GarouMUSH as Roger - Wednesday, December 08, 1999, 9:59 PM
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Rina's eyes narrow a little. "Dancing, what's it look like." She glances down at
herself for a moment, and then looks up with a cynical little curve on her lips.
"And I could be wearin' a lot less." Indeed, there are quite a few women who
are.
Roger nods at this slightly and allows a similar slight curve to affect his
lips. "But then... I might be too tempted to be wearing less as well. And who
knows what problems that would cause. Besides, you wear too little and you don't
leave enough to the imagination."
+who
Locations Players
OOC Lounge and Gnawer Truckstop Adam Adele Cinder
Dante Foxtrot X Guest-of-
Guest-of- Kaz Nim
Tim Carni Vicki Zohar
Kent Crossing, East Side Lexi Renee Xena
Hostel(#1150RADHJ) Allistair
Eamon's Apartment(#1347RAJ) Eamon
Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room Stacey
Attic Duncan
The Sept Compound Derrick
Forest South of Kent Crossing Seeker
Dakota's Apt.-Silverton Apts.(#2559RJ) Lisa
2970 Concord Street - Entrance Lobby(#2970RAJL Cari
Bawn: Eastern Forest Piotr
Whispering Pines - Vicki's Apt(#3044RJ) Collin
Temple(#3322RAJL) Rina Roger
Drew's Loft(#3994RJ) Drew
Rina's smile comes, slow and crooked and just a little wicked as well. She nods
in answer. "Y'think?" One heel starts catching the beat, slower tune now, voices
blending over languid drums.
Roger steps forward towards Rina, the other foot then steping back a bit...
leaving him a bit closer then he was before as he begins to move to the tune. "I
try not to as much as possible... I like to let myself flow with the music in
the air, without letting thought get in the way. You understand, I think."
Rina nods, letting her eyes drift closed. She can't quite let herself go,
perhaps--but the grace is there, the message quieter as she dances, as her hands
fall free to shape the way of the music through her space.
Roger lets his smile fade to a serious stare as he whispers again to her, only
for you to hear. "You're still thinking... you don't have to do that. Even you,
human, have the triat screaming within you, listen. Don't dance to these drums,
dance to your own drums." as he says this he steps around behind her and
whispers close to her ear. His dancing becomes more frantic, not exactly
following the beat, but not betraying them either... mixing what he hears, with
what he knows to be true. As he steps around her again his hands begin to trace
odd runic patterns in the air, with speed as well as dexterous smoothness."
Eyes closed, Rina lets her head fall back--and loses herself again, slowly, her
body finding its own way through the maze of slow, interlocking rhythms. She
wraps both arms around herself, hands moving across her shoulders, and then she
opens her arms once more, letting them rise above her head, wrists crossing and
recrossing in graceful spiraling movements.
Roger continues to stare about Rina. "You do understand." is all he says as he
steps close enough to Rina to feel the heat she gives off as he closes his eyes.
A pleasant and wild smile infect Roger's face while he lets his soul control
him, forgetting the real world for now... all except the kin he shares his heat
with.
From afar, to Rina and Roger, Zohar waves. Anything happening down there that
someone could skulk around just to be /doing/ something besides sitting in this
lounge?
Songs pass by, a timeless whirl of them lost in the trance. She doesn't avoid
him, but she never quite touches, never quite presses close--though the dark
eyes are certainly aware, half-lidded, glancing to him occasionally.
You paged Rina and Zohar with 'There is nothing stopping you from coming here.
It's a public room, just with two people dancing...'.
From afar, to Rina and Roger, Zohar simply likes to ask before barging into any
sort of scene, is all. :)
Zohar pages to Rina and Roger: So, er, maybe its dumb to ask, but what sort of
place /is/ this 'Temple'?
You paged Rina and Zohar with 'The kind 'normal' people avoid.'.
Information for Zohar (Alias 'Rook'):
Zohar is connected.
Location: OOC Lounge and Gnawer Truckstop
Other Name(s): Zo. Just... Zo. Rook. Twilight's Shadow.
Race: Garou Sex: Female
Breed: Homid Auspice: Ragabash
Tribe: Shadow Lords Rank: 2 (Fostern)
Pack: Not Set Sept: Shrouded Sun
Position: That is for me to know, and you /never/ to fully figure out.
Info: Anyone with ties to the New Orleans area may have heard whispers
about, or caught glimpses of, the Shadow Lord No-Moon known only as 'Zo', or
'Rook'. A shady figure, with perhaps a shadier past (the rumours always varied
so much), she always seemed to show up wherever corruption brewed, a glint on
her dark glasses and a smirk on her features. Why she's 'flown the nest' and
come to St. Claire, is anyone's guess. And that's just how she likes it.
"Power, corrupts. I have no desire for 'power', but I enjoy taking it
away from those it has corrupted."
"As the walls are closing in, and the colors fade to black, as my eyes
are falling, fast and deep, into me. I follow the tracks that lead me
down, and I never follow what's right. And they wonder sometimes when
they see all the sadness and pain the truth brings to light... If I
cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow
regret?... And in darkness all that I can see, the frightened and the
weak, are forced to cling to mistakes they know nothing of... at mercy
are the meek." - Sarah McLachlan, "Black".
"On the stiff twig up there,
Hunches a wet black rook
Arranging its feathers in the rain." - "Black Rook in Rainy
Weather," Sylvia Plath
Zohar pages to Rina and Roger: Define 'normal'. ;P
You paged Rina and Zohar with 'Middle class, safe, people.'.
Zohar pages to Rina and Roger: Oh, well, feh.
Zohar has arrived.
Roger whirls around and kneels before her at the sudden ending beat of a song,
as if he knew it was coming and embraced it to himself, not to let it go. "This
is what I live for Rina..." he says as he looks up at her, "The music of life is
a powerful beat." As another song hits the room he sighs happily. "Too powerful
to be understood in one song."
l zohar
Disaffected non-chalance seems to be this young woman's perpetual mood. Standing
a few inches beneath six feet, posssessed of an angular, yet athletic build, she
blends in well with the 'young urban biker goth' crowd. Dark auburn hair, the
ends spiked black, frames a narrow, arrogant face, with deep-set, dark eyes, a
thin, aquiline nose, and lips that seem constantly upturned in a knowing smirk.
When she deigns to speak, her voice holds a low, throaty Lauren Bacall-esque
tone. Knee high black leather boots, bearing wide straps and silver buckles, are
worn over a pair of tight black leather pants. A sleeveless black micro-tee
shirt reveals a circular black-inked 'Tribal' pattern belly-button tattoo. Some
type of vinyl or plastic, perhaps electrical tape, winds around the base of her
shirt, tightening it around her rib cage. A long, black leather coat falls
almost to her ankles, and black cut-off biker gloves are visible at the hems of
the sleeves. The coat is reminiscent of an Australian duster, but the snakeskin
texture, chrome zippers, and slits in the side and back mark it as being made
more for motorcycle riding than for horseback riding.
Startled, Rina looks down at him, dark eyes suddenly quite aware. She offers an
odd, guarded, 'you're insane' sort of smile, and then holds out a hand.
"Understood at /all/," she answers, voice not quite cutting though the music.
The wildness flashes into her eyes again, and she glances toward one of the bars
before looking back to him. "I'm gonna get a drink, want anything?"
She's not really seen entering the club. She's not really seen moving through
it. The woman with the black-tipped red hair just seems to, well... /be/. All at
once blending into the usual 'background' of the club scene, yet somehow
standing apart. Of course, that could be because she's the only person not
dancing, or, rather, writhing where she just happens to be. Instead, she looks
calmly bored, as others dance around her, some practically on top of her.
Roger shakes his head sharply, as if shaking an unwanted presence away from
himself. Taking her hand to help him stand up he shudders slightly. "I could
use... a purple mind-eraser. If I know this kind of place, the bartender should
know how to make one."
Temple(#3322RAJL)
This building, obviously an ex-church of some kind, provides a slightly raw
acoustic for the pounding music--muffled only by dusty velvet and tapestry
hangings on the stone walls. Pillars march down the nave, which has become the
main dance floor; a black-pipe grid about fifty feet overhead holds the fixtures
and dark-colored lights that sweep the mass of dancers. It's evidently quite the
nouveau-goth hangout of St. Claire--boasting more piercings per capita than the
punkest of thrash clubs, and more decaying brocade than Anastasia's Antique
Emporium downtown.
The sanctuary at the far end of the building is still cordoned off, often used
for "entertainments" of varying type and quality. At other times, exhibitionists
crowd the higher stepped platform of the sanctuary, or dance on the smaller
raised areas around some of the pillars along the nave. A cube of chainlink
fence to one side of the sanctuary houses the CD spinner and DJ of the evening.
One side chapel holds the main bar of the club; the other chapels along the
sides of the church serve as seating areas, filled with castoff furniture in
dark colors and the occasional unlit candelabra or swath of dark fabric.
Tattered, stained velvet sofas and settees, tucked into the little 'rooms',
provide conversation areas somewhat shielded from the noise. The back chapels,
arranged in an arc behind the sanctuary, provide dark places for the
Nachtskinder to play, exchanging their money for sex, drugs, and other vices.
The arched double doors of the main church entrance lead back out to the street.
The wood panels are tall and imposing; only one of them usually can be opened. A
bouncer stands beside it at a tall podium.
In both corners, enclosed staircases lead up to the second-floor galleries--
balconies from which those less inclined to dance can watch the writhing below.
Contents:
Zohar
Rina
Obvious exits:
Front Doors
You paged the room with 'For the love of god I'm back!'.
Zohar pages to the room: Connections problems?
You paged the room with 'Why is it that my connection dies when I'm in the
middle of good RP... everytime!'.
Zohar pages to the room: Got the last pose, and Rina had one pose, and then
nnothing. :)
You paged the room with 'Aww... so sweet of you to wait. Thank you. :)'.
Midori pages to Rina, Zohar, and Roger: Anyone mind if I drop in?
Rina flips dark hair out of her eyes, and lifts a shoulder as she releases him.
The band shifts to a new song, faster, and her heel catches the beat--as if her
body complains of the prospect of stopping. She looks up, watches her hands as
they trace patterns above her; the arch of her back deepens slowly.
From afar, to Midori, Zohar, and Roger, Rina invited you, so doesn't mind at
all. :>
Midori has arrived.
Midori pages to the room: AFK for a moment. Don't mind me yet.
Zohar moves through the sparse 'throngs' of tightly-woven dancers here and
there, making her way towards the bar. Oddly 'detached' seeming, almost as if
she were simply some kind of 'outside observer', she throws a leg over a
barstool, makes some vague hand-motion to the bartender, and is soon served with
a drink almost as black as her outfit.
Roger hrms happily as she gets back into the dance. "You do that so well... I
wouldn't blame myself for staying here all night with your kind of energy. I
guess I'll get the drinks." He then leans in to whisper in her ear, "What do you
want to drink chica?"
Locations Players
The Oriental Regency Cinder
OOC Lounge and Gnawer Truckstop Adele Brigid Dante
Drew Foxtrot X Pete Barl
Rusty Tim Carni Vicki
Highway 22, Near the Forest Crazy-Cab
Kent Crossing, East Side Carma Lexi Xena
Hostel(#1150RADHJ) Allistair
Attic Louisa
Forgotten Church(#1801RAJLM) Elan Seirian
Riverfront Drive Historical District Jason
WWNP: North Forest Renee
Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room Ricky
Whispering Pines-Apt. A-6(#2634RJ) Kristine
Cave on the Island(#2648RAJh) Andrea Soren
2970 Concord Street - Entrance Lobby(#2970RAJL Cari
Bawn: Eastern Forest Piotr
Whispering Pines - Vicki's Apt(#3044RJ) Collin
Temple(#3322RAJL) Midori Rina Roger
Zohar
Rina stands on tiptoe to tell him. "Scotch. Straight up."
Roger but nods to move off to retrieve the drinks. Returning shortly later with
a glass of scotch and another glass containing three liquids, stacked on top of
each other, the bottom one a pure purple... and a straw.
Zohar pages to the room: No offense to y'all, but a person I've needed to track
down to do some 'arriving to the city' foo is on now, so I'm going to wander on
back out of here...
Rina pages to the room: No worries.
You paged the room with 'No problem Zohar, enjoy the RP.'.
As unobtrusively as she entered, the auburn-spiked-black haired woman leaves.
Few people, if any, really notice her coming or her going.
Zohar has left.
She meets him at the edge of the dance floor, plucking her drink out of his hand
neatly. A serious swallow, and she glances over toward the floor, sidelong.
Roger nods to her and speaks out loud now. "Afraid to leave it?"
Rina glances back to him with a bemused smile, shaking her head in answer. She
downs another swallow of the scotch--evidently aiming for numb.
Roger ponders a moment then smiles as he puts his lips to the straw of the
'minderaser'. With one quick inhalation, he takes down all three thick layers of
liquid, one after another. He suddenly shivers strongly with a slight convulsion
in aftereffect of the drink. "Damn, I wonder why I drink those. mmmmm... Now I
remember." he says this last part as a warm expression comes over him. "I'll
take these cups back to the bar and rejoin you on the floor?"
Rina looks up at him, a little bemused. She knocks back the remaining third of
her shot, and hands it to him. "Sure... if you can find me." Then she turns and
threads her way out into the crowd. Things are beginning to pick up, now.
Stats for Roger, a Garou who is wearing homid form:
Strength: 3 (3) Charisma: 2 (2) Perception: 3 (3) Willpower: 4 (4)
Dexterity: 2 (2) Manipulation:2 (2) Intelligence:5 (5) Gnosis: 4 (4)
Stamina: 3 (3) Appearance: 2 (2) Wits: 2 (2) Rage: 4 (4)
Backgrounds:Resources:2 Totem:3
Gifts: Sense Wyrm Beast Speech Control Simple Machine CREATE ELEMENT
Rites:
Roger moves quickly to the bar and places the glasses down near the edge,
turning around he grins something that would border on mischievous as he makes
his way back to find Rina.
She has a dark corner now, a place free of the crowd--somewhere with space to
dance, and anonymity.
Roger looks about the place, plotting the paths people make as they make their
chaotic movements. He then walks quickly along a course he set in his mind to
get him to Rina quickly and without commotion. As he nears her he slows down and
circles to the side of her near the wall of her corner, moving in almost like a
predator hunting a startled prey, soft grin worn on his face. He 'meows' softly
as he gets close enough for her to hear him. "Nice place you have over here..."
From afar, to Rina, Midori, and Roger, Zohar actually just falls into bed, due
to a nasty headache... but thanks for letting me fall into rp even if just to
skulk a few moments. :)
Rina turns, dark eyes flickering open. There is something new in them, a
brightness, something that tips the scales; her former wildness seems nothing
next to this. Drugs, perhaps? She looks at him, takes a single step back.
Roger rolls his fingers in the air before him and a small puff of flame appears
within it. This right before he steps forward, staring at her eyes. "There is
danger in your eyes, enticing. Different. Beautiful." He then completes another
steps towards her to put him right before her.
You paged Rina with 'If only Rina or Roger really had a clue what they were
doing.'.
From afar, Rina laughs. Oh, Rina does, a bit. Playing with fire.
You paged Rina with 'Almost literally.'.
Rina's gaze flashes to the brightness, echoing the flame in absolute black. Her
pupils are huge, dilated, when she looks up to him again. A small shake of her
head and she says, quietly, "No danger. And nothing you want."
Roger frowns and whines softly. "Who are you to tell me what I want?" he's
almost close enough now to pin her to the wall should he want to. A more serious
tone flows from his now. "Maybe you are afraid of me? Curse and all, it would
make sense... Tell me, what do you want?" the last is said very quietly yet with
a hard edge enforcing the question with a dangerous, urgent tone.
Confusion flickers across her face, followed by a strange, lost expression,
faintly thoughtful. "An end to pain," she says earnestly. "To die, to sleep, for
in that sleep of death, what dreams may come..."
Roger shakes his head at this. "To be... or not... to be, that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous
fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them. To
die, to sleep-- no more-- and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the
thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation devoutly to
be wished. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this
mortal coil, must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so
long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time...
You paged the room with 'I had to... I had to memorize that recently, so I
thought I might as well use it.'.
Rina swallows, watching him. "I don't want it anymore. But I have to stay here."
Information for Rina:
Rina is connected.
Email address: rina@byte-me.org (IC email!!!)
WWW Page: http://www.byte-me.org/~rina
Location: Temple(#3322RAJL)
Other Name(s): Not Set
Race: Human Sex: female
Position: SCCU junior... maybe. Music and Fine Arts major.
Info: True to her ancestry, Rina Vencenzo seems to have an instinct
for the streets. Since her arrival at SCCU in the fall of 1996, she's become one
of the city's most well-connected students--at least, well-connected to the
street. Though not directly involved in gang warfare or drugs, she keeps herself
informed; she's well-known both on the south side, and around SCCU. Students
might know her face from classes, or from 1997's disastrous Macbeth. In the
slums and on the club scene, she's known by the nickname "Angel"; on the web,
her sparse site has links to electronic music resources and the EFF.
Your absence has gone through me
like thread through a needle.
Everything I do
is stitched with its color.
--W. S. Merwin
Roger frowns at this and mutters to himself. "Have to? Have to? What do you have
to do? There is nothing in this world you have to do at all... I thought you
understood." A low growl comes from Roger's throat. "What is it that you believe
keeps you from leaving?"
"Someone needs me. To be somewhere." The girl's voice is terse, clear through
the music. "Otherwise I'd say fuck it all." Her eyes are adamant, her jaw set.
Roger nods to this now, expression clearing. "Someone?" he asks pressing himself
closer to her. "Someone important... who needs you... who you care for... who
cares about you?"
Rina nods quickly. "She'd be hurt. She was hurt. So angry." Then she shakes her
head, sober as a child. "I don't want t'hurt anyone, I don't, ever."
Roger nods to this and then softly, as if dropping some sort of curtain he had
up all night... Roger pulls off his hat and gives Rina a gentle but firm hug. "I
understand..."
Rina is tense against that embrace, but allows it. When she draws back, she
turns away and begins stalking away through the wild crowd of dancers.
Roger calls after her loud enough for her to here. "Rina... I want to dance with
you again sometime. Will you be here for me in the future?"
Locations Players
The Oriental Regency Dakota
OOC Lounge and Gnawer Truckstop Adele Dante Drew
Guest-of- Outlaw Rusty
Seirian Tim Carni
Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room Carma Lexi Louisa
Stacey
Whispering Pines-Apt. A-6(#2634RJ) Kristine
Cave on the Island(#2648RAJh) Andrea
Brigid's Room(#2904RJ) Brigid
Whispering Pines - Vicki's Apt(#3044RJ) Collin
Temple(#3322RAJL) Midori Rina Roger
Two Eagles Bluff(#3332RJh) Little Be
There's no answer--just a last glimpse of a dark form, darting through the
crowd.
You paged the room with 'I'll need to remember to ask her who this 'someone' is
in the future.'.
Rina goes home.
Rina has left.
+ooc
OOC Lounge and Gnawer Truckstop
"Cheap Fo d" reads the sputtering neon sign outside, and it's true. Inside you
can get the All-American Fried Breakfast for 4 bucks and change; a huge mound of
country ham, bacon, sausage, eggs and chitlins served up hot in a sizzling
skillet. Uncle Pedro's 'Fire In The Hole' Home-Made Chili Sauce is extra,
though.
Behind the counter is Ernie Tubbs, deed-named Macon Bacon, a down-home Gnawer
that's been serving the truckers of the southeast for nigh on thirty years now.
Macon knows the score and where the bodies are buried (he put most of them there
himself), and he don't talk to nobody 'cept the good ol' boys what earn an
honest buck haulin' grub across this great land of ours.
This room is intended as a place for OOC and other meta-conversation about the
game and as a place for new characters to be introduced to it; if you're not
feeling hospitable toward new players or guests, it's suggested that you not
hang out here, as they're likely to pop up at random.
To get back to the IC part of the game, type '+ic'.
Contents:
Little Bear
Guest-of-Uktena
Seirian
Rusty
Drew
Dante
Adele
Tim Carnie(#3633PJce)
Dinotime Object(#3170IV$)
Sample Werewolf(#3182Vs)
Megan's Unpacked Garou Code(#359V$)
Example Code Object(#2961Vs$)
Roger waves.
From afar, Rina grins. Well. That was interesting.
Rina pages: Thanks!
Tim Carnie says "Heya Roger"
You paged Rina with 'Interesting... definatly works.'.
You say "Hey there Carnie."
Dante looks around, frightened, "Carnies? Where? Keep them away!"
Little Bear grins.
Little Bear dangles carnival people over Dante's head.
Little Bear says "They've got NO TEETH."
Henry has arrived.
Dante hides behind Henry.
Adele wanders off towards bed.
+who
Locations Players
OOC Lounge and Gnawer Truckstop Adele Dante Drew
Guest-of- Henry Little Be
Roger Rusty Seirian
Tim Carni
Farmhouse: Hallway and Living Room Lexi Stacey
Barnyard Weighs-th
Whispering Pines-Apt. A-6(#2634RJ) Kristine
Brigid's Room(#2904RJ) Brigid
Bawn: Western Forest Carma
Whispering Pines - Vicki's Apt(#3044RJ) Collin
Temple(#3322RAJL) Midori
2970 Concord Street - Apartment 3C(#3335RAFJ) Rina
Adele has disconnected.
Dante taunts Little Bear in return with mimes.
Little Bear screams like a woman.
Dante is triumphant.
Little Bear sniffs.
Little Bear says "When I'm a cliath I'll get you!"
Little Bear says "And your little unicorn too!"
Tim Carnie grins. "Who died and made YOU Venger?"
Little Bear uses the Sky Runner gift and writes out 'surrender Dante' across the
wild blue yonder.
Seirian has disconnected.
Dante thbbbts. "Besides, it's not me you have to worry about. I'm your friend."
Little Bear says "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer ;)"
Little Bear is getting a nice hate on for the SLs. :)
Guest-of-Uktena says "Why's that, LB?"
Rusty has disconnected.
Dante says "Keep your enemies closer? So you're going to be packing with Stacey
then?"
Little Bear says "Cuz Natasha dismissed me and took Yuki into the cave when I
was talking to her. Bite your tongue, Dante ;)"
Little Bear says "And Yuki told me they were MEAN to her."
Little Bear says "She said they made her sit outside in the cold all night and
figure out how to shift by herself and hunt by herself and all she caught were a
few grasshoppers and a squirrel."
Dante says "Of course they were. They're Shadow Lords. Let's take her away and
make her a different tribe."
Little Bear says "That's what I said. :)"
Little Bear says "She said they told her she belonged to your tribe more."
Guest-of-Uktena thinks that's pretty mild for the SL's.
Little Bear says "I said if they thought she was a CoG why didn't se leave them
and go to the Cogs."
Little Bear says "She said she was a SL. I said 'but your elder told you you
were CoG.' She said she later overheard them talking and said she was a SL."
Little Bear says "I'm like 'they LIED to you? Their own CUB?'"
Little Bear says "You DO need to leave. :)"
Dante says "Dante cubnapped her. If she was a Coggie he would have kept her."
Little Bear says "He should've kept her anyway. :P"
Dante says "He does feel awful, though."
Little Bear says "She doesn't even speak English."
Dante has this honor thing which gets in the way of that.
Dante is feeling guilty now, thanks.
Little Bear grins.
Little Bear told her if she wanted she could run away and join the Wendigo.
Dante thinks about talking to Andrea about this.
Little Bear left her a nice rabbit to eat.
Little Bear says "Though knowing her elders they'll take it and eat it in front
of her as a lesson about depending on others :P"
Guest-of-Uktena says "Did LB go to SL territory?"
Little Bear says "Yup."
Little Bear says "Up to the clearing."
Guest-of-Uktena remember when Lou got a beating for just that.
Dante says "God, do I hate Shadow Lords. And I went on my RoP with one. :)"
Little Bear grins.
Guest-of-Uktena says "They have some mighty fine rpers in the tribe, though."
Little Bear says "Stacey keeps saying we should go on a RoP together. I'm like
'neither of us would come back'"
Dante pokes Little Bear. "You're such an oblivious goof."
Tim Carnie grins. "This is bringing back memories." :)
The disconnected players and puppets tick off ol' Macon once too often and he
pulls out his shotgun Lulu-belle. Head for the hills, boys.
Outlaw has left.
Guest-of-Bear has left.
Seirian has left.
Rusty has left.
Adele has left.
Drew goes home.
Drew has left.
Little Bear says "Oblivious to what?"
Henry sorry what?
Dante says "Stacey is my alt, you goof. :-)"
Little Bear laughs!
Little Bear says "She is not!"
Henry oh hell, what does one strike a match on if the cover doesn't work?
Dante says "Yes she is. :-)"
Little Bear says "Um. sand paper?"
Dante says "Look at my web page."
Little Bear says "Your face if you haven't shaved?"
Little Bear refuses to believe it. :)
Guest-of-Uktena says "A brick."
Henry says "Log 'er in, Dante."
Henry has neither brick nor sandpiper.
Dante says "She is logged in."
Henry oh, wait, sandPAPER. I was wondering why I'd strike a match on a
sandpiper.
Guest-of-Uktena says "A cutting board in the kitchen?"
Dante says "Plovers are rough."
Henry says "It's a flimsy paper match, I might add, not a good one."
Dante thinks he's blown LB's mind.
Little Bear laughs.
Little Bear feels faint. Needs to sit down :)
Little Bear says "I can't believe I sang that song to you :)"
Little Bear says "I feel so stupid now :)"
Little Bear says "Try snapping the head, henry"
Dante is quite the kick-ass rp'er, ain't I?
Little Bear says "yeah yeah yeah."
Dante says "I thought it was hilarious. :)"
Little Bear says "You're very smart. Shut up ;)"
Little Bear wonders if it ever got back to her ;)
Henry says "Snapping the head?"
Little Bear says "Snap your fingers on the head of the match. Kind of hold it
between your fingers and try to snap. Works best if your hands are calloused. Or
you can try the bottom of your shoe. Keep one finger on the matchead to keep it
close to the surface you're striking it against."
Dante says "Dante and she don't run in the same circles. Kind of would negate
the purpose of an alt."
Little Bear grins.
Little Bear says "OK."
Little Bear was kinda hoping it'd get back to her and piss her off, but that's
just me ;) I didn't tell enough people. It wasn't good enough :P
Dante says "If it makes you feel better, LB, she was a haven alt for a long
time. I didn't tell anyone (on purpose) until a couple weeks ago."
Little Bear grins. Oh good.
Henry fails to get anywhere lighting this damned thing.
Dante thinks Henry won't do well post-Y2K.
Little Bear laughs.
Little Bear says "You need better matches. Or a nice lighter ;)"
Little Bear says "Do you have a stove?"
Little Bear says "Turn on the burner and touch the match to it."
Little Bear says "After it heats up of course."
Henry gives in and goes to light the damned menorah on the gas burner.
Little Bear laughs!
Dante says "Really, given what Haunnakah's all about, isn't that pretty ironic?"
Little Bear grins.
Little Bear says "I'd hate to see him attempt to light OIL."
Little Bear says "But you notice, you never do hear about tragic house fires
caused by menorahs."
Tim Carnie facepalms. "I think they make electric menorahs for this reason."
Dante | We have plenty of oil but now we can't get the lamps lighted!
Little Bear says "Always Christmas trees or lights."
Little Bear HRMS.
Dante says "Anyway, LB, you so misunderstand Stacey. :)"
Henry says "Mice never chew through a menorah."
Little Bear says "She's evil :)"
Dante says "She's just misunderstood. :)"
Little Bear says "UH huh."
Dante says "Oh well, I'll stop trying to convince you and let the rp fall where
it may. After tonight who knows how long she'll last anyway. :)"
Guest-of-Uktena must sleep. G'night.
Guest-of-Uktena has disconnected.
Little Bear says "Why, what's happening tonight?"
Dante says "Happened already. She just kind of had a little crisis. :)"
Little Bear grins. "Who 'misunderstood' her this time." ;)
Dante says "No one, really. I guess you'll just have to read the logs. Unlike
Dante, I try and keep what's happening in her head a secret, to make the rp fun.
:)"
Little Bear grins.
Little Bear says "Cool."
Little Bear has fun misunderstanding her. ;)
Little Bear says "Hey, you wanna real quick finish up the story I was telling
you the other night, or are you busy in another winder."
Dante is editing about a month worth's of logs, then I have to sleep.
Little Bear okies.
Locations Players
OOC Lounge and Gnawer Truckstop Dante Henry Little Be
Roger Tim Carni
Whispering Pines - Vicki's Apt(#3044RJ) Collin
Brownstown - Basement Apt.(#3328RJL) Signe
2970 Concord Street - Apartment 3C(#3335RAFJ) Rina
Drew's Loft(#3994RJ) Chaser Drew
Little Bear goes and showers then beds.
Little Bear says "Nite."
Little Bear has disconnected.
Tim Carnie rents Midsummer Night's Dream on DVD...and will now proceed to take
forever to watch it.
Dante says "Night! :)"
Dante has disconnected.
Roger heads off for bed. Night Peoples.
Tim Carnie says "Night Roger"
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