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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: Hmmm... how about a round of...
...Rabid Pitbull Piercing
Posted on 2008-09-05 at 16:26:11.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: That comes from stranglin' Ewoks
^ Has a pointy head
< Has a dented dome
V Vaguely resembles Stewie
Posted on 2008-09-05 at 15:01:50.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Buuuuuurp!
It spits out rejection and abject failure... (It is Demonic, after all... ya were expecting maybe ponies and cotton candy?) 
Heeeeey!
I feed it ponies and cotton candy...
Posted on 2008-09-05 at 14:50:50.
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Topic: EVERYONE HAS TO SEE THIS
Subject: O.O
Whoa!
Pretty freakin' cool!
Posted on 2008-09-05 at 12:52:14.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Yes indeedy, Petey!
In fact, he's wonderin' right about now, why inna hell're there s'many ruttin' Ludlows inna Verse an' hows come we seems ta keep sidlin' up next ta 'em an' why can't they jus' wanna tussle stead o' tryin' ta weigh a feller down wit' lead, an' where inna hell am I anyhoo? Thing is, he's also seein' broadwaves for Fruity Oaty Bars an' re-runs o' the Charlie Brown Christmas Special, too... C'mon healin'!!!
Posted on 2008-09-05 at 12:46:18.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Wha-HUH?!?!
"Sam is gonna lie back and let himself heal while waiting for someone to reach out and kill him."
Ya sure know how ta make a feller feel right peaceable, there, puhn yo! Jus' as I were figgerin' ta get all snoozified an' be cozy wit' it, ya go an' recollect me o' that. 
Posted on 2008-09-05 at 12:35:47.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: One more from Dash...
just more randomosity, really. Sorry for the drag... meant to post this last night but got side tracked and didn't finish when I thought I would.
Depending on what happens between now and then, Dash'll let the knitter do it's job and such. If he is able to be up and about before Wyatt, Willow, and Asher return from their poking around (and assuming there's nothing else to do) Dash will make himself useful by helping out Wolf with the Mule repairs, etc, if necessary.
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 19:42:23.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Burnin' the atmo of wakefulness
The last few hours had seen Sam chased around his dreams, melting out of one and into another with a weird fluidity that helped to blend the visions of two overlapping lives into a singular, disjointed episode. In one flash he was Morgan Trent, strapped securely into the cockpit of an Arclight bomber, hot-dropping into the strike zone from low-orbit over Hera and in the next, he was Sam Dash, sprawled casually in Rocinante’s pilot’s chair, languidly manipulating the controls as he set the Firefly down on a handkerchief-sized plot of dirt on the dark side of Lilac… of course, when he turned around expecting to find Wyatt standing behind him, he was invariably met with the business end of a pistol clutched in the grips of some nameless bounty hunter or Fed investigator. The gun always went off but, instead of dying, he’d find himself in one life or the other somewhere completely removed from where he’d just been a moment ago – holed up in the janky, coffin sized room in a skyplex waiting for some little fairy to make a prince into a frog or blinking into the shadows of some seedy back-alley trying to make out exactly who the wong bah duhn with the optical implant and bionic arm was before he managed to get killed again. Hell, one scene brought him back to when he was nine years old and playing pilot with plastic models of his favorite Nien mohn boats… that one ended when the ASREV model grew to full-size and commenced to unloading every last bit of ordinance it had into the young Trent’s chest only to have the blinding flash clear away and deposit Sam Dash amongst a zombie-like throng of mangled and faceless rim-worlders, mindlessly hungry for his flesh, probably in some way, seeking retribution for all the innocents that he’d sent to meet their maker…
“Goh se! Ni Ta Ma De! Tian Xia Suo You De Ren Dou Gai Si! ” Sam’s dreams finally chased him back into consciousness on the crest of a wave of profanities when the taloned fingers of one of the zombies closed around his throat and pulled him down. Even before his eyes opened, his hand had already closed around the grips of his pistol and was seeking to rip it free of its holster as he struggled to get off his back and into fighting position.
“Please remain still,” a feminine but somehow metallic voice requested, “It is important that you move as little as possible in order for the healing process to be completed successfully.”
“Juh Shi Suh Mo Go Dohng Shee,” he grumbled as his eyes finally focused and he found himself surrounded not by the corpsified ghoulies of all the folks he’d ever killed but, instead, by newtech medical equipment that he knew damn well wasn’t in Miss Willow’s surgical suite aboard Rocinante, “Where in th’ hell’d ya get yerself carted off to now, Sam?”
The mechanical voice repeateded its request in Mandarin as the pilot’s eyes scanned his surroundings and his mind tried to make a calm assessment of his situation. He was, of course, on some kind of medical cot or table or some gorram thing and, aside from the big hunk of machinery that loomed over him, Dash was able to pick out several other pieces of medical hardware and other accoutrements that indicated a well-funded and well-stocked facility that, to him, screamed Alliance or worse.
Don’ reckon th’ Feds er any o’ th’ rest’d’ve kept my iron strapped, though, he told himself, realizing that his hand was resting on the familiar grips of his Avenger, reckon th’ Cap’d chalk that up ta a tally on th’ side o’ good luck… I’ll take it.
Next Dash noticed that he wasn’t the only patient laid out in this particular infirmary. The pain killers and whatever other meds were pumping through his system made it tricky get a good, clear look at the face of the man who rested on a nearby bed, but the pilot was fairly certain that it had to have been the teller from the bank. A faintly satisfied (or, perhaps, relieved) smile played on Sam’s lips and he allowed his eyes to close again as the meds in his blood protested his consciousness. “Jahn,” Sam whispered, “Conjured ya mighta got kilt when yer box ‘sploded, puhn yoh. Glad ya made...”
The medications won out before Sam could finish his sentence and, feeling a little more than woozy, the pilot faded back into the ethereal midland between sleep and wakefulness. The drone of the machinery and the relatively dim lighting in the room (along with the previous, groggy assessment of his surroundings having eased his initial paranoia) served to keep him a bit more relaxed, now, and, when he did drift along the edges of sleep, there were no more dreams to torment him. He did think he heard Asher talking to him at one point, though, and had been waiting for another fong luh vision to start to take shape. When the Kid gave hima firm pat on the shoulder (right where Ludlow’s homemade hellcannon had plowed into him) Dash winced and realized that it wasn’t a dream.
“Ow.”
“Stay frosty, Puhn Yo,” Asher was grinning at him when Dash’s eyes fluttered open and fixed, blearily, on the Kid’s face, “I’ll bring ya back a hat or something!”
“Ya c’n kiss my lily-white pi guh, Kid,” Dash rasped, regarding the younger man through heavy-lidded eyes, “Whyn’t ya bring me a beer? I’m thirsty as all guay.” It still wasn’t easy keeping his eyes open, though, so Sam allowed them to close again. “Good seein’ ya, Ash,” he murmured, sliding back towards sleep again as he patted the Kid’s hand, “yer a good kid…owe ya some thanks, don’ I?”
He didn’t recall hearing anything that Asher might’ve said after that and couldn’t recall the Kid having left, so he was almost surprised when the next voice Dash heard was Wyatt’s.
“Eight lives left, Puhn yo. Sure wish you were goin’ along on this little ride. I’m sure that Asher and Willow’ll help, but there’s more Joo How Rin when the whole of us are on our feet.”
“Wyungsung,” Dash murmured faintly, turning his half-opened eyes towards the source of the Cap’s voice, “Jus’ gimme a minute er two longer, puhn yoh, an’ I’ll be right wit’ ya…Been layin’ here too ruttin’ long a’ready… This ain’t but a flesh wound an’…”
“Please remain still. It is important that you move as little as possible in order for the healing process to be completed successfully.”
Yeah, yeah! Bi jweh, he remembered thinking when the bone knitter and not the Captain answered him. He also thought he might have said something by way of apology to his friend where the account transfer and such getting all humped-up was concerned and he really had intended to ask about Miss Brigit’s welfare but, even as the knitter repeated itself in Chinese, Dash couldn’t tell if any of that had come out before he lapsed back into the limbo of groggy-land again… The next time he woke up Wyatt was gone, the Kid was gone, and it was just the teller and him, again… Layin’ here picklin’…
((OOC: There we go… more in and out from the human target… plenty of room for back and forth if anyone (Wyatt, Asher) sees fit to try and converse. Elsewise, Dash’ll snooze and recoup until the machine lets him up or another ruttin Ludlow appears. ))
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 19:30:22.
Edited on 2008-09-04 at 19:37:04 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: What is Your Light Saber colour?
Subject: Merri and I have matching butterknives!
My lightsaber is silver, what color is yours? Take the quiz.
Well how about that? Not what I was expecting, I guess, but cool nonetheless.
P.S. Not so sure that the "favorite color" question is the clincher, boss... I picked green as my favorite and still got silver.
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 13:54:25.
Edited on 2008-09-04 at 15:38:23 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Cirro: Prologue
Subject: Ah yes!
Tek's famous 30 page post! I remember that one, well.
It was quite a great representation of a Pally, IMO... of course, Tek can write anything and make you "buy it"... the guy's a heckuva wordweaver. Do read that post if you get the chance.
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 13:32:13.
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Topic: Cirro: Prologue
Subject: Intimidated?
Of us? 
Wow! I feel so... so... POWERFUL!!!! 
Nah! Don't be skeered of us, Cirro. We's a little loopy sometimes but we's perfectly harmless.
If you need anything, just holler.
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 22:04:35.
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Topic: RDI T-shirts
Subject: I just need the extra $$$...
...otherwise I'd have bought one of each, so far. 
Soluable cash, man... that's what I really need. Then I can grab a couple of those groovy golf shirts and wear 'em to work. 
Ummm... bumper/window stickers are a thought if you're fishing for new merchandise ideas.
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 20:10:10.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Oops!!!
^ Is spying on me via webcam
< thought he had turned of that webcam 
V installed that webcam like a ninja in the night in hopes of catching me doing the macarena butt nekkid
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 20:03:07.
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Topic: Aggravated!!!!!
Subject: Uh oh!
We're supposed to have licenses?
I figured that since I play a character who pilots a Firefly that'd be good enough... am I to understand that's not the case? Hooo boy... I'm screwed!
Seriously, Jozan, try not to let it get to you too much... a good majority of folks have to take the test(s) more than once before they pass so you're not alone by any means. That three weeks will pass before you know it, anyhow... you'll take the test over, pass with flying colors, and be paying outrageous sums of money for gas soon enough.
We're all putting out the good vibes for you, I'm sure. 
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 17:33:17.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: Left over pizza!!!!!
The DVM spits out nothing because Eol dove in after the pizza and managed to scarf it all down before it got to process...
...which means, I feed it ME! 
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 17:22:36.
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Topic: Toronto
Subject: Just saw this!
Good for you, Flirt... sometimes a change of scenery can make all the difference in the world, y'know?
Here's hoping that your move helps to point you in the direction you want to go.
Best wishes. 
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 16:01:50.
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Topic: Greetings, Salutations, Hellos, and all the rest
Subject: Bienvenidos!
Glad to have you aboard, Nimu!
Whether you've played as recently as five minutes ago or if it's been several years... no matter whatsoever... we're just glad you decided to pop in and share your love for words with us.
Here's hoping you'll stick around and we'll get to see you craft the living daylights outta some words and whatnot!
SOP around here is to warn you not to feed the Grugg buuuuuut, seing as how the poor guy's not feeling particularly well, I'm sure we could let a bowl of chicken soup go unnoticed.
See you here and there, I'm sure!
Tenna'telwan,
Eol
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 01:16:40.
Edited on 2008-09-03 at 01:24:25 by Grugg
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: What's that they say about payback?
Love the "repayment," Blammm...
"...I'll bring ya back a hat or somethin'."
B-E-A-utiful! *thunderous applause*
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 01:12:33.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Yeee-haw! Updates!
I luvs me some updates!
Working up a post for no other reason than I just can't imagine Dash 'just laying there' continuously unconscious for the next several hours (unless, of course, the GM and/or the Docs have got him so heavily doped that there'd be no other choice). The way I figured it was that Dash would wake up (chased into wakefulness by the dreams/nightmares he's been having) and maybe freak out just a bit before realizing that he's actually more or less in a 'safe place,' etc... Basically, just a "Holy crap, where am I and what the $#%#@!* is goin' on 'round here," kind of thing... I don't figure he'll disobey orders and try to get free of the bone knitter until it's finished.
Just have one question, though, I don't suppose the answer is too awful critical... Just a curiosity more than anything else... Assuming things go well and Dash manages to get off the slab and back in motion would he be able to check his wave from the Doc's place or would that only be accessible from Rocinante... I seriously doubt that he'd check his 'mail' from any place other that the safety of the ship but if Cap, the Kid, an' Miss Will are gonna be galivantin' about town for a fair spell... *shrug*
Posted on 2008-09-02 at 16:14:07.
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Topic: Cirro: Prologue
Subject: Welcome, Innmate...
...your number is 14618 and you've been assigned to cell block D&D.
Not really... we don't even have cell blocks hereabouts... just the padded room where they put me on occassion and Grugg after a feeding frenzy.
Anyhoo... as you can see, we're always exceedingly happy to welcome "long time lurkers; first time posters" and hope that our crazy style welcome wagon doesn't run you off. AS you've noticed, there are quite an abundance of games, gamers, and GMs packed into our little corner of the web and, as a result, there should be no shortage of folks who will be willing to help you out where it comes to learning the ropes - whether it be in the realm of playing or GMing or any other kind of 'ing' you might come up with. If you've got questions, comments, concerns, spare change, a twinkie that you're not going to eat, etc, etc, etc, don't hesitate to post it up somewhere or, heck, shoot someone a PM (that's what we 'staff-types' are here for, after all... and, truth be told, the greater majority of our 'non-staff' Innmates are just as helpful, friendly, knowledgable, and willing to assist as any of us with purple or red name tags are). IMO, you've stumbled into the absolute best community on line these days... Here's to the hopes that you find what you're looking for at the Red Dragon Inn. Welcome to the family!
LMAO @ Utan! Dude, I never noticed that before! All I can say is; "Right turn Clyde!"
Posted on 2008-09-02 at 15:44:45.
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Topic: The Would You Rather Game
Subject: I'll take the wrath of the dragon...
...ya get a dragon angry and it's FWOOSH! Char, roast, broil, die... all over in like 3.873 seconds. Ya get Lysk PO'd and the pain and humiliation are eternal (or at least until you can placate her with a divine tiramisu or some such).
Two steps forward or two steps back?
Posted on 2008-09-02 at 13:49:10.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: "Bad Eol!" *quacks up*
Let's see, according to the oracle, you'll reach 500 posts in conjunction with the next penumbral lunar eclipse... soooo, February 9, 2009.
Oh, and you're already a fixture... we just haven't received the shipment of business cards that would identify you as such, yet.
When will Olan ever get around to installing the official Red Dragon Inn coffee maker in the Vault?
Posted on 2008-09-02 at 13:43:38.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: Well, it's complicated...
...but the nuts and bolts of it go something like this: All cows have a condition referred to as reflexive hamburgeritis in which their bodies produce a toxic chemical that, if not expelled in the form of a 'moo', would eventually cause their legs to fall off.... Basically, cows moo to avoid becoming 'ground beef'.
Why don't ducks fly upside down?
Posted on 2008-08-29 at 15:40:32.
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Topic: Hail the birth of Alacrity!
Subject: 21 with 21 years experience!
Rock on, Big Al! You're the  !!!
All my best to you, my friend. I'll be sure to have a drink or three in your honor.
Bring on the dancin' monkeys!!!
Posted on 2008-08-29 at 15:21:23.
Edited on 2008-08-29 at 15:28:04 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: LMAO @ Grand theft Transport XXVII
I wanna play!
If nothin' else, Wolfy, ya c'n always run back ta Roc an' fetch ol' Sam a new shirt... seein' as how I done went an' got one o' my all time favorites punched full o' holes by tusslin' wit' them lowlives ('Course, havin' Willow cut the thing off made it worth the while)!
Hell, ya might even manage to find a clean one.
Posted on 2008-08-28 at 14:56:32.
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