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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Yes sir!
Working on getting that Tochi post (and some more from the shuttle bay) done, today. Trying to do so whilst also listening in on an all day telecon, actually, so I might be a bit slooooooow to get things finished but I am hopeful that I'll get it wrapped today.
Posted on 2017-05-22 at 10:06:43.
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Topic: A Grumpy Old Bear
Subject: Got your towel ready?
Good! I loves me some Grumpy Old Faces!
Welcome aboard, good sir! Nice to see someone jump right in... it's been a while since we've seen a new arrival get going with such gusto! 
I noticed your post in the Bleeding Lute and, with luck, will have a post in response for you at some point today... No guarantees as I'm on a teleconference most of the day but I will try. looking very forward to you becoming an active part of our little madcap community!
+1
Posted on 2017-05-22 at 08:19:13.
Edited on 2017-05-22 at 08:24:55 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Absolutely!
Welcome to the Inn, Grumpy! And, yes, please, jump in. 
Posted on 2017-05-20 at 13:51:56.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Well...
Flight Control does have two type 8s prepped for evac and a type 10 for tactical support. Feel free to utilize both 8s if need be.
Posted on 2017-05-20 at 09:22:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Well...
...it looks like it's down to just Olan, you, Ody, and myself, now. Haemis is "fairly consistent," as well.
Posted on 2017-05-19 at 10:21:58.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: No worries...
...have fun!
Posted on 2017-05-19 at 07:31:14.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Loooong day...
I got some posting done for the Trek game today but haven't quite made it around to the Lute, just yet.
Looking to tack something up tomorrow morning-ish if not later tonight. 
Posted on 2017-05-18 at 16:13:30.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Apparently so.
I had a PM from her waiting in my inbox, this morning... no real details other than she was leaving and likely wouldn't be back.
Not sure what happened for her to make such a decision but I've reached out to ask. Waiting for a reply.
Posted on 2017-05-18 at 10:44:18.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Yes! The Instrument is important!
Okay... so, a scene from the shuttlebay, there (found a way to chunk out that post)... more to come as soon as I get it finished.
Also, I understand Boo Boo has left the Inn, so I suppose I'll pick up the slack in Medical by taking over NPCing in that department...
Posted on 2017-05-18 at 09:56:34.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty
Subject: A scene from Flight Control
Stardate 2365.02.11
USS Peregrine; Deck 4 - Shuttle Bay 1 - 1051
Within moments of the Red Alert sounding, the Peregrine's flight deck - which had been almost eerily silent during these last few days - suddenly came alive with activity. As ever, Master Chief V'lur stood stoically at his post in Flight Ops, his gaze moving methodically between the console at his fingertips and the deck of the shuttle bay itself. All Flight Control Officers and support personnel had been rallied, either from their off-hours or their current duty-stations at the behest of "general quarters," and true to the way Lt Zai had built the department to run, each and every one had responded in a more than timely fashion. Within moments of the first jarring blare of the klaxon, technicians swarmed the shuttle bays and several shuttles- two Type-8's and the Type-10 - were brought up from Maintenance and were being outfitted for either rescue or combat details,
=/=Attention on deck,=/= V'Lur's voice intoned over the shuttle-bay's comm system, =/= Shuttle Zero-One and Shuttle Zero-Two are to be prepped for Medical and Strategic Evacuation operations. Heavy Zero-One requires full load out for defensive engagement,=/=
"You heard the man," CPO Yasuo barked from his place on the flight deck, "Sierra One and Sierra Two: Evac - I want triage stations readied, medical supplies loaded, and transporters operating at maximum! Five minutes! Hotel One: Combat - Full complement of micro-torpedoes, shields operating at capacity, phaser arrays tuned and calibrated; max output! Same five minutes! Move, people! Move, move move!"
During Yas' urgent, ground level direction of the Flight Bay engineers, Ens Thomason, SCPO Kukkonen, and PO2 Owen (still securing her tunic and trying to contain her mass of copper curls) spilled into the Shuttle Bay within seconds of one another,
"Wha'sgoin'on," Megan queried frenetically as she exploded from the turbolift, sprinted across the deck, and skidded to a stop within a meter of Yas. The little shuttle-pilot's uniform was still hanging half open and she was wrestling to get the mass of her hair into a ponytail behind her head, "Weunnerattack? Go'extractions? Wha'rewedoin'?"
Ensign Thomason appeared next. His wild-eyed gaze darted about the bay as he bounded down the stairs and across the deck. "Are we under attack," the giant Ensign asked, seemingly enrapt if not completely fascinated by the flurry of activity that was taking place around him, "What do I need to do?"
"Get up to Flight Ops, Ensign," Kook offered as he trudged across the deck, rubbing blearily at his eyes, to join others, "You'll be the ranking officer on deck. Ops is yours."
Hebert looked almost ridiculously flabbergasted, such a stunned expression on such a big man's face, "I, I'm running Ops," he stammered in disbelief, "Wh,what about P'Tammah?!?"
"She's backin' up, Lt Zai onna bridge, Ensign Tiny," Megan cheeped, finally managing to stuff her hair through an elastic, "As Lt Sh'iraolnas might say, yer the slow man on the scrotum roll, sir."
Thomason smirked at that, but it didn't truly make him feel any better. However; when Chief Kukkonen suggested; "Just go up and stand next to V'Lur, sir. He'll see to it that you know what you're doing," Hebert's strained expression eased a bit. He nodded his thanks and made for Flight Ops even as Kook, Megan, and Yas turned their eyes to the porthole from which they knew V'lur was observing.
=/=Chief Kukkonen,=/= the Vulcan's ever-steady voice imparted, not a nano-second after that concerted turning of gazes occurred, =/=Heavy-Zero-One is yours; Combat protocol Zeta-Delta-Four, if you please...=/=
Kook nodded his acknowledgement and, scratching absently at his beard, winked at Megan and grinned; "See you out there, pieni."
"No' too close," Megan grinned nervously as Kook plodded off towards the Type-10.
=/=,Petty Officer Owen,=/= V'lur's voice had continued, drawing the wisp of a girl's attentions back to the Flight ops window, =/=Shuttle Zero-one; Rescue and Evacuation, please. Stand by for further orders.=/=
The fae-like woman snapped a whip of a salute toward the window, then winked at Yas as she skipped toward her shuttle; "Here's whar th' fun b'gins!"
While Kook and Megan made for their assigned shuttlecraft, Ens Thomason squeezed himself through the doorway of Flight Ops, looking expectantly to the Vulcan Master Chief who manned the consoles. "Master Chief," Hebert nodded faintly as V'Lur's impassive gaze turned his way, "I'm told I'm to man Flight Ops with you?"
"You are to head Flight Operations, Ensign, yes," V'Lur corrected, his eyes returning to the consoles, "If that is your preference, of course,"
"I, uh, I've never," Hebert's gaze darted nervously from the consoles, out the window overlooking the bay, and back to the Vulcan once again. "I've never really run Ops," he admitted, "outside of simulations, I mean, I, I,"
V'lur didn't bother to look up from his work. "You do have the option of leaving Ops to me, sir," he suggested matter-of-factly, "Shuttle Zero-Two does require a pilot, after all." If V'Lur had had the capacity to express emotion, the look of relief that washed over the young ensign's face, just then, might have made him chuckle,
"Yeah," Thomason veritably sighed, his eyes turning to the shuttlebay, "that's a good idea. Piloting I can do, Well," he continued, already backing for the door, "I'll get to that shuttle, then, and leave Ops in your capable hands, Master Chief V'Lur, I'd probably just be in your way, here, anway,"
"Indeed, you would, sir," the Vulcan responded, still without looking away from his work. "Zero-Two's loadout is for Med-Evac, sir. Stand-by for further orders," he added as Thomason turned and exited Flight Ops.
Posted on 2017-05-18 at 09:53:52.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Who needs security?
I've got a Trill with five personalities, a sword, and an Andorian girlfriend. 
Posted on 2017-05-17 at 16:03:04.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: I know we were told to shut up and fly but...
... I just HAVE to point out that things are likely coming full circle here. And I quote:
A smirk played at the right corner of the Captain's mouth. "Either that, or you'll likely have a front row seat at my eventual court martial, no?"
Tochi grinned; "If it comes to that; I suppose so."
The Trill helmsman leaned forward, then, resting his elbows on his knees and lacing his fingers together as he regarded the Captain. "In our experience, Silas," he began, "we have come to understand that what others think they know about us is probably as far from true knowledge as this ship is from the Delta Quadrant. Most of what they think they know is based on little more than their own interpretation of tiny parts of another's larger, over-all existence. Those interpretations, too, are often based on the elucidations of others who related them, second or third hand, from some initial interpretation which was likely born of the same flawed logic.
I've known you long enough to form my own opinions, for example - I ‘know' you to be an honorable and honest man; I ‘know' that you are a capable and reliable starship Captain and an excellent Starfleet Officer;" Tochi had been ticking these observations off on his fingers as he went but, as he very carefully broached the next point, he folded his hands together, again, and leaned back into his chair, "And I also ‘know' why you refused regenerative treatment for those scars you bear. Yet, despite all of these things that I ‘know,' I can't honestly say that I truly know Silas James Drake, and no one else can, either."
The Trill arched a brow, then, and offered a knowing smile. "The only beings in the whole of the universe that truly know us, Captain, are ourselves. Every last bright spot and every dark corner of who you really are is archived, in it's original and unedited form, inside of you and nowhere else. Not in here," Tochi pressed a finger to his head, "not out there," that same finger swept toward the door indicating the crew on the other side of it, "and certainly not in the mind of some frilling, stick-in-her-sphincter, Admiral who's never even met you in person and bases what she ‘knows' on redacted documentation and hearsay,"
He spread his hands, then, offered a smile, and shrugged; ",So, yes, take your petty pleasure in proving them wrong, and then, take expansive pleasure when they've been forced to admit it..."
...aaaaaaand...
"From all I've read," the Trill grinned, gesturing to the model of The Golden Hind, "Your ancestor had a very similar mindset to yours. In the grand scheme of things, when all was said and done, he was quite successful, wasn't he?" Tochi moved for the door, then, saying; "Sir Francis Drake, I imagine, put very little stock in what ifs; perhaps, Captain Silas Drake should emulate that, as well, hm?"
He had reached the door, now, and, just before cueing it to open, he turned back and regarded the Captain, once again. "For the record, sir," he said, "If it does come to a court martial, I will be there, front and center, as your friend above all else.
See you at the tribunal, Captain! Would you like us to prepare a boarding party and remove Captain Jacobs from the Coronado's bridge?
P.S. Post has gotten rather lengthy and continues to grow... may be tomorrow morning before I post... unless I can find a decent way to "chunk it out"....
Posted on 2017-05-17 at 15:53:43.
Edited on 2017-05-17 at 15:56:59 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: Shuttles and Security
Ody - Starfleet Security does have what are referred to as security restraints - basically the 24th century version of handcuffs.
As to the shuttles, the post I'm currently writing up has someone from Flight Control serving as your pilot (most likely Kook or Megan)... this frees up the entirety of your Security detachment to board the Stormspike if need be.
Posted on 2017-05-17 at 11:59:20.
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: All right...
...I've got a post started (well, continuing, actually... again, the whole use of shuttles kind of plays into a little 'fluff piece' I had going for Flight Control, anyway, so I'm just building on what I already had started). With any luck, I'll get it tacked up this afternoon.
Posted on 2017-05-17 at 09:07:09.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: It's not so much impatience...
...as it was boredom. Found myself sitting here with too much time on my hands and too much fluff in my dome... Haga and Benne are what came out of that.
Posted on 2017-05-17 at 07:10:26.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Okay... just because I couldn't help myself...
I interjected a little NPC(s) post for some "flavor."
Celeste - these NPCs now belong to The Lute and Lynnbrooke. Use them as you will.
Hagga is an older, female dwarf. An expatriate from the mountains to the west (or north, if you prefer). She has a square face, uneven silver hair, and dark gray eyes. She's lived in Lynnbrooke for a number of years and has made a mild reputation for herself as a jeweler and gemcutter. I figure she's fairly regular at the Lute and does a good deal of trading with Talca (and other adventuring types), buying up any gems or the like they might have returned with should she manange to haggle what she considers a fair price.
Benne is a human girl of perhaps 18 to 20 years old and, as mentioned in post, is the daughter of a local goatherd named Gil. She's tall, rather gangly, and has sharp but not unattractive features, wispy hair the color of copper, and large eyes a shade of gray much lighter that her "auntie" Hagga. She's become quite adept at tending her own herd (actually a smaller sampling of Gil's) but longs for a life of adventure. Talca encountered her in a pasture once, a few years ago, and she's been rather smitten with him ever since, even though nothing more than a kiss on the cheek has ever transpired between them.
Sooooo.... there's that... all player should feel free to use them at your discretion... if you have questions about their personalities that you can't ferret out for yourselves, just let me know.
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 18:11:13.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Some NPC flavor... and, perhaps, some "clarification"?
",Aye! But I dinna know why ye need ta bring ‘er with ye e'rywhere ye go!" The words crossed the threshold of the tavern's door before the woman who had spoken them.
"You take your tools everywhere you go, Haga," replied another, younger woman's voice as the door swung wider, "What's the difference?"
"That's no' a tool," Haga called back, "et's a goat!" The stout dwarven woman stood in the doorway, one hand on the slab, holding it open, and the other wagging a finger in the direction of the road and the as yet unseen other. "An' th' diff'rence es tha' my tools won' shyte onna floor an' ‘ave ‘Enry all riled up now, innit?"
"Her name is Walda,," the other voice answered, causing Haga to run a hand through her uneven, silver hair and roll her gray eyes in mock-exasperation, "and I wasn't planning on bringing her inside."
The dwarven woman - Haga by name and a resident of Lynnbrook known for her skill as a gem-cutter and jeweler - shook her head slowly and made a "hurry up" gesture with her freehand before letting it settle on a broad hip. "Could ye no've a'least put'er en th' stables ‘round back," she complained, "Fer th' luv o' stone, she smells like,"
"Like a goat?" A smiling young woman now appeared in the doorway just beyond Haga. She was a human girl with a not unpleasantly angular face, fine red hair, and large gray eyes. Her simple clothes were travel-stained and well-worn, and she carried a slightly crooked staff of oak in one hand. Regulars would recognize her as Benne, eldest daughter of a local goatherd named Gil.
"Aye," Haga snorted, her hand falling away from the Lute's door as Benne took her turn at holding the thing open, "Jus' like a goat, How ye manage ta keepin' th' stenk off'n ye th' way ye do'll e'er be beyon' me kin."
Benne only giggled in response to that and, as the dwarven woman trudged into the Lute's common room, she let go of the door and followed in her steps. Haga had only taken a few of those when she stopped short and took a quick measure of the place to see which tables might be open or, instead, if she and her companion would have to sit at the bar.
"Lavender," Benne's voice said softly from over her shoulder as Haga's eyes perused their options.
"Mmm," Haga nodded, half-distractedly before stopping her scan short, blinking, and then snapping her head back around to fix the human girl with a befuddled expression, "Eh, wut?"
"Lavender," Benne repeated with a smile, "That's how I keep the smell off, Well, usually, anyway. Like everything else, lavender's harder to come by since thi, Oh.My.Mother!.. is that Talca?"
"Lav'nder? Smell? Talca?" Another flurried fluttering of eyelids preceded the dwarf's response. Benne was a dear friend, more a beloved niece, perhaps, were Hagga's affection for the human girl truly known, but, at times, the girl's prattling manner of speech caused her head to ache, "Wut? Whar?" Her eyes had already begun tracking Benne's smitten gaze toward the bar when the ginger-haired lass gestured with the head of her staff.
"There," Benne cooed wistfully, "At the bar, with Finn,"
"Bless me! So it is!" A crooked grin tugged at Hagga's lips as, her gaze picking out the pathfinder, she reached back and up, gently pushing Benne's slack-jawed mouth shut. "Mind yer tongue, lass," the dwarf snickered, "less'n ye trip o'er it e're we've said hullo; I'll no' ‘ave yer Da blamin' me fer th' drool on yer chen, neither!"
"Mmmhmm," came the half giggled/half sighed answer as Hagga's heavy steps guided Benne's lighter ones toward where the point-eared ranger and burnt druid stood among the patrons lining the bar.
",you can't be troubled to share that small bit of information or, for that matter, so much as a name,"
Both women, human and dwarf, took interested note of the tone in which the pathfinder seemed to be addressing a slip of a halfling, whom neither of them recognized at a glance, sitting only a few stools away from him and Finn. Hagga and Benne, too, both couldn't help but wonder what had caused the typically genial elf to address the stranger so, and each woman's eyes were drawn to the Halfling for a moment, Hagga's lingered long enough to offer the little woman a nod, though, Benne's larger, glittery ones found their way almost instantly back to the elf.
Talca was offering the Halfling an unconcerned shrug as the Lute's latest arrivals got within a handful of steps. "I'm sorry to have troubled you and bid you quel undome."
"Kool oondohmee, y'self," Hagga rumbled, clambering up onto one of the stools that spanned the gap between Finn, Talca, and the dark-haired fuzz-foot, "ya bark-eatin' bunny-humper, An' yew tew, Fenn," She raised a thick hand at the druid as she settled her rump onto the stool,
"H'lo, Talca," Benne chirruped from behind an unabashed batting of eyelashes as she fumbled at trying to take the other stool without letting her eyes stray from the elf.
The pathfinder's heretofore flat features curled up into a familiar smile at the appearance of the two locals. "Hagga," he nods his welcome to the dwarven jeweler, "a pleasure to see you as always." His honey-colored eyes found the human girl, then, and he might have actually blushed a bit before offering her a nod deep enough that some might have called it an attempt at a bow. "Benne," he smiled, "Vanimlle sila tiri,"
Benne may have swooned at that, though it was difficult to tell as, in coincidence with her delighted giggle, the girl veritably collapsed onto the stool, swoon or seat, the difference was negligible.
"Yew stop tha'!" Hagga reached past Finn to swat Talca soundly on the shoulder, "I'll no' be takin' this'n home ta her Da stewed in ‘er own juices onnaccount o' yer a ruttin' goat, Mester Adalvat'ar!"
"I like goats," Benne cooed.
"Of course you do," Talca winked even as he recoiled, snickering, from the dwarven lady's blow, "how is Walda?"
The ginger-haired girl's smile nearly spilt her face in two. "She's well, Mother bless me," she answered, tipping her head in the direction of the door only so far that the elf never left her sight, "She's just outside if you'd care to see her. I know I, SHE, she'd be happy to see you,"
"After a bit, perhaps," Talca returned, "Ow!"
"Ow!" Brenne echoed.
"Both of ye; bloody weel stop'et," Hagga admonished, having delivered a double handed swat to the flirty elf and her enamored human charge, "I sweer ta Kharox, if'n I hafta tell yer Da me plans ta cut this'n's berries from their bag, Benne, et'll no' be a faerie-story this go 'round!"
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 17:57:50.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Everybody hates Eol...
...it keeps them from hating each other as much, donchaknow?
I remember the "wasted hours" in traffic and the hour-long lunches that really came down to about 20 minutes in which to actually eat... Can't say I miss those parts of working in an office with other people, but, at times, I do miss the camaraderie and BSing with my coworkers. It's a give and take either way, I suppose... A blessing and a curse all at once.
Looking forward to posts from both Finn and Teensy McTinyton... in the meantime, I might have a post in the works for a couple of NPCs that'll be interrupting. 
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 16:40:25.
Edited on 2017-05-16 at 16:41:16 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Trek: the Edge of Duty Q&A
Subject: SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Tingles!
Tingles, I tell you!
Love it! I'll post soon!
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 16:32:26.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Ahhh, the benefits of a home office!
I cannot say that they suck at all! That three step commute across the hallway is a KILLER, though.
Looking forward to the replies whenever they may show up.
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 10:08:03.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: LOL! No bickering here...
...just falling into the role play!
Anyhoo... tiny post is posted (no pun intended). Talca's apparently done with the "games" as well.
P.S. Elves don't cause cancer... we ARE cancer! 
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 08:38:06.
Edited on 2017-05-16 at 08:40:48 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Mani ume lle quena?
"Excuse me, aier," he calls, offering an affable grin as the woman turns her questioning gaze in his direction, "I don't recognize you as being from around these parts and, if you are, my apologies, miss, but I can't recall your name. Might I ask from where you've come to Lynnbrooke?"
The Female Halfling take a sip of her wine, then slowly turns to look at the Elf who had spoken. She had been listening of course; they didn't seem to be whispering so it wasn't really spying. She didn't smile this time as she turned back to her drink as she said, "What dus it matter? Yar friend will only find some way to throw it back at me as an insult. I am dun playing his game."
The elf's brows knit in confusion and his gaze flits between Finn and the little rogue for an instant. Game, he couldn't help but wonder, What game? Have I missed something?
No matter, he told himself, shaking the thought from his head and tipping his cup to his mouth. When the cup came away, again, any semblance of a smile had melted from the Pathfinder's lips and there was something harder about his eyes, too, as he leveled his gaze at the Halfling,
"It matters," he said flatly, "because I tend to care about this place and what happens here, ascarer. If you've come to Lynnbrook from some other place, I should like to know if things are much the same there as here," The sigh that escaped him as he offered a slow shake of his head was peppered with the same mild irritation that had just colored his countenance. ",If you can't be troubled to share that small bit of information of, for that matter, so much as a name," he shrugs faintly as his gaze peels away, "I'm sorry to have troubled you and bid you quel undome."
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 08:36:04.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Okie dokie...
...in that case, I'll probably have a short little response/reaction from Talca posted in a bit.
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 08:04:51.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: "Easily infatuated"
I like that description...
See, Boo.... I told ya the tomcat comment was aimed at Talca.
Posted on 2017-05-16 at 07:39:05.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: No, no, no! Thank YOU!!!
I'm having entirely too much fun with this!
Post is up... plenty of room in there, I think, for replies/responses from both Finn and Tiny McLittlestein... and, y'know, whomever else may want to make an appearance.
Posted on 2017-05-15 at 16:40:00.
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