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KnightsofSquare: I'm probably going to pass
blender_bunny@mac.com: Hurray :D
MischiefMink: Hm?
CGNakibe: I am not 100% sure myself. If I do, it can't be for very long.
dragongurl4390: Not sure
Lintmancer: i wouldn't even know who to play honestly
Lithaladhwen: Beth? Think you'll be able to play?
dragongurl4390: I'm probly only on for an hour more
MischiefMink: Mm? Oh, sure.
MischiefMink: All I was doing was playing Tales of Symphonia. ^^
Lintmancer: Spoiler: Colette dies
Lithaladhwen: Ohshitz.
dragongurl4390: DAMN
MischiefMink: Hah
blender_bunny@mac.com: Spoiler: Unsightly growths
MischiefMink: This is my third time through, you can't spoil me. X3
dragongurl4390: But you can spoil me
Lithaladhwen: Oh, I'll spoil you all right. I'll spoil you good.
dragongurl4390: SO STOPIT
MischiefMink: Well, Collette doesn't die, so don't worry about that.
Lithaladhwen: ALSO A SPOILER
Lithaladhwen: This chat has more spoilers than a riced-out Kia.
MischiefMink: Heh
CGNakibe: Heh.
dragongurl4390: XD
CGNakibe: Spoiler: *Lavos KILLS EVERYTHING*
dragongurl4390: I should just leave
CGNakibe: But... But... ;_;
MischiefMink: I won't spoil you further. D:
Lithaladhwen: I don't know anything about these newfangled games of which you speak.
CGNakibe: It snot like I said the boat sank or anything.
CGNakibe: OOPS
Lithaladhwen: Shaun: Brian and I already watched that movie tonight.
Lithaladhwen: I made him watch Titanic.
CGNakibe: ... how?
CGNakibe: *fell asleep the last time his mom watched it. And he was only in the room for HALF*
dragongurl4390: Spoiler: Eva 01 is SHINJI'S MOM
Lithaladhwen: I watched it. He sat with me because I would have watched it without him anyway.
Lithaladhwen: Caro: Spoiler: Gendou is a pimp.
MischiefMink: Heh.
CGNakibe: Actually no. I just didn't watch much of Titanic, I think.
Lithaladhwen: So. I can roleplay. Oniichan can. Beth has said she may be able to as well.
Lithaladhwen: Who else do we have?
dragongurl4390: already knew that
MischiefMink: Yeah, I'm in.
dragongurl4390: Yeah, sure
MischiefMink: I can't figure out what the big fuss over Titanic was, now. It's... not that exciting. >_>
Lintmancer: people wanted to know how it'd end
dragongurl4390: XD
dragongurl4390: Sad
blender_bunny@mac.com: Spoiler: The Destiny Chogos kill Tomasu
dragongurl4390: I never saw the end, but I know what happens
blender_bunny@mac.com: SPOILED!
MischiefMink: XD
dragongurl4390: Spoiler: Lirael end up at the last gate at the end of the last book
Lithaladhwen: Anyway. So we've got a few people.
Lithaladhwen: Anyone have a preference for location or anything?
blender_bunny@mac.com: Spoiler: YOUR PRINCESS IS IN ANOTHER CASTLE
dragongurl4390: None
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...And she has a penis
dragongurl4390: XD
Lithaladhwen: Well, excuuuuuuuuuuse me, Princess.
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...Have you seen the Excuuuuuuuuuse me, Princess countdown?
Lithaladhwen: No.
MischiefMink: What crack have you found now, Oniichan?
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Goes off to find it while rp starts*
dragongurl4390: What Gen!?
Lithaladhwen: Likely first, but I could go either way.
blender_bunny@mac.com: (MWAHAHAHAHA)
blender_bunny@mac.com: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPxY8lp YAUM
Lithaladhwen: (Okay. First gen.)
Lithaladhwen: (Where do people want to go? We don't have to be in Doma.)
Lithaladhwen: (*cricketcricket*)
MischiefMink: (*shrug* I still only kinda-sorta know Gaeran geography.)
dragongurl4390: ((No clue))
Lithaladhwen: (Well.... there's Nekonia. Land of the Japanese catpeople. Inustan, land of the Spanish dogpeople, Baron, land of the English, Riva, land of the American South.)
Lithaladhwen: (Those are the major ones.)
Lithaladhwen: (We'll likely end up doing the same damn things we always do. I just get tired of the same Doman bars all the time.)
MischiefMink: (No, that's fair enough.)
Lithaladhwen: (Hell. I could take you to another continent.)
MischiefMink: (Woo! We could go to Tristes! Or one of the other island places.)
Lithaladhwen: (I control a population of Druids on Ka'thalar, sort of a distant pseudo-colonized landmass.)
MischiefMink: (Kite would be amused.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: (Mercutio would be clinging to her "WATER.")
Lithaladhwen: (Heh. I don't know much about Tristes. I don't know that it ever gets used)
Lithaladhwen: (I'm cool with that. Beth, wanna intro us up?)
Lithaladhwen: (For the others' reference: http://mysidia.org/rpgww/Tristes )
MischiefMink: (It's only got like a paragraph of info anyway. XD)
MischiefMink: (And yeah, that's one of the reasons I picked it. More of Gaera should be explored outside of Doma and the other mainstays. :O)
Lithaladhwen: (Bless you. ^_^ )
Lithaladhwen: (Go ahead, Beth. You know as much as any of us!)
Lithaladhwen: (Part of Argovia is in some minor civil warring, but no one knows what's going on and you're more qualified to intro than I am.)
Deus Fio has entered the room.
MischiefMink: (Okay, no problem)
Lithaladhwen: (Hey Spleen.)
MischiefMink: (And I think the civil wars are... on one of the other islands. Tristes is a tourist trap.)
Lithaladhwen: (First gen. Tristes. Beth is introing us up.)
Deus Fio: (What'd we decide on? Elemaer?)
Lithaladhwen: (Agreed.)
Deus Fio: (Shadow Gaera?)
Deus Fio: (Shadow Elemaer?)
Deus Fio: (Shadow Gaera vs. Shadow Elemaer, Heaven or Hell, Only One Will Survive?)
Lithaladhwen: (Cotton Candy Tank Tread Gaera.)
Deus Fio: (vs. MAC?)
Lithaladhwen: (CCTTG.)
MischiefMink: <Various and sundry peoples have gathered this fine evening at the Golden Salmon, one of Tristes' prime establishments.
Deus Fio: (I know. CCTTG vs. MAC?)
MischiefMink: While drinks can be enjoyed indoors, there's also a fine open-air setup where patrons can enjoy the warm ocean breeze>
MischiefMink: <Paper lanterns are hung in various spots, casting a warm glow over everything.>
Deus Fio: (Little tidbit: Usually, angle brackets are used to identify the character you're using.)
Deus Fio: (What you want is asterisks.)
Lithaladhwen: (*shrug*)
Lintmancer: (wrf are this CCTTG thing)
Lintmancer: (also we get the idea so)
Lithaladhwen: (She's playing the Narrator.)
MischiefMink: (Yeah, pick your punctuation, whatever.)
MischiefMink: (Feel free to intro characters now)
Deus Fio: (I know. I'm not criticizing. I'm encouraging her to adapt to our way of life. What do you call that, Captain Sociology?)
Deus Fio: (Not acculturation, because that's from infancy, right?)
Lintmancer: (I call it unnecessary complaining)
Lithaladhwen: (Font.)
Deus Fio: (And Banj: Cotton Candy Tank Tread Gaera was something Zero made up to criticize Cha and my creation of Shadow Gaera, because he's a :-( )
MischiefMink: (...I kinda have to agree. Why does the punctuation matter?)
Lithaladhwen: (I helped, to be fair. And I explained it to Banj in IM. =D )
dragongurl4390: <Kuroi>
Lithaladhwen: (First things first, a link to an image. See the lady in the back in the nice suity clothes? That's her.)
Lintmancer: (I approve of this.)
Deus Fio: (It doesn't matter. Forget I said anything.)
Deus Fio: (...I don't have a character in this setting >_>)
dragongurl4390: *Kuroi sits, relaxing for the first time in ages. he's having himslef an underaged drink*
MischiefMink: (I think anybody could be here. It's an island resort.)
dragongurl4390: ((My character can travel to anywhere he wants XD))
Deus Fio: (Oh, I'm sure if I wanted to, one of my characters could be here.)
dragongurl4390: ((Shit guys, I've only got twenty minutes))
Lithaladhwen: *A woman with short black hair in vaguely masculine dress is standing outside the building, leaning on a broom. She's got some brightly-colored cocktail in one hand, and a cigar in the other.*
Lithaladhwen: <Eve Valerian>
Deus Fio: (But Ake has neither the inclination nor the money to travel to the tropics, and Seryntas doesn't wear armor in the winter and doesn't travel without his armor, and thus doesn't travel in the winter.*
Deus Fio: *)
MischiefMink: (Another picture. Kite's the short one. Mercutio's the tall one)
Deus Fio: (Kai...how can a dress be masculine, vaguely so or otherwise?)
blender_bunny@mac.com: (Mercutio is the one thoroughly unenjoying himself)
Lithaladhwen: (I didn't say "a dress." Be fluent in your own language. =P )
Deus Fio: (Ohhhh.)
MischiefMink: *A short woman with scruffy brown-blonde hair lounges in one of the chairs outside, sipping something fruity and enjoying the air*
Deus Fio: (I didn't notice the lack of the indefinite article.)
Lithaladhwen: (You'll see what I mean if you look at the picture. It does a better job than I do of describing it.)
Deus Fio: (No, I understand how you can wear masculine dress. You were right, I read it as a masculine dress.)
Lithaladhwen: *Eve holds cigar smoke in her mouth for several seconds before letting it out. She sets her drink down on a nearby table and watches the sun set.*
dragongurl4390: *Glances over at Eve* "Hey."
Lithaladhwen: IM: Places like this are nice. Good anonymous trashy tourist traps.
Lithaladhwen: *looks over* ....hey?
dragongurl4390: "Why don't you join me?"
Lithaladhwen: Join you in what?
Lithaladhwen: *puts her cigar up and clenches it in her teeth*
dragongurl4390: "For a drink?"
Lithaladhwen: Thanks, I've got one. And frankly you're not my type.
Lintmancer: *and a silver-haired girl is leaning on a nearby wall. She'd look like one of those generic mystical silver-haired princess
Lintmancer: types, if she weren't in a very loud red-tshirt and very loud yellow shorts. She's also looking decidedly wary of everyone.*
dragongurl4390: *Laughs*
Lintmancer: IM: Places like this are horrifying. Anonymous trashy tourist traps.
Lithaladhwen: (Ha.)
Lithaladhwen: (Here. Font change.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: *A man thoroughly miserable is sitting across from him, he looked at the sandals on his feet* People wear these things?
Deus Fio: (Wait a minute. I do have a character I can use here.)
Deus Fio: (I need to find his last name.)
dragongurl4390: *Sips his drink*
Lithaladhwen: Do you always proposition strange women?
dragongurl4390: "I'm bored."
MischiefMink: Yes they do. They're comfortable.
blender_bunny@mac.com: I'm certain I'll get frost bite.
MischiefMink: ...
MischiefMink: It's nowhere near cold enough for that.
MischiefMink: 'sides, any other shoes just fill with sand.
Deus Fio: (He didn't have one.)
Lithaladhwen: *shrug* Being bored sucks. Theoretically that's what travelling is for. You either leave home because you're bored with what you've got, or because you're running from it.
Lithaladhwen: Hopefully you'll find some diversion that... isn't me.
Lintmancer: No, you travel because either you're running away from something, or you haven't figured out what you have is good enough.
Lintmancer: (And font!)
Lithaladhwen: (Thanks, Banj.)
Lintmancer: Believe me. I'd know.
Lithaladhwen: Good for you.
Lithaladhwen: *pulls her cigar from her mouth and takes a drink before replacing it*
dragongurl4390: *Smirks* "I'm not from anywhere around here."
blender_bunny@mac.com: *He took off his hat and patted it once as a fine grains of sand fall from it* Everything on me has sand in it. Every nook and cranny we never knew before now has a name and it's been scrubbed away by sand invading it.
Deus Fio: <Captain Marcus Raymond>
Lithaladhwen: *to Kuroi* No one here is. Look at this place. I'd be amazed if there were any natives left under the assault of all these tourists.
Lintmancer: Define native, define tourist.
dragongurl4390: *Smirks* "I mean...ANYWHERE around here."
Lithaladhwen: *nods to the girl* Fair.
MischiefMink: It'll wash off.
Lithaladhwen: *to Kuroi* Look. If you want to tell me your whole life story because I just happen to be standing here, please just get on with it before my drink gets warm.
Lithaladhwen: e_e
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...Eventually.
dragongurl4390: "Meh." *Takes a sip of his drink.*
MischiefMink: Nah. Just go for a swim later and you'll be fine.
Lithaladhwen: That's what I thought.
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Mercutio just gives her a deadpan look*
dragongurl4390: *Smiles* "Ah what it is to be young."
MischiefMink: What?
Deus Fio: *A middle-aged man in an well-worn blue tailcoat enters the establishment then.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: I think we had a couple rules, would you mind restating them?
MischiefMink: *sips her drink and grins* Hm, sorry, I seem to have forgotten them.
Deus Fio: *He's tall and straight-backed, well-coiffed and recently shaven. Unlike a lot of men on the ocean.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: I of course refer to a specific one before no putting pepper in the peanut butter but after no shaving Kite's head because I'd think it would be hilarious.
Deus Fio: *And a man of the ocean he obviously is. Prematurely wrinkled skin, deep tan, etc.*
dragongurl4390: *Stretches*
Deus Fio: *He sits and orders a white wine.*
MischiefMink: *grinning, obviously playing dumb* Hm... nope, can't think of it.
dragongurl4390: *Is very sexy* ((XD))
Lintmancer: ....Anyway.
Lithaladhwen: (He isn't Eve's type. Trust me.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: *He twitches* You are a cruel person.
dragongurl4390: ((Don't care))
Lithaladhwen: *twitches her fingers and drops cigar ash onto the ground*
MischiefMink: Me? Never. *smiles*
dragongurl4390: ((He doesn't care either))
Lithaladhwen: IM: This is stupid. Why did I have to come to a public place?
Lithaladhwen: IM: Dumb question. There are no private places anymore. Have to carve a hole in a mountain to get any peace these days.
dragongurl4390: *Gets up and walks off* "
Lintmancer: IM: Could be worse, I could be in a hole in a mountain.
Lintmancer: Are we all done hitting on each other or whatever's going on here?
Deus Fio: IM: Man, I'm glad I'm here and not back in that hole in that mountain.
blender_bunny@mac.com: The item in question would be, Mercutio under no circumstance will have to swim in anything over one foot in depth and even then only upon democratic debate by the involved parties.
Deus Fio: IM: Storms. Can't trust 'em.
Lithaladhwen: (Eve's house is a hole in a mountain.)
Deus Fio: Who's hitting on whom?
blender_bunny@mac.com: (Mercutio and Kite live in a library of religious documents and texts, they love a little bit of sacrilege in their lives)
Lithaladhwen: ....I don't know anymore.
Lithaladhwen: I think the guy who just left was trying to get in my pants. Hard to tell.
MischiefMink: Anyway, you don't have to swim if you don't want to. I'm going to though. The water is really nice here and I'm not going to miss out just 'cause you're all weird about it.
Lintmancer: Always is, isn't it.
dragongurl4390: *Sits on the beach*
Lintmancer: You don't want to swim here, people aren't paying attention to the pol--Are we worried about that here yet? Pollutants?
blender_bunny@mac.com: Not weird. It's overtly aware to the dangers of water bound....
PapatymisonN has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: ....What?
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...anything, really.
PapatymisonN: (What the heck is Tristes? Is this some Argovian thing?)
PapatymisonN: (Freaks.)
Lithaladhwen: (http://mysidia.org/rpgww/Tristes )
Lintmancer: Oh, we're not.
dragongurl4390: ((I have to go))
MischiefMink: (Tristes is a tourist trap, that's all you really need to know.)
Deus Fio: (I had to drag out an ancient NPC for this.)
Lithaladhwen: (Indeed!)
Deus Fio: (Damn my main characters' sedentary natures.)
MischiefMink: Aw, c'mon. You could stick to the shallows. Nothing is going to get you in a foot or two of water.
dragongurl4390: ((see you all!))
Deus Fio: (Bye.)
PapatymisonN: (*mulls over who would go to an island hideaway* Bye!)
dragongurl4390 has left the room.
PapatymisonN: (Ooh!)
Lithaladhwen: (Spleen: People only travel in real life. No one leaves Doma. Ever. It's like the Hotel California.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: You'd be surprised by the number of dangerous fresh water clams there are.
PapatymisonN: (Don't quit doing this, I have JUST the char! *runs to do the dishes!*)
Lintmancer: No, I wouldn't.
MischiefMink: Yeah, but this isn't fresh water, is it.
Deus Fio: (You can check out any time you want / But you can never leave)
Lintmancer: No. No, I most certainly wouldn't.
Lithaladhwen: ......
blender_bunny@mac.com: Well bigger water, obviously means bigger problems.
Lintmancer: And don't worry about the pollutant thing. Really. If you don't know what I'm talking about, it's not an issue yet.
MischiefMink: Only when you get out into the ocean proper.
Lithaladhwen: That's...that's good to know.
Deus Fio: (Ake travels in the summer. Seryntas...doesn't like being in public in the winter.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: So your saying it's safe?
blender_bunny@mac.com: Safe water?
MischiefMink: Of course!
Deus Fio: (Things are different in the other three seasons, but even then, he's not a traveller except for merc jobs and really juicy bounties.)
MischiefMink: I used to play on the beach all day every day as a kid, and I never got eaten, even when I was that tiny.
MischiefMink: It's perfectly fine.
Lintmancer: I totally got eaten be--Nearly eaten.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Well I've lived a full life I suppose.
Lithaladhwen: Nearly eaten is good. It's generally a binary condition. Either you've been at least partially eaten or you haven't.
Deus Fio: The ocean is my muse and the center of my life.
MischiefMink: Ah, you'll be fine, you'll see!
Deus Fio: That said, it can be a bitch, especially when you take its inhabitants into account.
MischiefMink: And with any luck we can pick up some good shells and other junk to sell to the people back in Doma.
Lintmancer: Doma? Who'd want to go there?
Lintmancer: Crazed wizards and archdemons with megalomaniacal tendencies.
Lintmancer: That's all there is to that place.
Deus Fio: I spent some time there, Doma.
Lintmancer: So did I. There was this huge demon guy, and I think the castle exploded.
Lintmancer: Never going there again.
Lithaladhwen: *laugh*
Lithaladhwen: I left Doma. Too many people I'm tired of seeing.
Deus Fio: I don't remember hearing about an exploding castle, but I had to change some plans because it got taken over.
Lithaladhwen: City is smaller than you'd expect when it comes to that.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Very well, if you think it's worth our holiday then lets do it.
Lintmancer: IM: Ah, a land of narrative convienience.
Lintmancer: IM: ...@#*$.
Deus Fio: I was supposed to make a stop in Kohlingen, but it was filled with Barians, and I pissed the Barian government off once or twice.
blender_bunny@mac.com: IM: I'm completely doomed :D
Lithaladhwen: ( Wiki for Eve is finally better. )
Lintmancer: ....
Lithaladhwen: Barians are all assholes. I have yet to be truly misproven.
Lintmancer: There's no B--
Lintmancer: ....oh.
Deus Fio: Barians in Kohlingen? I know. There were, when the rest of Doma was under the control of that demon lord thing.
Deus Fio: Malawhatever.
Lintmancer: There's a Ko--
Lintmancer: oh.
Lithaladhwen: Malachias.
Lintmancer: Okay. I'm back. Sorry.
Deus Fio: Malachias.
Deus Fio: >_>
Lintmancer: I get confused sometimes. Okay? Okay.
Lithaladhwen: It's.... it's fine.
Deus Fio: You okay, there, young lady?
PapatymisonN: (So, where in Tristes are we, exactly?)
MischiefMink: (*shrug* Nowhere particular. Random bar somewhere. It's called the Golden Salmon)
Lithaladhwen: (Random beachfront restaurant/bar number 3458.)
PapatymisonN: *AND IN COMES... ooh.*
PapatymisonN: *His red hair makes him look even paler than he should.*
PapatymisonN: *the shades work, the shorts work, the sandals work...*
Lintmancer: Yes!
PapatymisonN: *But wow. Pale skinny guy, comin' through...*
Lintmancer: It's just complicated, and not worth the effort to explan.
Lithaladhwen: I can respect that.
PapatymisonN: *he's got a cigarette in his mouth, and he grins like a madman...*
Deus Fio: (The shades. Why shades?)
PapatymisonN: *any of you know Jansen Cade?*
Lithaladhwen: (Nope!)
PapatymisonN: (Cuz shades are cool.)
Lithaladhwen: *boredly continues enjoying her cigar*
PapatymisonN: *that just means he needs to get out more.*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Nothing like the good Inustani ones...
Deus Fio: (Why is tinted translucent plastic available in some parts of this planet and three hundred years away or more in others?)
PapatymisonN: *scanning, scanning... locked on.*
PapatymisonN: (Let's just call it painted glass, uh?)
Lithaladhwen: (Spleen: Lenses used to be made of GLASS.)
PapatymisonN: (And expensive as hell.)
PapatymisonN: (Which is fine for Jansen, he's loaded.)
Lithaladhwen: (They've been around since the...seventeen hundreds, at least.)
Deus Fio: (Sunglasses? Really? Huh.)
PapatymisonN: *sits next to the hot chick with the short black hair...*
Lithaladhwen: (Well, pince-nez. Sunglasses were just tinted glass, which has always been available as stained glass.)
PapatymisonN: IM: I want her in one of my button up shirts, and stockings. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: (If you wanted to be ostentatious, you could do what Jansen is doing and wear the expensive Valthi glasses.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: *He stood up to his full height and stretched* So is there some type of marked 'safe beach' or do we just run down to the water and pray for the best?
Lintmancer: *spies two people smoking, and hmms*
Lithaladhwen: *blows smoke in Jansen's face* You want something?
Lintmancer: ....Question that's going to sound absolutely ludicrous here--is smoking bad for you, and if so, why?
Lithaladhwen: Smoking? Inhaling smoke is bad. It kills you in burning buildings.
Lithaladhwen: I just have been doing it too long to stop.
Deus Fio: (All right, I'll give you that. I do hate the technological inconsistency we have here, though.)
MischiefMink: *finishes her drink and sets the glass down* Well then, should we go for that swim or do you think we should order another round first?
PapatymisonN: Plus, we look cool.
PapatymisonN: *that cocky grin again.*
Lintmancer: Alright, thanks.
Lithaladhwen: No, you look like you could use a tan.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Well I suppose a pleasant warmth in my stomach is better than a burning pain as something chomps on my arm.
PapatymisonN: I'm in the best place to get it, aren't I?
Lintmancer: Not necessar--I mean, there's d--never mind.
Lithaladhwen: Actually the beach is the best place. At another time of day.
PapatymisonN: I spent too many summers in Doma wearing black.
Lithaladhwen: You should consider that instead of sidling up next to me.
PapatymisonN: Glad to get out here and... schmooze.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Sidler.
Deus Fio: Another Doman. Places like this are crawling with Igalan tourists this time of year.
PapatymisonN: I always sidle up to the hot chicks in the room.
Lintmancer: While a brilliant line, you lose points for saying it with multiple women in the room.
Lithaladhwen: Agreed.
MischiefMink: I told you, nothing's going to chew on your arm.
Lithaladhwen: Go bug the little blonde or something. *points to Kite*
PapatymisonN: Oh, come on. At least let me buy you a drink.
Lintmancer: It's true, usually they head for the core of the body first.
MischiefMink: C'mon, we'll do both; I'll get us more drinks and then we can take them with us down to the beach.
Lintmancer: Or the legs, because the legs usually thrash more
Lithaladhwen: I have a drink.
Lithaladhwen: *cigar back in the teeth*
PapatymisonN: I'll get you another.
PapatymisonN: *buttflick!*
Lithaladhwen: Get me some fucking space, all right? I'm not interested.
PapatymisonN: *... the cigarette butt....*
Deus Fio: Lad, listen to an old man. She doesn't want you. Haven't you ever heard of body language?
PapatymisonN: *shrugs, and moves away...*
Lithaladhwen: *shakes her head*
Lithaladhwen: IM: So fucking sick of guys right now.
PapatymisonN: (Yeah, we suck.)
PapatymisonN: *orders a big ol' Mari Tari*
Deus Fio: Besides, mature women like this one don't go in for lines. They make you look like a kid.
MischiefMink: *heads off without waiting for an answer and gets another round for both of them*
PapatymisonN: ... Are you still talking to me? e_e
Lintmancer: No, no, watch this.
Lintmancer: This is the part where he goes 'let me show you how it's done'
Lithaladhwen: *tosses an amused glance to the girl*
Lithaladhwen: *nods*
Deus Fio: You represent all the young men looking for women in the entire world.
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Sighs and begins to make his exit for the beach* Farewell, oh comfy building! I may never walk your wooden floors again, I might bleed on them though.
PapatymisonN: IM: The words "let me show you how it's done" have no power unless followed by two girls kissing.
PapatymisonN: >.>
PapatymisonN: I'll modify my question.
PapatymisonN: WHY are you still talking to me? e_e
MischiefMink: *comes back with a drink in each hand and joins him* Mercutio. Stop whining. It'll be fine, I promise.
Deus Fio: *to Thalamasa:* Me? No, no. The sea is all I need.
Lintmancer: Because he's on a roll, twi--
Lintmancer: WHOA.
Lintmancer: Whoa whoa whoa.
Deus Fio: That was a joke.
Lintmancer: Okay.
Lintmancer: Cause, you know, there are places, and...
PapatymisonN: *sucks on his Mari Tari*
Deus Fio: *mumble* Sea is all I need. Blood of the gods, what crap.
Lintmancer: Blood of the gods is generally a good way to get an intrepid crew of adventurers to try to kill you, honestly.
Deus Fio: It's an expression.
Lithaladhwen: Wow. Okay. Cultural universal. Men everywhere attempt to unnecessarily outdick one another over totally irrelevant things at the slightest opportunity.
Lintmancer: ....yeah, pretty much.
Lithaladhwen: *takes a drink* Great.
PapatymisonN: ... it IS fun...
Lithaladhwen: Well, why don't you two go get a room and compare, then?
Lithaladhwen: Save us the irritation.
PapatymisonN: IM: Less competition.
Deus Fio: Once again, I'm not trying to hit on anyone.
Lithaladhwen: No, but you're defending the local females from predation by threatening males.
Lintmancer: Then you're very bad at appearing to be pretending to be.
PapatymisonN: Uh huh.
PapatymisonN: I hate cockblockers.
Lithaladhwen: Listen, friend. Just because you have one... doesn't mean you have to be one.
Lintmancer: Honestly, I'm pretty sure you were headed for a brick wall to begin with.
Lithaladhwen: I don't need another guy to "block" you.
Deus Fio: *Raymond chuckles to himself and sips his wine.*
PapatymisonN: Yeah. I was doomed from the start, pal.
PapatymisonN: Leave it alone.
Deus Fio: IM: I remember when I was like that young man. Between marriages two and three.
Lintmancer: Or what?
MischiefMink: *heads down to the beach, humming a little and just enjoying the evening*
Lintmancer: You'll pepper us with terrible lines?
Lithaladhwen: *smirks*
PapatymisonN: I could shoot you.
PapatymisonN: But I'm on vacation, so...
Lintmancer: With what.
PapatymisonN: ... *rolls eyes, and produces a handgun from his shorts* With this.
PapatymisonN: *points it at no one, and puts it back immediately*
PapatymisonN: But, again, on vacation.
Lithaladhwen: I'm glad you carry a metal penis in case your real one doesn't impress.
Lithaladhwen: Seems to be your position right now.
Deus Fio: IM: That'll make him popular.
Lintmancer: ...Hm. Looks like it fires pretty slow bullets. More likely to kill regardless of where you shoot, and less likely to give any lasting and painful injuries.
PapatymisonN: *shrug* Both are good.
Lintmancer: In fact, I'd assume it uses round pellets, and--
Lintmancer: OH.
Lithaladhwen: *looks him up at down*
Lithaladhwen: *and
Lithaladhwen: ......no. Not my type.
Lintmancer: Okay, now I think I've got it all figured out.
PapatymisonN: Hey. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
PapatymisonN: Better to be a reject than a chickenshit, right?
Lintmancer: Not particularly.
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Mercutio follows Kite, looking at the local life* You know it's almost uh...what's the word for it.
Lintmancer: I take the latter path very, very often, and it seems to work.
PapatymisonN: Works for me. Chickenshit. *grin*
Lithaladhwen: If she's a chickenshit, you're a hopeless asshole who needs to penetrate strangers with bullets because he can't penetrate girls with anything else.
Lithaladhwen: Please go somewhere else.
Lithaladhwen: I've had my fill of your type.
PapatymisonN: I like it here. I'm staying.
PapatymisonN: BUT.
PapatymisonN: I'll work on the asshole part.
PapatymisonN: Therapist says it's unhealthy.
Lintmancer: Therap---
Lintmancer: But those we--
Lithaladhwen: *sighs*
Lintmancer: Goddamnit, did you people choose societal and technological advances out of a fucking HAT?
Lintmancer: --er
Lintmancer: I mean
Lintmancer: That is.
PapatymisonN: ... *chuckles*
Lithaladhwen: *grinds out her cigar*
PapatymisonN: You are just a laugh RIOT.
Deus Fio: (Great line, Banj.)
Lithaladhwen: *to the witty young lady* Y'know. Much as I hate to give up a chance to chat with the only tolerable person here, there's just too much "dumb guy" in the air here tonight.
Deus Fio: (I'd have thought Thalamasa would have seen worse by now. Could probably put together a couple theories about the way the appearance of magic slows the development of technology, too.)
Lithaladhwen: See you another time.
PapatymisonN: Oh, c'mon...
PapatymisonN: I can read from the works of Slegub?
Lintmancer: (The trick is were she really to put lal her knowledge together she would be nigh-unstoppable.)
PapatymisonN: Lefuwed?
Deus Fio: Another wine, please, sir.
Lintmancer: Dew Fuel? Bugles?
Lithaladhwen: *raises her middle finger at Jansen* You read this?
PapatymisonN: Do complex computation in my head?
Lintmancer: Are you talking about philosophers or snack food, here.
PapatymisonN: (... SHUT UP! We don't have those and I'm reading those product names from the discarded items on my desk!)
Lintmancer: I mean.
PapatymisonN: ... what's a Dew Fuel? o.o
Lintmancer: I assume those have been /invented/, and--
Lintmancer: I hate you people.
Lithaladhwen: *tips her drink back and finishes it*
MischiefMink: (aw, man, Kite and Mercutio are missing a stellar opportunity to try and sell stuff. XD)
MischiefMink: (Oh well.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: *He thought* Romantic! That's it, this place is kind of romantic.
Lintmancer: All of you. I can tell from HERE.
blender_bunny@mac.com: (They are on vacation =p)
Lithaladhwen: Okay. Well you enjoy that.
MischiefMink: (This is also true)
PapatymisonN: ... I also have investment options...
PapatymisonN: Came here to buy assloads of beachfront!
Lithaladhwen: *leaves her dead cigar behind and heads out*
Deus Fio: Who's "you people"?
Lintmancer: That's it. I'm in a stupid freakin--GAH.
MischiefMink: Hm... well it's meant to be. A lot of people come here from the mainland, so all the stores are setup to attract tourists.
Lintmancer: I hate when they don't choose things in a rational order.
MischiefMink: *smiles* But it does have its own charm too, once you get away from all that.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Must have been nice growing up here, quite a market as well.
PapatymisonN: *looks at this freaky person*
PapatymisonN: ... you're proud of yourself, right?
MischiefMink: Heheh. Where do you think I got started? Tristes' big attraction is the whirlpool in the center of the islands... brings up all kinds of stuff.
MischiefMink: Most of it is just junk, but some of it really is magical or from some lost technology of Marispola.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Makes me wonder why you ever left, it's like a gold mine here.
Lintmancer: -And I'm treated like I'm insane. Well. /That/ says some interesting things to, and only makes things even more bizarre.
blender_bunny@mac.com: And you can sleep outside!
Lintmancer: IM: Kay, so there isn't heavy offworld intervention in this world, they've just chosen what to develop and what not to at absofuckinglutely random.
PapatymisonN: ... no, seriously, what's dewfuel? Is it a fuel you can derive from... dewdrops, or something?
blender_bunny@mac.com: IM- Except for the ocean, that thing will kill you given a chance.
MischiefMink: Ha! Yes, you can. But... it's always nice to get away for awhile and try something different.
Lintmancer: It's--
Lintmancer: it's a drink made from sugared water.
Lintmancer: There.
PapatymisonN: ... is it any good?
Lintmancer: No. Now.
PapatymisonN: (No. They're taking it off the market. *sad*)
Lintmancer: (They sell it up here still because it has caffeine.)
Lintmancer: (And they want to sell a caffeinated pop up here, and they call it an energy drink)
Lintmancer: (Wait, you're Canadian too.)
PapatymisonN: (Yeah...)
Lintmancer: (What do you mean they're taking it off the market?)
PapatymisonN: (As in, once they're done selling what's on shelves, that's it.)
PapatymisonN: (I asked.)
PapatymisonN: (So, grab a bottle and store it away somewhere.)
PapatymisonN: (It'll be worth something someday.)
Lintmancer: (I never heard anything about that. o_o And I work at one. But I digressed.)
Lintmancer: And you think I'm crazy, which only means this whole thing makes even less sense, and you're not even going to understand why. Brilliant.
PapatymisonN: No, you're just... what? An offworlder?
PapatymisonN: One word:
PapatymisonN: YAWN.
PapatymisonN: You're getting common.
Lintmancer: Is that so.
Lintmancer: I am really. really. Tired. Of dimensional hubs.
PapatymisonN: Eh. Welcome to Gaera, land of the freaky.
Deus Fio: Offworlder who's been around, then.
Lintmancer: ...you could say that.
Deus Fio: How do you get from world to world?
Lintmancer: ....
MischiefMink: Anyway, I know a spot a little ways from here... should be away from most of the tourists.
Lintmancer: You know, those people at the beach have been gone for a while.
Lintmancer: You think they're alright?
blender_bunny@mac.com: So are you going... meet people while we're here? I can only imagine you didn't hatch from a coconut. *He looked out at the waters*
Deus Fio: >_>
Deus Fio: *knows when a question is being deflected*
Lithaladhwen has left the room.
Lintmancer: *can deflect questions like lesser mortals breathe*
Lithaladhwen has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (What did I miss?)
PapatymisonN: Lintmancer: *can deflect questions like lesser mortals breathe*
Deus Fio: (A swarm of robot bees.)
PapatymisonN: (Thassit.)
Lithaladhwen: ('kay.)
MischiefMink: *blinks* Hm, you know... we should stop in at some of my relatives' and say hellow.
blender_bunny@mac.com: (Mercutio evolved into Raichu)
MischiefMink: *hello
MischiefMink: (XD)
Deus Fio: (ROCS FALL, EVERYBODY GETS EATEN.)
Lithaladhwen: (Rocs are big birds, I think.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: Aha! You were produced by parents, I knew it!
Deus Fio: (...yeah.)
Deus Fio: (I know.)
MischiefMink: Yes, yes, you called it all right.
Lintmancer: (Thus 'everyone gets eaten')
Deus Fio: (The actual quote is "Rocks fall, everybody dies.")
blender_bunny@mac.com: *He ruffled her hair* I sure did.
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...It's growing in quite well.
PapatymisonN: *sucks down the last of his Mari Tari*
Deus Fio: (I corrected my accidental misspelling of "rock" as "roc", and then decided to make it correct by changing the rest of the sentence.)
CGNakibe: (*Spleen is faced by a gazebo*)
Lithaladhwen: (Does it see him?)
CGNakibe: (No, its a gazebo. >.>)
Deus Fio: (FIVE-HANDED SWORD STYLE!)
Deus Fio: (Count 'em, bitches.)
MischiefMink: Actually I've got a lot of family around here... My parents are in Beau now, but my sister should still be around, and my grandparents, and some uncles and aunts...
MischiefMink: *frowns at the hair remark* ...yes. Yes it is.
PapatymisonN: ... *idea*
PapatymisonN: Hey. Offworlder.
Lintmancer: So, I guess nobody knows. Not disconcerting at all, your complete disregard for other's safety. Yes. So, many, many offworlders. Lovely.
PapatymisonN: Any of the worlds you go to got the concept of land ownership?
Lintmancer: ....I--how about if you say 'any of the worlds I've been to have "blank"', you assume 'yes'.
blender_bunny@mac.com: So what is your family like? Beyond human and living on an island?
PapatymisonN: Kay.
PapatymisonN: Ever want to take me with you sometime so I could make assloads of money?
Lintmancer: I...that's not especially an option.
PapatymisonN: ... or jewels, or gold, or whatever the hell other worlds use for currency?
MischiefMink: *laughs* Well... you'd have to meet them to understand, I think. Some of them are... a little... eccentric, I guess is the best way to put it.
PapatymisonN: ... wait, why not?
blender_bunny@mac.com: Eccentric?
PapatymisonN: I have jewels, and gold, and whatever the hell YOU use for currency...
Lintmancer: ---Believe me, it's not a matter of payment.--
Lintmancer: Anyway, so you say there's a ton of offworlders here. Alright, that makes things make some sense.
blender_bunny@mac.com: I'm sure they are no where near as eccentric as you claim.
Lithaladhwen: (Stop tempting me to play Shakti.)
MischiefMink: You'd be surprised...
PapatymisonN: (No.)
MischiefMink: Anyway, we'll have enough time to meet them later. That beach should be just around here... ah!
Deus Fio: I don't meet many.
PapatymisonN: ... no no, back to the "not taking me with you" thing...
PapatymisonN: Just explain it.
Deus Fio: (I dunno if Jex Anres is still considered canon. I got yelled at for the level of technology he had. Plus he hasn't been used since the occupation plot itself.)
Lintmancer: I don't need to, I wouldn't on account of you are the dumb.
Deus Fio: "The" dumb? I wasn't informed it had been made a noun.
PapatymisonN: I know. Sounds like an adjective to me...
Deus Fio: *w* Not that I can't see where you're coming from, of course. If there's a dumb, he's it.
PapatymisonN: ... and I'm not an idiot.
PapatymisonN: You don't make... *thinks*
PapatymisonN: 1,576,000 gil in real estate this year alone with a diminished brain.
Lintmancer: Yeah, you do.
Deus Fio: Real estate is a luck game.
Lintmancer: You don't talk about how rich you are in a tourist trap area with an undiminished brain.
PapatymisonN: Bull.
PapatymisonN: Shit.
PapatymisonN: Real estate is about RISK, dammit.
Deus Fio: All you need for real estate is unrelenting stubbornness and luck.
PapatymisonN: ... those I have a lot of.
PapatymisonN: But brains? They help.
PapatymisonN: A LOT.
Lintmancer: Regardless, the point here is that wealth accumulation does not take a significant deal of effort.
KnightsofSquare: (It's a piece of cake to buy land by a lake)
PapatymisonN: ... why is it company always makes it easier to be an asshole? e_e
PapatymisonN: *goes off to spark up in some other side of the bar*
Deus Fio: How would you be one by yourself?'
Lithaladhwen: (He'd find a way.)
PapatymisonN: (He ALWAYS finds a way.)
Lintmancer: It takes a little effort, but.
PapatymisonN: IM: Motherfucking assholes... diminishing MY business savvy?
PapatymisonN: IM: Bastards. e_e
PapatymisonN: *orders another Mari Tari*
blender_bunny@mac.com: (Anyone prefer the Kite and Mercutio stuff be moved to private IM?)
Lithaladhwen: (I want it in here so I can watch!)
Deus Fio: (Doesn't matter to me.)
Lithaladhwen: (I'm actively lurking, I swear!)
Lintmancer: So, offworlders keep showing up.
Lintmancer: Is there any particular difficulty getting out, in general?
Deus Fio: I wouldn't know.
Deus Fio: I've never tried.
MischiefMink: *Kite spots the beach she's looking for, a nice little grove tucked in among some rocks and plants and things. Very quiet; no tourists in sight!*
Lintmancer: Go, then! There are other worlds than th--
Lintmancer: ..anyway
Deus Fio: >_>
Deus Fio: I've never heard of any native Gaeran leaving Gaera for another world completely on purpose.
Deus Fio: If I could? In a heartbeat.
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Mercutio follows Kite still a little wary about being on a beach or doing anything really ocean related. Perhaps he was to cautious about water*
Lintmancer: Actually, to be honest, a surprising number of them are full of nigh-instantaneous death.
Deus Fio: Doesn't surprise me.
Deus Fio: You can get into a heap of trouble in a country you're not familiar with.
Deus Fio: I don't even want to think about what a foreign world could do.
Lintmancer: Or, say, everything can be on fire.
Lintmancer: That happens sometimes.
Deus Fio: >_> I'm no chemist, but I'm pretty sure that if everything's on fire, eventually the fire runs out of fuel and everything stops being on fire.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Booze time is now. *He grabs for his drink from Kite*
Deus Fio: Because all the flammables are gone.
MischiefMink: *She hands him the drink* Hm...
Lintmancer: You'd thinkthat, but then you'd be wrong.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Hmm?
MischiefMink: We need a blanket.
Deus Fio: I think, all things considered, I'd like to stay on Gaera in the seas I know.
blender_bunny@mac.com: *He handed her his drink back* I can handle this, I do believe.
Deus Fio: But what an adventure that would be, me and the lads too far away from home to measure...not even sure if it's water we're sailing in...navigating by sheer blind luck because there are two suns and the compasses are failing...
MischiefMink: Of course, I did snatch a few towels from the hotel... *rummaging in her pockets for a moment, she pulls out several nicely-sized fluffy towels, and spreads one out on the sand*
blender_bunny@mac.com: Or you can handle this.
Lithaladhwen: (Oh, she's a hoopier frood than I'd assumed.)
MischiefMink: *sitting down on it, she kicks off her sandals and then begins removing her various other small items and accessories*
CGNakibe has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: (She knew right where those were.)
MischiefMink: (Kite has crazy Bag of Holding pockets to carry all the stuff she randomly picks up.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: (Kite is the hoopiest of Foods)
MischiefMink: (heheh)
Lintmancer: The trick is generally you want to assess the danger value, and go for the second least dangerous thing.
MischiefMink: (Rule #63 Kite is not to be eaten.)
Deus Fio: (Make sure you've got one to wrap around your head in case the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal shows up.)
Deus Fio: Third least; I'm a thrill-seeker.
blender_bunny@mac.com: (Rule #64 Mercutio may and can not offer Kite as a virgin sacrifice either.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: (Rule #65 Mercutio does not count as a virgin sacrifice either)
Lintmancer: And you didn't ask why not the least dangerous thing--Now /you/ know what you're doing.
blender_bunny@mac.com: *He seats himself on the purloined towel* I can understand why people would risk an ocean to live here, though why they brought along a collection of cats with them is beyond me.
Deus Fio: Least dangerous thing is always to stay home.
Deus Fio: You're not living, if that's your path.
Lithaladhwen: (It's a dangerous thing, Frodo, stepping out your front door....)
MischiefMink: The cats? Didn't I mention those? These islands are home to several tribes of Bastets. They let a lot of pet cats wander around here too. They're not exactly sacred, but nobody's going to hurt them either.
Lintmancer: ...
Lintmancer: No, the least dangerous thing is always a trap.
Deus Fio: You've got it wrong.
Deus Fio: Trap's either the third or fourth least dangerous thing, depending on the mind of the person setting it.
Lintmancer: On the contrary, it's the thing that looks moderately dangerous you want.
Deus Fio: If the trap is the least dangerous thing, you're already stuck in it, by definition.
Lintmancer: What?
Deus Fio: If the trap is the least dangerous choice, you're already trapped.
Deus Fio: Because by then you've lost the option of going home and crawling under your bed.
Lintmancer: Y'can't go home again.
Deus Fio: That's a myth. You can always go home again. You just shouldn't.
Lithaladhwen: (Once you move out, you're always "going" home, and never "coming home.")
blender_bunny@mac.com: Huh, Bastets. Big cats with little cats.
Lintmancer: I dunno 'bout that. But home isn't necessarily the safest option either.
Deus Fio: If it isn't, then you're fucked on a basic level.
MischiefMink: Pretty much. *pets a stray kitten that wanders nearby*
Lintmancer: I dunno. You can randomly wander around and try to get into the least harmful predicaments you can repeatedly.
Deus Fio: Is that what you do?
Lintmancer: Yeah, pretty much.
Deus Fio: Does it work?
Lintmancer: I wouldn't know.
Deus Fio: How's that?
Lintmancer: How would I know the difference?
blender_bunny@mac.com: Well at least they aren't dogs.
Deus Fio: True.
MischiefMink: You don't like dogs?
Deus Fio: The theory is that there's a world for every possible variable, right?
blender_bunny@mac.com: I don't like a lot of things.
Lintmancer: Theory?
MischiefMink: Like the ocean?
Deus Fio: It's theory by my understanding, you can probably confirm it.
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...Yes.
Lintmancer: I'd assume so.
Deus Fio: And at the very least you can't tell me you've been to every universe.
Lintmancer: How would I know otherwise?
Deus Fio: So there's no way you can see if what you're doing is working? Find a version of yourself that decided to stop wandering and see how she's faring?
Lintmancer: Oh, there's only one.
Lintmancer: I happen to exist as a result of a very specific variable.
Lintmancer: But, once again, complicated and boring.
blender_bunny@mac.com: I'm not particularly fond of anything that has ever been sic'd on me by it's owners.
Deus Fio: So you're not like the rest of us, is what you're saying.
Lintmancer: Yeah.
MischiefMink: Fair enough. I'm not a fan of dogs either, but then, I did grow up on an island of cats.
Deus Fio: So you're a marked woman to begin with. There's no way you could have a normal life.
Lintmancer: I actually do alright most of the time.
Lintmancer: A great deal of my life is very boring and suburban.
Deus Fio: Interesting.
Deus Fio: *He finishes his drink, and stands up.*
Deus Fio: *offers Thalamasa his hand* It's been very interesting having this discussion with you, miss...?
Lintmancer: Thalamasa. Thalamasa D'vire. *shakes it*
blender_bunny@mac.com: I suppose you sold a lot of catnip.
Deus Fio: My ship's in port for the next two days. If you decide to escape from boring and suburban for a bit, I'm sure you've learned a thing or two in your time that could give me and the boys a leg up if you'd care to join us.
Lintmancer: I don't sail, generally. I tend to lose my sea legs after, er, transporting between worlds.
Deus Fio: I see.
Deus Fio: Enjoy your stay here, then.
Deus Fio: *He pays and leaves.*
Lintmancer: *And she goes back to leaning on the wall*
Deus Fio has left the room.
MischiefMink: ...yeah, I guess. My uncle...heh. Well. Anyway, I'm going to go for that swim, before it gets too dark.
blender_bunny@mac.com: You know lots of cats and then cat people. Anyways short comes to short I got some in my pockets if you want to add it to the collection.
MischiefMink: Heh. Maybe. *stands, shucks off the loose shirt she'd been wearing and heads for the water*
MischiefMink: (No, Kite is not naked. >_>)
MischiefMink: (she's got like a tank-top thing on. Just, y'know, before people get too excited.)
Lithaladhwen: (Oh, I'm still excited and you can't stop me.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: H...hey! Your clothes are uh... not on! *Mercutio has almost never seen Kite this undressed before*
PapatymisonN: (*in a constant state of "excitement"*
MischiefMink: Well...yeah. It's swimming.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Yeah well... I'd have to take off my clothes!?
MischiefMink: Not all of them.
MischiefMink: ...and technically you wouldn't have to, but it's generally not very comfortable to go swimming in an overcoat.
blender_bunny@mac.com: I meant my hat!
MischiefMink: Oh. Well... you can keep it on if you want, but I can't guarantee it wouldn't get washed away and then who knows where it'd end up?
blender_bunny@mac.com: *He began to remove his excess clothing and eventually even his own prized hat.* I feel so naked...
MischiefMink: *laughs and starts wading in, casting an eye out for cool shells and pebbles as she does so*
Lithaladhwen: (Smoke while you are doing so.)
Lithaladhwen: (Kite: *wraps herself around that rack of DVDs*)
MischiefMink: (What?)
blender_bunny@mac.com: *He puts his foot in the water* I'm swimming, yay!
MischiefMink: *looks back at him, bemused* ...no, you need to actually be all the way in, first.
MischiefMink: At least waist deep.
Lithaladhwen: (I have an idea. The real question is... am I awake enough to do it.)
MischiefMink: (what is your idea.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yadali.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: I... Fine! *He closes his eyes and begins to wade further in*
blender_bunny@mac.com: IM: OHGODOHGODOHGOD
Lithaladhwen: *Kite, being familiar with the local fauna, notices a small red fox curled up in a secluded part of the shore, watching with great patience and restraint the stray cats everywhere.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Mercutio waded in up to his belly button* LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT THIS! SWIMMING!
MischiefMink: *blinks, distracted from watching Mercutio's sloooow inching into the water* A fox? Now that's unusual...
MischiefMink: *looks over at him* Ah, very good. And see! Nothing's come to eat you!
blender_bunny@mac.com: I...I...Your right!
blender_bunny@mac.com: (you're*)
Lithaladhwen: *Another fox trots out of the undergrowth and past the first, down to the water.*
Lithaladhwen: *This one's smaller and a little slimmer. It's a vixen!*
MischiefMink: *grins and makes her way out a bit deeper, then treads water* See? Told you, didn't I?
MischiefMink: IM: Two foxes? Where are they coming from? It's pretty unusual to see them around here...
Lithaladhwen: *The vixen puts a paw into the water and the other stands to watch her.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: *He covers his eyes* Have you no dignity, oh wild beast of the island?
Lithaladhwen: *The vixen looks over her shoulder briefly and whines at the other. He sits back again and watches her as she takes a few steps into the water.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: You want me to join you, don't you?
Lithaladhwen: *The vixen heads out, begins swimming, dives under the water, and disappears.*
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MischiefMink: IM: Swimming foxes. Now this is interesting.
Lithaladhwen: *Where the vixen was, a grey-haired elf pushes her head above water. Her hair's wet, so it's slicked back and covers nearly all of those pointy little ears. She dives back under again after taking a brief breath.*
Lithaladhwen: <Yadali>
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Mercutio sighs and begins to inch a little further out into the ocean* I'll have you know I really should have been drunker before attempting this.
MischiefMink: Well if you'd been drunker, you might've drowned or something. Which is exactly what we're trying to avoid, right.
Lithaladhwen: *The elf re-emerges, and shakes her head so violently that water flies off of her hair. She says something in another languages and dips back under again.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: Well at least I would have drowned with out feeling something was going raise from the....WHAT WAS THAT!!?
MischiefMink: ...I believe it's an elf.
blender_bunny@mac.com: ..Of the flesh eating variety?
MischiefMink: No.
Lithaladhwen: (....actually....)
MischiefMink: ...probably.
blender_bunny@mac.com: You don't know? I thought you lived here!
Lithaladhwen: *She re-emerges and looks over toward the others as if finally noticing them.*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Oh, huh. People. ......oh well.
MischiefMink: Well it's been a few years, you know? I've never met any elves that ate people...
blender_bunny@mac.com: Were there elves on the island last time you were here?
Lithaladhwen: *She lifts a hand in a wave.*
MischiefMink: There's always some... tourists... and... hello. *noticing the wave, she waves back*
blender_bunny@mac.com: Tourists, right tourists...not monsters.. *Mercutio takes deep breaths*
Lithaladhwen: *The elf reaches up to push hair out of her eyes and ...wait, is she naked? I mean, all that's visible are her shoulders and arms, but they show no signs of bearing clothing of any kind.*
blender_bunny@mac.com: Uh, hello there.
Lithaladhwen: *She tilts her head like a cat before diving down and swimming closer.*
Lithaladhwen: Hey.
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Mercutio looks over to Kite hoping for some kind of assistance* It's uh nice to meet such a... you're naked?
Lithaladhwen: Hm? *looks down through the water at herself* Sure. Aren't you?
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...No...
Lithaladhwen: ....why not? You'll just take longer to dry.
MischiefMink: *Kite swims over* You might wanna go a little easy on him, this whole 'swimming' bit is a little new for him.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Well I was swimming with my compatriot here and...
blender_bunny@mac.com: We don't do the entire naked thing with each other.
Lithaladhwen: *facepalm* City people. For crying out loud. Sorry. My name's Yadali Volpecula, at your service figuratively if not literally. Up on shore is my nephew Alex.
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...It's a fox.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, so? He's also a knight. Anyway. I was just taking a bath, but the water was nice so I thought I'd fool around a litle while I was here and then I saw you guys and you looked kind of interesting.
MischiefMink: *laughs* I don't know how interesting we are... but you've certainly made the evening more interesting.
blender_bunny@mac.com: IM: Naked O_______O
MischiefMink: I'm Kite, and the hydrophobic one here is my friend, Mercutio.
Lithaladhwen: Hey Kite. And hi, Mercutio.
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Mercutio splashed Kite* Greetings.
MischiefMink: He's convinced huge ocean monsters are going to rise up out of the deeps and swallow him.
MischiefMink: *is splashed* Hey! *splashes rather more water back, as she's had practice at this sort of thing*
Lithaladhwen: Oh, not here. There's apparently a family of kraken that vacation here, at least according to the fish. But fish aren't very smart. From what I could gather, they aren't here this time of year.
Lithaladhwen: *watches them*
Lithaladhwen: IM: City people are weird. They act like they're mates but they're so shy about... well, themselves. Huh.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Go figure. Cities mess your head all up.
MischiefMink: *blinks* Kraken? Really? That's odd, I never saw any kraken here, and I used to spend entire weeks on the beach...
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...Kraken being... delightfully small, fuzzy, and affectionate?
Lithaladhwen: Kraken are big and uncommunicative. I think they avoid the shore because adventurers always strike out in boats to try and kill them.
Lithaladhwen: Kind of precludes a peaceful season with the family.
MischiefMink: Hm... yeah, that makes sense.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway, no self-respecting kraken would come all the way up here to eat one humanoid. Especially with the young ones. I mean, for a baby kraken Mercutio could be a real choking hazard.
MischiefMink: *stifles a laugh* Well, that's what I tried to explain... the most you'll usually get around here is a few rays, maybe some jellyfish, and one or two smaller sharks, but...
Lithaladhwen: Sharks can be mean, but hammerheads tend to be pretty reasonable sorts. If they're sure you're in their territory by accident, they don't usually freak out.
Lithaladhwen: What kind do you have here? I haven't seen them.
MischiefMink: Maybe a few young scallop-heads... honestly I've hardly ever seen any this close to shore. Too many people in the water, I guess.
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...SWIMMING WAS NICE, YES NICE SWIMMING. *Mercutio begins to make his way back for the shore*
Lithaladhwen: That's fair. Hey! You leaving already?
MischiefMink: Hm, I think the comment about sharks was probably too much for him...
blender_bunny@mac.com: I'll be on the beach...admiring the view.
Lithaladhwen: Maybe. Maybe we can get him to come back.
Lithaladhwen: *Speaking of the view, Yadali starts following him to shore and as she gets into shallower water, it becomes clear that, uh, yeah. Naked elf girl.*
Lithaladhwen: Seriously, man. It's cool. We can handle the water. We've got your back.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Paranoid like Chandler. Are they all like this? I'll never understand urban types.
MischiefMink: Awww... c'mon, Mercutio, come back... *sighs and starts swimming in as well*
MischiefMink: (Where is my font?! D:)
blender_bunny@mac.com: I was in water, I was in it! Just! Just, I have had enough of water and the monsters it hides for one lifetime, maybe two...maybe if I'm lucky three!
MischiefMink: There aren't any monsters, Merc...
Lithaladhwen: Seriously. If anything messes with you, I'll eat it. Fair? *makes chomping motions with her hands*
MischiefMink: Yeah. C'mon, the water can't be half as scary as those attack porcupines they had at that one temple, remember?
blender_bunny@mac.com: *He stares at the elf woman a little more than what would be considered subtle*...yeah those were pretty bad.
Lithaladhwen: Attack porcupines? What do you have to do to a porcupine to make it that hostile? They're not usually so.... I don't know. Mean. *scowls* What temple was this?
Lithaladhwen: *When Yadali gets to shore she bends over at the waist and shakes like a dog to get the water off her skin and out of her hair.*
Lithaladhwen: *Totally naked. And yes, the carpet matches the drapes.*
MischiefMink: *Kite shrugs* You know honestly I don't remember. Someplace in Doma, probably. They have all kinds of temples there. ...and they may not have been entirely porcupines either...
blender_bunny@mac.com: They were snarling quite a bit, can porcupines snarl?
Lithaladhwen: Most mammals can if they need to. Ever heard a rabbit snarl?
MischiefMink: ...no...
Lithaladhwen: It's just kind of a wet breathy noise. Kind of unsettling. I try not to make them that angry.
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...Are you going put on clothes?
Lithaladhwen: What? *looks at Kite* Are you talking to me?
Lithaladhwen: IM: Does he mean her?
Lithaladhwen: IM: I mean, they're the ones with the shy thing.
Lithaladhwen: IM: He can't mean me. He doesn't even know me.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Why would me being naked weird him out?
MischiefMink: I think he's talking to you. *swims closer, into wading-depth water* I have clothes on.
blender_bunny@mac.com: I have an overcoat and everything.
MischiefMink: Yeah, Merc's totally prepared in case some freak blizzard hits us overnight...
Lithaladhwen: Well, sure you do. But you need them or something. Why should I wear clothes? It's warm enough out, and I'm all wet anyway.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Well....uh
blender_bunny@mac.com: Where I come from we tend to wear clothes because it's to cold for us otherwise but um...
Lithaladhwen: ....Well, if I put on clothes, they'll just get wet and stick to me. I like to air-dry anyway.
Lithaladhwen: So how're you guys? Kite, you said you're from here? Maybe I can ask you to show me around at some point. I'm a diplomat or something, and I'm trying to get to know some new places.
Lithaladhwen: And Mercutio.... you're her mate or something, though gods know why you urban people have this thing about clothes.
Lithaladhwen: Especially with people you're already comfortable with.
Lithaladhwen: I mean, you know each other.
Lithaladhwen: Why be so shy?
blender_bunny@mac.com: I..what? We've never been fu-....been intimate. You see uh, we're business partners.
MischiefMink: Well...it's just...yes. We're very good friends. But... just friends.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Yes...friends just uh...
Lithaladhwen: ....*head tilt* Are you sure?
Lithaladhwen: *still naked*
blender_bunny@mac.com: Yes.
Lithaladhwen: Well, look.
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...I think.
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Thoroughly confused*
Lithaladhwen: I don't have my clothes with me. I left them at home because I was a fox today. Alex and I were investigating the beaches, and I didn't want to bother with them. So I came out here, and I find two people of mating age.
Lithaladhwen: In the water.
Lithaladhwen: Alone.
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Lithaladhwen: *fingerquote* "Swimming."
Lithaladhwen: So I have to ask.
Lithaladhwen: Are you on a date or something?
MischiefMink: Ah, well... actually we're on vacation.
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...Buwh..
MischiefMink: Not dating, but... I dunno. We're business partners. Merc was afraid of the ocean, so I was trying to convince him that swimming was fun.
blender_bunny@mac.com: *He looks at Kite* Yeah ...not mating.
Lithaladhwen: That's weird. I assumed you were and I was gonna be discreet, but then you guys didn't seem like you were actually in the process of mating. So I thought it wouldn't be so bad to say hi.
Lithaladhwen: Y'know it's okay if you are.
Lithaladhwen: You don't have to lie. I don't care.
blender_bunny@mac.com: We aren't.
MischiefMink: Right. We're not.
blender_bunny@mac.com: The most skin I've ever seen on her is when I shaved her hair off.
Lithaladhwen: *raises her hands in classic-defensive posture* Fine. Okay. You're totally not. You are mate-free, at least as far as one another are concerned.
MischiefMink: *scowls at the mention of the Shaving Incident*
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Is pleasantly amused at mention of it*
Lithaladhwen: You people are weird.
MischiefMink: You think we're weird, you should meet my family.
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...Which we were going to go do.
Lithaladhwen: *smirks*
Lithaladhwen: Be sure to tell them you aren't....involved.
MischiefMink: Yeah, tomorrow sometime.
Lithaladhwen: Because it seems like you are, and now he's meeting your family.
blender_bunny@mac.com: You know there is more to do than mating these days.
MischiefMink: ...they'll understand, I'm sure.
blender_bunny@mac.com: IM- I hope
Lithaladhwen: I know there is. I don't just mate with any old thing, you know.
Lithaladhwen: I have to mate for life because I can get pregnant like falling off a log. There's a prophecy.
Lithaladhwen: So I keep an eye on these things, and haven't picked anyone yet.
Lithaladhwen: *nodnod*
blender_bunny@mac.com: Nudity tends to suggest an opposite.
Lithaladhwen: What's wrong with nudity? *points to her fox* Alex is naked. You don't tell HIM to wear pants, do you?
MischiefMink: ...he does have fur...
Lithaladhwen: So do I. Just not much.
Lithaladhwen: *grins*
MischiefMink: ...yeah... I guess... *is failing to make conversation; almost a first for her*
blender_bunny@mac.com: Where I come it just isn't practical.
blender_bunny@mac.com: (come from*)
MischiefMink: (the typing skills fail... it's late.)
MischiefMink: (we should probably wrap soon.)
MischiefMink: (but first... Summer Kite, Kite with Hat, and The Propaganda Pulpit)
Lithaladhwen: (We should.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: *Mercutio looks back at Kite* Look as much as I enjoy staring at you, and I truly do. We have other things we must attend to that don't involve nudity.
Lithaladhwen: Sure! It was cool to meet you. I hope you have a good time meeting the parents of the lady you aren't in the least interested in dating.
MischiefMink: (quietly) it's not really my parents... just my sister...maybe my uncle...
Lithaladhwen: *stage whisper* Alex isn't technically my nephew. I was just adopted by his great-something grandparents when I was a baby.
Lithaladhwen: Families are what you make 'em. *nod*
blender_bunny@mac.com: It's not that I...WHY AM I TALKING TO YOU ABOUT THIS? *He through his arms up in frustration*
Lithaladhwen: >_> You're really edgy, aren't you?
Lithaladhwen: Are you okay?
blender_bunny@mac.com: Your really clueless aren't you?
Lithaladhwen: I try to do things honestly. City people.... they learn all this intrigue and deception and stuff. I don't know why people can't just be what they are and do what they want.
Lithaladhwen: So many city people just.... don't act on things that come naturally. It's weird.
blender_bunny@mac.com: It keeps us busy. We like being busy.
Lithaladhwen: That seems true enough.
MischiefMink: IM: Intrigue and deception... yeah, that's us.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway. Take care. Have fun and ...I dunno. Do what you do.
blender_bunny@mac.com: Some of us are just destined to work towards it. *He smiled* And some of us just flourish in it.
Lithaladhwen: You seem like nice folk. Have a good night.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Man. Sooooo oblivious.
blender_bunny@mac.com: IM: ...Did I just discuss mating with a naked elf woman?
Lithaladhwen: (Yadali can make you do funny things that don't occur to you as strange until later.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: IM: ...Am I dreaming? Usually this dream involves more honey!
Lithaladhwen: (*cracks up*)
Lithaladhwen: So..... have a good one. *gives a sweeping bow made strange by her nudity and heads off up the beach toward her nephew*
MischiefMink: G'night. *waves as Yadali leaves*
Lithaladhwen: </Yadali>
blender_bunny@mac.com: ...Bye. *He waves before going to collect his hat*
MischiefMink: *sighs and grabs a towel, beginning to dry off her hair* Well, that was... interesting...
blender_bunny@mac.com: Was she just implying we were...intimate?
blender_bunny@mac.com: I'm not the only one that heard that right?
MischiefMink: I'm pretty sure she was, yes.
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blender_bunny@mac.com: ...I'm drunker than I thought.
Lithaladhwen: (Implying? As I recall, she said it outright more than once.)
MischiefMink: (Mercutio is in denial.)
blender_bunny@mac.com: (Totally XD)
Lithaladhwen: (Anyway, feel free to wrap this up whenever you need to; I needed to pop in for just a bit.)
MischiefMink: (no problem)
MischiefMink: (I need to sleep now; it's 3 am!)
blender_bunny@mac.com: (That was incredibly fun)
blender_bunny@mac.com: (Good night lovely people!)
Lithaladhwen: (G'night!)
MischiefMink: (night!)
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