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Topic: Camelot City is in need of heroes (and locations)
Subject: Got the info...
...and am reviewing, now.
Hope to have some "fleshed out" ideas to you in the very near future. 
Posted on 2011-02-28 at 16:27:14.
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Topic: Old Wiz is probably done
Subject: =-(
Bummer... sorry to hear that... Old Wizard was a good read and just chock full of eye-candy.
Best of luck to both you and Laz in your future endeavors, though.
Posted on 2011-02-28 at 15:49:53.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Hmmm....
...Maybe Jal's ghost is hijacking the character sheet whilst it traverses the ether. 
Posted on 2011-02-28 at 13:56:30.
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Topic: Greetings
Subject: Hai-friggin-YAH!!!
Welcome aboard, Jason!
Not exactly sure why I got so vigorous, there, but, hey... I'm enthused! 
Good ta have ya, Innmate.
Posted on 2011-02-27 at 19:38:08.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: LOL
Firstly - If Percy's inspired the repeated screaming of "BOMBPOP" and utilizing ice cream as weaponry whilst intoxicated in real life then my job here is done.
Secondly - I wondered about the effects of commingling The Entertainer and My Heart Will Go On and thought about doing something about that in my last post but figured that's probably a lot like what it sounds like in Percy's head, anyway, so just "ignored" it.
And, Finally - Monkey-flippin' llama ranchers!!!
Reply post in the works.
Posted on 2011-02-27 at 15:18:10.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Reading the future, eh?
Flynn might be able to help, there... in a manner of speaking... Lemme consult that character sheet, again... 
Posted on 2011-02-26 at 22:14:14.
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Topic: Camelot City is in need of heroes (and locations)
Subject: Bodacious!
I'll check it out when I get home this evening.
Thanks.
Posted on 2011-02-25 at 17:49:11.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Nothin' wrong with that...
I, for one, am all for doing... something.
Posted on 2011-02-25 at 17:37:06.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Okay...
... so, there's a snippet of a beginning for Jal... I'll leave it there for the time being, in case Celeste has the urge to pick up any NPC interaction or whatnot.
Posted on 2011-02-25 at 17:32:52.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Enter the Spellbinder
Come mid-afternoon, The Bleeding Lute’s doorway opened, again, and the damp chill of the late spring day outside ushered another patron across the threshold and into the warmer embrace of the inn’s main hall. The new visitor stopped just inside and, as the door whispered shut at his back, leaned wearily on the gnarled, rune graven staff he carried in one slender hand. A tangled veil of unkempt, raven-hued locks spilled forth from the shadowed depths of the weather-damp cowl and, from behind that veil, a pair of ice-colored eyes slowly (yet somehow tentatively) surveyed the room before him. Droplets of rain trickled from what remained of the hem of the creature’s tattered, patchwork cloak to collect in tiny puddles around muddy, travel-worn boots that were obviously too large for the feet which they encased as, working from back to front, that pale gaze nervously took in each living figure and face sheltered within the tavern…
The wiry man at the desk cleared his throat after what might have been an overlong moment, interrupting the curious man’s silent perusal of the place. “Somethin’ I can help you with, lad,” he asked.
The creature’s gaze abandoned its slow sweep of the place, turning quickly to regard the man in silence for a long moment. Then, as its fingers flexed around the staff and the body beneath the threadbare cloak also turned toward the desk, the creature’s head cocked curiously to one side as if in some sort of sudden recognition… “Your name is… Henry,” a hushed voice asked (or had it been a statement?) from the depths of the cowl.
The man in the red hat nodded slowly… once… and stared back into the shadows from which those colorless eyes regarded him. “Aye,” he answered, offering nothing more.
The creature mirrored the nod; “I was told that you… have a library, here?”
Henry nodded again; “Of a sort.” Despite the ragged, beggar-like, and far from physically imposing appearance, there was something just a little off-putting… no… spooky… about this one, and the innkeep found it difficult to hold the man’s gaze. Mercifully, he didn’t have to for long
“Good,” the quiet voice answered as those pale eyes drifted away of their own volition, seemingly following the progress of another patron across the tavern – except, where his eyes went, there was no living person to be seen. “I should like a room, then,” the vagabond continued, “if you have one available.”
The innkeep arched a brow at that and, skeptically eyed the waiflike figure for a moment before offering one more nod. “If you’ve got the coin to pay, lad,” he said, “I’ve got one available.”
A soft laughter issued from within the cowl, then, and a second hand emerged from beneath the patchwork cloak and deposited a silver coin on the desktop. “That should be enough, should it not… for a night or two?”
Henry’s lips curled into a somewhat surprised smile and he reached for his ledger. “It should,” he agreed, opening the ledger with one hand and sweeping the coin off the desk with the other, “What’s your name, lad?”
“Jal,” the traveler answered, “Jal Spellbinder.”
((OOC: Just a little bit to get started... more to come, I'm sure...))
Posted on 2011-02-25 at 17:30:43.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Thank you...
...that's just about perfect.
Have a post for you soonishly.
Posted on 2011-02-25 at 16:15:00.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Ooooh!
I just realized that this setting might just be perfect to...er... "resurrect," shall we say, one of my favorite rules-based characters from my time here at the Inn and give him a whirl in a freeform setting.
One quick question for our "guide" before I get started, though... Can I get a little input as to season, time of day, and perhaps weather conditions, please?
Posted on 2011-02-25 at 03:01:08.
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Topic: Safari Zone Q&A
Subject: Just to let you know... I've been lurking...
...and enjoying this read quite a bit.
Great job, folks.
Posted on 2011-02-25 at 02:44:13.
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Topic: Still looking for a game
Subject: Well...
... I know that Loki is recruiting for The Warlock of Firetop Mountain... It's rules based, but if I know Loki in the least little bit, it'll most likely have a freeform feel and you probably won't notice the rules too much.
Also, Darren has a game in the works called Footprints: Corruption in Tithuana that looks interesting and, if I've read everything correctly, so far, "rules lite."
I'm sure there are others looking for players but those two are freshest in my mind ATM. Check out the recruitments for these two... shoot a PM to the GMs if you've got any questions... and see if there might not be a fit.
Of course, if nothing else, you could always start one of your own... the way you write, I'm sure that you could head up a pretty spectacular freeform romp of your own.
Best of luck,
Eol
Posted on 2011-02-25 at 02:37:52.
Edited on 2011-02-25 at 02:39:16 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: heh...
...Not exactly where I thought that post was going to go but, hey, ya just can't predict Percy, I guess.
Posted on 2011-02-24 at 20:14:52.
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Topic: Tales of City Fantastico
Subject: Hip-hop turend into hit-pop... Pop, pop goes the weasel...
“BOOOM!!!” Percy tittered hysterically when the second bomb-pop ‘exploded’ on impact with the thug’s face and the icy shrapnel carved ribbons of flesh from bone.
“Weren’t expecting that, were you,” the maniacal ice cream man giggled, strolling almost casually towards the still quivering corpse of his second victim of the day, “No you weren’t…” As he advanced, half-giggling and half-humming along with The Entertainer, Percy seemed oblivious to the combat that still raged around him – one body, crumpled into a neat little ball by Giant Gerald, sailed past and slammed with devastating effect into another, yet another body, riddled with buckshot, flopped to the pavement beside him and he scarcely gave either a glance.
“…Nope,” Percy smiled a giant, rubber-lipped smile as he drew to a stop at the feet of the last sinner he had dropped, “You were expecting the flames of hell like your friend and all you got was Ice, Ice, Baby!” He laughed again, doing a creepy, rhythmless-white-guy version of the ‘cabbage patch’ along with those last words, and, then, reached down to retrieve what remained of the ‘unexploded’ but quickly melting bomb-pop. He examined the popsicle for a moment, flicking a speck of asphalt away from where it clung to one side and what looked like a fingernail from the other… then, with a shrug, he popped the treat into his mouth… Mmmmmm… bloody, brainy, and just a hint of lime…
Percy crouched beside the dead guy, then, and started rifling through the corpse’s pockets… “So, that was two bomb pops at $1.75… that’s $3.50… and, since your buddy’s money probably burnt to a cinder along with the rest of him, you’re going to need to come up with the thirty-three bucks for that Napalm Twist… What’s that? $36.50?”
((OOC: Up to the GM if Percy finds the money that he’s “owed,” of course… if shred-face has no $$$, Percy will “take it out in trade” by taking anything of any sort of worth he might find in the guy’s pockets… and, if there’s nothing of worth in those pockets, he’ll settle for an ear… or a finger… or a spleen…*shrug*))
Once the ice cream man had been properly paid for the treats he had passed out, he offered a cherry “thank you, have a nice day” to his customer, stuffed the payment into an apron pocket, and headed back toward the truck. “Not a bad start for a brand new route,” he grinned, coming to a stop next to Virago, and casting a curious albeit brief glance the bloody and beaten form of the man he’d rescued, “it usually takes more than one stop to make $40… I like Westside…” He crouched down next to The Boston Crazy and Beaten-to-a-pulp-boy and, having finished what remained of the bomb pop, pulled the stick from his mouth and pointed it at the barely-conscious man, “…but ur in da wrong neighborhood, muthaf***a. Didn’t you read the sign?”
He giggled again and turned his gaze towards Virago. “This guys doesn’t look so good,” he observed unnecessarily, “maybe we should put him in the cooler. Ice might take some of that swelling down, you think?”
Posted on 2011-02-24 at 20:13:48.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: "BOOM!"
LMFAO
I love it!!!
Is "awesome" sufficient enough a word to describe this?
No... I think not...
"Fantastico," perhaps?
Mmmmm... maybe...
Fantasticawesomesuperwickedbadassery?
I like that one... *nods*
Posted on 2011-02-24 at 17:54:41.
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Topic: Camelot City is in need of heroes (and locations)
Subject: Absolutely...
...send away!
As I said, after I first read this I couldn't keep my brain from cycling back to it and pulling piece-after-piece of idea and inspiration from the concept... I'm sure more info would just encourage my brain to flip into overdrive.
Posted on 2011-02-24 at 17:03:12.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Bears!
Also... I didn't realize that there were actual rules for wiffleball... as it turns out, though, there are!
Whoodathunktit? 
Posted on 2011-02-24 at 16:59:51.
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Topic: Camelot City is in need of heroes (and locations)
Subject: I think...
...it's okay, here, Skari. It's more of a "request for assistance" than "spamvertizing" I think. 
Also, I read this one when you first tacked it up and, as I've been pondering since then, my mind has run in a number of directions with a number of possibilities where this particular setting is concerned... The concept leaves it wiiide open, really... I mean, a Camelot City should have some kind of consortium (be it a super-hero team, corporate/gov't entity, or whatever) called "The Round Table," shouldn't it?
How about Avalon Park?
A hero known as Excalibur, perhaps (Marvel's already done the Excalibur "team" thing)?
Soooo many possibilities... If i manage to solidify any one thing as I continue to ponder, I'll be sure and let you know.
Posted on 2011-02-24 at 16:11:55.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: But...but...but...
...ice cream... 
Posted on 2011-02-24 at 14:59:52.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: We can hear you, now...
...Good...
Looking forward to the updates... been feeling my creativity rushing back, recently, and am eager to exploit it!
That sounded kinda dirty, huh?
Or is that just Sam? 
Posted on 2011-02-24 at 14:28:53.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: LOL
Oh, I'm sure there's probably a spare in the truck somewhere, Celeste.
Posted on 2011-02-23 at 19:41:27.
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Topic: City Fantastico Q&A: The Quest for Liquor and Shame
Subject: Well...
...as long as I don't have to break out the frozen bananas...
Posted.
Posted on 2011-02-23 at 17:11:29.
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Topic: Tales of City Fantastico
Subject: Bad Customers! Bad!
It took a little getting used to… all of the living people in the truck and the weird sensation that, even though he was probably still cooped up in his offices at Fantastico HQ, Mr Fantasti V was looking directly into his head… but, as he ferried the group along the beginnings of his new route into Westside, Percy managed not to let it get under his skin too much. There was the road to pay attention to, after all… had to watch for kids and customers and sinners and the like, didn’t he? And you couldn’t just drive over the other cars and people who weren’t customers, could you?
Well, you could, I guess, he grinned to himself as the truck rolled under the “WESTS!D3” arch, but that just seems too easy, doesn’t it? And a little indiscriminate… He slowed the truck when he caught sight of the faded words painted on the arch and, breaking away from his soft humming along with the music, read the words aloud; “Ur in the wrong neighborhood muthaf***as!”
“Huh,” he shrugged, grinning vaguely in Kate’s direction as he eased down on the accelerator, again, “I wonder how they know what neighborhood we’re going to? The guy at Fantastico did say Westside, didn’t he?”
“Wut the f*** you doing in Westside, beotch?”
Percy blinked and found his eyes drawn to a group of large black males huddled about something in the middle of the street. The music blaring from the boom box that one of them carried sent a visible shudder through the ice cream man and he reached over to turn up the volume on Turkey in the Straw in hopes of drowning it out…
“Ya, we ain't seen yer sorry white ass up in here before, homie.”
“Maybe they meant that guy is in the wrong neighborhood,” Percy noted, suddenly realizing what exactly he was looking at… Gang-beating is a sin, isn’t it?… and he eased the truck to a stop as he counted the new customers who had just taken notice of their arrival…
“Looks like someun's brought us some frozen treats, boyz” one said, reaching into a pocket and producing out a switchblade, “Must not be from 'round these parts.”
…Percy’s grin wriggled over his lips, then, and he put the truck in “Park” and unbuckled his seatbelt. He thought he heard one of the new customers say something about hospitality just before a Molotov was lobbed at the truck but, thankfully, missed – if any of his ice cream had melted because the thing landed home, Percy might have gotten a little upset – and erupted into a blaze behind them…
“How is that hospitality,” Percy wondered aloud as he climbed from his seat and turned for the back of the truck… Romeo slid past him, then, and Percy felt the truck rock faintly as the men stepped out into the street… “If gang-beating isn’t a sin,” Percy continued, mostly to himself, “trying to melt ice cream on purpose certainly is…”
"Hey Downhouser, Virago,” Romeo’s voice called from outside, “how about we show these thugs how to do this sort of thing properly?"
Giant Gerald and Vociferous Virago were already moving that way, of course, and it didn’t take Percy long to reach the cooler he was looking for. He whistled happily along with Turkey in the Straw as he pulled a couple of grenade shaped popsicles in homemade wrappers labeled “BOMB Pop” from the cooler and stuffed them in one pocket of his apron… Continued whistling as he produced a scalpel and an ice cream scoop from a drawer and relegated those to the other pocket… and gleefully sang the refrain as he filled a waffle cone with a generous serving of ‘napalm twist’ from the Xtreme Ice Cream Machine… “Hats on! Boots on! Yeeehaw! Sing a little song ‘bout a turkey in the straw!”
“Amateurs,” he heard Katie say just before a blast from her shotgun punctuated the statement…
…He waited for the truck to rock back before he ambled back to the front and reached across to the dashboard to change the song from Turkey in the Straw to The Entertainer…
“FOR NARNIA!!!”
He chuckled as, through the windshield, he watched Virago throw himself at the gang-beating, ice-cream melting crowd of sinners. Then, almost bouncing along with the new tune that had started to play, Percy smiled at Katie… “Mind the window for a minute will you? There’s a price list taped to the counter back there if you need it…” Then, with an ice cream scoop in one hand and a ‘napalm twist’ wafflecone in the other, Percy stepped off the truck and smiled at the sinners.
“Hello, sinners,” he grinned just before lobbing the waffle cone at the guy who’d try to melt his ice cream with a molotov, “who’d like a free sample?”
((OOC: Good enough place to stop for now, I suppose… Percy will stay close to the truck, at first, and will lob the other two “bomb pops” if he can stay at range long enough… If someone gets too close, though, he’ll resort to scoop and scalpel…))
Posted on 2011-02-23 at 17:08:37.
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