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Topic: Tumbleweeds, again
Subject: it's true
I have zero time for any writing right now, but just enough to briefly pop into the Inn and vote...twice. Work and home. 
Posted on 2012-05-24 at 18:46:44.
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Topic: Shadow Cathedral Q/A
Subject: real life, dagummit!
Hey gang!
I posted up in the Comings and Goings, but I thought I’d put something here too. I’m on a semi-forced hiatus for the next five weeks. My sincerest apologizes ~ as unfortunate as it is sometimes, real life comes first.
Have fun you guys! See you soon!
loves,
me
Posted on 2012-05-14 at 14:59:03.
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Topic: Warm Weather Working Intermission!
Subject: Don't worry!
I'll be back before you know it. I just can't stay away from this pack of squirrels!
Posted on 2012-05-14 at 14:55:26.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: hiatus!
Hey gang!
I posted up in the Comings and Goings, but I thought I’d put something here too. I’m on a semi-forced hiatus for the next five weeks. My sincerest apologizes ~ as unfortunate as it is sometimes, real life comes first.
I figure since Maggie is more of a secondary character, this shouldn’t be too much of a problem. If need be, I give my consent for Eol to put here in here and there while I am away, just as long as she doesn’t come away too slobbery from facelicks.
Have fun you guys! See you soon!
loves,
me
Posted on 2012-05-14 at 14:47:42.
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Topic: Warm Weather Working Intermission!
Subject: Happy Hippy Hiatus
Greetings Innmates!
Where did spring go? How did summer get here so quickly? Time has seemed to run away with me again. It looks like rather than being able to come home after work, unplug and do a bit of writing, I must now come home, and plug my brain into a whole mess of different goodies. I am taking a semi-forced hiatus for the next few weeks. Doing what you say? Pictures may follow, but know that I am working my butt off, and somewhere in the mix having a blast. My sincerest apologizes for suddenly disappearing. I will see you all in about five weeks or so!
loves,
me
Posted on 2012-05-14 at 14:39:09.
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Topic: Happy Mother's Day!
Subject: Happy Mother's Day
To all of our Innmates who are mothers in one way or another, Happy Mother's Day! Thanks for taking care of us!
Posted on 2012-05-13 at 13:15:54.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: make me a sammich!
Wouldn't have expected you to.
Posted on 2012-05-12 at 14:00:51.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Oh noes!
No worries, T_O! I'm just glad it isn't the plague! ^_^
Posted on 2012-05-11 at 13:11:37.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: Never fear!
I have a thoroughly domestic post in the works!
Posted on 2012-05-11 at 00:16:22.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: before I forget
Boo-chan: Marlowe will roust Jesse at what seems like an unearthly hour to take him topside to learn as much as he can. Baudoin will stay below because, well, being blind and all, doesn't want to get underfoot. Marlowe will be on one of the crews to raise the mainsail. Thought I would give you a bit of a starter seed as far as your next post is concerened!
Posted on 2012-05-10 at 18:56:20.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Jarek and Will ~ Owchies!
Willow left Lyri on the stairs with directions to find the galley. The crew on the main deck continued to move about at a blasé pace; many seemed to be missing, and were likely in town spending their coin on drinks and women (or men). There really was no rush, they were due in port for a few days at least, and nearly everyone had been itching for some shore leave.
Especially given the events that had happened over the last month or so.
Maybe I’ll go back to Meg’s and let off a little more steam. Either that, or just die in her tub for a couple of hours. She wasn’t too keen on taking shore leave, especially here in Freeport, but getting to see her friend was a small comfort. The waves and the endless expanses of sea always held an allure for Saercyn, and sailing aboard the Moon had never failed in fulfilling that promise. Leaving her, even for a few hours, always instilled a small sense of longing; although seeing that little salty Halfling was always worth it.
What I wouldn’t give to sail with her again, Will thought as she opened the door to her own little cabin. She shut it behind her, set down Rose, and leaned heavily against the wall. The Moon rocked comfortingly under her feet as the world outside was momentarily shut out. The room smelled of her soaps and the beeswax that had burnished the wood to a soft glow. The sudden lull in activity was soothing. Will kicked out of her boots and let out a long sigh. Loosing that much blood drained most of her energy, and she looked longingly at her bunk nestled into the wall.
Not until I get out of this bloody mess.
She began stripping unceremoniously out of her bloodied garments. The choli might be able to be dyed a different color; I doubt the blood will ever come out of Jericho’s scarf She unlocked her trunk to get a fresh change of clothes when she noticed the brown packages sitting on top.
“Damnation!” The bard, in all the excitement that had followed at the Hook, had completely forgotten about Davi’s packages. Willow hastily put on her scarlet top and cut-off pants. She separated out her own vanilla soap, eye pencils and horse hair before bundling up the rest and heading back out into the corridor.
The half-elf knocked softly on Jericho’s door. After listening for any sound of movement, she tried the handle, which was unlocked, and slowly poked her head around the door.
“Misses Passat? Special delivery!” A quick look around the room told her that Davian was apparently somewhere else aboard the ship. Will set the packages down on the bed, and turned to leave. She inhaled the lingering smell of spiced rum and sharp scent of tallow. Goosebumps erupted across her skin, and she shivered slightly. The door clicked shut behind her as she stepped back into the saloon. Her hand had barely hit the knob to her own quarters before she heard the captain’s booming voice shouting orders on the main deck.
By the time Willow popped her head out topside, the crew that had been mulling about at their ease was now grumbling, stowing away loose crates and preparing the mainsail to be hoisted off the deck. Jericho looked like he was heading straight for her, or at least, pacing back and forth in her general direction.
“Oi, Jarek!” she said, unable to keep the exasperation out of her voice, “What’s all the commotion? We having a surprise inspection?”
At the sound of Willow’s voice, Jericho’s gaze abandoned the grumbling yet still busy crew and swept across the decks to frame the bard. The sight of her blackened eyes and swollen face made him cringe a bit but, as he turned and strode across the deck toward her, he still managed a roguish smile.
“Nay, Will-luv,” he grinned, hoisting the now half-empty rum bottle she had given him earlier in the day, “th’ rum’s still flowin’, aye? Wha’d there be tae inspect?”
He took another swig from the bottle as he swaggered to within a yard of her; whether he took that drink because he really wanted it or, rather, because he needed it to mask the scowl that threatened his lips and soothe the knot that tied itself in his stomach when he got a good look at just how pale and battered the shanty singer had emerged from the row at the Rusty Hook, even Jericho couldn’t have said. Either way, when the bottle came away from his mouth and his eyes turned back to capture hers again, the mischievous smile still played on his lips and in his eyes (although, there might have been an uncommon warmth to it, this time).
“Tsk,” he clucked, drawing to a stop just in front of her and reaching out his free hand to lift her chin and make a slight show of assessing her battle-scars, “I dinnae reckon yer en any state tae be singin’ these layabouts tae squarin’ thin’s away any quicker, then?
“We be sailin’ onna mornin’ tide, aft’r all,” he said, almost casually, as he sat the rum bottle on the deck, “an’ our pass’ngers’ll be aboard e’re dawn’s broke,” Jericho’s hands, now both free, cupped her face more gently than seemed possible for the size of them, and his eyes examined her injuries with more honest concern than bravado.
“Bugger all but ain’t ye a sight, lovely,” he murmured, smiling softly, “Jus’ how big a swab was it punched ye in yer gob like tha’, Will?”
She looked up into his face and grinned wearily, “Big as a house. As an Inn, Jericho. Twice tae size o’ tae faire, even!” she slowly winked, “Actually, never saw that man. All I saw was a tankard and ever loving rum spilling out of it before it hit me full in the face.” Her eyes drank him in as he held her head in his massive hands.
Will blinked, gently grabbed his wrists and moved them away from her face. She gestured around the deck, “Are you trying to start a riot, captain? One day of shore leave? Better spread the word so the rest of the crew’ll let those not aboard know.
“I’ll get the crew under time for when we leave port tomorrow, Jericho, but I doubt I can pull any miracles this evening,” She sighed, grabbed the bottle of rum off the deck railing, took a long pull and made a slight face.
“Nay, lovely,” the captain answered, shaking his head faintly and trying to find something for his hands to do, “Don’ ye worry ‘bout t’night. Get yerself a soak an’ a sleep, aye? An’ dinnae concern yerself wit’ t’morrow, neither, saavy? I reckon this lot’ll get the Moon sailin’ faster’n a scalded cat when they hear tell shore leave’s been curtailed so’s they c’n have their shares o’ twenny thousan’ Lords fer an eight day sail,” At that last, Jericho’s voice rose louder than was necessary for Willow alone to have heard it, and, sure enough, the murmurs started and spread away from them like ripples in a pond and the crew did seem to work a bit harder all the sudden.
He winked at the bardess, then, and as he moved to escort her back to her cabin, chuckled in a much lower tone, “Thirty, fer truth, Saercyn Willow. I know I c’n get thirty outta this wee monkey. We could bloody well pleasure cruise fer months on tha’, aye?”
“Why Jericho Hawkes,” she replied with a smirk , “I don’t think you even know the meaning of ‘pleasure cruise’. I’ll sing for you on the morrow, and the crew. It wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t, and besides, you might have a few crew with buggered toes and fingers if I didn’t.”
Jericho simply smiled in response to that. To his way of thinking, every time he put to sea was the beginning of a pleasure cruise; to others, though, well, the bard was likely correct if they were going by what others thought.
Will opened the door to her cabin once again, motioned him inside, and shut the door behind him. She turned to him and raised her eyebrows.
“Thirty?” Will said quietly, “You can’t be serious, Jericho.”
The captain’s smile widened and he broke into a laugh, then, “No?”
He flicked Willow a wink, his cinnamon eyes flashing even in the dim light of her cabin, and, unable to resist the call of it (what with the rum churning through his blood and some small amount of that blood still seeping from wounds he’d taken during the tussle at the Hook), allowed himself to sink down onto her bunk and let go a sigh that came close to a yawn before continuing.
“Ye may no’ think so, Willow-luv,” he grinned, his eyelids seeming to grow heavier now that he’d sat himself down, “but I be serious’s a spark in a powder-keg, aye?”
Her eyebrows seemed to rise even higher, but she said nothing. When was the last time we saw a payout like that?
“Thar be more tae th’ tale Bobo spinned fer us, lass, than ‘e let on” Jericho continued, “an’ he reckons we dinnae know it… figgers we be havin’ ‘bout’s much smarts’s a barnacle, ‘e does.” There was a chuff of a chuckle that escaped him, then, and the semblance of a yawn that followed as he shoved his hands though his hair. Without really thinking about it, he laid back on the bardess’ bunk and stretched out his legs.
“Wha’ our wee li’l monkey mate dinnae know, Will,” he said, almost sleepily now, “is tha’, fer a barnacle, I be a wee bit smarter’n most, saavy?” That roguish smile still played on his lips but his eyes had been coaxed shut by the comfort of Willow’s cot. His hands worked their way free of his beaded and braided mop, too, as he moved to fold his arms across his chest. The motion evoked a faint wince and an even fainter groan that hinted at the fact that Jericho was starting to feel the days due.
“Aye,” he murmured, “tha’ monkey’s got more tae tell, lass, an’ when he does, I’ll set me hook… Aye... Thirty...”
“Jericho, if you’re as smart as a barnacle,” Will replied as she moved over to the bunk, “then I’m a monkey’s uncle.” She sat down on the edge of it and rested her chin on her hands. Her eyes glazed over a bit as she hummed a few bars of The Dark Lady.
“An’ it’s his tale that I be worried about,” she said vaguely, still humming. The bard’s eyes focused back in on Jericho, and she gently laid her hands on his chest.
His eyes had drifted shut at the sound of her voice and he’d found himself softly humming along to her tune but, at the touch of her hands on his chest, one of Jericho’s eyes opened and regarded the bard… His heart fluttered faintly and he smiled. “Aye, an’ it be tha’ part o’ th’ bastard’s tale tha’ worries ye wha’s got our extra ten,” he snickered behind another wince.
“Did you crack a rib at the Hook?” Her face scrunched in a frown, “You better see Marlowe about it. A broken captain won’t do us any good, especially if you’re gonna get that extra ten out of Bobo.”
“Aye,” he replied with a grin, his fingers brushing over hers where they rested on his chest, “I took a bit of a bludgeon, I reckon. ‘Twas us ‘ginst th’ most o’ th’ Hook, aft’r all.” His hands drifted (somewhat reluctantly) away from hers, then, and slipped, once more, behind his head. “Me an’ Khash took worse beatin’s when we was but lads, aye,” he winked playfully, “there be nae need fer me tae go troublin’ th’ Doc wit’ me scrapes.”
Willow shook her head slightly and said, “You might want to consider just sleeping here, Jericho. I doubt that our Lady’s planks’ll be good for that.” She moved her hand above a spot on his chest, but didn’t touch it, “I can find a hammock to sleep in for the next night or two.”
The captain snorted out a bit of a chuckle at that and, with a shake of his own head, sat himself up again. “Nae, Willow-luv, I’ll nae be runnin’ ye outta yer bunk,” he wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he situated himself beside her on the edge of the cot, “I c’n sling a hammock o’ me own er sommat. Be good tae sleep out inna air, aye? Like on th’ beach a’ Eortis.”
“Ah, Eortis,” Will sighed fondly, her eyes twinkling, “How I miss that little island. Bad food, bad booze, dodging daggers nightly that were aimed for your back or a so-called dartboard. Scantily clad women ready to do anything for a drink, or a place on a boat. Sand in places you never knew you had,” she ran her hand along the hull of the ship, “I’d say that Eortis provided us with all sorts of lasting memories, yes?”
"Aye," Jericho nodded, his own eyes sparkling to match hers as he recalled the tiny island where he and Khash had first met the bardess, "more'n one, I reckon. Got you... got th' Moon..."
“Well, don’t come belly-aching to me when you find you can’t roll out of that hammock in the morning; I offered,” She smiled at Jericho, and smacked his knee, “If you’re not staying here, Jericho, then I guess I’m going to ask you to take your leave. I feel about as useful as a dead fish in a bathhouse.”
"I'll stay if'n ye'll do th' same, Will," he laughed and winked, only half joking, as he hauled himself to his feet, "but I reckon tha's a treasure still a good sail off, innit?" He rested a hand on her shoulder and leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of her head before he turned and opened the door; "An' fer wha' et's worth... Ye've far more use'n any dead fish, Saercyn Willow. I reckon I'd be adrift wi'out ye, a' any rate, aye?
He flicked her another wink and an affectionate smile as he stepped out into the corridor. "Get ye some rest, lovely," he said before closing the door, "Dawn'll be breakin' soon enough."
Posted on 2012-05-10 at 15:09:43.
Edited on 2012-05-10 at 18:17:15 by Celeste
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: alright
I'll throw this one up, then I've got our leaving shanty all written up for us to play with!
Posted on 2012-05-10 at 15:08:45.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Eol...
That would be a sign that you're gettin' old!!! *winks*
And yes, keep at it, Kriea. Wouldn't want our lady to stagnate in port! 
Posted on 2012-05-10 at 14:26:07.
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Topic: Guest Floyd
Subject: Love that fedora!
You know, I've never had this discussion with my own players, though they do get nervy when we're still rolling for initiative when everything looks dead! 
Posted on 2012-05-10 at 00:04:58.
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Topic: Web Princess' Birthday
Subject: Wowie!
Sweet sixteen! Happy Day!
Posted on 2012-05-09 at 13:53:56.
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Topic: Happy Birthday, Tiamat!
Subject: I loves that day after tradition!
Hooray! It's the day after your birthday e.g. Pinching Day! *pinch!*
Posted on 2012-05-09 at 01:30:32.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: alive!
Again, thank goodness! I was worried about it being plague! Or in the very least, scurvy.
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 14:47:19.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: *nods*
with a slight accent.
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 13:43:13.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: *brandishes her wooden spoon*
There will be no talk of turning in our own here! I swear, I will stick this spoon in all sorts of unpleasent places if one of you tries that with Elly!
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Posted on 2012-05-08 at 02:40:15.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: I love it!
I am in looooove with details!
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 01:42:13.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: something funny...
After I had already decided that the stuff that took down swelling was 'green goo', Kriea sent me that bit about what was in it.
Buhhh... Right. Ingredients.
*consults various herbal remedy books*
Castor oil! Who knew that stuff really works when it comes to swelling and bruises! The best part? The extract right out of the plant is green goo. I kid you not.
I love it when stuff like that works out!
Thanks for such a fun collaboration, Kriea!
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 01:22:37.
Edited on 2012-05-08 at 01:22:54 by Celeste
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Topic: Oh? Wait a second, T_O is here?
Subject: woohohooo!
Nice to see you, T_O! I was really wondering if the plague had actually hit your house. Glad to hear that you're back on the upswing of things!
Posted on 2012-05-08 at 00:17:57.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: wow!
Look at those drawings! Very nicely done!
That's right, Eol. Go ahead and grab a handful. You'll be first. *grins and winks*
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 13:46:59.
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Topic: Happy Birthday, Tiamat!
Subject: nom nom nom!
Happy Day, Tiamat! Hope it's a good one!
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 13:30:09.
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Topic: Dawn Falcon Q&A
Subject: nice!
Whoo hoo! Character pictures!
I can sympathize ~ drawing all those whirly gizmos looks daunting!
Posted on 2012-05-07 at 04:15:46.
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