A STUPID EVENING OF STUPID STUPIDITY:

Announcement: Percival has changed the poll to: Got raw rabbit?

Mallenfaigliel pages: Coney!

(Here I'm like... er, okay, she's talking to me. That's new. I should respond, even though she's theoretically criticising me.)

p Mallenfaigliel=It's in our RP. A bag of fruit jellies got switched for a bag of freshly cut coneys.

From afar, Mallenfaigliel LOLs.

(In my head, I'm thinking: "OKay, so I RPed with her at her stupid party last night and things seem to have gone well. No yelling or anything. It was nice. I might as well let her know I'm hoping to aim for Sam soon. So I do. What can it hurt, right?)

You paged Mallenfaigliel with 'So, I'd like to try and play Sam again.'

(After an infinite amount of time...)

You paged Mallenfaigliel with 'Er, okay...'.

You paged Mallenfaigliel with 'Did you get my last page?'.

Mallenfaigliel pages: Would depend what it was :P

You paged Mallenfaigliel with 'Uh, I said I was thinking of playing Sam again sometime. :P'.


(At this point, in spite of years of persecution and dealing with varied levels of TNO evilness, I'm still not prepared. I suppose I'm a glutton for punishment.)

From afar, Mallenfaigliel thinks that's up to the Shirefolk +ruler and the +admins.


(I can either laugh this off, or go down fighting. I sort of shrug pathetically and say:)

Long distance to Mallenfaigliel: Percival rolls her eyes. "Alrightie."

(But then I realize I'm sort of pathetic, so I add:)

You paged Mallenfaigliel with 'I wasn't asking for your consent, I was making conversation.'.

From afar, Mallenfaigliel shrugs. "You seemed to want some kind of reaction. What do you want me to say? Do you honestly expect me to squeal and start begging Tal to put you up for it after the way you and M have yelled at us both when you didn't like the way things were being handled?"

(Seriously, what the fuck, man? I mean, I don't get it. I decide to be cordial.)

You paged Mallenfaigliel with 'My, that's a bit harsh. I've hardly spoken to you regarding this kind of thing. But I've been vocal about being mistreated, yes. I think I have a right to speak up.'.

From afar, Mallenfaigliel sighs and shrugs. "Clearly we have a difference of opinion there. I'm sorry that that's the case."

(She thinks I have no right to speak up.)

You paged Mallenfaigliel with 'Wow. Well, okay then.'.

From afar, Mallenfaigliel doesn't think that fact should be any great shock.

(NEWS FLASH: It is!)

Long distance to Mallenfaigliel: Percival shrugs. "It's apparent, yes, that I've been sort of squeezed out of things. Which isn't really a problem. I mean, I RP all the time, I'm having a blast at it. I've revitalized an old character, and having more fun on the MUSh than I have in years. But the fact that to get to this point I was treated in a way that I think is inappropriate, and dealt with in a manner I would have never imagined doing, well, can't really be totally put aside, no."

Mallenfaigliel pages: No. It's apparent that we have a difference of opinion, and I don't care to take this discussion any further.

(Yes ma'am. Please slap my fingers with a ruler.)

You paged Mallenfaigliel with 'I'm sorry that we can't even /talk/ anymore about anything. I wasn't expecting any sort of excitent on your side, no, but a normal, friendly conversation would have been nice. I meant nothing by it. Once, though it was long ago, I was a Sam. I thought that meant something, but I suppose that's my mistake.'.

Mallenfaigliel pages: I'm sorry that we can't either. And I thought a lot of things between us meant something, but I found out long ago that apparently they don't.

(Ooooh... pity me, I'm so pathetic and needy.)

You paged Mallenfaigliel with 'How do you figure that? You know, rather than ignore me in general, you could like-- talk about it, maybe?'.

(I'm honestly trying to patch things up here. Really. I'm trying to be nice. I think for one split second that maybe something can happen... yes, I'm terribly naieve.)

Mallenfaigliel pages: Talk about what? We've tried before. I don't think there's any more to be said.

(Yeah, still didn't expect /that/ reaction.)

You paged Mallenfaigliel with 'Alright. If you really want to leave it there, that's fine.'.

(I honestly think at this point she's going to say, 'OKay, let's just chat about this for a moment, shall we?'... but no. Admittedly, I'm bating her. Trying to get it to work out. I want it to work out but no.)

Mallenfaigliel pages: Yes.

(I'm thorougly insulted now. I mean, this is basically telling me that she's going to pretend I don't exist... I page:)

You paged Mallenfaigliel with 'Nice knowing you, then. If it's really not worth trying to work out, I guess, it's not worth it at all.'.

(And... nothing. Not a word more. End of story.)