You have just entered room "roaafterthefall."
TheGreatNevareh: (Okay everyone! This is a first for me in a way since I've never game mastered over AIM before.)
Lithaladhwen: (Who will be logging this?)
TheGreatNevareh: (Not me. I
PapaTymisonn: (In other words, this shall be highly amusing. ^_^)
TheGreatNevareh: (I'm bad at everything.)
Proven Paradox: (I'm not sure how to work the logger, or else I'd offer to)
Lithaladhwen: (Well, I'm on AIMexpress, so I can't do it. SOmeone who's on actual AIM raise your hand.)
PapaTymisonn: (Even if someone else does, I will.
PapaTymisonn: )
Proven Paradox: (*Raises hand*
TheGreatNevareh: (Ziratha, if you have any questions feel free to ask at any time out of character.)
Lithaladhwen: (Go to file, save chat.)
TheGreatNevareh: (And remember that this is supposed to be fun.)
Ziratha3: (ok thanks)
Lithaladhwen: (That saves the chat in html form.)
TheGreatNevareh: (We're starting right after the last post in the thread. I'll open and join in when you like.)
Proven Paradox: (Logging.)
TheGreatNevareh: <GM script>
TheGreatNevareh: <Heer van Zandt>
TheGreatNevareh: (That's a practice at RPGWW- you use that little signal of putting things between those little pointers to say "This is me being in this character")
PapaTymisonn: <Jerry>
TheGreatNevareh: ::Through the office's one window, the cloudy sky combined with the rather bland vista makes the entire scene seem a lot more boring than it really is.>
Ziratha3: <Edward>
Proven Paradox: <Saminiath>
TheGreatNevareh: ::The clouds are the same color they always are, thus whether or not it's going to rain anytime soon is a mystery to everyone.>
TheGreatNevareh: *Continues to sit serenely in his chair.*
Ziratha3: *rises from his chair and begins to stretch*
Lithaladhwen: <virginia fell>
Lithaladhwen: (sorry, was pulled away for a moment)
Proven Paradox: *Looks around the group, frowning impatiently*
TheGreatNevareh: *Cough* Brooden can be found in the depot, where he usually is. Look around back.
PapaTymisonn: *tosses his rebar staff over his shoulders* Got it. *heads out*
TheGreatNevareh: Be careful and my G-d be with you, heer Hunters.
Ziratha3: *starts walking to the depot*
Proven Paradox: Well, let's the sooner we start, the sooner we're done. *Walks to the depot*
Ziratha3: I wonder who this 'manhatten' is?
Lithaladhwen: *adjusts her hat and swings her cane as she follows*
PapaTymisonn: Probably someone important. Does it matter?
TheGreatNevareh: ::The depot is actually the same building on the opposite face. Here you find a wagon with rubber tires being loaded by a man who for all intents and purposes could be a stick.
TheGreatNevareh: ::It's obvious he's stronger than he looks, though.::
Lithaladhwen: *tilts her head curiously* Hm. Hey!
TheGreatNevareh: ::He's hefting some well-bound tinder into the wagon.::
TheGreatNevareh: <Joachim Brooden>
Ziratha3: Hello! Brooden, right?
TheGreatNevareh: Hm?
Proven Paradox: (Is there a precidented symbol for thoughts? Or are those left out?)
TheGreatNevareh: (IM: which stands for "Inner Monologue")
Lithaladhwen: (IM:thoughts)
Ziratha3: What kind of equipment you load for us? *rubs back of head*
Proven Paradox: IM: Even skinnier than I was before The Serum... I wouldn't have though that possible...
TheGreatNevareh: Oh, you're the- *Gets a look at you*
Lithaladhwen: *pulls out her notebook and flips through it, glancing about the room*
TheGreatNevareh: Yes. You're the Hanters.
PapaTymisonn: That's us.
TheGreatNevareh: *Has a funny accent*
Ziratha3: Yup.
TheGreatNevareh: *Like everyone else in this part of Ontario...(
Proven Paradox: *Nods* Either that or a minature circus.
Lithaladhwen: Circus. Now there's an idea.
Ziratha3: *stares at the plant man*
TheGreatNevareh: Welp, I've gat yah saam teender, fudd fer a week, fairewood...
Lithaladhwen: What kind of food?
TheGreatNevareh: Beeries. Noots. Jarkey.
PapaTymisonn: ... *stares back at Edward* Yes? ^_^
Ziratha3: IM: what kind of an accent is that?
Lithaladhwen: Hm. Okay. Good enough for me.
Ziratha3: Oh, sorry, never seen a plant growing out of a person before...
Proven Paradox: IM: Jerkey... God, how can people eat that crap?
TheGreatNevareh: Sam roots, potahtes, some ahil...
TheGreatNevareh: Yer latters, a'course...
Lithaladhwen: Wait, what's "ahil"?
Proven Paradox: "Ahil?"
TheGreatNevareh: Ahil. Paahnut ahil.
Ziratha3: IM: Oil?
Proven Paradox: Peanut oil?
Lithaladhwen: Oh. *writes this in her notebook*
TheGreatNevareh: *Looks at you funny.* Yah frai stahf innit.
Lithaladhwen: Thank you. I know.
Proven Paradox: *Nods*
TheGreatNevareh: IM: Thees peepal'sre Hanters?
Ziratha3: Anything else?
Proven Paradox: IM: I will never get used to that accent...
TheGreatNevareh: Yer leeters, a'course.
Ziratha3: IM: leeters?
PapaTymisonn: Um... leeters?
PapaTymisonn: o.o
TheGreatNevareh: Ain sam kuxen acase y'need t'bah summin.
TheGreatNevareh: Leeters a'intradokshin.
Lithaladhwen: *writes furiously in her notebook, starting at the spine and going to the edge of the page*
Lithaladhwen: I'm sorry. I wasn't listening.
Lithaladhwen: What?
TheGreatNevareh: Fer the Hunterjaar in Haldenburgh.
Ziratha3: Oh, Letters!
PapaTymisonn: OH... OK...
TheGreatNevareh: Thas whatteye said. Leeters.
Ziratha3: Of course thats what you said, Leeters.
PapaTymisonn: ... sorry. ... uh... Hunters have... bad hearing?
Proven Paradox: *Sighs* To the point, are you through loading the wagon, or is there more?
TheGreatNevareh: ((ASIDE! Welcome to the wonderful world of the really strange barter system that Ontario uses!))
TheGreatNevareh: ((There isn't really any money but there ARE marks that denote partial ownership of the duchy.))
TheGreatNevareh: ((These are Kuxen- literally, shares of the Duchy.)
TheGreatNevareh: ((They don't have any monetary value, but they have POLITICAL value since the more Kuxen you have the more votes you get when an election comes around.))
Lithaladhwen: (brb)
Proven Paradox: (Damn politics, complicating everything.)
TheGreatNevareh: ((The leader of the Duchy is the Statdholder, who has a majority of the shareholders of Ontario behind him or her.))
TheGreatNevareh: ((So you have essentially had a small interest in the Duchy of Ontario handed to you.))
TheGreatNevareh: ((End aside!))
PapaTymisonn: (Nift.)
TheGreatNevareh: (And Lith is away. Thus we're on hold for a teensy bit.))
Proven Paradox: (Sounds like a good opportunity to use the bathroom and get a coke or two... I'll be back in a sec.)
PapaTymisonn: (Kay-o)
Proven Paradox: (Back, with fries!)
TheGreatNevareh: ((This is somewhat funny.))
Ziratha3 has left the room.
Proven Paradox: (...?)
TheGreatNevareh: (He closed it accidentally.)
TheGreatNevareh: (Or are you talking about the link?)
Ziratha3 has left the room.
Proven Paradox: (Both.
Proven Paradox: (I want those minutes back.)
Ziratha3 has entered the room.
TheGreatNevareh: (I love that song.)
TheGreatNevareh: (It comes from the play "Avenue Q" which makes fun of Sesame Street.)
PapaTymisonn: (*downloading copious amounts of Family Guy music*)
PapaTymisonn: (I'mmuna make a CD!)
TheGreatNevareh: ((It's a musical that's done in the style of a children's educational show except it's clearly aimed at adults with songs like "Everyone's a Little Bit Racist," "It Sucks to be Me,")
TheGreatNevareh: (And, of course, "The Internet is for Porn)
TheGreatNevareh: ((Mmmkay, if anyone needs to go we'll just stop here.))
TheGreatNevareh: ((Unless ALL of you are willing to wait.))
Proven Paradox: (I don't really have anything going on for at least two hours.)
PapaTymisonn: (I'll keep the window open, but IM me if Lith comes back.
TheGreatNevareh: ((I'll monitor. Y'all go do other stuff if you want to.))
Proven Paradox: (I've got my windows set up to monitor and surf the web...
Proven Paradox: (I.e. if anyone says anything in the chat, I see it.)
TheGreatNevareh: ((*Shrug* Mmmkay.))
Ziratha3: (In about half an hour I have to go to bed.)
Lithaladhwen has left the room.
Proven Paradox: (Bad sign...)
Ziratha3: (I have to go to bed, can we finish this at a later date?)
TheGreatNevareh: (Sure. Someone chatlog.)
Proven Paradox: (*Shrug* Sounds like what we'll have to do anyway. I've got this logged, I think.)
Ziratha3: (ok, thanks)
Ziratha3: (cya)
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Proven Paradox: (Saved. Do I post this on the boards now?)
TheGreatNevareh: (Nope.)
Proven Paradox: (Okay...)
Proven Paradox: (Well, unless there's something specific I need to do with this log, I'mma log off.
Proven Paradox: (Later.)
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