Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: o.O
^ Charlie Foxtrot
< Foxtrot Uniform
V Tango Uniform
Posted on 2010-02-20 at 01:11:41.
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Topic: The Game
Subject: Mrrrrrppppphhhhh!!!
Curse you, Ion Kired!
Curse you and your clickity-clackity-tip-tapptiy-bartenderiness!
You made me look! 
Hi, Meri! You looked next, didn't ya?
Posted on 2010-02-18 at 22:27:24.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Does that make you...
^ Boo-boo?
< Yogi
V Pick-i-nick Basket!
Posted on 2010-02-18 at 22:24:41.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Random jiggy-moment
Nah-nah-nah-nah-Nah-nah-nah!
Posted on 2010-02-18 at 22:20:22.
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Topic: Get To Know Your Inn Mates!
Subject: Ummm....
Have you ever made a psychiatrist need a psychiatrist?
Yes, but it was his fault... he caught himself in his own loop:
"Okay, so you're out in the middle of an ocean, all alone in a life raft," he says, "when, suddenly, any enemy patrol boat appears and starts heading toward you... what do you do?"
"I sink it with my submarine," says I...
"And where did you get the submarine," the wizard asks after a moment of hmmm... scribble,scribble.
"Same damn place you got that patrol boat, doc!"
Posted on 2010-02-18 at 22:16:29.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Roger that, Cap!
One of Dash's hands skitters across the console as the other curls around the yoke... "One cruise in th' Black, smoother'n a hooker's thigh on pay-day, comin' right up."
Posted on 2010-02-18 at 00:26:25.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: *griiiiiiiins*
Hooray for resurrecting this game! 
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 20:01:50.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Owwwwwwwmmmmmmmm!
C'mon, Sibby! We're waiting on you! *pokepoke*
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 19:56:23.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: True enough...
^ Khakis
< Levis
V Hula skirt
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 17:14:39.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Getting back into the swing...
This is like a bad hangover after a bad dream, Alex thought as he tried to will himself to his feet, only a whole lot friggin' worse. I can usually puke standin' up... There he was, though, down on one knee in front of the shop, looking for all the world like he was going to empty his stomach on the sidewalk and then pass out and drown in his own vomit while, just a few feet away, Smoke and Penelope hovered around Alice like they had just discovered some lost little kid in the park...
He had caught the gist of what was going on... snippets of conversation had snuck through the nauseating waves of Taint that emanated from the kid and crashed over him... but couldn't do a damn thing about any of it... Jesus, Alex! Look at yourself! Some kinda hero you are, huh? Betcha if that kid was a Zazy you'd be on your feet...
Shaking fingers lifted to where Em's pentacle hung from the leather thong around his neck and closed around the charm as Alex scowled in the face of that internal rebuke and forced himself up; Christ, I gotta quit drinkin'...
"I tell them to go away and they go away... well, they fall down, anyway..."
His head swam, his vision blurred a bit, and his knees felt like jell-o but Alex had made it to a somewhat stooped but nonetheless upright position, one hand clasped around Emily's necklace and the other clutching the wall of the building, and turned his eyes on the trio of beings just up the walk.
Smoke, looking a little flustered and, judging from the tone of the mew she had just let out, feeling a bit peeved was sauntering back in his direction, now, but Penelope was stretching a hand out towards Alice...
"Let's go for a walk," the Iberian Immortal suggested, "you can tell me all about your friend and maybe we can find her."
Are you nuts, lady?! Alex thought, still trying to firm up his wobbling knees as Alice smiled at Penelope and, after a hesitant moment, took the woman's hand. You shouldn't be takin' that... kid... anywhere...
Alex... Smoke's aura sent a strange ripple through his own as the bast rubbed in circles around his ankles... Rose needs us. Penelope has the girl. We have to go inside now...
"Yeah," he breathed, his vision clearing as he watched Penelope lead the taint lantern away and even more so as he tore his eyes off of the Immortals and turned them almost apologetically to Smoke, "inside sounds good..." Alex rolled a shoulder against the wall and turned himself toward the door. "Let's do that." He staggered forward and through the door, then, and once back inside, lurched frantically through the shop and into the kitchen where he slouched over the sink and let his stomach, finally, have it's way.
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 17:08:30.
Edited on 2016-09-28 at 08:14:09 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: So my toes can see who's sneaking up on 'em
^ Conspiring to bring down the Toe-sock Consortiuum
< Co-conspirator and inventor of Nose-socks
V Wearing a nose-sock right now
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 16:56:28.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: But we color outside the lines...
Pates
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 16:53:40.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Yes...
It is true... however, is is false... therefore, in the query "Is it true?" Is cancels out It and and the truth just is... which somehow makes it false... so the truth becomes a lie... making the answer to 'is it true' = no... but then we're back to the Is and It conundrum...
So is it or isn't it? True or False?
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 16:22:19.
Edited on 2010-02-16 at 16:22:45 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Can't resist...
Fates
No dear... it should be more like this ^
M.
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 16:18:46.
Edited on 2010-02-16 at 16:22:22 by Merideth
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Wellll....
...more things were purple in the days when Eol walked alone on the Earth. In those days, there weren't faces to lick so Eol decided to lick all the purple things. After a few millenia most all of the purple things had been licked away to their next gobbstopper like layer... and people appeared... and verily Eol decided that faces were more lickity-licious than the color purple... so Oprah got a talk show and the world got facelicks. 
Haven't I explained that before?
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 16:07:17.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: Moses thought his toses smelled rather like roses!
Razes
(That's a word... I promise... and, yes, I know I flubbed the lyrics but, hey... Artistic license, you know. )
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 15:58:00.
Edited on 2010-02-16 at 16:01:40 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Hmmmm...
Because no one has taken the time to invent low-toes that properly counterbalance them. 
If birds fly over the rainbow, why oh why can't I?
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 15:54:18.
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Topic: Get To Know Your Inn Mates!
Subject: Ooooh! I don't know the answers!
Favorite show - Not sure I had a "favorite"... The Six Million Dollar Man, I suppose?
Favorite shoes - gimme my boots!
Favorite book - Swan Song
Favorite Sweet - Meri
What do I hope of becoming as an innmate - Today the Inn, tomorrow THE WORLD *facelick*
Motto -Each footstep is a beginning and an end; there is no journey, only the journeying...
Most common class - Sneaky-ones (Rogues, Assassins, shifty f-ers)
PC or gear - PC
Favorite Time of Day to post - Any chance I get.
Favorite dragon - This one
Tree - Silver maple... it's my life tree, after all.
THIRD thing you do in the morning- COFFEE!!!
Married or Single - Married
And... a question luv? M.
Oh yeah!  Ummm... favorite vacation destination?
YAY Random Mod Pileup - Grugg
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 15:50:04.
Edited on 2010-02-16 at 21:40:55 by Grugg
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Buttered toast, at that
^ Butters my toast
< Licks the crumbs out of the toaster
V Was the 'toastee' at the last "Mis-matched Toesocks Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony, Barn-Raising, and Tractor Pull"
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 15:43:31.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Did someone say murder?
I didn't do it...
homicide
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 15:39:51.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Yep...
...what ol' Wyungsung there said.
Gonna miss that ruttin' Kid, m'self, puhn yoh, but I reckon, what wit' him playin' gorram lawman back in Frisco, he won't be crampin' my style at th' bars no more, get me? How's a fella s'posed ta get a serious grapple lined up when 'is wingman's always orderin' milk?
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 14:34:27.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Mmmmm....
BBQ Banana Snowflakes!
They should sell that at Wal-Mart!
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 14:24:34.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: An unexpected shadow
“Oh, and sir,” the desk-clerk (conductor?) called…
Bas’ slow stalking of the hallway paused at the sound of the woman’s voice and his wolfen eyes ticked back to where she and many of his Gods-chosen ‘pack’ still stood…
“…If you want to visit the seer, he's taken to leaving his door unlocked. It's impossible to miss; the door is velveteen blue, unlike the royal blue of most other doors, with a strange pattern on it. Although, I should tell you that most people find he leaves you with more questions than answers.”
…his lips split into something caught between smile and snarl before he offered the woman a curt nod. “Been my experience,” he rumbled, his gaze lingering on the desk-clerk for a second before skimming over the others, “that that’s usually the way it works…”
Eve had already left the group; Bas could hear the muffled thudding of her boots on the stairs as the woman with the blood-colored hair made her way up that twisting flight in search of some perceived sanctuary... findin’ a hidey hole where she can lick her wounds and figure her way “out.”
Kenneth… Mr. Gods-damned-clickity-clack-pants-pissin-rabbit… lingered a moment longer than Eve had – his nervous gaze flitting around the Inn’s interior before, during, and after peppering the desk-clerk with more questions about police and crap… as if the emptiness of the town hadn’t already given away that there ain’t none left…¬ – but it wasn’t much longer. With a huff and a bit of a frenetic expression etched on his face, he disappeared from the reception area and up the stairs, as well, after a moment.
The married couple still tarried near the reception desk, though; the husband hovering warily behind his wheelchair-bound wife… Did someone say the woman’s name was Carrie?… who, Bas couldn’t help but notice, seemed to be staring both at and through him, her finger tapping almost thoughtfully on the arm of her chair. The Indian’s eyes narrowed a bit, his head canting curiously to one side as he tried to read the woman’s expression, and then, as he thought he might have an idea of what was running through Carrie’s head, he grinned that feral grin of his… “Ya go lookin’ for answers and get more questions for your trouble,” Bas said quietly, his gaze finally drifting away from the contemplative woman and her husband and falling on the tiny girl who had designated herself as his shadow, “but the questions are the answers, ain’t they?”
“Shall we go see?” Guinevere chirped almost anxiously, indicating the ‘seer’s door’ with an involuntary flick on her eyes, as Bas’ lupine gaze fixed on her.
He took a moment to study this little girl with the huge spirit… his eyes ticking away from where hers blinked out amidst a frame of wisps of her pale hair and heavy fabric of her hoody and fixing for a moment on the rabbit embroidered on the front of that garment… There’s always answers in the questions, he mused, Wonder what the answer to this one is…
“Yeah,” he chuffed, his eyes snapping back to Guin’s for an instant and then setting, once more, on the strangely patterned door, “Let’s get us a look, little spirit…” Bas stalked towards the door, his senses keen to the environment as he went – eyes scanning, nose sniffing at the air, body feeling and instinctively reacting to the slightest change in air pressure made by the movement of other people…or things – there was something curiously indefinable about the spoor that emanated from behind that velveteen door. It wasn’t a scent he could recall from any other time or place. It wasn’t exactly human and it wasn’t entirely supernatural, either… and it made Bas curious and tentative at the same time…
He didn’t like it… could feel that the Moon Gods didn’t like it, either, as the urge to change ripple through him as he reached for the door, traced a finger along one of the odd designs on the face of the thing, and then, shoved the door open.
Posted on 2010-02-16 at 14:07:48.
Edited on 2010-02-16 at 14:38:45 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Might I say...
... hooray for updates!
Posted on 2010-02-13 at 02:22:57.
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Topic: Returning from the Mysts
Subject: *snerk*
That was so funny I made a fresh pot of coffee and took a drink just so I could really enjoy hot java shooting through my sinuses as I erupted into uncontrolled laughter!
I luv you guys!!!
Posted on 2010-02-13 at 01:46:12.
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