GarouMUSH as Roger - Wednesday, December 08, 1999, 9:59 PM ---------------------------------------------------------- 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" Thank you for visiting. Please return soon. *********** D I S C O N N E C T E D ***********