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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Speaking of...
...I was reading back through some of the posts I've apparently missed here and realized that folks were posting pics. I'm pretty sure I've seen that one of RK before (that or he just looks a helluva lot like someone else i know) and, wow, Death! You do look younger than your years!
Anyway... just in case anyone wants to be sure they're running the right way when they happen upon me in a dark alley somewhere, this is me.
Posted on 2007-03-01 at 18:22:38.
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Topic: Question and Answers Game
Subject: Chicken Soup for the Soulless
What does Grugg's kilt look like?
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Ratchet Thunderstud and the Lubemonkeys
Posted on 2007-03-01 at 17:59:44.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Ahsalamianbacon!
I worship Eol as of late. He is truly my god.
Thanks Mom!
I thought I felt my power growing exponentially! You're welcome, Gruggles! I wuv you!!!! 
I'd cast Grugg to play Eol in the RDINN movie. Nepotism, y'know? That's my boy! 
Posted on 2007-03-01 at 17:37:35.
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Topic: Question and Answers Game
Subject: How could I not applaud that!
What does Eol scream when anyone else grabs his butt?
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Excuse me, but I ordered the Chernobyl Chicken...
Posted on 2007-02-28 at 17:29:02.
Edited on 2007-02-28 at 17:29:35 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: What's really weird...
...is that stuff like that is considered "news" (at least in the States, it seems). Honestly, do any of us truly care if this pop-tart or that is in rehab, or if they were photographed without their skivvies on? Does it really matter to the rest of the world who the father of Anna Nicole's baby is? Do we really care why she died? *shakes head* I blame reality TV.
Posted on 2007-02-28 at 17:12:49.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Don't worry, RK...
...you're probably better off that way. Neither of the folks that have been the topic of these last few posts are "important" by any stretch of the imagination. Celebrity nonsense, you know?
Posted on 2007-02-28 at 16:08:09.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: >le-POOF!<
You get all your work done and get to go home... unfortunately your home is both on fire and in the midst of being foreclosed upon by the evil Mr Bankenstein!
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I wish I was an Oscar Meyer weiner... so everyone could bite me!
Posted on 2007-02-28 at 15:58:44.
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Topic: Question and Answers Game
Subject: ^.o
Gah! What's with that big, hairy wart on yer neck?
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My face! I can't feel my FAAAAAACE!!!!
Posted on 2007-02-28 at 15:54:47.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: The Brit-twit!
What really baffles me about the whole Brittney Spears thing is - Who would have imagined that K-Fed would have come out looking like the "sane one" after the divorce?
We live in a strange, strange world, folks!
Posted on 2007-02-28 at 15:51:25.
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Topic: This I know...
Subject: Actually, she does.
Lyskhala and I have been friends for almost 10 years, now. We worked together on a couple of contracts for most of that time. She got lucky and escaped a few years ago, though. I'm still stuck here answering these dumb ATOMS questions. She gets to drive around in trucks and shoot frozen chickens at airplane windows!!! 
P.S. my head's not THAT big! Is it? *runs off to find a mirror*
Posted on 2007-02-28 at 14:11:57.
Edited on 2007-02-28 at 14:12:44 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Random Poetry
Subject: Wow!
Great stuff, Flirt! Every one of those called up some pretty vivid images as I read them... I love it when that happens.
Keep it comin'!
Posted on 2007-02-27 at 22:16:07.
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Topic: Question and Answers Game
Subject: Er..*ka-blink*...uhhh... Don't do that, Fan!!!
So, what's a body got to do to get into this club anyway?
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Chicken fried steak or steak fried ckicken.
Posted on 2007-02-27 at 20:25:18.
Edited on 2007-02-27 at 20:26:17 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Bunks
According to the map you're looking at, Fuby, the bunks are like this.
- Wyatt - bunk 1 (Mal's bunk)
- Willow - bunk 4 (Wash and Zoe's)(you did take the other double, right Van?)
- Dash - bunk 3 (Jayne's)
- Kora - bunk 6 (River's room)
Given those arrangements, that leaves bunks 2 (Kaylee's) and 5 (unused on show) for Asher and Trish to claim (unless one or both would take one of the rooms down on the lower level near Kora). My guess would be that Trish'd claim #5 (close to the kitchen, y'know) but I'm just guessin'.
Posted on 2007-02-27 at 19:42:53.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Boat whisperin'
“Looks like it’s gonna be a long night,” Dash heard Kora mutter as he ambled off towards the front of the ship.
“Name me a night of late that ain’t been, mei mei,” he chuckled, “Least we might get some supper that ain’t all pasty-like, tonight.” The pilot grinned at that thought and, the nearer he got to the galley and dining room, the wider that grin got…especially when he discovered that Willow and Trish were still in the midst of stowing all the groceries.
Dash had almost stopped outside the dining room door when he heard a voice other than the Doc’s coming from the galley – his hand had dropped instinctively to the butt of his pistol – until he realized that the other voice belonged to the Kid.
“…I thinking we’ll be dropping by after a bite to eat,” Ash’s voice filtered through the comm as Dash stepped through the door, “and I want to make a good impression… and you’re just… good with… the details of things like this…”
Trish’s head was bowed as she shook it back and forth slowly. If she could still make sounds, she’d have been chuckling.
“Asher, dear,” Willow replied, that luscious smile of hers adding just that much more sexy to her voice, “you can trust me to set the right mood, never you mind! Go have fun…and if she’s a working girl, look for her health certificate posted where she finds her customers, hmm? Otherwise, we’ll be giving you meds for a week.”
Rolling his eyes as he strode towards the counter to inspect (and possibly pilfer something from) the assortment of groceries, Sam grinned wryly at Trish when the older woman glanced in his direction. “Baaa-aaa-aaa-a-aaa,” he bleated, “Kid’s a goat, Ma!”
“Alright then!” Asher sounded distracted and Sam flicked a glance in Willow’s direction to see if she might be prompted to repeat the part about the meds. “Thanks, hey! Oh, and tell the Capt I’ll be back ‘round early evening. Gotta go!”
Trish raised a finger to her lips, signaling for Sam to “hush your mouth, boy,” then, and with the same hand, slapped him squarely on the wrist as he reached out to snatch a Fruity Oaty Bar from a box still on the counter.
“Ow,” Sam said, quickly withdrawing his hand and turning his eyes quickly back to Trish, “ta ma duh (damn)! Jeez, Ma! I’m a growin’ boy… least I will be later once this boat starts smellin’ like grease an’ grapplin’… I need my energy!”
Trish offered a scolding smile and shooed him away as if to say, “No snacks; you’ll spoil your supper.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sam relinquished, offering a smile to Trish and a wink to Miss Willow as he continued on towards the cockpit, “bai lih mohn (wishful thinking), I know.”
He tugged a tarnished harmonica from his pocket as he stepped out of the dining area and onto the foredeck, put the thing to his lips and, following a fairly decent if relatively easy series of notes reminiscent of a train chugging along, broke into a tuneless song that was more typical of his skill (or, rather, lack of skill) on the instrument. Behind him, he heard Willow excuse herself from stowing the rest of the groceries, thank Trish for the crystal dumplings (which of course prompted his stomach to growl), and, as he returned the harmonica to his pocket and flopped down in the pilot’s seat, felt his neck tingle as Willow glided onto the foredeck behind him… the scent of her perfume, ushered by the air cycling through Roc’s ventilation system, wafted into the cockpit before she disappeared through the door to her cabin.
Smiling faintly and shoving some decidedly naughty thoughts aside, Dash swiveled himself into position behind Rocinante’s flight console. “Ni how, darlin’,” he whispered as his fingers waltzed across the console and initiated some pre-programmed diagnostic routines on the Firefly’s navsat systems, “looks like we’re saddlin’ up fer a burn an’ earn. Let’s make sure yer all shiny before we go doin’ th’ two-step with a ruttin’ comet’s tail, a’ight?”
The console blipped, almost as if the ship were offering a reply to her pilot’s commentary, as the diagnostics began to run.
“Yeah,” Sam answered, feeling Rocinante’s systems surge to life as he crawled under the console and unscrewed an access panel so he could get a good look at the control relays and check their integrity, “How shi sung cheng(a good show’s about to start), huh? He patted the underside of the console empathetically with one hand as the other reached in and delicately fingered the various wiring harnesses and control structures inside; “Nothin’ we can’t handle, though, ol’ girl… just gotta make sure yer skirts is all hemmed up so we don’t go trippin’ on the dance floor…”
((OOC: Just posting because I can. Dash’ll make sure that there’s nothing obviously out of whack with controls and nav, of course, and perform any necessary tweaks. If he gets that done before the meet with Dodger, he’ll do what he can to help Kora with whatever else might need done… i.e. inspecting the forward hull, etc…))
Posted on 2007-02-27 at 17:02:12.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Not trying to rush you...
... we all know how RL can put a speed bump in the road of Postiness.
I'm actually writing up a little "filler post" for Dash, right now, anyway... nothing major, just a stroll thru the ship and a little bit on the bridge... we'll be here when you get a minute to take a breath. 
Posted on 2007-02-27 at 16:10:15.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Banging?!?!
There was banging?!?! Crap! I missed it!
Good explanation up there on the soap box, too, Brom. I was trying to come up with the words to explain it, myself, but wouldn't have managed that. BRAVO!
Now, game on! (...er... whenever yer ready, of course, Big Al...)
Posted on 2007-02-27 at 13:26:22.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: And...
...if you're one of the first 100 callers, we'll double your order for free and throw in a lifetime supply of Fruity Oaty Bars!
So don't wait! Send us a wave with your order NOW!!! 1-800-BLUE-SUN 
Posted on 2007-02-26 at 22:04:22.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: The benefits is boundless...
Actually, I guess it depends on how it's played, really.
"Friends in high places", for example, got Willow a nice favor for Ash from Sunni... in turn, that may just make the Kid look like some big wig or knight in shining armor to Beth, thereby leading to a new contact for Ash or more. 
Kora's "Branded" trait has also helped you out, already. If it hadn't been for one of the thugs in the market catching sight of that tattoo, ya might've had one heck of a tussle on yer hands. So, in that regard, and even though "branded" is a complication as opposed to an asset, it kept ya from bleedin'/ runnin' afoul o' the gorram law/ killin' somebody an' drawin' undue attention to the ship and her crew... get it?
Cool, huh?
Posted on 2007-02-26 at 14:21:37.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Line your sprite with butter?
Gave me visuals of Tinkerbelle smeared with the stuff... Had a crush on Tink as a kid, too... That didn't help.
Posted on 2007-02-23 at 23:37:15.
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Topic: This I know...
Subject: Me?
Huh... I'm pretty sure that I'm a figment of my own imagination. Beyond that, there's not much to tell... I've got an almost "freaky" connection with the Universe and the energies that connect all of it. Some folks I've known over the years swear that I'm not human, others simply think I'm living in the wrong time.
What else do you wanna know?
Posted on 2007-02-23 at 14:10:09.
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Topic: Question and Answers Game
Subject: whu-huh?
Dude, I just lit a fart and totally burned down my neighbor's house. What was in that omlette?
Lather. Rinse. Maim.
Posted on 2007-02-23 at 14:00:57.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ~~~~~
quack up? Will
Posted on 2007-02-23 at 13:58:40.
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Topic: My Creations
Subject: Guh-roo-vee!!!
Is it just me, Silent, or is there maybe just a hint of optimism in that last one?
Good stuff, as always, Dar-dar-dear.
Posted on 2007-02-22 at 15:44:20.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Phenomenal cosmic power!!! Itty bitty urchin-mage.
Arien had revealed Alloryn to be his twin sister and, in doing so, had drawn Jal’s attentions back from his almost distracted searching for Wynter and to the party, once more. Arien’s sister, he thought as his ice-hued eyes ticked towards the keep’s tower, here?
From what the spellbinder had gathered from the conversations spawned by Char and Dapple’s return with that dagger, finding the Knight’s sister among the Imperials (here or anywhere else for that matter) seemed to be cause for great concern among those who knew her – especially (and understandably) Arien himself. Jal, too, could empathize with the internal battle that the knight was surely fighting and, for a moment, felt a great swelling of sorrow for the leader of this party. At the same time, though, Jal couldn’t help but wonder – especially given Arien’s description of his sister as being a sorceress of some power – if the man’s thoughts of rescuing her were not… misguided?... overly optimistic?...
He sighed softly, chasing the tumbling thoughts from his mind in search of some semblance of clarity, as he stepped away from the party and moved to get a better look at the keep. Jal knew a bit about the Empire and the goals and ideals of the reds and Greens who served it (though, surely not as much as Valentine might) and, if Arien’s sister was in the once ruined keep, would the knight’s rescue of her be an exercise in futility? Would he even be rescuing his sister as he knew her? When, many years ago, Jal had realized that the Master’s intent was to destroy Wynter, he too had entertained thoughts of trying to rescue her and, to this day, he regretted not having acted on those thoughts even though it surely would have cost him his own life (and despite the fact that Wynter, over those long years after, continued to assure him that the outcome wouldn’t have been any different if he had). “Where are you, Wynter,” he whispered, leaning on his staff as he studied the tower, “I could use your help… your advice, dear girl.”
Again, there was no immediate reply from the ghost-girl, but Jal waited expectantly nonetheless. He listened carefully as the others discussed strategy – a magical distraction to cover the party’s entrance to the keep… no… no distraction, now… we all go through the tunnel together – and, as the plan came together, the Spellbinder made sure to note the changes and ensure that the most useful spells for the situation were brought to the forefront of his mind. There was not much he could contribute to the tactics, though, and as such, Jal stayed silent and maintained his watch on the keep and his vigil for any sign of Wynter…
((OOC: I/Jal may have made an “assumption” of sorts above… just to be clear, Jal doesn’t know that Arien is planning on separating from the party in order to go rescue Alloryn on his own… he’s just assuming because, after all, Jal would likely be thinking the same thing…. Now, later that night…))
Nightfall, of course, found the group stealthily approaching the drain that would hopefully allow them access to the lower levels of the keep on the borderlands. Jal’s senses were tingling and he was keenly aware of the mana about him and flowing through him but, as the group neared the mouth of the hidden sewer, two things happened that concerned him greatly. The first was Talas’ sudden apprehension at actually entering the drain tunnel…
“Ranger, are ye daft,” the big gladiator asked in as soft a whisper as he could manage, “I will not fit through there. Tight fit, you said, but for me to attempt passage would be like putting a cork into a bottle of spirits with me as the cork. If this be the only way in, then we are doomed from the start…”
Jal’s eyes flicked curiously to the gladiator… Do you truly worry about getting stuck or could it be that you are afraid of close spaces, my friend? the urchin-mage wondered… Then to the mouth of the sewer as if trying to judge if the possibility did, indeed, exist for Talas to somehow get wedged within. He was reaching out to rest a reassuring hand on the gladiator’s shoulder, intending to offer words of encouragement and perhaps offer up an alternative, when a great wave of mana pulsed over him. Even as his large friend crumpled to one knee – perhaps in reaction to this very surge of magical energy – Jal gasped as the power crashed through him. His entire being seemed to burn with incomprehensible amounts of power, every tattoo, scar, and brand etched into his flesh flared to burning life, and, for the briefest of instants, Jal felt that nothing arcane was out of his reach... There was nothing he couldn’t touch, nothing he couldn’t see, nothing he couldn’t do by bending the world’s mana to his will!
It would have been an almost ecstatic experience, Jal thought, if there hadn’t been something wrong about it… What have you done, Valentine? was his next thought. His wide eyes turned towards the former Red, set to accuse the man of initiating a magical diversion even though the plans that had been made had called into question the safety of such a thing, but Adrian, he noticed, was looking at him in much the same fashion…
Indeed, several sets of eyes were now cast in the direction of Adrian, Jal, and Kilgrim.
“Di’ja feel dat,” Char queried, likely already knowing that the spellcasters had felt it, wanting an explanation as opposed to a simple yes or no.
“What the hell was that,” Dapple spat.
“What just happened,” Talas demanded, slowly getting to his feet, his eyes turning to Jal, “Are we discovered?”
Jal’s eyes traveled the faces of his companions, hoping to find some clues to the answers they all sought, and stopped on Valentine for a long moment. The urchin mage’s look said; I’ve never felt anything like that before. Have you?
“I… don’t think so, my friend,” he answered Talas quietly. He was still tingling from the mana surge, though, and its curious nature left him doubting what it might have meant, “but I have never before felt anything like it… mayhaps we should proceed as if we have been made known to someone…or something.”
((OOC: This side’s not tingling… is it supposed to tingle? … Okay, leaving it up to the “leaders of the pack” to decide our course of action…. Jal’s got some ideas that he can offer up, I think, but I’ll wait to see what happens in the next post or two before I go “too far”… ))
Posted on 2007-02-22 at 14:30:48.
Edited on 2007-02-22 at 15:29:06 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: RDINN Feature Updates/ Suggestions/ Bugs
Subject: Online members list...
Yep... even after you log out, your username will linger in the online members list for 15 to 20 minutes or so. Olan designed it that way, actually... can't remember why, though (something to do with harvesting your residual thoughts and energy and using them to power a robo-grugg that we're developing to use in our proposed take-over of all other RP sites on the world weird web, perhaps?)... but it is intentional.
Posted on 2007-02-21 at 18:32:51.
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