Lithaladhwen: *A tan-skinned purple-haired woman in this sari walks into the bar.* Lithaladhwen: (Though her font remains blue!)
Syra Zemyla: (Sari about that...?)
Lithaladhwen: (*tasers Zem*)
Lithaladhwen: *She walks up to the bar and orders a glass of white wine and a salad.*
Lithaladhwen: (And yes. She's wearing my sari, because I liked that one.)
PapatymisonN: *has his feet on the table* Lithaladhwen has left the room. PapatymisonN: (Obviously, that's unforgivably rude.) Lithaladhwen has entered the room. CGNakibe: (10,000 deaths are not enough for you, Charles!) Lithaladhwen: (So there are these rollover ads that crash my AIM.)
CGNakibe: (Also, WB Ashley.) Lithaladhwen: (That was a short story.)
CGNakibe: (Yeah, the rollover ads are the worst.) CGNakibe: (Mew?) Lithaladhwen: (Anyway. Back.)
PapatymisonN: *still has his feet on his table*
Syra Zemyla: (May play my robot anyway.)
Lithaladhwen: *eyes his feet on the table*
PapatymisonN: *glug* Lithaladhwen: e_e *eats salad*
PapatymisonN: ... PapatymisonN: The glares ain't gonna get them offa there, y'know... Lithaladhwen: Hm? If that were my table he'd have a blade through his foot. Luckily it isn't.
Lithaladhwen: So I really don't care.
Lithaladhwen: I don't have to clean that shit.
Lithaladhwen: Someone else gets paid for that.
PapatymisonN: Aye. An' I'm makin' 'em earn their keep. PapatymisonN: They should gimme a medal. Lithaladhwen: Or a job.
Lithaladhwen: Where people treat you like ass.
Lithaladhwen: That would help.
PapatymisonN: Hehehehehhe... I think I'mmuna like you. PapatymisonN: *feet hit floor* Lithaladhwen: Oh. My life has meaning.
Lithaladhwen: Thank goodness.
Lithaladhwen: I was beginning to despair.
PapatymisonN: Oh, don't be such a sourpuss. Lithaladhwen: The state of my puss is none of your business and never will be, mister.
Der DWSage: (A moment. Roomies.) CGNakibe: (Who to choose who to choose.) CGNakibe: (Feh. Temptation is evil) PapatymisonN: A true shame, dear. True shame. Lithaladhwen: Says you.
Lithaladhwen: *sip*
Lithaladhwen: Not interested. I've seen enough of your type to have had my fill.
Lithaladhwen: Go bug someone suitably naive.
CGNakibe: *a young black-haired man sits at the bar and watches this*
CGNakibe: <.<
PapatymisonN: Ah, but yer makin' two assumptions there, miss. PapatymisonN: One: That me feet bein' on the table is all there is t'know about me. PapatymisonN: Two: That I'm askin'. Not that I wouldn', just that I'm not. Lithaladhwen: You're making some assumptions yourself.
CGNakibe: *yaaawns*
Lithaladhwen: One: That your feet on the table is all I can tell about you.
Lithaladhwen: Two: That it matters to me whether you say it explicitly.
Lithaladhwen: So you can either sit and have a pissing contest with me, or find someone with the patience to be sweet to you.
CGNakibe: IM: there's gotta be some better entertainment around here than this.
PapatymisonN: ... hahahhahaha! *stomps his foot* Glad t'know ya! CGNakibe: IM: Ah, well.
PapatymisonN: Y'wouldn't be interested in bein' a sailor, wouldja? PapatymisonN: A ship could use a firs' mate like you! PapatymisonN: *thoroughly impressed!* Lithaladhwen: ....
Lithaladhwen: So you're a sailor, huh?
Lithaladhwen: Exactly how many sheets have you set to the wind this evening?
PapatymisonN: Alas, none. I be in drydock t'night. CGNakibe: *idly glances over at the sailor type, and starts mumbling to himself...*
PapatymisonN: I set sail nex' week, for Argovia. Lithaladhwen: Then you should start. Woman on a ship is bad luck.
Lithaladhwen: And I'm bad luck even on land.
OnlineHost: CGNakibe rolled 1 6-sided die: 6 Lithaladhwen: So don't start.
PapatymisonN: Pff! Whoever started that had no luck in th 'bedroom! CGNakibe: (Do you mind, Charles? >:P)
Lithaladhwen: Not interested.
PapatymisonN: (... oh... nah, go ahead.) Lithaladhwen: (Oh dear.)
CGNakibe: *beware, floor slippery when wet!*
PapatymisonN: Had t'a-GYARG
OnlineHost: PapatymisonN rolled 1 20-sided die: 2 CGNakibe: <.< IM: *snickers*
PapatymisonN: *falls on his arse* Lithaladhwen: *tilts her head* ..... *sighs*
Lithaladhwen: Well. You've convinced me.
Lithaladhwen: I'm in. You can climb my rigging any time.
Lithaladhwen: *drains her glass and rolls her eyes*
Lithaladhwen: Who could resist that?
CGNakibe: IM: Too bad he hasn't gotten his sea legs.
PapatymisonN: *painedly gets up* ... PapatymisonN: Who be th'jinx? PapatymisonN: Eh? PapatymisonN: *looks about* CGNakibe: >.>
CGNakibe: IM: Jinx, he says.
PapatymisonN: *oh... did I mention he carries four cutlasses on his belt? That may have been important...* CGNakibe: *sighs*
PapatymisonN: Who be th'trickster? Lithaladhwen: (I assumed because I know who he is. But no, you didn't mention it.)
PapatymisonN: (I apologize.) CGNakibe: A little bit more water here, bartender. ^^
Lithaladhwen: Wasn't me. I would've said something. Laughed harder maybe.
PapatymisonN: (Also: Anyone who likes/can tolerate FFX, IM me.) CGNakibe: And if you don't mind, apparently that person over there has found a small quantity thereof on the floor. Dangerous stuff, that.
PapatymisonN: ... *creeps over to the orderer of water* PapatymisonN: 'Ey. PapatymisonN: Fella. PapatymisonN: Know anythin' abou'this? e_e CGNakibe: Yes? What might I do for you this fine evening?
CGNakibe: About what, sir?
CGNakibe: o.o
CGNakibe: *innocent innocent*
PapatymisonN: Th'water. On th'floor. Lithaladhwen: *snrks*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Jackass.
CGNakibe: *shrugs* I can hardly be blamed for what other patrons do with their consumables, sir.
CGNakibe: *the guy looks like he's half asleep. Or maybe just bored.*
PapatymisonN: An' what if YE be the one mishandlin' their consumables, mm? CGNakibe: *yawns* Sounds like too much potential work.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
CGNakibe: Money is best when one considers doing work, I would think.
CGNakibe: Otherwise, what's the point?
CGNakibe: I think you've done the lady over there quite enough service with your good humour today, sir, don't you?
Lithaladhwen: *snorts* The lady doesn't need to be referred to in third person.
PapatymisonN: ... *grumbles, and heads to his chair, returning attention to his rum* PapatymisonN: (Man, it's like I can't NOT make asshole characters recently...) CGNakibe: Oh? What, praytell does one call a lovely lady such as yourself?
Lithaladhwen: Shakti.
Lithaladhwen: Or occasionally, "You there shut the hell up," as the case may be.
CGNakibe: Ah, good evening Shakti.
Lithaladhwen: Good evening whoever the hell you are.
CGNakibe: Naeryn, miss. Although I've been called less kindly names...
CGNakibe: *siiiiigh*
Lithaladhwen: Naeryn. I may or may not remember that, but I'll try.
Lithaladhwen: How about you, my lecherous filthy fucking sailor friend?
CGNakibe: *snickers*
Lithaladhwen: Would you like me to call you by your name?
PapatymisonN: Bill. PapatymisonN: Blades Bill, some say. PapatymisonN: But Bill will do... CGNakibe: Can't imagine where that pleasing appelation would come from...
PapatymisonN: Sailors be creative folk. Lithaladhwen: Eh. Most sailors I've met... I met in a whorehouse.
Lithaladhwen: Can't say that creativity was the first thing I noticed.
CGNakibe: I'd imagine not.
PapatymisonN: ... ye need t'reco'nize sarcasm, th'both'a'ya. PapatymisonN: ... OK, OK. Let's amend things. Lithaladhwen: Sarcasm? Never heard of it.
CGNakibe: Sadly I do not know the man. Though if I did see this "Sarcasm" I'd probably punch him in the face.
Lithaladhwen: Explain. Go slow.
Lithaladhwen: Please, I'm not too swift on the subject.
PapatymisonN: ... are ye both so insultin'? CGNakibe: Only on days that end with "y" in my case.
Lithaladhwen: You're smarter than you look, Bill. Yes, I am.
PapatymisonN: Another trait that fits well with sailin'... Lithaladhwen: Being smart or seeming stupid?
CGNakibe: Are we sure that we meet either of these criteria at the present?
PapatymisonN: ... insults... PapatymisonN: I know yer not daft, so I must not be makin' sense... o.o CGNakibe: You know Madam Shakti? I like you.
CGNakibe: If you have a shop that needs magical protections, I would be eager to lend a hand. For a fee, of course, but still.
Lithaladhwen: I work as a guard in a brothel.
CGNakibe: I'd offer more but... I'm told I'm not the most motivated worker.
Lithaladhwen: I am the magical protections.
CGNakibe: Ah.
PapatymisonN: ... solid work. Lithaladhwen: They need it sometimes.
Der DWSage has left the room. PapatymisonN: I hear sommun tried to rip up a brothel a lil while ago... Der DWSage has entered the room. PapatymisonN: That weren't yers, was it? CGNakibe: (WB Sage)
Lithaladhwen: It might have been.
Lithaladhwen: What of it?
CGNakibe: If it was then the matter must be settled.
PapatymisonN: Jus' askin'... CGNakibe: I mean, she is here now instead of at work.
PapatymisonN: *sigh* Insultin', o'erdefensive, o'ersarcastic... Lithaladhwen: I'm not the only guard. But yes, it's settled.
PapatymisonN: Yer both such loverly folk. ^^ Lithaladhwen: And yeah. I am overdefensive. About that?
Lithaladhwen: You bet your ass.
Lithaladhwen: I don't like people coming in my house and trying to murder everyone who lives there.
CGNakibe: *sighs* The mercenary line of work tends to be.. unsafe. Guards don't have it much better.
Lithaladhwen: While I'm gone, probably to receive similar treatment.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. I was pissed.
Lithaladhwen: I will be for some time.
PapatymisonN: Tha's fair, tha's fair... Lithaladhwen: Yes. It is.
PapatymisonN: I dun like people messin' wit' me people, too... CGNakibe: Nor do I.
Lithaladhwen: Ruined my favorite sari, too. Fuckers.
PapatymisonN: ... I'm sorry... Lithaladhwen: Forget the whole "attempted gangrape and murder" bit. Those things are expensive to import. e_e
CGNakibe: *sips*
Lithaladhwen: Man.
PapatymisonN: What be a... ... sarry? o.O Lithaladhwen: *finishes her salad*
Lithaladhwen: *points to the purple silk thing she's wearing* This.
CGNakibe: I'd be more distressed by the second than the first.
Lithaladhwen: Be a sari.
PapatymisonN: Ah... PapatymisonN: Silk? Lithaladhwen: Yes.
PapatymisonN: S'very nice... CGNakibe: Indeed.
PapatymisonN: Where does one GET a sarry? Ne'er seen one in all me travels... Lithaladhwen: I get mine from another plane. I have connections there.
Lithaladhwen: Friend of mine sends them.
PapatymisonN: ... oh, ye be wunna them... PapatymisonN: Offworlders, eh? CGNakibe: Another plane you say? Fascinating.
Lithaladhwen: So what if I am? I have as much reason to be here as anyone else. Maybe more because I'm here on purpose.
CGNakibe: So you have an open channel of travel between here and another plane?
Lithaladhwen: No. You don't keep that shit open.
PapatymisonN: An' I ne'er said bein' an offworlder is a bad thing... PapatymisonN: (BB: I don't know it, but one of my best friends is an offworlder!) Lithaladhwen: (Heh. True.)
CGNakibe: Well, at least it sounds like you have some means of communication across these planes.
PapatymisonN: Jus'... interestin', it is... Lithaladhwen: (It's not his fault she's hostile all the damned time.)
Lithaladhwen: I might. What, didn't I explain it?
PapatymisonN: (Eyeah. Noticed that...) CGNakibe: *chuckles* And I doubt you would explain if I did ask, by that reaction.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. Exactly. If I didn't, it likely means it's none of your business.
Lithaladhwen: (Goodness gracious I'm pissy tonight. At least in-character.)
Lithaladhwen: (Wonder what the hell happened there.)
PapatymisonN: (Beats me.) PapatymisonN: ... PapatymisonN: Bartender, RUM. PapatymisonN: *gets another bottle of the good stuff, and puts it on Shakti's table* PapatymisonN: Enjoy. CGNakibe: Heh.
PapatymisonN: *sits back down, gets back to his own bottle* Lithaladhwen: Heh. If I drink out of the bottle, you'll all get my cooties. Hope you don't mind.
PapatymisonN: *this is a new bottle* PapatymisonN: An' I don't. PapatymisonN: (The way to a woman's heart is apparently through her liver.) Lithaladhwen: Good. Because I won't be drinking all of this.
Lithaladhwen: I'll be passing it off on one of you fine gents.
Lithaladhwen: (And she gets free booze for bitching at him incessantly. Without cess.)
PapatymisonN: It's a deal. CGNakibe: Fine with me.
Lithaladhwen: *uncorks and takes a swig*
Lithaladhwen: Shit. >.o
Lithaladhwen: I don't drink much. Good anesthetic,though.
CGNakibe: I imagine if you have pains after a bottle of that then they might perhaps be fatal.
PapatymisonN: Are ye kiddin'? Tha's from Ka'thalar! Don' come much better'n'at! Lithaladhwen: Haven't been there yet. But this should do the trick.
Lithaladhwen: *braces herself and takes another drink*
Lithaladhwen: *sets it down* Yikes.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, that'll do.
CGNakibe: I don't know, Bill. I've heard good things said about Nekonian Sake in the past...
PapatymisonN: ... well, I ain't no connoisseur, but I ain't heard bad things, either... PapatymisonN: *picks up the bottle, passes it to Naeryn* CGNakibe: *too cultured to drink it from the bottle... pours it into his now-empty glass instead*
CGNakibe: *drinks* ... o.o Wow. I think it may be trying to bite me right back.
PapatymisonN: ... good rum is GREAT rum right from tha bottle. PapatymisonN: Give 'er a try... ^_^ CGNakibe: <.<;; I suppose I could...
Lithaladhwen: I can taste the sugar better if I can't smell the booze. Hence, bottle.
PapatymisonN: Go on... PapatymisonN: It'll put hair on yer chest. ^_^ CGNakibe: *gulps down* Well.. that is pretty good.
Lithaladhwen: I...think that's a myth.
CGNakibe: (*And thus did the legend of the Sasquatch begin...*)
PapatymisonN: (No no... Wendigo. ^_^) PapatymisonN: ... he drank, didn't he? ^^ CGNakibe: *chuckles. Just a little*]
Lithaladhwen: (You Canadians and your Wendigo.)
Lithaladhwen: Well, this is true.
Lithaladhwen: *rotates her arm and her shoulder cracks loudly*
Lithaladhwen: Ow. Should have brought an umbrella.
Lithaladhwen: It'll probably be raining by the time I get home.
Lithaladhwen: That sucks.
PapatymisonN: ... ooh. Seen action, have ye? Lithaladhwen: Do you know what the rack is?
PapatymisonN: Nay... CGNakibe: I have heard of it.
Lithaladhwen: See that. Then tell me whether it counts.
CGNakibe: Its one of the fun reasons why I was told not to visit Riva. Granted I hear things HAVE changed...
Lithaladhwen: Shit. They use that crap here?
Lithaladhwen: They ought to have their throats cut.
PapatymisonN: ... OK, don' leave me in th'dark. PapatymisonN: What is this "rack", mm? Lithaladhwen: Naeryn? You explain.
Lithaladhwen: I can't.
CGNakibe: Perhaps its best we find another subject. Like what this has to do with the weather. >.>
PapatymisonN: Oh, 'er joints. CGNakibe: I mean, I've never had much mastery of the weath... ah.
CGNakibe: Thought that was just hearsay.
CGNakibe: Well, live and learn.
PapatymisonN: Since 'ey're damaged, they can feel th'pressure of a storm comin'... PapatymisonN: Lotto my boys got that...
Lithaladhwen: ( Prepare to be horrified by Jesus Camp. ) CGNakibe: *walks over to Bill and whispers* Probably not in all their joints, I'm certain.
Lithaladhwen: *cracks her fingers*
PapatymisonN: ... no... Der DWSage has left the room. Lithaladhwen: So, what're you boys whispering about?
PapatymisonN: I have no clue... CGNakibe: I'm sure many women find that quality endearing. *chuckles*
PapatymisonN: ... yer a stitch, ya know that? PapatymisonN: (Yeah, you're a cute, cuddly, genetically engineered alien psychopath! ) CGNakibe: I'm not paid for comedy, of course.
PapatymisonN: (... wait...) CGNakibe: (Hey, Just because Naeryn is a psycho doesn't mean he doesn't care... I think. 9.9)
CGNakibe: So, Shakti.
CGNakibe: Do you have a particular magical specialty?
CGNakibe: I'm curious to know.
CGNakibe: (... that definitely didn't come out right... 9.9)
Lithaladhwen: Eh. I like to destroy things.
PapatymisonN: Who don't? PapatymisonN: Relaxing, and fun a'parties... Lithaladhwen: I like to break them or blow them up. When I can.
Lithaladhwen: I need more of that. *grabs the rum*
CGNakibe: That IS rather entertaining at times.
PapatymisonN: Aye. PapatymisonN: ... when yer done, bring it my way... Lithaladhwen: *shoves it toward Bill*
PapatymisonN: *DRINK* PapatymisonN: ... oh, tha'ss good... Lithaladhwen: Yeah, I think I'm done.
Lithaladhwen: Any more than this would probably be a bad idea.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Well, they've survived me being a bitch. They may not be so bad.
PapatymisonN: ... aye. PapatymisonN: Past this lies sickness, and not much else. PapatymisonN: *finds that cork, and corks the bottle* Take 'er home, though. PapatymisonN: Have 'er later,uh? Lithaladhwen: We have plenty.
Lithaladhwen: Brothel, remember?
PapatymisonN: Right, right... still, I got enough o' that part-... wait.. PapatymisonN: *gives it to Naeryn* YOU have it. ^_^ Lithaladhwen: For great... hair-growing or some shit.
CGNakibe: Me, sir? o.o
CGNakibe: ... I.. guess...
PapatymisonN: *nods, allowingly* CGNakibe: *takes the bottle*
PapatymisonN: Happy birthday. ^_^ CGNakibe: Well, err... yes. Thanks. IM: I think. >.>
PapatymisonN: This'll make up fer me not gettin' ye anythin' when yer REAL birthday rolls around. CGNakibe: Heh. Well, no worries about that, then.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
PapatymisonN: (I wish we had pool... that'd be so sweet right now...) CGNakibe: (Naeryn'd just fake being bad at it and then own/cheat)
Lithaladhwen: (Shakti'd just make fun of them both.)
PapatymisonN: (And Bill would lose.) Lithaladhwen: All right. *gets up, bracing herself on the back of her chair*
Lithaladhwen: In the interests of me getting home before it starts being all wet and shit outside....
Lithaladhwen: I may head out.
Lithaladhwen: Boys...
Lithaladhwen: Nice bitching at you. We should do this again sometime.
CGNakibe: Or not. Take your pick, Shakti.
PapatymisonN: Aye. PapatymisonN: Either's fine, dearie. PapatymisonN: ... oh, and if you want to have sex sometime, be sure t'find me. *mischevious smirk* Lithaladhwen: Uh huh. I get enough guys delivered to my doorstep, thanks. If you want to have sex sometime, go bother my coworkers.
PapatymisonN: ... sarcasm, m'dear. PapatymisonN: Learn it, I beg of ye. ^_^ Lithaladhwen: I prefer to be literal when it gives me a better chance to be mean-spirited.
CGNakibe: Hehe.
PapatymisonN: Ah... vital information, that. Lithaladhwen: (Bill needs to quit chasing high-maintenance women.)
PapatymisonN: (He's not chasing this time. He's stuck on the one, still.) PapatymisonN: (He's just having fun.) Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, well. I hate to say it, but Shakti might possibly cause him LESS trouble than his current choice. Poor bastard.)
Lithaladhwen: And does that crap really work with women, Bill?
PapatymisonN: Wouldn' PapatymisonN: t know. PapatymisonN: No one ever returns th'questionnaire. ^_^ Lithaladhwen: Uh huh. Well, here's to hoping someone's willing to... return your... questionnaire. I've always found fieldwork to be much more
informative.
Lithaladhwen: *heads to the door with a wave* Consider it.
PapatymisonN: ... have a nice night, Shakti... PapatymisonN: An' don' get yer sarry wet! Lithaladhwen: *laughs and heads out the door*
Lithaladhwen: </Shakti...unless someone follows her home or something>
PapatymisonN: ... PapatymisonN: ... does she qualify as a lady? CGNakibe: Depends. Is she trying to kill you right now?
CGNakibe: If not, then I'd say so.
PapatymisonN: ... seems bad, then, that the both of us are lettin' one walk home alone... PapatymisonN: Even if she could kill us both with a thought... Lithaladhwen: (You people are crazy.)
Lithaladhwen: (I didn't realize that Rule Zero applied to CIRPs. ^^; )
CGNakibe: You maybe. *sips*
PapatymisonN: Oh, you too. CGNakibe: I should like to think I'm capable of holding my own.
PapatymisonN: ... oh, may as well... *gathers his bottle and splits* PapatymisonN: *tries to find Shakti* Lithaladhwen: *He finds her. She's a ways down the street and is clad in vivid purple. Can't miss her. She's just walking and trailing her hand along a
building for support.*
LovelyJester: (nighto folks. *fwip*) LovelyJester has left the room. PapatymisonN: ... yarg. Deductive reasonin' found you t'be a lady, an', as such... PapatymisonN: Can't let ye walk home alone, despite ye bein' capable of handlin' yerself. PapatymisonN: ... sorry. Lithaladhwen: ....What the hell are you talking about? Spare me the machismo, please.
Lithaladhwen: *takes her hand away from the wall*
Lithaladhwen: Seriously.
PapatymisonN: I... was raised by two sets o' people, an' both say lettin' ye walk home alone's not th'thing t'do. CGNakibe: (If Bill aims to displease, then it looks like he's hit the mark.)
PapatymisonN: (What else is new?) Lithaladhwen: ...
Lithaladhwen: Why?
Lithaladhwen: What the fuck do you care?
Lithaladhwen: More to the point, what business is it of yours?
PapatymisonN: I dunno... jus'... me sense of... somethin' 'er other... won' let me do it. Lithaladhwen: ...Hate that machismo.
PapatymisonN: Me too. PapatymisonN: But, it's in me, an' I can' do nothin' about it. Lithaladhwen: *eyeroll*
Lithaladhwen: You could exercise some self-control. Autonomy even.
Lithaladhwen: Nobody told you to follow around strange women.
Lithaladhwen: Some people would call that weird.
PapatymisonN: An' I'd be th'first! Believe you me! PapatymisonN: But I was raised by... chivalric folk, and some of it stuck. Lithaladhwen: *puts her hand back on the wall, apparently resigned to being followed*
Lithaladhwen: Fine.
PapatymisonN: *as they go along* So, I'll assume the subject of "the rack" ain't an easy one... Lithaladhwen: Forget it. I shouldn't have mentioned it.
Lithaladhwen: It's not important.
PapatymisonN: Fair. Lithaladhwen: ¬\/¬
Lithaladhwen: Why do you ask?
PapatymisonN: The little feller never answered as to what it was. Lithaladhwen: *turns forward and shrugs* You use it to pull people's limbs off. Slowly.
PapatymisonN: ... ah... PapatymisonN: Gruesome stuff, that. PapatymisonN: ... I'll speak no further. Lithaladhwen: *nods*
PapatymisonN: ... feel free t'ask me anythin', y'know... Lithaladhwen: Like what? Who the hell told you stalking people you met in bars is a good idea?
Lithaladhwen: We'll start there.
PapatymisonN: Now, see, yer makin' it sound a whole lot worse than it is... Lithaladhwen: IM: Bastard. May as well question him for my own amusement.
PapatymisonN: I was taught gennelmen don' let ladies walk home unescorted. PapatymisonN: Most of the other stuff about gennelmenliness didn't stick, but that one stayed in there. PapatymisonN: Don' ask me why, couldn't answer ya... Lithaladhwen: ...Uh huh. So why do you care so damned much about the one thing? There's a reason.
Lithaladhwen: There's always a reason for seemingly bizarre and illogical behavior.
PapatymisonN: ... seen it happen... PapatymisonN: Where... an unescorted lady... PapatymisonN: Met a bad end. <.< Lithaladhwen: Uh huh.
Lithaladhwen: That's cute. Glad you're inclined to worry.
Lithaladhwen: But that was last week.
Lithaladhwen: This is... well, this week.
Lithaladhwen: I'm fine this week.
PapatymisonN: Must be nice t'know th'future. Lithaladhwen: I don't.
PapatymisonN: (Card: I do! ^_^) Lithaladhwen: I just know the odds of crazy awful things happening one right after the other.
Lithaladhwen: I've probably got at least a short grace period.
PapatymisonN: Oh, uh... this w- wait... I was speakin' of someone else... PapatymisonN: This happened to you? Lithaladhwen: Eh. Stuff and things.
Lithaladhwen: I was actually in prison at the time.
Lithaladhwen: Or jail, if you differentiate here.
Lithaladhwen: I was broken out. Things sucked.
Lithaladhwen: They don't now.
Lithaladhwen: Because it's this week and not last week.
PapatymisonN: Ah... PapatymisonN: Well, I'm glad it's this week, then. Lithaladhwen: Aren't we all.
PapatymisonN: ... maybe. Lithaladhwen: *Oh, look. Jeri's House.*
PapatymisonN: I mean, what's this week for you is last week to some other poor soul... Lithaladhwen: Meh. Each poor soul for himself.
Lithaladhwen: I'm going inside.
PapatymisonN: Oh, you're here, then. Lithaladhwen: You can either go back to your bar, or come in and drink and dance with girls.
Lithaladhwen: I have work to do.
PapatymisonN: ... hmm... PapatymisonN: Got a lass on th'hook. May want to reel her in... PapatymisonN: This wouldn't look that good. Lithaladhwen: ....Eh. Doesn't stop half the patrons here. But do whatever you want.
Lithaladhwen: See ya.
PapatymisonN: Tah tah. Lithaladhwen: *heads inside*
Lithaladhwen: </Shakti, for real this time>
PapatymisonN: *goes back to the bar, I suppose...* CGNakibe: (....)
PapatymisonN: (Will he still be there?) CGNakibe: (Possibly. Depends on how much amusement he can get out of the other patrons)
PapatymisonN: (Other patrons? o.o) CGNakibe: (Exactly!)
PapatymisonN: (Calling it, then.) Lithaladhwen: (Calling it?)
PapatymisonN: (Saying that it is over.) Lithaladhwen: </RP>
Lithaladhwen: There.
Lithaladhwen: Send me a log, if'n ye will?
