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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: clowns - funny you should mention clowns
You literally went the wrong direction. You posted that you were going to head to the ship, check the cortex for jobs etc etc. Then you posted that you were going to check on Sam and Wolf. Well I had the post ready for you to go back to the ship, but if you ain't going back then I can't do all the things I wanted to and they wouldn't be fair to do to Willow. Furthermore, the stuff I was gonna do to Sam and Wolf, I can't do if you are there watching. So you pickled me good.
So I will rethink the storyline and see if I can't post by Wednesday. Sam is awake now so he can respond to Wyatt's post.
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 20:06:35.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Need to check your character
Still working on up-ing character. Adrian, you get 5 levels of new spells this level. That means you can gibe yourself 5 1st level, 2 2nd levela and a 1st, etc etc.
I have posted the rest of the intro. Please post any reactions and questions so I can get the party moving.
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 00:43:29.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: whoa
You gave me a lot to work with, and blew my plans completely out of the water. Not that was a bad thing, i had just expected you to do one thing and you decided on another. It is good to keep me on my toes but I will have to delay posting a bit.
Finances - I will look into that this week. The mule will need some major fixing, you need fuel, and you are pass due on at least two regular maintenances of Rocinante(Kora warned you when you left Beaumonde, which was a spell ago). then there is the usual food, port fees, septic flush, freah water, power hookup, etc etc etc. But I will calculate all that for you.
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 00:39:52.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Second part and you are off
“How much do any of you know about the Elven blood wars?”
Matthias stood up and gave his rendition of the historic war, followed by Dapple’s short but decisively different version of the story.
“So,” Char said into the silence Matthias had left behind. “Ya tinks we be facin’ sum’tin’ demonic an’ undead dis time?”
Dapple replied, “Besides, Dwan, disappearing cattle? Missing villagers? Undead warriors? Sounds like you need Kilgim and a whole church full of his bretheren to go bless the place. Maybe some “mages of vast power” to blast those that aren’t undead, but this isn’t the sort of thing you need me for. Put me back in jail if you want to, I’ll just let myself out later.”
“Aye, tho’ da lad’s as bitin’ as swamp ‘squitos, ‘e makes a poin’ Dwan,” Char said through a half smile. “Dare ain’ nuttin’ I gots ‘gains’ strong arms an’ goo’ steal—fac’ I ‘fere it t’ all da mystica’ hooba-jooba, bu’ undead be proven t’ be da domain o’ those touch by da gods. So, we gonna git some o’ da various church’s ‘elp, er we jus’ da scoutin’ party?”
Adrian chimed in, "The invasion of the elves, dragons and shadows is what catalyzed the formation of the Empire. Of course how much of that we can trust is still up in the air. I'll be happy to relate more of the 'official' history at a later time. As to now, I can promise that behind every undead is something with a squishy part that can be stabbed by non-magical hands. The mystical are actually not all that mystical, often times a good whetstone is just as effective as a weeks worth of prayer. Regardless, I am eager to set out once more under your jurisdiction. Archmages always hoard the best goodies and trinkets."
Dwan opened his mouth to answer when suddenly Maximus came crashing to the floor with a rather surprised and very unheroic yelp. All eyes turned to look at the gladiator and he arose from his slumber shaken and dusty from his fall. The chair upon which he’d been sitting appears to have crumbled completely into dust – actually pink iridescent dust that seems to cling to Maximus’s armour and clothing like sparkly glue. As much as he tries to brush it off, it just seems top spread further over his armour.
Matthias’ bird suddenly squawks loudly, “Pretty in Pink! Caw! Caw! Caw! Pretty in Pink!”
“Do you might if we continue Maximus?” Dwan asks while barely holding back laughter. The Dwarf clears his throat, “This is why I never trust wooden chairs. Give me a stone bench any day. Now, back to the business at hand. I want you to go as the scouting party to be sure. But I don’t believe for a minute that this is what it appears to be – so I’m sending you people. I think that someone or something is using the Zephur legend as a front to cover something else. You have been my best weapon against unknown strangeness and when a hammer works, you don’t change it for a pair of tongs. As to you Dapple Moon, you be going for the same reason you went on the last two missions – because some people tell me you are indispensable as a team member and apparently good at those dark arts that we need not list here. No one is forcing you to go though and I have no need for you in prison. I’m sure that Fast Toes could supply me with another one better than you, and let the hobbit decide your fate.”
“The reason I bring up the blood wars, despite some inventive histories, is the gates.” Gwanele continued, “Matthias is correct in the knowledge that the gates were the key to the demons that attacked this realm. Instead of providing instantaneous transport to another part of this world, they opened up rifts in the dimension itself. The gems you found at the tower were cut in a particular way that, when I researched it, was used as the focus for the elven gates. Now no one alive knows how to make one or even activate it if they did. It is believe that you couldn’t without the old magic of the elves anyway. But, you have gems cut for gates, a commander with a demon’s arm, demon’s possessing, and a powerful old magic artifact all in one place over a short time – all linked to the empire. It makes me nervous.”
Dwan added, “Now this probably has nothing to do with this mission, but you keep surprising me with your ability to find trouble. So I wanted you to know about this, just in case.”
Gwanele nodded, “One more thing. The being that held Alloryn called herself the Green Goddess and from what we can tell of your reports, was weak in darkness and powerful in the sun. I could find no reference to a green goddess or even a demon of that nature.”
(Assuming some conversation)
“It will be a five day journey to the town of Hevlorn. Supplies will be made available as well as funds out of the promised payment. Each of you will receive a pair of healing potions and holy water will be available to any who feel the need. Any questions?”
Posted on 2008-10-05 at 20:28:38.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: np
I have been tending to a sick babe (double ear infections) so I haven't been a posting machine either. Hopefully Cathy and I will manage some time this weekend.
Posted on 2008-10-03 at 18:25:18.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: control
For NPCing Asher, I would prefer a PC take the reins, not me.
Volunteers?
Posted on 2008-10-02 at 16:16:20.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: wait a sec
Blammm - you are not delaying this game. I have been taking care of my son who developed an infection in both ears and throat on Saturday pass. Cathy has been travelling since Sunday so I have been struggling with sick son, work and a lack of sleep - hence no post from me.
As I have a newborn, a daughter on the edge of puberty and a wife who travels for work, I do fully understand real life issues. That is why this game is so leisurely.
I would sooner cut off my arm than lose Asher. I am more than willing to NPC him for awhile until you can get back on your feet. I would also remind you that your post doesn't have to be award winning every time. A couple of paragraphs of intentions and thoughts are enough for now.
If you do choose to drop out, it will sadden me but I will understand as I go through RL problems all the time. However, this game and cwwllo keep me sane, so I stick to them.
Posted on 2008-10-02 at 12:26:40.
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Topic: Lady Vanadia's Birthday
Subject: Lady Vanadia's Birthday
Just wanted to share - today is Vanadia's birthday. Please join me in wishing her a very happy birthday as she had to spend today on the road traveling from Phillie to New Jersey.
I love you honey! Looking forward to when you come home.
Happy Birthday! Woohoo!
Posted on 2008-09-30 at 19:36:38.
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Topic: To Olan!!
Subject: Never drink and surf
Drunk web surfing to the Inn can lead to waking up in the morning naked in a hot tub with Grugg and a cocktail waitress named Lola.
Not speaking from experience.
Oh, and We love you Man. In an arm wrestle, let's go invade a country, brotherly kinda way.
Posted on 2008-09-29 at 11:49:14.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: in the Saloon tunes
Dr.McGuire’s. 5:30 pm
“He gonna be a’right?”
He’s gonna be right as rain. In fact, I have already disconnected him from the monitor and he’s sleeping normally. His girl will be coming to take him home soon.”
“Good,” Sam nodded, “good. Listen, there was a woman wit’ me at th’ bank… Miss Brigit… I notice she ain’t here. Reckon that means she’s okay t’boot? That is ta say, she din’t get all shot up er uglified er nothin’, right?”
The doctor laughs softly to himself, “No, Miss Brigit is doing fine, thanks to your efforts. Still as pretty and turning heads as a pretty woman is prone to do.”
“Ku,” Sam breathed a sigh of relief. “Whatcha know ‘bout that schoolmarm, anyhoo, Doc? Don’ recollect ever runnin’ inta a woman quite like her anywhere’s else, get me?”
“Well, there is a lot of talk around here about her, but I find that the prettier the woman, the more dirty the talk if you catch my meaning. She’s an ambitious one, I can say that and not above using what she’s got to her advantage, but in this end of the verse, you work with the tools you got.”
(Assume some sort of agreement here)
“What I don’t get is her and JW. They says they’re engaged but frankly, JW has only one love and that is a card table. His mine is his second mistress and Brigit doesn’t strike me as a woman who can play a third.”
*Thump, Thump, Thump*
The doctor looks up towards the doorway, “Excuse me Mr. Dash. That will be Mary.” And he leaves the room. Sam can hear the sound of conversation through the open door and then the Doc returns with a pretty brown haired woman. She looks directly at Albert and runs to his side. The teller comes to with the commotion and there is a tearful moment as the couple hold each other. Sam can’t help but notice that the Doctor can watch them as they embrace and talk about love. He is clearly pained to see the display of love and affection.
“Excuse me Miss Mary,” The Doc says after clearing his throat, “But you best be taking Albert home and let him rest there. Now Albert, you come back tomorrow and I’ll see to those burn marks, but the shot I gave you should dull any pain until then. Now you head right to bed now and get some rest. No, use the back door, it will be easier. Yes, yes, yes, it was nothing. You all go home, ya’ hear.” He says as he escorts them to the door. After they leave, he closes the door and walks over to a far cabinet, opens the door and moves some bottles around. He pulls out a bottle of whiskey – high end stuff from the black JD on the bottle, and a couple of glasses. He pours himself a half full glass and promptly empties it. He pours another and puts the bottle on the counter, next to the other glass. “Feel free to help yourself when the knitter is done. No good for you now, but once you are done, a glass or two won’t do anything but help you sleep. I’m gonna see about some dinner and then head to bed afterwards, but I’ll bring you in something to eat and check on you before I do.”
The Roads to the Saloon 4:30 -5:00
The newspaper man wouldn’t let up on Wyatt. Charles finally had a story worth printing and he wanted to get it badly. So much so that the words coming from the new Sheriff didn’t really matter as much as the idea of having a sheriff in town.
Wyatt stopped cold in the street, his head lowered slightly, his eyes on the ground. When he spoke, his tone was the messenger of death. “Mister, you’re Shiah Hwa, an’ if’n you print that Da Shiang La Se La Ch’wohn Tian you’re gonna find yerself losing more’n a few of yer readers when I pack up and burn atmo leavin’ this dirt rock for the vultures. Bai Tuo, Uhn Jin Yee Dien”
Charles stopped in the street and paled visibly. “Um…I don’t really see the need for such language sir.” He stepped back in fear of the man who had brought Ethan Ludlow down, “I …umm…Why don’t we talk another time … when you are in a better …I mean a more personable mind.” And he back pedaled as fast as dignity would let him before deciding to out and out run.
The rest of the way, no one asked him questions or called out to him, but they were all watching, as if hoping beyond hope that they could lay their fears to rest at the feet of someone willing to wear a badge.
Lawrence Saloon
Willow and James sat together talking while Wyatt and Asher moved directly towards JW. Willow noticed the blonde lady at the bar and asked, “James darling, who is that lady at the bar?”
James looked over at the lady and back at Willow, “I don’t rightly know. She came in on the same ship as JW, but left the ship as soon as it was on the ground and came directly here. Not much into talking, Lord knows that Lisa has tried.” He says.
Wyatt accepts the chips from JW, secretly pleased that he has payment when things were beginning to look like anything would happen to prevent this job from being a simple one. Wyatt steps forward and takes the stack up in hand, offering J.W. a nod before stepping back again. “Not the gamblin’ type, but thanks anyway. Look, there’s this other thing: those about town have taken t’ callin’ me, or Asher here, sheriff. Now, I don’t wanna go pissin’ on people’s boots, but I’d appreciate it if’n you could call ‘em off a bit? I’m gonna have enough trouble linin’ up additional work without there bein’ some negative connotation attached t’ my name, dohn-ma?”
JW nods, “People here are in a bit of a bind, and you are the first they have seen of a man who stands up for his own. Can’t blame them for wanting a piece of you. Hell, I wish that I could offer you the job, but I knows you don’t want it. Listen, there is a meeting tomorrow morning of the leaders and the like of this town. Why don’t you come out, it is at the meeting hall over the bank, and I can tell everyone then and there you ain’t no sheriff. It will be the fastest way to get the news across.”
(assuming an answer here of nay or yay)
Wyatt goes over to the bar and hands in his chips. The bartender, a Chinese man of above average height and broad muscular shoulders, glances at the chips and says, “Quan! (one thousand) I have to give you platinum and credit notes Da yeh or else I call Pete to open vault.”
(I am gonna assume you have no problem with notes since you were willing to do a wire transfer)
The bartender counts out the coin and notes in mandarin for you to assure accuracy. “What can I get you?”
Wyatt orders a soda and Asher, milk. The Chinese man stares back at them for awhile, as if he’s expecting a punch line or something. “Mo Min Chi Meow this is a saloon Da yeh not a nursery store. If it can’t make you fall down and sleep, we don’t serve it! Dohn ma?”
(assume you will order something else or go without)
James and Willow come up to the table after Wyatt leaves with his chips. James introduces Willow to JW and also to the other men at the table, “Willow, this is JW our man in parliament. Bailey Sachett is the mining engineer. Over here is Chad Sloat (picture Viggo Mortensen in ROTK), the mining union representative and this here is Major Montebank (picture Michael Sloan from “The Equalizer”), the superintendent of the mine.”
The Major stands and bows to Willow as a proper gentlemen would when introduced to a lady. Chad stands up and bows too, but awkwardly, like he has no idea why he’s doing this but feels he has to follow the lead. JW offers his hand and greets Willow pleasantly but doesn’t get up. Greetings and small talk ensue. In a short time Willow determines that Major Montebank was an officer for the alliance during the war, but he doesn’t like to brag or bring it up much as there are people here who fought on the other side. Chad is a nervous sort who views Montebank with some hostility although it is not reciprocated. JW is pleasant and charming in his own direct manner but he is more interested in getting back to the cards. The senator looks Willow in the eyes when talking and his eyes never stray to her body as most men would, even the Major and Chad. Sensing some discomfort, Willow brings the conversation around.
“I know we’ve been paid for our delivery, and I thank you for the kindness.” Willow smiles charmingly, “The same blockade that stopped deliveries coming in would be an equal barrier to anything leaving, hmm? Care to take advantage of our soon to be empty cargo bay?”
“No worries on the embargo.” JW answers, “The Allliance just wants to make sure nothing on to the planet that can help us mine. You could fly a ship full of drugs, weapons and concubine slaves pass them and they wouldn’t even say boo. Beggin’ your pardon Miss. As to cargo, well, as I was saying to your captain here, we be having a meeting at the hall above the bank tomorrow morning. I think it will be of interest to you and yours and there will definitely some cargo to go, and perhaps some to come back.”
“We going to need more ummm containers.” Bailey says looking at his cards and folding, “We’ll use up most of this shipment in priming.”
“You going to have your election Chad?” The major asks a little too casually.
“As soon as I get the miners in order and in one place. You can’t stop me Major! The guild deserves a voice here. Someone to …”
“Cool off Chad, I’m just asking. Seems like this would be the best time, If these people are heading out, you could register at the nearest guildhouse.” The Major discards and take a card, “I may not think much of the Guild but I am perfectly willing to let others join whatever causes they want. If you need a gathering place, this would be the place. You could have a general meeting tomorrow here before the shifts start”
“Willow, it’s time t’ return t’ the ship,” Wyatt called from the bar, his drink done. Then, as an afterthought. “There’s a wave came through for ya earlier as well. Thought you’d like t’ know.”
“Alas, my love,” Willow said to James, “My captain calls and I must follow. Thank you for a wonderful evening.” She brought her face close to his and gave him a kiss, one that was both light and sweet, but could have so easily deepened into more. Eyes sparkling, she touched those soft lips with her fingers, and then squeezed his hand in goodbye. Before he could argue, she rose, swiftly, and glided to the captain, taking the offered elbow and nodding another goodbye to JW.
JW arose and walked towards the doorway with you, “Let me see you out. There’s something I want to mention to you just between us folk.”
You pass through the saloon doors and out into the street. JW turns to you and talks in a low voice, “Listen. Them there Alliance squad were very interested in that Ethan Ludlow. So much so they took his body with them. Now the squad captain said that Ethan had a father and two other brothers. One of the brothers was around these parts, a real mean one too, but he left awhile ago, I’m told. But Ethan’s father is a commandant in the alliance military; I think she said his name was Horatio. Yeah, Horatio and Ethan and Edward and Ernest. Anyway, thought I would warn you but they got no tie to you. When they asked about the shooting, everyone played dumb and said we arrived and they’s was dead. The folk around here they didn’t pay much attention to, and those they did would say it was the sheriff, which you ain’t, right. But I’d won’t go bragging around none, not that you strike me as the bragging type.”
(interject conversation here)
“Well, I’ll see you in a few hours. Best get back in there before the cards get cold or Chad and the Major start to come to blows. I ain’t a senator as much as I’m a babysitter.”
OOC: I’m going stop here and post because I have had this going now for five days and no end in sight. So post if you wish. Blammm can slip in a back post. Vanadia has expressed an interest in changing her action of returning to the ship. There was mention of some sneaking and snooping but I haven’t seen evidence of that beyond Willow pumping James.
If no one posts by the weekend, I'll continue with my previous plan.
Posted on 2008-09-24 at 23:38:52.
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Topic: Scary Stuff
Subject: what a strange thing to say
Pekka Soderval (Raven) works for Nokia. I think that Pekka is about the equivalent to Peter in North America - very common.
Posted on 2008-09-23 at 16:31:37.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: relax
I am just messing with you. Go ahead and post and let the chips fall where they may.
Why do all my players get so paranoid????
BTW - Tann, if you don't get to a post don't worry. You are fixing the mule right now which doesn't require a whole lot from Wolf at the moment.
Posted on 2008-09-22 at 15:04:29.
Edited on 2008-09-22 at 15:06:44 by Alacrity
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: finishing my thoughts
Too tired...
What I meant to say in that last entry is that my post is rather lengthy as it covers a lot of things over a long period of time. Because of that, my post will delayed a day or two - so if you wish to post Blammm, that is fine by me. I will weave whatever you give me int othe storyline.
However - if you can't post by the end of the day (Monday) please let me know. Believe it or not, your actions will influence things in this bar and I need to know. The right chain of event occurs and you are sitting pretty for the evening. Wrong chain of events and you are Sheriff Wyatt's first arrest for murder. Not that those are the only two options, but they are the extremes.
Posted on 2008-09-22 at 13:56:53.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: yo bobbo
Adrian! Come out to play!
Posted on 2008-09-22 at 13:49:35.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: my post
I have written 3 pages of a post and only reached the point of Willow being introduced. So feel free to post yours and i will continue with my lengthy post and weave yours in.
Posted on 2008-09-22 at 09:32:52.
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Topic: Ye scurvy dogs!
Subject: arrgh
arrgh. Ack. Pfft!
Posted on 2008-09-19 at 18:09:24.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: really
Funny you should say that.....
Posted on 2008-09-18 at 20:12:07.
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Topic: Demonic Vending Machine
Subject: fdsafdas
It gives you fire ants and sprays honey on you.
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I feed it my hopes, dreams, inspirations and youthful idealism - since I'm not using any of them anymore.
Posted on 2008-09-17 at 16:25:52.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: because
Disasters don't bring out the best in people, they actually bring out the real person inside.
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Why do I have so many emails offering to sell me Viagra? or to enlarge my Man-rod?
Posted on 2008-09-17 at 16:23:29.
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Topic: yet another movie thread...
Subject: and
Porco Rosso is my favourite ghibli film by far. I also thought Narssica of The Valley (sp?) was excellent as well.
Castle in the Sky and Kiki Delivery Service ... not bad but not nearly as good.
Posted on 2008-09-17 at 16:07:48.
Edited on 2008-09-17 at 16:09:32 by Alacrity
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sunday
As I said, I won't be updating the game until Sunday, so get it in while you can. When I do, I think, and hope that I will finally get the ice off your ship and into a new day. Woohoo! Robert must be getting tired of posting from the hospital bed.
Soon you will have more work than you can shake a stick at - and you may need to keep that stick handy.
Posted on 2008-09-17 at 14:04:36.
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Topic: The wrath of Ike
Subject: not much here
By the time it hit Toronto, it was 50 mph winds and all it did was blow the cover off my bbq.
My thoughts are with all our members in the danger zone.
Posted on 2008-09-15 at 14:55:26.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: too bad
I was hoping you'd post one of those great ideas Blammm. I won't be posting a move until next weekend due to a busy schedule. So if youhave time before Sunday next, feel free to post. Otherwise, I'll order you a milk and have you talk up the pretty happy girl.
Posted on 2008-09-15 at 03:33:40.
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Topic: Blatantly Obvious Lies
Subject: conspiracy
Because Proctor and Gamble (makers of Scope) pay the coffee growers to use a secret bad breath causing agent on their coffee beans.
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Does anyone look good in spandex?
Posted on 2008-09-11 at 15:35:28.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: wow
Great job on weaving in the conversation. That was truly inspired. For the record though, you were a lot worse off than the Banker. I mean, if it wasn't for plot points - you be dead.
Posted on 2008-09-11 at 01:12:37.
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