You have just entered room "roleplaypinkie."
THENinjaRabbi has entered the room.
PapatymisonN has entered the room.
Syra Zemyla has entered the room.
PapatymisonN: Ooh. Hey.
Deus Fio has entered the room.
PapatymisonN: BRB pottie.)
Deus Fio: (LASER BEAMS)
PapatymisonN: (Is everyone desiring role playing game?)
dragongurl4390: ((I have to go))
dragongurl4390: ((My eyes are of the burning))
Lithaladhwen: (Seeya.)
dragongurl4390 has left the room.
PapatymisonN: (Crud. ... we'll still be OK.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yes.)
PapatymisonN: (So, everyone in?
PapatymisonN: )
Lithaladhwen: (I'm good.)
Lithaladhwen: (Charles, who'd you ask?)
Syra Zemyla: (I'm in.)
PapatymisonN: (Everyone on my active buddylist that seemed like they'd join.)
PapatymisonN: (And it's a long list.)
PapatymisonN: (Also, a lot of people are idle today...)
PapatymisonN: (Grar. Ashley, if you can round up more bodies, give it a try. I have to step out for a little while. 20 minutes, tops.)
PapatymisonN: (BRB.)
Deus Fio: (I AM HERE.)
T3chn0Namagomi has entered the room.
Deus Fio: (HELLO DOUG)
T3chn0Namagomi: ('lo)
Syra Zemyla: (WTF Nama.)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay, so are we still waiting for Charles?)
Lithaladhwen: (I think that's a yes. So we can start without him. Who's in.)
Deus Fio: (I...don't know, actually.)
Lithaladhwen: (Obstahcles?)
Deus Fio: (I'll say yes for now. Depending on how into it I am, I may be continuing past 11, I may be bailing out at 11.)
Deus Fio: (See, I missed Heroes, so I don't know yet whether I should go downstairs and watch the episode which got stored on the DVR or wait until tomorrow.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (It's on DVR. It can wait)
T3chn0Namagomi: (That's what I'd say, anyway)
Deus Fio: (If I get a good rapport going in the RP, I'll stay.)
PapatymisonN: (I'm back!)
PapatymisonN: (*surprisingly enough, didn't lie about away time!*)
PapatymisonN: (No one's more suprised than I am.)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay. Charles, intro us. Now, if you please.)
Lithaladhwen: (First gen, someplace simple I don't care.)
PapatymisonN: (1st gen bar fine with everyone?)
Lithaladhwen: (Yes. I am decisive. Tally ho.)
Besyanteo has entered the room.
PapatymisonN: *Evening, folks! Welcome to the Random Bar and Inn! This is a bit of a hipper bar than most, with live music constantly playing, and a more youthful clientele in general...*
PapatymisonN: *... the heck YOU doing here, old man?*
Besyanteo: (Holly: *raves with glow sticks while taking E.*)
PapatymisonN: *If the comment was said to Daenj'r, he'd ignore it, and continue on with his beer... but he's not THAT much older than the kids here... and with his usual 5'o'clock shadow shaved, he's looking younger than usual anyways*
PapatymisonN: (... feel free... >.>-)
Lithaladhwen: (All right.)
pd Rydia has entered the room.
Deus Fio: (I am tempted to semiport a raver-type character in from Elemaer for this.)
pd Rydia: (just a lurk for a log)
PapatymisonN: (*nod)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay.)
Deus Fio: (I don't remember his name or anything about him other than his spiky black hair and that he wrote goth poetry all over his one-handed mace.)
Lithaladhwen: *A typically-short blond elf in a long blue overcoat decides to drop by. Don't believe he and Dae have met, but.... maybe now they will!*
Lithaladhwen: <Lots of Names>
PapatymisonN: (Just like the devil... >.> )
Lithaladhwen: Well.... *to himself more than anything* What an excellent excuse for egregious excitement. Looks good to me!
PapatymisonN: ... *takes note...*
Deus Fio: (So this would be a totally different character than the Elemaer one, I guess!)
PapatymisonN: IM: Kay...
Besyanteo: (Hn. Teen character. First or second gen?)
Syra Zemyla: (Wait, the devil writes goth poetry on his one-handed mace?)
Lithaladhwen: (First gen.)
PapatymisonN: IM: Nice to know there's someone over 18 here other than me...
PapatymisonN: (The devil has lots of names.)
Besyanteo: (So I'd be making someone new. Hn.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yes, Charles. He is an elf and his names are Legion.)
Lithaladhwen: (Man's got names like Hak has titles.)
Deus Fio: (Fwar. I need a name.)
Besyanteo: (Arnold.)
PapatymisonN: (... Arnold Fwar.)
Deus Fio: (?! I WAS JUST THINKING THAT.)
Besyanteo: (Fwar?)
Deus Fio: (Jesus crap, now I know I have to name him Arnold.)
PapatymisonN: (It's what he said in exclamation.)
Deus Fio: (I don't think I could ever name him Arnold Fwar, because then in every RP he's in, someone would go "Fwar?")
Lithaladhwen: *slides in across from Dae* Excuse me, friend. But unless you're here for a different sort of satisfaction than this sagacious but admittedly somewhat salacious elf, might I sit near the only other true adult in the bar?
Lithaladhwen: Good for the sanity, I think.
Besyanteo: (Kismett.)
PapatymisonN: ... and now I just HAVE to buy you a beer.
Besyanteo: (Arnold Kismett.)
PapatymisonN: I just GOTTA. ^_^
Deus Fio: (Meh. I don't think so Bes, sorry.)
Besyanteo: (*shrug* I'm tryin.)
Lithaladhwen: I will not object to such a canny and courteous suggestion.
PapatymisonN: Barkeep!
Besyanteo: (She reminds me of Uma Thurman in The Avengers.)
Lithaladhwen: (Who does?)
PapatymisonN: *over comes a sad looking orc kid with a bunch of piercings* o.o Uh... two more beers.
Besyanteo: (You character. The way she speaks.)
Besyanteo: (Except you haven't formed anything into a riddle yet.)
PapatymisonN: *SadOrc nods, and delivers the beers...*
Lithaladhwen: (Isaac is a guy. He just has too many names and I don't know which one he's decided on yet. His wiki is under Isaac.)
Besyanteo: (Heh)
PapatymisonN: *when he's out of orc earshot* Dear gods... that's COOL, right? He's not just an idiot?
Lithaladhwen: Cool? Come now. Such a seriously subjective term cannot be clearly defined by.... *waves his hand vaguely* ...well, by that.
Lithaladhwen: (Isaac's rule: Cram together two words that start with the same letter as often as possible. Try for at least two pair.)
PapatymisonN: But he can't have done that to NOT fit in, or something... face must be drawn to the damn northern pole...
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*
PapatymisonN: Dae Tymisonn, by the way. *extends a hand*
Lithaladhwen: I like you, friend. *takes his hand*
Lithaladhwen: Today I believe... you may call me Robin.
PapatymisonN: Robin, eh? There an alternate pronunciation on that, or something?
Besyanteo: ( Also: Fire Aquarium )
Deus Fio: *Arnold Toure enters, then.*
Deus Fio: (I HAVE DECIDED ON TOURE.)
Lithaladhwen: Alternates are entirely unnecessary, I assure you. I'll not ask you to pronounce it in a peculiar fashion merely to manage a distinction between myself and more mundane songbirds.
PapatymisonN: ... you really like words, don't you?
Lithaladhwen: Yes. ^_^
PapatymisonN: Well, I don't blame ya. I only learned late in life how good they are.
Deus Fio: (Wow. I have less will to RP than I thought.)
Deus Fio: (*forces himself*)
PapatymisonN: (*crams Rennar down his throat* DO IT, DAMMIT! e_e)
Deus Fio: (MMF! MM FFMM MMM!!!)
Lithaladhwen: The thing is, to tell the truth, the trade I've chosen tilts and wavers on tides of words, both mine and foreign.
Deus Fio: (*gets Rennar out of his mouth* Don't do that!)
PapatymisonN: And that trade would be...?
Deus Fio: Hey.
T3chn0Namagomi has left the room.
Deus Fio: *sits down next to the elf*
Lithaladhwen: Sir, somehow it has suited the gods to steer my stars toward... storytelling. And the odd instrument as well.
Lithaladhwen: *lifts a hand and waves to the new fellow* Robin, sir. How do you do?
PapatymisonN: *waves* Dae.
Deus Fio: Uh. Arnold.
PapatymisonN: Nice to meet you.
PapatymisonN: Barkeep!
Lithaladhwen: Arnold. An unassuming but often an heroic appellation.
Lithaladhwen: A pleasure.
PapatymisonN: *Scary McMetalOrc returns*
PapatymisonN: A beer for Arnold.
PapatymisonN: *It is given! Hooray!*
Deus Fio: Oh. Uh. Thanks.
Deus Fio: *Arnold is tall and lanky, with wild black hair and sullen brown eyes and hunched shoulders.*
PapatymisonN: ... gonna need more than three words at a stretch, Arnie... *smirk*
Lithaladhwen: *sips his own beer* And lest I be less than gracious in the granting of gratitude to our benefactor in beer.... *tilts his mug to Dae before taking another drink*
Deus Fio: Yeah. I used to write some poetry, but...everyone told me it sucked...so I stopped.
PapatymisonN: They're full of shit.
Deus Fio: *He's wearing a black sweater and baggy gray pants with patches on them, and black boots.*
PapatymisonN: Not saying I want any NOW, but they're not ALLOWED to make you stop.
Lithaladhwen: Oh, filth. I agree, Dae. Flagrant lies by the shit-flinging masses. Wishing to write is reason to write. *firm nod* Aptitude is admirable, but the application of enthusiasm is excellent by comparison.
PapatymisonN: ... my opinion, anyways...
PapatymisonN: IM: Damn. He really DOES like to talk.
Deus Fio: *He scratches at the stubble on his face.* Yeah, uh, I wasn't good at making rhymes, and I wasn't good at making poems...without rhymes.
Deus Fio: And even I know that >_>
PapatymisonN: Try anyways.
Lithaladhwen: Rhyming is... rather ridiculous a rubric for the readable and unreadable.
PapatymisonN: Even if YOU are the only one who likes the poems, write the damn poems.
PapatymisonN: It'll keep you sane.
Lithaladhwen: (I can't think of rhymes either. I don't even know how long I can keep up the alliteration.)
PapatymisonN: (You're doing fine.)
Lithaladhwen: (For now. This will be a challenge.)
Deus Fio: I dunno.
PapatymisonN: I do.
PapatymisonN: WRITE, ya lil jackass. WRITE. *big smirk!*
Lithaladhwen: I consider myself keenly qualified to judge, and I quite insist.
Deus Fio: Well I...like...can't do it now, can I?
Deus Fio: I mean, not here. In a bar.
PapatymisonN: ... *hands him a napkin*
PapatymisonN: Robin? Got a pencil?
Deus Fio: >_>
Deus Fio: *scratches his head*
Lithaladhwen: *pulls out a pencil and a roll of parchment from a pocket inside his coat*
Lithaladhwen: Always and ever.
PapatymisonN: Oh! Even better! *retracts his offer of napkin*
Lithaladhwen: ^_^
Deus Fio: >_>
Deus Fio: *he takes the pencil uncertainly and starts to suck on the end, staring blankly at the paper*
PapatymisonN: IM: ... ew.
Lithaladhwen: *appears unbothered*
Deus Fio: *He writes a single word in an untidy scrawl.*
Deus Fio: ...
Lithaladhwen: IM: The unsettling oral bonding of this man to my pencil is particularly troublesome only provided I attach notions of particular propriety to it.
PapatymisonN: ... keep going.
Lithaladhwen: IM: So I will refrain.
Deus Fio: *He writes a few more words.*
PapatymisonN: Uh... do you need us to look away, or something...?
Deus Fio: Or you could come back in a week <_<
Lithaladhwen: Could it be that... our coincidental location is causing conditions unfavorable for clarity in congnition?
Lithaladhwen: In short, is it the noise?
Deus Fio: Uh. The noise, and the...people...and the fact that I usually take a while.
PapatymisonN: ... *digs in his pocket and produces a set of papers bound together in a small notebook format*
Deus Fio: <_<?
PapatymisonN: Let's see... Ishus dinner with the wife... Falisus I'm preaching...
PapatymisonN: *closes it* I'm free this time next week.
PapatymisonN: Robbie?
Lithaladhwen: *tilts his head, listening*
Lithaladhwen: Certainly. No plans of any sort hang ponderous over any portended future day of mine.
PapatymisonN: We'll be here, then. ^_^
Deus Fio: I...um...V_V
Deus Fio: Okay.
Deus Fio: ...um...
Lithaladhwen: *chuckles*
PapatymisonN: ^_^
Lithaladhwen: Oh! Incidentally your near-inaudible insinuations as to your occupation were not lost to this ignorant stranger.
Lithaladhwen: You said you preach?
PapatymisonN: *tugs at his torn up but still holy Ashuran robes*
Lithaladhwen: *winks* Surely not for show, then.
PapatymisonN: Not if I can help it.
PapatymisonN: Did you want to come? Newcomers always welcome.
Lithaladhwen: Free-range am I, unaffiliated and firmly faithful to this lifestyle, fickle though I may seem. I will not decline, however. I do not doubt that diligence in daily doses of faith will do me good.
PapatymisonN: Agreed.
PapatymisonN: Arnie? You in too?
Deus Fio: Huh! Um. Maybe. I dunno.
PapatymisonN: *pulls the wonder that is Church Pamphlets out of his pockets, and hands one to both of them*
Lithaladhwen: Incorrigably indecisive I see, Arnold. Ah! Lovely. Publishings.
Lithaladhwen: *takes one*
PapatymisonN: I'd tell you what the sermon was on, but I still haven't come up with a topic.
Deus Fio: *takes it, peers at it, turns it around because he realizes he's got it backwards*
PapatymisonN: *it gives location, time of day, and who's speaking... Father Daenj'r Tymisonn! Hooray!*
Lithaladhwen: *salutes with the pamphlet* Verily, I would be wrong to doubt the veracity of your claims of vaunted status in your church.
Lithaladhwen: I believe I will attend, if not for a god, then for a friend. *little bow*
PapatymisonN: Thank you, Robin. 'Ppreciate it.
Deus Fio: Uh. I'll come too, I guess.
Deus Fio: Maybe. I'll have to...uh...
Deus Fio: *he mumbles something inaudible under his breath*
PapatymisonN: Sorry, didn't catch that, bud.
Deus Fio: I'll have to ask my mother, okay?
PapatymisonN: Oh, alright.
Deus Fio: *he doesn't seem pleased about having to ask his mother things*
Lithaladhwen: *pats him on the back* Damned if I don't wish my daughter had one of those sometimes. Don't dither on it. Doubtless she'll decree... you're free.
PapatymisonN: Hey, buddy. Appreciate your mother. You're blessed to have one.
Deus Fio: Yeah,
Deus Fio: >_>
PapatymisonN: ... still live with her, of course...
PapatymisonN: She nice?
Deus Fio: ... >_> No.
Deus Fio: She doesn't know I'm here.
PapatymisonN: Huh?
Deus Fio: Here. At this bar.
PapatymisonN: Oh.
TaiarKino has entered the room.
PapatymisonN: Tell you got it at a book reading, or something... >.>
PapatymisonN: (Hey Tai!)
Lithaladhwen: Perhaps it would be prudent to point out that the personal merit of possible exposure to faith and culture would potentially outweigh... pre-established rules of curfew.
Deus Fio: *scratches his head* Uh...maybe.
Lithaladhwen: (Hey Tai!)
Deus Fio: (Hey Tai!)
MischiefMink has entered the room.
blender_bunny@mac.com has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (I'm running low on alliteration and I need you two to inspire me.)
MischiefMink: (Heh.)
PapatymisonN: (Go with F.)
Lithaladhwen: (I did a little F. I'll think of it as it comes.)
Lithaladhwen: Dae? Dare I ask if the avalanche of assonance and alliteration ambling out of my thoughts actually waxes...annoying? Many feel they've meager opportunity to make even marginal conversation.
PapatymisonN: ... I'm good.
Deus Fio: (If you were really awesome, you'd do alliteration on clicks.)
PapatymisonN: Hell, you're freakin' AMUSIN', man. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: (Isaac may be, but his player is not.)
Deus Fio: (Where do they use the clicks, again? Is that tribal African or Australian aboriginal?)
Lithaladhwen: I aim to please, and acquaintances are as good an audience as any elf can hope for.
Lithaladhwen: (Africa. The !Kung.)
Lithaladhwen: (I think that's how you spell it.)
PapatymisonN: (Also: Don't you just HATE it when your character's better than you at something?)
Deus Fio: (That's what I'm naming my firstborn.)
PapatymisonN: (*gets that with Resh ALL the time*)
Deus Fio: (!Kung Clarfield.)
PapatymisonN: (*going to name his kid either Edward or !Xobile*)
Lithaladhwen: (That's like naming your child Flemish, man.)
Lithaladhwen: (It's a tribe; that's weird.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anyway! RP.)
Deus Fio: (Yeah, that's the weird part of the name.)
Lithaladhwen: (It is.)
PapatymisonN: (Yes, RP.)
THENinjaRabbi has left the room.
TaiarKino: (...Sorry, I was playing Elite Beat Agents.)
PapatymisonN: ... if you're runnin' out of it, though, man, you can quit. I don' mind.
Lithaladhwen: Hm? Hopefully heaven will grant me the verbosity in common vocabulary to preclude me switching to Elvish, my good priest.
Lithaladhwen: Just in one of those jovial moods during which what can possibly satisfy but a wholesome and wholly unnecessary whale of a conversational trick.
Lithaladhwen: Eh?
PapatymisonN: ... man.
PapatymisonN: I should write this stuff down.
Deus Fio: So...uh...how do you...uh...write your sermons?
Lithaladhwen: What for? Where in the world would you go where wind does not carry the excessive words of yours truly? *grin*
PapatymisonN: ^_^
PapatymisonN: Oh. And by reading the teachings, coming up with something that needs to be taught, and building around it.
PapatymisonN: Needs to fill up at least a half-hour.
Lithaladhwen: Absolutely admirable, say I. An awesome talent it is to consistently compose theses on meaningful messages with regularity.
Lithaladhwen: (Beth and Oniichan: We're in some pseudo-raver-type bar. First gen. Daenj'r Tymisonn, Isaac Abriani under another name, and Spleen is playing a lad named Arnold.)
MischiefMink: (Hm. Pseudo-raver...)
Lithaladhwen: (Well. Not with laser lights and E.)
Besyanteo has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Just for a younger, hipper crowd.)
PapatymisonN: It's nothing, really.
PapatymisonN: People do it all the time...
Lithaladhwen: Perhaps, but properly? No, composition is at best a prococious preoccupation for me.
Lithaladhwen: (*precocious)
PapatymisonN: Then feel free to evaluate me on Falisus, then.
Lithaladhwen: Perhaps I will do just that, though jesting aside I think you needn't worry about doing her justice. Much like her mother, but lively and laid-back like the greatest lady is not.
Lithaladhwen: Like you!
PapatymisonN: ... ^_^ Heh. Be surprised. Took me a while to be all calm like this...
Lithaladhwen: Truly? Do tell.
Deus Fio: >_>?
PapatymisonN: Used to be an angry young man...
PapatymisonN: Then one day, hit rock bottom. Got left for dead...
Lithaladhwen: *head tilt*
PapatymisonN: And a pair of Her Acolytes found me and rescued me from death...
PapatymisonN: Not to mention a dead-end lifestyle.
PapatymisonN: Changed me forever.
Lithaladhwen: *slow nod*
PapatymisonN: And now, instead of being angry, I enjoy life.
Lithaladhwen: *appears thoughtful and... is quiet for more than a second and a half*
Deus Fio: Uh. It's getting late.
PapatymisonN: Kay.
Deus Fio: I gotta go home, otherwise Mom's gonna kill me.
PapatymisonN: You go home to your mother. Give her a kiss on the cheek, let her know you love her.
Deus Fio: Yeah. Okay.
Deus Fio: Uh. Thanks for the beer.
Lithaladhwen: Absolutely Arnold. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Have an excellent evening.
Deus Fio: You too.
Deus Fio: Uh. Bye.
Deus Fio: *gets up and leaves*
Lithaladhwen: *little salute with his violated pencil before slipping it back in a pocket*
PapatymisonN: *waves*
Deus Fio: (Yeah. Uh.)
PapatymisonN: Oh. And by the way, Robbie...
PapatymisonN: I think you helped me start my sermon.
Deus Fio: (Heh. I gotta go, really. Tomorrow's school.)
Lithaladhwen: *looks up* Hm?
Lithaladhwen: (Thanks for coming!)
Deus Fio: (So I'll talk to you guys later.)
Deus Fio has left the room.
PapatymisonN: Never talked to the congregation about my past.
PapatymisonN: I think it'll make a good tale.
MischiefMink: (Oh bugger. It is that time. >_> I should probably be sleeping too.)
PapatymisonN: (That's fine.)
Lithaladhwen: *another slow nod*
Lithaladhwen: Puts me in mind of a perhaps-unrelated part of my daughter's late history. Closest of her comrades is a dour and rather demonstrably-dangerous... drow.
Lithaladhwen: She found him in a forest after the flight of his treacherous family. Fixed him up and figured him for a decent fellow.
Lithaladhwen: Wonderful chap. Morally-bankrupt by large but ethically unimpeachable and she adores him. *shrugs*
MischiefMink has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: He doesn't disappoint, so what can a father do, eh?
blender_bunny@mac.com has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: Despite her devoted hopes to the contrary, clarity lent by distance from the convoluted comradeship compels me to point out... his reform will not reflect much in common with yours.
Lithaladhwen: But it's there. *sips* Whether he's aware of it or not.
PapatymisonN: ... as long as he's not being an idiot, I guess...
PapatymisonN: IM: I admit it. I didn't get all of that. >.>
Lithaladhwen: An impressive intellect, and a humility and honor not often seen in a culture decried so often as... inhumane. *smirks* Though such terms are of course a preposterous pretentious fancy at best.
Syra Zemyla has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: The best and most thoroughly amusing story I have about Xevan is the time he threatened me with a sword for telling him to stop trying to intimidate that Silvar.
PapatymisonN: ...
PapatymisonN: (The law is in effect.)
PapatymisonN: You know Hakaril Silvar.
Lithaladhwen: Doesn't everyone?
PapatymisonN: Apparently...
PapatymisonN: I named my damn KID after the guy...
Lithaladhwen: Did you? How marvelous!
PapatymisonN: Yep. My third ACTUAL kid.
PapatymisonN: Got two more that kick around that didn't IMMEDIATELY come from my wife.
Lithaladhwen: *head tilt* I do admit that you have me at something of a disadvantage. While I'm accustomed to questions of paternity, it is not common for the maternity of a man's children to maintain ....mysterious.
Lithaladhwen: Elucidate, friend?
PapatymisonN: ...
PapatymisonN: Well... one's from the future, and one's from an old girlfriend.
Lithaladhwen: Aye?
PapatymisonN: Aye. The second Jenna just... came out of nowhere and started burning things. And poor Kodi just kinda got dumped on me one day when I saw his mamma again...
PapatymisonN: ... but, we handle things as best we can.
PapatymisonN: ... and I got a vasectomy. >.>
Lithaladhwen: Beg pardon? Perhaps you refer to some procedure or item with which I have no passing familiarity. In fact... it is certain.
PapatymisonN: Oh. Basically, the... um...
Lithaladhwen: (Who the heck does that in Gaera?)
PapatymisonN: The tubes that take... >.<
PapatymisonN: (Doctors. Non-magicky ones.)
PapatymisonN: (Plus, the guy was makin' babies left and right! What did you want me to do? ;_; )
Lithaladhwen: (I know, but I thought that was a relatively-recent procedure.)
PapatymisonN: (*sigh* For the immediate future, I'm not bright enough to think of a retcon, so... can we just roll with it for now?)
Lithaladhwen: (Okay.)
Lithaladhwen: Hm. For the account of my family, far less effort and time are required. Many eccentric elves on one hand, and on the other one adopted human named Holly.
Lithaladhwen: *spreads his hands* Uncharacteristically brief, I know.
PapatymisonN: Works for me.
Lithaladhwen: Coincidentally, she claims to have caught a passing acquaintance with you and your wife. Quite full of compliments for Mrs. Tymisonn, in case you were curious.
PapatymisonN: ... oh, HOLLY... Yeah, I know her... you're her dad?
Lithaladhwen: Quite frankly the only one who counts, certainly.
PapatymisonN: I hear that.
Lithaladhwen: Well. While I'd willingly while away the hours here with you, what I leave unfinished for the day awaits me tomorrow. And with that, I may be taking your leave.
Lithaladhwen: I will, however, be seeing you in short order in accordance with your invitation.
PapatymisonN: Alright, Robbie. Tell Holly I say hi, alright.
PapatymisonN: ?
Lithaladhwen: Without hesitation, I will.
Lithaladhwen: *stands*
Lithaladhwen: *gives a dramatic little stage-bow, even flaring his coat for added dramatic effect*
PapatymisonN: *stands too, offers his hand for a goodbye shake*
Lithaladhwen: A pleasure meeting you after hearing so much.
Lithaladhwen: *shakes Dae's hand and turns on his heel... and leaves*
PapatymisonN: *will get one more beer from Metalface McGee, and head home...*
PapatymisonN: </rp?>
Lithaladhwen: (I was getting tired, and I'm getting up at eight tomorrow. Thanks for hanging in RP with me, Charles!)
Lithaladhwen: </RP>
Lithaladhwen: Yarr.
Lithaladhwen: I think I needed to get all those words out of my system.
Lithaladhwen: I feel better now.
PapatymisonN: Whee!
PapatymisonN: ^_^
Lithaladhwen: He doesn't always do that. Just when he's feeling weird and looking for a conversational challenge.
PapatymisonN: Dae much appreciated that.
Lithaladhwen: He did not, for example, give Ardam The Talk in such silly language.
Lithaladhwen: He talked like a normal person then.
Lithaladhwen: I'm glad Dae appreciated the goofiness. Isaac is... intended to be a few notches smarter than his daughter, for what that's worth.
TaiarKino: Zoom!
PapatymisonN: Dae appreciates much.
PapatymisonN: And TOLERATES much more.
TaiarKino has left the room.
PapatymisonN: Anyways, I'm opening the store tomorrow. Gotta have my rest.
Lithaladhwen: Aye.
Lithaladhwen: Well, thanks again for playing.
PapatymisonN: Not a problem.
Lithaladhwen: You help fun to be as near as my keyboard!
Lithaladhwen: Hoorah!
PapatymisonN: ^_^
PapatymisonN: Night!
Lithaladhwen: G'night!
PapatymisonN has left the room.