MischiefMink: Hey!
Lithaladhwen: Hi!
Lithaladhwen: What are you up to?
MischiefMink: Not much. ^^;
MischiefMink: Just kinda hanging out today; played a lot of Zelda.
Lithaladhwen: Good deal.
MischiefMink: Yeah. Made some apple pie too. :D
Lithaladhwen: Cooking is awesome.
Lithaladhwen: Brian and I made pasta tonight.
Lithaladhwen: Clam sauce to the max.
MischiefMink: Nice.
MischiefMink: So I hope I wasn't...ah, poking too many holes in the plot or anything during session yesterday. ^^;
Lithaladhwen: What do you mean?
MischiefMink: Well, I just felt a little awkward always asking questions, like when I asked if we shouldn't get someone to show us around the capital before we stormed in to kill all the head honchos.
Lithaladhwen: Oh! No, that's fine. That's more "Holden wants to be in-charge and isn't thinking about other people's suggestions" than you poking holes in the plot.
MischiefMink: Ahhh. I see, I see.
MischiefMink: It just did seem a little odd to me that we really didn't know very much about the city or the layout of the castle or anything, and we didn't take the time to stop and ask. Maybe I'm just more used to a cautious approach to things, I don't know (or maybe Ode is just paranoid, hehe.)
Lithaladhwen: Both are perfectly fair.
Lithaladhwen: If you'll remember, Tassi expressed reservations about the whole, "Let's just kill everyone and wing it from there" plan.
Lithaladhwen: So it's not just you. =P
MischiefMink: Yes, that was nice. Good to know I wasn't the ONLY one.
MischiefMink: "Let's poison everybody." "Um, maybe we should talk to them first, find some information? See if it's necessary?" "...no." :/
MischiefMink: I still feel a bit iffy about everything. How can you expect people who have never governed before to be able to run things smoothly, just like that?
Lithaladhwen: Indeed.
Lithaladhwen: Tassi felt the same way.
Lithaladhwen: "So...we just kill everyone... hand over the government of the masses to a mob of revolutionaries with no plans for the future... and then leave? Um. No."
Lithaladhwen: Her issue? And this is something she didn't bring up because Holden wasn't listening. Holden wants to develop a republic. That means people will have to choose representatives.
Lithaladhwen: We're just going to end up with all the many-winged people representing the fewer-winged people and eventually the situation will be right back where it was.
Lithaladhwen: Yargh.
MischiefMink: A very good point. You can't change the entire basis of a society just like that.
MischiefMink: There's still going to be prejudice, and it could be very difficult to get everyone sitting down long enough to actually discuss things and work them out properly. It could also easily go the other way and end up with the many-winged people as the ones on the bottom rung.
Lithaladhwen: You know what? We should rule that Tassi and Ode discuss this while everyone else is partying.
MischiefMink: We should.
MischiefMink: Especially since Ode would want to talk to Tassi anyway; she was worried when Tassi died.
Lithaladhwen: Ah. We should RP it!
Lithaladhwen: It would be super!
Lithaladhwen: IM windows are just as good as chat windows when you only need two people anyway.
MischiefMink: Sure!
Lithaladhwen: <Tassi>
Lithaladhwen: (We're nerds, Beth. You realize this.)
MischiefMink: (Hehehe, oh, I realized long ago.)
MischiefMink: (And ooh, some of Ode's backstory may even come out here, yay~)
Lithaladhwen: (Tassi's too! Whoo!)
Lithaladhwen: (So, AIM-style or Yahoo-style?)
MischiefMink: (What's the difference? I've only RP'd over AIM)
Lithaladhwen: (Yahoo is paragraph-style with statements in quotations, while everything in AIM is assumed to be spoken unless it's in *these little guys*.)
Lithaladhwen: (Example: She stabs herself in the face. vs. *stabs herself in the face.*)
MischiefMink: (Aah. I'm more familiar with AIM, at least for things like this where it's a conversation. I could do it either way though.)
MischiefMink: (Might work better Yahoo-style, at least since we have to deal with Ode's mask.)
Lithaladhwen: (Sure! Then we just write everything out and put statements in quotes? Like so...)
Lithaladhwen: Tassi returns from her recent resurrection to the site of all this partying. She pulls out her flask and enjoys some of her hard-earned wages, but doesn't really join in the revelry at this point.
MischiefMink: Ode wanders in shortly after, looking for a room that's not filled with reveling Altarians. She spots Tassi and walks over.
Lithaladhwen: Tassi raises a hand in greeting. "Evening. Enjoying the mad partying?"
MischiefMink: Ode nods in acknowledgement of the wave, and shakes her head ruefully. "Hardly. I can't help but feel things worked out too easily to last for very long."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi takes another sip from her flask. "Thank goodness someone else noticed. Honestly. I hate to be the one spoiling all their fun, but it would seem to me that Holden doesn't have much practice... planning ahead. I mean, for heaven's sake. Poison them all and worry about the rest later? At least we got some kind of plan out of him for afterward, even if it was only to write a victory speech."
MischiefMink: Ode chuckles. "I'm glad I'm not the only one, then. When I suggested we stop to scout out the area, as it were, they looked at me as if I'd grown another head. I'm still astonished at the absolute lack of suspicion we were shown."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi offers her flask to the woman who's apparently the only other sane person in a ten-mile radius. "To be fair, the last time we were here they ignored us completely. Mikhail was the only person who would even talk to us. I was glad to see that he'd joined up with Yavel." Tassi glances away briefly at Yavel's name, plainly still a little bothered by the loss of their ally. "But you're right. We're lucky things went as well as they did."
MischiefMink: Ode accepts the flask and tips her mask up to take a sip before sliding it back into place. "I wasn't here before, but...well, ignoring a bunch of foreigners I can understand, given how much emphasis they place on status here. But to have someone who appears to be a top official walk in and not know anything?" She shakes her head again. "I cannot believe no one questioned that."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi shrugs. "I can't say I know. Maybe the gods work in small ways to make our lives easier sometimes." She smirks. "It's a nice thought anyway."
MischiefMink: Ode nods slightly and hands the flask back to Tassi. "I suppose anything's possible. But the Tarask was dispatched fairly easily too. I just hope we don't run out of good luck too soon."
Lithaladhwen: "Certainly fair. I certainly expected more losses than we've had. We've been remarkably forunate." Tassi ponders another drink, but screws the cap back on her flask instead. She puts it back in her bag.
MischiefMink: "Speaking of losses... I wanted to say I was glad to see you...recovered?" She shakes her head. "Although the fact startled me quite a bit."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi blinks, as if surprised at the turn of the conversation. "Oh, that. Please don't worry about it. After all, if I can't be trusted to keep myself alive, it certainly isn't anybody else's fault." She smirks, as if to reinforce the idea that her death wasn't worth worrying about.
MischiefMink: "I...All right, I suppose if you say so." Ode's mask shows no expression, but she's obviously startled. "I'm simply not used to death being treated so lightly..."
Lithaladhwen: "Ah. Well, a skilled cleric or healer can often remedy it as long as the death didn't occur too long ago. It's not a common practice, mainly because it's usually prohibitively expensive." She gazes off into the empty air for a moment as she considers how to explain this. "I wouldn't say that I treat it lightly, but I have died before. It sort of spoils the novelty a bit. Maybe it will be different once my death is permanent and I go through the whole business again."
MischiefMink: Ode pauses for a moment, her mask tilted down, obviously thinking about this. "I see..." she says at last.
Lithaladhwen: "I... suppose you weren't around for my explanation, though I have to admit you didn't miss much. I saw no reason to elaborate on my experiences with death when there were more pressing topics for discussion at hand." Tassi chews her lower lip briefly. "The short story is that I lived a full life before this one, and was ...reincarnated. I have some memory of my previous life, and of course my death. That's what I meant. The long story is... well, a long story and not a very interesting one most of the time,"
MischiefMink: Ode nods slowly. "I understand. My own story is a bit like that. Without any reincarnation, of course."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi smiles. "An important exception. For lack of any other, more delicate way to phrase the question... Have you died before, or are you speaking metaphorically?"
MischiefMink: "No, no, nothing like that," Ode shakes her head, chuckling a little. "I was merely saying that my story is also rather long and uninteresting... unimportant, as well, really. And I suppose I have the opposite problem.. I most certainly want to avoid death as long as possible."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi tilts her head a little to one side. "Well, it's not unimportant if it's important to you, and it's not uninteresting if I'm interested." She smiles. "Which I am, provided you're comfortable with it. How did you come to be dragged into this by our exalted employer?"
MischiefMink: Ode laughs. "That at least is fairly simple. I wander around quite a bit from place to place, and recently I was running low on cash. Somehow or other I ended up being recruited. I do have a decent knowledge of various planes... I suppose he thought the experience would be useful."
Lithaladhwen: "That certainly makes sense. So, which plane do you come from? Regulus or Gaera?"
MischiefMink: ((oh yay. Honestly, I don't know...? I have only the vaguest knowledge of how Regulus sits in relation to Gaera))
MischiefMink: (I've got her background mostly worked out now, but not in terms of specific locations...)
Lithaladhwen: (Regulus is the plane where the Electerians and Altairians are. Gaera is where the party comes from.)
Lithaladhwen: (I wouldn't ask you for, like... nation of origin or anything. I'm not that much of a sadist. >:P )
MischiefMink: (Well, Gaera is a fairly safe guess, I think...there don't seem to be a lot of normal humans on Regulus.)
Lithaladhwen: (If she's normal human that would make sense. Tassi at this point has no real way of knowing except that Ode doesn't have wings or blue skin. The Shakari look like humans, more or less.)
MischiefMink: (Ah, ok. And yes, she's pretty normal.)
MischiefMink: "Gaera," Ode answers. "I hadn't been to this plane before... it's certainly been educational."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi nods. "No argument here. I'm pretty unfamiliar with planar travel, so I'll agree with you on that." Tassi taps her index finger on her lower lip a couple of times before speaking again. "Ode, may I ask you a personal question if I promise there's no pressure to answer?"
MischiefMink: Ode tilts her head curiously, then nods. "Certainly."
Lithaladhwen: "... Why do you wear a mask?"
MischiefMink: Ode actually chuckles at this, nodding to herself before turning to face Tassi fully once again. "Don't worry... I quite expected someone would ask me that eventually. I was actually a little surprised no one had asked sooner. And honestly, I'm glad it was you who asked." She pauses, leaning back and sighing, before continuing.
MischiefMink: "It's a matter of protection, actually. When I was younger I got lost in the woods one night. I was attacked by...hm, spirits, ghosts, even I'm not exactly sure. I escaped, but afterwards, I had terrible nightmares, even waking dreams. Whatever it or they were, they kept coming after me. The mask... it serves to obscure me from their sight, and keeps things much more peaceful for me."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi's eyes widen in realization. "I see. Well, that's certainly as good a reason as any I could think of. I suppose I assumed it would be more of a sensitive topic than it apparently is." Tassi nods to herself once again, absorbing what Ode has told her. "I think we all assumed you wouldn't be comfortable talking about it."
MischiefMink: "It's an easy assumption to make. I did notice how absurdly curious everyone was whenever I had to move it up to eat or drink..." she laughs again. "But yes... it's not that I cannot take it off, it is simply... inadviseable to do so for any length of time. And I admit, I tend to be a bit paranoid about it. If those things found me again..." she shivers a bit. "I don't know."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi nods. "Well, I certainly don't question it now. As I said, I believe anyone else would do the same." She frowns a little bit. "You know, I've always found it odd just how long you can travel with people, risking your life with them day after day... and still know nothing about each other. We had an ally who fell some time ago. I... tried to bring him back, but for whatever reason I was denied the right to do so by my goddess."
Lithaladhwen: "It was then I realized... I don't know whether he had a family, or anyone who knew he was gone. That's why I insisted General Silvar take his remains back to Gaera. It's a hard thing to have loved ones be... unaccounted for. I felt like I owed him better than that, you know?"
MischiefMink: "I do. And it's true what you say... we've been traveling together for some time now and I still have only the barest idea of who everyone is. Names and a few details, that's all I really know."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi laughs. "And a few veiled references to some man named Two-Eyes McGee?"
Lithaladhwen: "I don't think I even want to know about that one."
MischiefMink: Ode nods. "Agreed! Although there have been a number of strange references I'm not sure I want to know about..."
Lithaladhwen: "I am glad that someone else seems to be ...at least a little uncomfortable with the status quo. The idea that we're depending on each other to survive and for the most part don't even know each others' last names is ...it just seems unfortunate. I honestly didn't think that anyone else gave it a second thought." Tassi smiles a little, sheepishly. "Maybe I was wrong."
MischiefMink: Ode shrugs. "It's all right. I think for the most part... it's easy to get distracted from such things, especially when most of your time is spent running around fighting city-eating monsters and meeting gods and who knows what else... Certainly Hakaril alone is enough to drive anyone a little crazy."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi can't repress a snort of laughter. "Oh, you think you have it bad. I'm ...romantically involved with his best friend. Luckily the distractions you mentioned have prevented him from pestering me about my sex life. And he did. Every time we spoke. I guess that some things are better left undiscussed. And you're right. It's much easier to forget when there's so much going on."
MischiefMink: Ode boggles slightly, insofar as one is able to boggle while wearing a mask. "...Wow. That is...yes, he would be insufferable with that, wouldn't he." There is a loud crash from another room, and she sighs. "And it would certainly be easier to get to know one another if we didn't spend all our free time on distractions. I don't think we've ever really sat down and talked about anything besides when we were planning. If you could call it planning."
Lithaladhwen: "It would certainly be a generous definition of the word." She echoes Ode's sigh. There's a long pause while Tassi muses a bit. "Well, I suppose we're talking now, and that's something. I don't hold out much hope for the gentlemen in the group. Jack has asked me before about my rebirth, but I suppose my explanation didn't help the situation. It's probably as much my fault as anyone else's." Tassi shakes her head to clear it.
Lithaladhwen: "But you know what? I can't imagine why this is bothering me now. It never has before." She shrugs. "Maybe it's just that we're further now from ...really anything familiar at all."
MischiefMink: "And unlikely to get closer to the familiar anytime soon, it seems..." Ode nods.
Lithaladhwen: "Correct. You know, I think I know what has me so out of sorts. When I died, I was reasonably certain that someone would try to bring me back. Given precedent though, I wasn't sure if it would be allowed. I expected to be brought before Ishtar to renew my covenant with her. Another death, another life. She let me return, though. Maybe the whole thing is confusing me more than I thought."
MischiefMink: Ode tilts her head thoughtfully. "I see... I'm afraid I can't offer much counsel, as I really have no experience with such..." she trails off, uncertain how to continue.
Lithaladhwen: Tassi makes a negative sweeping motion with one hand. "That's all right. It was a surprise to come back, but a pleasant one. Death isn't nearly as frightening a prospect as gestation and birth. I can tell you honestly that it is not something I look forward to doing again." She winced. "I'm sure I will, though."
MischiefMink: Ode tilts her head, curious. "If you don't mind my asking... Must you be reincarnated forever then? I can see where that would be difficult...especially if you retain some memory."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi nods slowly. "I... believe that I will. It's a limited memory, but it is there. I remember feelings, concepts, that sort of thing. Unfortunately there's nothing specific. For example, if I were to pass to another life, I'd remember knowing a woman in a mask, but I wouldn't remember much else about you."
MischiefMink: Ode nods. "Fair enough. Probably easier that way as well...to remember every detail would be quite overwhelming, I'd think." She pauses, struck by another thought. "And probably very strange, if you met another incarnation of someone you'd known, and remembered them while they did not remember you."
Lithaladhwen: "You've hit on it exactly. After all, I probably wouldn't be able to focus on my duties now if I were constantly preoccupied with reclaiming my old life."
Lithaladhwen: " As it stands, if people like my son are alive, there's a better chance of them recognizing me than the other way around. I'm not... that would be very odd. He'd be older than I am by a good margin, depending on how long I was dead before being reborn."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi shakes her head, as if the notion is too bizarre to entertain for long.
MischiefMink: "Very awkward indeed," Ode murmurs quietly. Several more crashes are heard outside the room and Tassi can almost see the masked woman frown. "So, just how long do you think this party will last, before the revolutionaries exhaust the palace supplies?"
Lithaladhwen: Tassi throws her hands up in frustration. "You know, I have no idea. I assume that when the castle is no longer entertaining enough they'll go riot and pillage someplace more promising."
MischiefMink: "Quite probably. And unfortunately Holden and the others most likely will not even notice. If this sort of chaos keeps on they'll end up destroying the city before we can get back from dealing with Desiron."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi laughs. "That's certainly a possibility." She laughs again, covering her face with one hand. "Perhaps this was Desiron's plan all along. Fill Regulus with fun and revelry until the whole plane falls apart."
MischiefMink: "A truly cunning and evil plan..." Ode laughs, shaking her head. "I wonder how long it will take Holden to realize what he's gotten himself into."
Lithaladhwen: "Oh, he never will. He'll probably get by on the skin of his teeth and history will wonder how the hell he did it. After all, it's worked for him so far."
MischiefMink: "This is true. But you can't get by on luck or foolishness or whatever it is he does forever... sooner or later it tends to run out. Although those history books would make an interesting read." She snickers. "Our 'Great Leader' of the revolution..."
Lithaladhwen: "Ha! He's never living that down. I simply won't allow it. Great Leader. After this is done with I may come back just to deflate him a little." She smirks at the thought. "What do you think you'll do with yourself after all this?"
MischiefMink: "After this grand adventure? Head back home, continue wandering, I suppose. I still have some matters of my own I need to investigate... although I may stick around on this plane for some time, if I can. Who knows, there might be something useful here that I can't find on Gaera."
Lithaladhwen: "Useful for what? Are you looking for anything in particular?"
MischiefMink: "Specifically, I'm looking for some way to make whatever is hunting me stop. While I don't mind the mask, I would certainly hope not to wear it forever. However, since I am still not sure exactly what these creatures are, figuring out a solution has been problematic so far."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi nods thoughtfully. "Well, I don't have as much experience with that as an actual cleric might. It's outside my specialty. I'm sure that I know someone who could look into it. I mean, if a mask works, maybe the best you can hope for is a less conspicuous warding."
MischiefMink: "Or some way to face them and defeat them outright. Right now, I'm really just hiding. Which does have its advantages, but I can't hide forever."
Lithaladhwen: "That sounds right, yes. If in the future you find that I can help in some way, don't hesitate to tell me. As it is, I think the best I can do would be to give you some names when we get back."
MischiefMink: "Thank you. I really don't have much to go on right now, so anything will be helpful, I'm sure."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi pulls out her sketchbook and tears a sheet out. "Here, in case I die again, heaven forbid." She wrote several names on it, along with very rough directions. "One or two of these I know for certain won't be able to help you, but one was in charge of my training and is very very well-connected. If anyone can find you assistance, I'm sure he can."
MischiefMink: Ode takes the sheet and reads for a moment before pocketing it. "Again, thank you. It's a good starting point, which is more than I have at the moment."
Lithaladhwen: Tassi smiles. "Don't worry about it. I'm glad that I might be of some assistance. Be sure to send word to me if they think of anything. Even if they need to perform some sort of ritual, I know that I can help, if only as one more source of magical energy." She smirked to herself. "My experience with rituals is more or less limited to consecrations at the temple or occasionally renewing the magical wardings on the Doman brothels, but at least it's something."
MischiefMink: "Wardings on brothels... now there's something I would never have thought of. Do I want to know what they ward against?" she shakes her head, chuckling. "But I will certainly let you know what happens, however it turns out."
Lithaladhwen: "Excellent. And the wardings are just what you'd imagine. Protection against disease or conception of children. One of the benefits to working in a unionized house. Can't say the occupation would interest me much, but then I'm sure there are plenty of people who'd hate what you and I do for a living as well."
MischiefMink: "Ah, of course. That makes sense. While I wouldn't choose it myself, I daresay it is rather safer than chasing around after gods and monsters and everything else, in the long run."
Lithaladhwen: "Absolutely." Tassi peered around as the din of raucous proletarian merrymaking began to quiet down. "Now that's nearly as alarming as the noise from before." She rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably. "I don't have the energy to use magic on anyone after the whole ...death...thing... but I think I'd better go check to see that no one's gone and hurt themselves. I'll see you tomorrow?"
MischiefMink: "Tomorrow," Ode agrees. "Take care."
MischiefMink: (hah, "proletarian" XD)
MischiefMink: (Although I'm not sure why that's so funny.)
Lithaladhwen: (Prole-Altairian Revolution!)
MischiefMink: (Heheheh. X3)
Lithaladhwen: "You as well. Let's hope neither of us has to clean up after this party in the morning." With a wave to Ode, Tassi heads out to sweep the castle for injured or simply over-indulgent angel-folk.
MischiefMink: Ode laughs agreement and watches her leave, heading out a few minutes later to find an empty room in which to sleep.
Lithaladhwen: </Tassi>
Lithaladhwen: (Yes, I find bizarre uses for html tags....)
MischiefMink: XD It's all right.
MischiefMink: I love fake html tags.
Lithaladhwen: Get my font back.
Lithaladhwen: Rawr. Ashley returns to her own chat window! Victory!
MischiefMink: Hee. Well, I am happy. That was quite fun, and completely got rid of all my lingering frustration over the session.
Lithaladhwen: To be fair, I had some as well.
Lithaladhwen: I was all, "WTF Revolution," then I was all, "Wait, she died. She's supposed to reincarnate and no one questioned how she's here now."
MischiefMink: I didn't know much about Tassi's reincarnation bit, and I was mostly thinking over Ode's reaction, where she would be fairly shocked that somebody (especially the person she's closest to in the party) just died and nobody really seemed to notice.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. They've lost people before, and Tassi herself has brought Sen back from the dead twice. I mean, to be fair, she did it the way she brought back Mikhail, which was to stuff his soul back in his body before it really had a chance to leave.
Lithaladhwen: Unfortunately, there was no one there in time when it happened to her. =/
MischiefMink: True. And it is fairly common practice in these sort of settings to be like "Death? Death? Eh, don't worry. We've got duct tape."
Lithaladhwen: XD
Lithaladhwen: *laughs*

MischiefMink: You know Nodwick. Excellent. :D
Lithaladhwen: I didn't know that was a reference. I enjoyed it purely on its own merit.
MischiefMink: Ahh. Okay. Nodwick is a comic, I'm not sure if it's still regularly put out, I don't hang around in game shops much anymore. But it follows the adventures of a basic party; wizard, warrior, healer, and henchman, the henchman being Nodwick himself. It's a parody series, and Nodwick gets killed, exploded, dismembered, etc., quite often. The Healer, Piffany, is constantly patching him up with duct tape.
Lithaladhwen: *nod* I see!
MischiefMink: It was quite funny, but I haven't really followed it for some time. But that does seem to be the general attitude with parties. "Damn. He/she died. CALL THE CLERIC! (Call the cleric~!)"
Lithaladhwen: Ha! Yeah, that's what they're for.
Lithaladhwen: Tassi's class is different from a cleric, in that she doesn't have an official rank in her church, and she has very little versatility. D&D Clerics can do ALL KINDS of crazy things, but Tassi can only fix people.
MischiefMink: Ahhh.
MischiefMink: And smite undead, eh?
Lithaladhwen: YES. She loves to kill her some undead.
MischiefMink: Hm. I should see if I have any of the Nodwick comics lying about. If I recall, Piffany had a staff of smiting, or something similar. I think most of mine are at home though... hm...but there might be something online.
Lithaladhwen: Staff of smiting! She needs to get one of those from Hakaril.
Lithaladhwen: Brian: "What's she need that for? ...She doesn't have one."
Lithaladhwen: Damn. I tried.
MischiefMink: Aw.
Lithaladhwen: That's okay. A staff of healing is pretty damn close.
Lithaladhwen: Cure serious wounds makes undead very unhappy.
Lithaladhwen: 3d8+...I want to say 14 or something.
MischiefMink: Nifty.
MischiefMink: Oh, and for the comic, you can go to www.nodwick.com. I'm having a hard time coming up with specific links to the more common jokes. It's a fun comic though.
Lithaladhwen: Keen.
Lithaladhwen: I have a log of this conversation, since it's technically an RP, so that means I'll have a copy of that link hanging around, too.
MischiefMink: Cool. I'll make a log of this as well, once we finish.
Lithaladhwen: Yayness.
MischiefMink: Haha, this one's pretty good: http://archive.gamespy.com/comics/nodwick/gamespyarchive/gspynod214.html
Lithaladhwen: Heh.
Lithaladhwen: Also: That little lady looks like Arthur from The Tick.
MischiefMink: Don't know; I never watched the Tick. But the little red-headed lady is Piffany.
Lithaladhwen: I figured.
Lithaladhwen: Also, The Tick is awesome. I have the first episode, and we should watch it the next time you're over.
MischiefMink: Sure.
MischiefMink: Well, it's getting fairly late, so I should probably get to bed.
Lithaladhwen: I as well. We have HONORABLE THINGS to do tomorrow.
MischiefMink: Hehe.
MischiefMink: And don't forget to set your clock ahead. ;-)
Lithaladhwen: Already did, madam.
MischiefMink: Hehe. Indeed. Well then, I shall wish you goodnight.
Lithaladhwen: Night!