You say, "When last we left the...oh wait. New game. Almost forgot. Where was I?"
Lori (Epagan professor), "This is Introduction to the Cabal. If you are looking for Blow-off General Studies Requirment, you are in the wrong place.
"Now, is Rule 1 enforced when the ST forces you apart form the party?"
Lori, "Now, the hunt has been keyed to use all the magical talents the cabals have in common. You're not quite on equal footing.
Vance's group has more variety of Spheres while Tsharing's group has more members. Gadrielle's group has more academic knowledge
gathered in one place."
[OOC] Rade says, "heeey, wait a minute! Are you saying we're the 'special' group? :)"
You say, "The note reads: How many students attend the academy? How many ants are in Master Ithl's ant farm? The archer's target
points the way, but not as much as the clock at a quarter past three. The secret is woven in steel thread."
[OOC] Eclipse sings. "Master Ithl had a farm. E I E I O. And on this farm she had some ants. E I E I O..."
"See? Talking to the walls can get you somewhere."
"I'm glad I took that 6-point Flaw now.
[OOC] You say, "Kind of like Myst, but with more things to click, yes?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Yeah, and no magic "This does something" indication."
[OOC] Psyche says, "My kingdom for the Zelda noise."
"Over a thousand is definately more than 65."
"Sorry...I can't ask the ants...they never talk."
After a botch on a Arete check to count ants:
"The ants are whispering to you, telling you to join them in their conquest of the world."
"You arrive at the Tenor Conservatory. There is a sign on the door - "Composition in Progress. Disturb only if the End of the World is Nigh." There is an implied "because if it isn't, it will be for you" in there at the end."
Ant's voice, "Are you ready to submit to the inevitable, Tsharing? Think of the harem you will have as a queen among drones!"
Tsharing says, "Can anyone see any...ants here?"
Plax looks for ants.
Psyche glances at Tsharing, cutting off whatever she was going to say, and likewise looks for ants.
"Typheous, he's -your- master. What're the chances of him killing you for peeking in?" There's an implied indifference to
Typheous's fate.
[OOC] Typheous says, "Are there special rules for students of Master Tenor disturbing him?"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "A ten-second headstart?"
"How is a spear a thread?"
[OOC] Psyche bets as soon as he finds out that -she- gets a hangover when -he- drinks, Typheous is going to get plastered every night.
[OOC] Psyche feels like she's Typh's gremlin or something.
[OOC] You say, "Hell is other people?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Or the other way around, Psy."
You say, "When last we left Hell's Errand-boys, they had just found the second cryptic message written in a spiderweb - "The
harvester has gone, and his handiwork is the dust here.""
[OOC] Typheous says, "Hell's Errand-boys? Are the women just Plax's and my groupies then?"
[OOC] Plax says, "I've got Groupies? WOO!"
[OOC] Psyche says, "Groupie, my ass :)"
[OOC] Rade rofls.
[OOC] Psyche is Hell's Taskmaster.
Plax frowns. "Well, guess this isn't it; I don't see anything. I figure we'd get in trouble for turning it on, don't you?"
Tsharing says, "I suspect so, yes."
Typheous chuckles. "Probably... And I don't think it will make dust for us on its own, either. Shall we try the flour bins?"
Psyche flicks her hair back over her shoulders. "Probably." . o O ( Although that's never stopped -some- people )
Rade nods quietly. "Let's look at the bins..."
Plax nods to Typheous. "Lets". He hovers to the flour bins and flies over them to take a look inside.
Typheous . o O ( What? Do you think I'd turn it on for no reason? )
Psyche . o O ( Yes. )
Typheous frowns, studying the corn flour bin. "I don't know... I doubt they would have buried something too far deep." . o ( All
I'm trying to do is make you a bit nicer, sweatheart. )
[OOC] Psyche says, "Sweatheart, huh?"
[OOC] Typheous edits to sweetheart.
[OOC] Psyche sweats.
[OOC] Rade says, "smelly Psyche"
[OOC] Plax says, "Stinky"
[OOC] Psyche is a stinker, all right. :P
[OOC] Plax needs more Mind to listen in on Typheous and Psyche, just to listen to the humor in it.
[OOC] Eclipse does NOT play the Zelda sound...
[OOC] Rade grins
[OOC] Rade says, "We need to start holding anything we find up over our heads."
[OOC] Eclipse watches the cabal begin to merrily skip off the path through Mirkwood...
[OOC] Typheous says, "Why do I get the feeling we're like Donkey in Shrek looking for blue flower with red thorns?"
Rade glances over. "I don't know if you can..."
Typheous glances up to the windmill blades. "Perhaps, but I don't know if you can..."
[OOC] Rade woots! Takes Psyche's job!
[OOC] Typheous chuckles... If you have 2 soul mates, do you have to take Twin Souls twice?
[OOC] Psyche bonks Typheous. Soul-whore.
[OOC] You say, "Isn't one soul mate enough?"
[OOC] Typheous doesn't think he wants more than one, yeah.... Psyche is enough of a handful.
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Feeling in the mood for a threesome?"
[OOC] Rade facepalms
[OOC] You say, "She's not all bad. At least you never have to worry about hangovers again..."
[OOC] Psyche mutters.
[OOC] Typheous chuckles. Just wait till he figures that out....
[OOC] Psyche squeals.
Plax thinks. "Change the wind...maybe it means change the wind into enough power to actually produce something?"
Typheous snaps his fingers. "That's it! Good thinking."
Rade looks back up at the windmill. "Do the fans cover the window?"
[OOC] You say, "Doo dee doo duu doo doo."
[OOC] Rade goes Don Quixote on the windmill
Psyche nods. "Probably a good idea to ask..." She falls silent. . o O ( 1 North, 3 East, 8 Northwest... )
Plax says, "Let's go find him. Wouldn't the baker possibly know as well?"
Tsharing looks for the miller.
[OOC] Typheous fights the urge to have typh think "You sunk my battle ship" after Psyche's last thought....
Plax follows Tsharing.
[OOC] Eclipse oos. The blind leading the blind.
Psyche just glares at Typheous before turning to follow the others. . o O ( Not if you were the last man on earth. ) "Why
don't you just go turn it on, Typheous?" She nearly snarls it.
Typheous raises an eyebrow to Psyche. . o ( Careful, I might take it as a challenge.)
[OOC] You say, "You're going to kill all the other men on earth just to get laid by the one woman you can't stand?"
Psyche stares at the gears, not really appearing to see them. . o O ( Fuck off. )
[OOC] Typheous says, "Hey, he might."
[OOC] Typheous says, "Only if she really pushed him, though."
[OOC] Plax says, "Why do I get the feeling we're nowhere near the right interpretation here?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "But we got to dooby-dooby noise, so it has to be right. *grin*"
Plax watches the millstone and the windmill, flipping his gaze back and forth.
[OOC] You say, "Remove the top two cards from target player's library and place them in the graveyard."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Perception (3) and Alertness (2) (5d10): 3, 3, 6, 3, 3 ** 1 success (diff 6) **
[OOC] Plax says, "Heck of a roll there, Typheous. 4 of a kind."
[OOC] Rade grins.
[OOC] Typheous dangs. 1 away from a yatzee.
[OOC] You say, "All low, though..."
[OOC] Plax says, "But you've got 2 more rolls for a yatzee!"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Woo!"
[OOC] Typheous ponders yatzee with d10's....
[OOC] Plax says, "Hard"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Yeah.... "
[OOC] Rade says, "Yatzee for the -serious- yatzee player"
Eclipse [to Plax]: The millstone grinds to a halt.
[OOC] You say, "Sorry. Had to be said..."
[OOC] Typheous rimshots.
[OOC] Plax chuckles. "It's how we saw it to begin then?"
[OOC] Rade says, "You've been dipping into the liqour cabinet again haven't you clippy? :)"
[OOC] You say, "What cabinet? Those doors take time to open..."
Typheous keeps conversation with Lyra. "I am Troubadour. I'll probably travel for a while." . o ( On second thought, best
stick with water. You'd probably be even bitchier when you were drunk. )
Psyche lifts her shoulders. "I have work to do, once I graduate," she says without thinking about who's speaking at that
moment. "Provided Master Liriel thinks I'm ready to go about it."
Psyche . o O ( Fuck you. )
Typheous . o O ( Is that an offer? )
Psyche slams her water glass (mug?) down on the table. "It absofuckinglutely is -not-, you ass," she mutters to herself, a
positively glacial physical chill radiating out a good two seats away from her.
Tsharing says, "Please put your cold away."
[OOC] Eclipse is typing with his toes.
[OOC] Plax says, "That takes talent and stupidity in large amounts. @#;+)"
[OOC] Rade grins.
[OOC] Tsharing says, "We have Beast as a ST....."
[OOC] You say, "It made a lot more sense in my head. Really it did."
From Psyche: [Private Roll]: Psyche rolled Willpower (8) (8d10): 6, 4, 4, 2, 9, 9, 5, 9 ** 4 successes (diff 6) **
[OOC] You say, "When the Euthantatos is rolling to resist Frenzy..."
[OOC] Psyche grins.
[OOC] Typheous says, "I'm a soul mate with a Vampire? *twitches* I knew she was psycho, but...."
[OOC] Plax says, "Or a Werewolf"
[OOC] You say, "Euthanatoi are the Bruhah of the Traditions?"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Beast Within Flaw?"
You say, "Lyra gets an apple out of a basket."
[OOC] You say, "Why do I have the image of Snow White's wicked stepmother running through my head, all of a sudden?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Because you're an Evil Storyteller (TM)"
You say, "Zinzbara ducks as one of the trees takes an idle swing at her when she pulls ofF a dead branch."
Plax nods. "I suppose so". He turns to Zinzbara. "I know this'll seem odd, but mind if we drop this apple in the fire?"
[OOC] You say, "Note to self: Make riddles more straightforward."
Psyche glances at Rade. "What do you mean, everything goes the wrong way?" She makes an effort not to growl it.
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Okay, sounds like somebody needs a hug."
[OOC] Typheous says, "Yeah, but she'll just get crankier if I offer. "
[OOC] Rade blinks. "Erm, nevermind that, I think I misread something, must be drunk :)
[OOC] You say, "Nap time for Psyche?"
[OOC] Typheous pokes Ecli. Would my "Medium" merit help here?
[OOC] Psyche says, "No, only a "Large" merit will do."
Plax looks at the wall.
Eclipse [to Psyche]: There is nothing written on the walls except a dirty limmerick that hasn't been washed off yet.
Plax reads the limmerick.
Eclipse [to Plax]: It's dirty and offers no insight to the matter at hand.
[OOC] Typheous says, "You just don't want to come up with it."
[OOC] Psyche says, "There was a young lady from Natchez...."
Rade sighs again, walking over to Halda and kneeling beside the wolf. She wraps her arms around the animals neck, hugging her
close, and staring at the balls.
[OOC] Rade says, "Mmm...watch the weaving."
[OOC] You say, "The metal ones, I hope. I thought Halda was female..."
[OOC] Rade steals erics brain, replaces with a mango.
[OOC] Psyche says, "Bruised mang."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "I'd get that looked at, sounds serious."
[OOC] Rade says, "now, not only will the riddles be easier, but eric is tastier than ever!"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Well, the first half was good, the second half was a load of balls. ;-)"
[OOC] Rade facepalms
[OOC] Plax groans.
[OOC] Typheous rimshots.
[OOC] You say, "Rade and Typheous get the RP point"
[OOC] Psyche says, "We can't just give it to one person, can we? :)"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Share the love!"
You say, "When last we left the Wild Goose Chasers
Psyche pages: "Don't tell me we get madness now for botching non-magical things... :P"
Psyche has received your page: "Nah, but a GM has to have his fun, yes?"
(remotely) Psyche laughs.
Typheous takes a long sniff of the varnish.
[OOC] Rade says, "rofl, and Typheous get's high"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Just when I thought I'd left the PC drug abuse behind...."
Eclipse [to Typheous]: Give me a Stamina + Streetwise check, dif 5.
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Stamina (2) and streetwise (0) (2d10): 2, 10 ** 1 success (diff 5) **
Eclipse [to Typheous]: You don't get high as a kite off the fumes.
[OOC] Typheous dangs...err.. ummm...
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Give me a Stamina + Streetwise, dif 5.
[OOC] Rade says, "Druggie!"
Typheous . o O ( You know, you won't annoy so many people if you didn't swear as often... )
Psyche . o O ( And? )
[OOC] Tsharing says, "I want Mind 3, just so I can MST3K them."
[OOC] Psyche says, "That's it. Kick the phylactery."
[OOC] Rade says, "It's okay, she hasn't bit me yet :)"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Killed by your own phylactery...."
[OOC] Rade says, "Rule 0!"
You say, "Dark does not even begin to describe it. The late afternoon sun seems to be throwing up its hands on illuminating
it."
[OOC] Rade says, "then I cast...'magic missle'!"
[OOC] Psyche says, "I'm attacking the darkness!"
[OOC] You say, "The irony here is the blind mage is just found something the sighted ones couldn't have seen."
Typheous glances up to the bell part of the tower. "I think I can play it.." His music starts to sound like the Ukranian Bell
Carol.
Psyche glares at Typheous. . o O ( Without five-part harmony? )
Typheous takes up position in front of the bell playing mechanism, finds a place to put the music, and prepares to play.
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Shouldn't he have a white mask over half his face before he starts playing?"
[OOC] You say, "That's the ORGAN, Paul..."
[OOC] You say, "To play the bells, you need a hunchback."
[OOC] Typheous hunchs over, so he doesn't lose Appearance points.
[Roll]: Plax rolled Intelligence (3) and Enigmas (2) (5d10): 8, 8, 8, 1, 1 ** 1 success (diff 7) **
[OOC] Plax says, "I hate 1's."
[OOC] Rade says, "fullhouse!"
Tsharing has received your page: "The supernatural darkness in the bell tower really hasn't been used in the clues, yet. And
Typheous mentioned that someone other than Drapheous wrote the music."
Tsharing points this out.
[OOC] Psyche says, "...points what out?"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Oops."
[OOC] Plax says, "THIS, can't you see it? @#;+)"
[OOC] Psyche says, "AAAAH!"
[OOC] You say, "That's the problem with invisible "No Tresspassing" signs. No one ever reads them."
[OOC] You say, "What is with this cabal and burning all the clues, anyway?"
[OOC] Rade grins
[OOC] Plax says, "Pyrotechnics?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "BOOM!?"
[OOC] Rade says, "The clues, the clues, the clues are on fire..."
[OOC] You say, "Keep it up, and I'll start referring to you as the Firebug Cabal."
[OOC] Psyche says, "Salamander!"
Psyche has received your page: "The black dots and lines on the page seem to bunch together, somehow, making your fingers itch."
Psyche narrows her eyes at Typheous. . o O ( It itches... )
[OOC] Tsharing says, "It's hot news."
[OOC] You say, "You might want to have that looked at."
Typheous chuckles softly, offering the music to Plax. . o O ( Are you allergic to music then? )
[OOC] You say, "Music gives her hives."
Psyche takes the paper, very carefully. "What the fuck is up with these ants?" she mutters to herself, and studies it once
more.
[OOC] Rade grumbles. "If we end up facing a small colony of formians, I'm gonna go nuts." :)
[OOC] You say, "Would I throw Awakened Formians into a Mage game?"
[OOC] Plax says, "Yes"
[OOC] Eclipse blames Paul for the ants. "Yeah. That's it..."
[OOC] Rade says, "heck yeah you would :)"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "I had one backlash. You've been having ants confinde their plans for world domination for three
sessions....do any of them sound like Woody Allen, perchance?"
[OOC] Typheous hides in terror... Note: learn the rote: RAID
[OOC] Eclipse ponders statting up Formians for M:EF. "Wouldn't want my players to be disappointed in my evilness..."
[OOC] Rade sighs, appologizes to everyone in advance for even bringing it up :0
[OOC] Rade says, "no borg-like insects!"
[OOC] Eclipse doesn't know. "I honestly hear their voices more like the Chipmunks except bent on world domination..."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "I have Life 2. I can do RAID."
Typheous smiles, his hand trying to brush against Psyche's as she hands it back. "Well.. it makes you fingers itch..." . o O
( Ooo... and for what are they itching? ) He offers the paper to Rade.
Typheous starts at Psyche's reaction. . o ( What? What'd I do? I'm not leperous. )
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Like me."
[OOC] Rade says, "not yet! doesn't she have life? :)"
Tsharing has received your page: "Ant's voice, "Fan out and search for Lucretia. You six take perimeter. The rest of us will take point.""
[OOC] Eclipse knows what someone's first Madness point will do...
[OOC] Psyche squeals.
[OOC] Typheous chuckles.
[OOC] You say, "First Borg ants. Then Borg musical notes?"
Psyche . o O ( You shithead. It was your fucking idea to send me down here. And no, the only godsdamned thing I've found is
more fucking dark. Asshole. And I'm not your fucking mistress, you godsdamned sorry... *continue, ad infinitum* )
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Can you feel.....the looooove tonight?"
[OOC] Typheous thought it was prime for some reason...
[OOC] Typheous says, "Nevermind.. I'm just on crack today."
[OOC] You say, "Writing WW sourcebooks are we?"
You say, "Master Glabru leads you through the house, which is a veritable art gallery of mysterious smells. Halda takes one
whiff and decides she'd rather stay outdoors. Lori is sitting at the kitchen table, finishing the last chapter of Westren's Teach
Methods. "I was beginning to worry you wouldn't make the deadline.""
Psyche says, deadpan, "Had a little trouble with ants."
Plax lands and nods in agreement. "Yes. Just a bit of trouble with ants, I'm afraid".
Typheous chuckles softly. . o O ( Damn ants )
Lori, "Ants? I thought that was a fairly straightforward clue. Did something kill a lot of them and throw off the distances?
That was a concern of ours. The ants' population is never static, so there was bound to be some margin of error."
Psyche shakes her head. "No. They kept cropping up in other places."
[OOC] You say, "That's it. Blame it on the Borg ants..."
[OOC] Rade says, "Damn borg-ants"
[OOC] Plax says, "Woo! We buried the pretty boy!"
[OOC] Rade says, "stupid pretty boy, I hope the formians get him"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Preferably before I have to beat him down in the tourney. *grin*"
You say, "Lori turns back to Erin as you file out. "Tell me again, Master Glabru, how sheeps' bladders may be used to prevent earthquakes...""
[OOC] Psyche SMACKS.
You say, "When last we left Hell's Errand-Children, they had laid the smackdown on the other students by besting them at a
scavenger hunt from hell."
[OOC] Typheous says, "Hell's Errand-Children?"
[OOC] Typheous prefers Hell's Errant Children....
[OOC] Plax says, "Gads...I've got Etiquette with those 2? *shimper*"
[OOC] Typheous says, "And I take it Psyche and I are partners?"
[OOC] Psyche says, "Don't -tell- me I've got to -touch- him."
[OOC] Psyche thinks Psyche's wearing gloves. Shoulder-length black ones, that go up under her sleeves. Just so she doesn't have
to touch him.
Psyche is most definitely wearing gloves, following instructions to the letter, if not the spirit, and trying very hard to keep
her temper.
Typheous . o O ( You know, if Professor Milan could hear what I can hear, I don't think you'd pass this class )
Psyche . o O ( fuck off. )
Eclipse [to Plax]: Yes. Tonight is Winterfest. Attendance by all students is mandatory. There will be food, an open bar (wine
and beer), music, and dancing.
[OOC] Typheous says, "Attendance has to be mandatory with an open bar at a college event?"
[OOC] Eclipse points at the reclusive Druana.
Rade bites her lip. "I...I...don't have anyone to dance with..."
Dina, "You should be fine. A pretty young woman like you should have no trouble finding dance partners."
Halda looks up at Dina in a way that practically screams "Do you want to bet?".
[OOC] Plax grins. I got the first secret admirer, Mr. Flirt. @#;+)
[OOC] Typheous says, "Yeah, my admirers can't keep it secret."
Psyche's answer comes out one word at a time. "I'm. tending. bar."
Typheous raises an eyebrow, lifting his glass slowly.. "Tending the bar? Sounds so....I'm not sure what the right word is."
[OOC] You say, "Poetic?"
Typheous chuckles softly, taking a sip of his drink. "I did have a few interested... but I couldn't decide and I didn't really want
to hurt anyone's feelings, so I thought if I just kept myself available to them all, they wouldn't start fighting amoungst themselves."
. o O ( Oh I could just spend the night at the bar... )
Psyche pales and cringes slightly, for no apparent reason. "And then they all found better options, so now you're stuck."
. o O ( Asshole )
[OOC] Plax should ask his Manifest Avatar for dating tips...
Dina smiles warmly. "Come over here. Let's get it up off your feet and see what we can do to let out the bodice a bit. How low do you want me to cut it? Or should I ask, 'How many times do you want to be asked to dance?'"
[OOC] You say, "I'd have the Life 5 Druana offer to "stuff her bra", but she'd suffer Pattern Bleeding for the supernatural
Appearance score. Still, it would be funny."
[OOC] Typheous says, "Right.... I'm afraid of what that came from..."
Plax goes to his room and decides to probe the ring and determine what the resonance is on it and if he recognizes it before
getting ready.
[OOC] You say, "I knew the paranoia would rear its head eventually..."
[OOC] Plax says, "Well, it would be inappropriate to make a bunch of freaky hand gestures in an etiquette class, yes?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "Nah, he just wants to make sure that it's not from someone with a big tough boyfriend who'll try to beat
him up."
You say, "The head cook opens up the huge buffet and the bar, and the students line up to get food. (Think cafeteria food on a
special occasion when the student union decides to go a little bit out of their way)"
[OOC] Plax says, "You mean the food doesn't jump up and scuttle around the plate?"
Of Rade, who has an Appearance of 5:
Alex, "You pick some mighty fine company, Typheous. There's no way those are real, but they sure looked nice."
[OOC] Rade gasps!!!!!
Typheous chuckles to Alex. "Well, if they're not real, she's been wearing them for a month."
Alex, "And you've never brought her on our pub crawls? Are you out of your mind, or are you keeping her to yourself?"
Typheous smiles wryly. "And just how do you suppose I get that wolf apart from her, hm? Besides, why would I want to share
something like that?"
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Vance saunters over to you like a peacock with a stick up its ass. "Where is your boyfriend, Psyche?"
Psyche fixes Vance with a flat stare. "Go away."
Vance, "Come now, pretty one. Have a dance with me. It won't turn you into stone. It would be nice to take a bit of the chill
out of you."
Psyche refuses to be impressed by his persistence. "I'll make you a deal..." she says after a moment.
Vance, "A deal?"
Psyche nods. "I dance once with you, and you stay the fuck away from me for a month."
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Vance dances very gracefully, but his hands stray to your backside and he tries to dance chest to chest.
Psyche's aura of cold turns progressively more glacial as he does. If he gets anywhere out of the bounds of strictest
propriety, he's going to get frostbite in some very unpleasant places.
Psyche growls quietly at Vance. "Keep your fucking hands where they belong, or I'm going to castrate you."
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Vance smiles and winks, but does as he's told. At last, the dance ends.
Psyche steps away from him the instant the music ends, turns her back, and walks off the dance floor.
Vance, "So, we'll have a more extensive date next month?"
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Just when you thought the night couldn't possibly get worse, Mereke finds you, wearing a dress that shouldn't be worn outside of certain unsavory parts of a city. "How are you, Psyche? Enjoy your dance with Vance? He must really like you. He as all over you on the dance floor."
Eclipse [to Rade]: Vance saunters over to you while Nomin is away. He looks up and down your body before speaking. "You
look gorgeous tonight, Rade. Would you like to dance." Halda is on her feet and snarling before Vance can take another step
forward.
Rade blinks, raising her eyes to meet Vance's. "I...me? Why?" A look at the wolf. "Be good Halda...please..." Then back to
Vance. "I don't know how..."
Vance, "It's easy, really. Come, I'll show you." He reaches out a hand."
Rade blushes deeply, eying the hand, her own raising very, very slowly. "I...well...if you want..."
Eclipse [to Rade]: Just before your hand touches his, he gasps and takes a step back. "What the..? Your fucking wolf bit me!"
He kicks Halda in the ribs, who yelps in pain.
[OOC] Psyche LAUGHS!
[OOC] Rade says, "....."
Plax nods. "Well, I don't know about that, but if she is, she's not doing a good job of hiding it if people are already
figuring it out". He looks over at Vance and frowns as he kicks the wolf. "Why am I not surprised that Vance got himself bitten?"
[OOC] Plax cheers.
Psyche shrugs, completely indifferent. "Last I knew, he was over with the first-years. Why don't you go talk to him? He doesn't
have a date, you know."
Mereke, "Oh, I wouldn't know how to..." She blushes.
Psyche lets the masque of unnatural calm fall, much more controlled than she had been. "Tell you what...let's do something
with your dress and then I'll introduce you?" . o O ( There's got to be a way to make this godsdamned rock act normally... )
Mereke, "Would you? I'd like that. What do you think? Should I lower the neck some more?" It is already about an inch away
from showing nipple.
Psyche turns back toward Mereke as soon as Vance leaves Rade alone, letting Nomin handle the girl. "And no, I don't think you
should drop the neck any more. He's fucking tall enough to see down your front without you making it easy for him. Shit, girl, you
don't want to look like a two-copper tramp, do you?"
Mereke's eyes go wide and she starts to cry. "I just want to be pretty is all."
Three guesses why this encounter was called "Psycho Hose Beast" in my notes:
Eclipse [to Typheous]: Gadrielle walks up to you between dances. "There you are, Typheous. Teaching the girls how to dance,
I see."
Typheous smiles, his arm around the young girl he's been dancing with, if she'll stand for it. "Gadrielle... How nice to see
you. How have you been?"
Gadrielle, "I'm doing much better, now, Ty. Run along, little girl. The next dance is mine."
Typheous doesn't let the arm go. "I'm afaid I'm busy right now. Perhaps later?"
Eclipse [to Typheous]: Gadrielle presses herself against you, whispering in your ear. "I've missed making music with you,
Typheous. If you'll come back to me, I can give you quite a little symphony in my room. You know some little girl can't give you
what I can."
Typheous steps back, a stern look on his face. "I don't want to do that, Gadrielle. Please, let us be for now before you make
a fool of yourself."
Eclipse [to Typheous]: She gropes you and tries to kiss you.
Typheous steps back again, his free hand darting to grab Gadrielle's exploratory wrist. "Have you been drinking again,
Gadrielle?"
Gadrielle, "So that's it? You've had your fun and now you're just going to fuck someone else?"
Typheous's face grows cold. "You can stop with your lies, Gadrielle. I would never dishonor a woman like that." His music
turns sharp, definately out of key with the actual orchestra.
Gadrielle, "You lying bastard!"
Eclipse [to Typheous]: Gadrielle swings a fist at your face.
Eclipse [to Typheous]: You barely duck out of the way, but the fist hits Asa, instead, sending her flying to the ground.
Typheous kneels beside Asa, attention on her, Gadrielle almost forgotten. "Asa, dear, are you all right?"
[OOC] Rade says, "ooo, kick him in the jimmy while he's not looking"
[OOC] Typheous says, "then I might have to kill her"
Eclipse [to Psyche]: Another first-year intercepts you. "What does necrophilia mean? Vance said you'd know."
Psyche [to first_year]: It's what anyone with any interest with you is going to have to enjoy if you ever speak to me again. Get
out of my fucking way.
Psyche holds out a hand to Mereke. (how bad is the damage?)
Eclipse [to Psyche]: You could fix it in about ten minutes, though Mereke is in tears again. Both sleeves have marks on them
from where she has been wiping her nose.
Psyche [to Mereke]: Stop crying, godsdamnit. How do you expect to ever fucking get anywhere if all you do is break down like
a fucking three-year-old when something bad happens? Don't you dare fucking wipe your nose on your sleeve again, and quit crying
so I can fucking fix this. You've got fists, girl. Fucking -hit- someone next time.
Eclipse [to Psyche]: She disolves into sobs.
Psyche . o O ( I fucking give up. It's like trying to put a spine in warm pudding. Just make her fucking stop crying! )
Typheous leads Mereke to the front of the dance floor, somewhere the group of firstyears can see them, his music matching
Drapheous'. He offers Mereke a graceful bow.
Eclipse [to Typheous]: Mereke trips over her dress in an effort to curtsy, yanking the dress below her nipples before she can
pull it back up, blushing profusely.
Typheous ignores the blunder, taking the girl into his arms, his gaze locked onto her face as he begins to lead her through a
dance.
Eclipse [to Typheous]: She steps on your feet - a LOT. Her breath is bad and one of the recently picked sores on her face is
oozing puss and blood.
[OOC] Rade facepalms
Eclipse [to Psyche]: A random first-year walks over to you. "What does 'frigid' mean? Vance says you would know."
Psyche turns one of the poisonous glares normally reserved for Typheous on the first-year. "It means that if he tries to weasel
around the deal he made with me one more time, I'm going to castrate him with a dull spoon. You are in my immediate perception, at
his doing, and that's in violation of the bargain. If you wouldn't mind relaying that to him."
first-year yelps, "Oh. So THAT'S frigid. He runs off."
Eclipse [to Typheous]: Mereke leans in to kiss you.
From Typheous: [Private Roll]: Typheous rolled Willpower (7) (7d10): 10, 3, 3, 9, 4, 10, 5 ** 3 successes (diff 7) **
[OOC] You say, "Is that the WP check to see if you can kiss her or the one to resist it?"
Eclipse [to Rade]: At the last notes, Nomin leans in slightly, eyes a bit distant, but then Halda arrives, rubbing against your
leg, asking for attention.
[OOC] Psyche says, "virgin alarm!"
[OOC] You say, "Yep."
[OOC] Typheous chuckles.
[OOC] Rade giggles.
[OOC] Typheous says, "Can one drug a phylactery?"
[OOC] Plax listens the whirling of the virgin alarm.
You say, "Mereke grins, showing off discolored teeth. "I'll be fine, Typheous. Thank you, Psyche." She begins to skip toward Min-Rai Hall, trips over her dress, and falls over. She gets up, unfazed, pulls her dress back up over her breasts, and continues skipping. This happens a few times before she is out of sight."
[OOC] You say, "Boy, you guys REALLY hate Vance already, don't you?
[OOC] Psyche says, "What, we were supposed to like him?"
[OOC] Rade grins
[OOC] Plax says, "Vance is our cabal's whipping boy."
You say, "When last we left Hell's Errand Children, they had just had a formal dance inflicted upon them"
Lori, "Now, students, we will be staying out here until an hour after midnight, so gather around the fire. We wouldn't want you
to catch cold. Does anyone know why we are out here tonight?"
Typheous sits in the circle, near girls in his cabal. . o O ( Because we have to be?)
Tsharing sits there. "Because you told us we needed to.
Typheous's music starts sounding vaguely like FF battle music.
Psyche brings the blade up, narrowing her eyes. . o O ( Don't you get your ass killed either. I don't want to have to feel it. )
Typheous smies wryly. . o O ( I'm not letting anything this ugly kill me... I'd never live it down. )
--- We work a little too well together sometimes...
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Initiative (4d10): 10, 5, 3, 6 ** 3 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Initiative (4d10): 7, 6, 2, 8 ** 3 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Tsharing rolled Initiative (4d10): 2, 9, 7, 6 ** 3 successes (diff 4) **
[Roll]: Plax rolled Initiative (5d10): 2, 10, 6, 2, 7 ** 3 successes (diff 4) **
[OOC] Plax peers.
[OOC] Tsharing says, "We're the Quasi-Psionic Battle Collective!"
[OOC] Psyche laughs.
[OOC] Plax says, "We are One with Ourselves"
[OOC] Typheous says, "We are Borg. you will be assimilated."
[Roll]: Rade rolled Initiative (5d10): 8, 6, 5, 6, 1 ** 3 successes (diff 4) **
[OOC] Plax says, "Woo!"
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (3d10): 1, 6, 1 No diff given.
[OOC] Rade says, "what the....."
[OOC] Typheous chuckles.
[OOC] Typheous says, "We go on 3, he goes on -1...."
[OOC] You say, "You all suck. Who has the highest Dex?"
[OOC] Plax says, "4"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "4"
[OOC] Typheous says, "4."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "ROFL"
[OOC] Psyche says, "3"
[OOC] Rade says, "3 :)"
[OOC] You say, "Okay. We'll do this alphabetically. Plax."
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Dexterity (3) and Melee (3) (6d10): 10, 9, 5, 9, 8, 9 ** 5 successes (diff 6) **
[OOC] Plax whistles.
[OOC] You say, "DAMN!"
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 5, 5, 3, 8, 4, 10, 3 ** 2 successes (diff 8) **
[OOC] Typheous is embarrassed....
[OOC] Psyche says, "Don't fuck with me, man."
[OOC] Rade says, "holy geeze"
[Roll]: Eclipse rolled dice (7d10): 1, 5, 1, 5, 9, 10, 7 ** 1 success (diff 6) **
[OOC] You say, "Typheous, dodge or parry."
[OOC] Typheous says, "Parry..."
[OOC] You say, "dif 6."
[OOC] Typheous says, "I have a partial parry (5 dice) + dex+fencing (8) + 2 from wonder + 2 from the rote, right?"
[OOC] Typheous says, "And the main gauche it's diff 5, right?"
[OOC] You say, "Yeah. It's pathetic. I know."
[Roll]: Typheous rolled dice (17d10): 1, 10, 7, 10, 4, 5, 8, 10, 1, 4, 8, 2, 4, 3, 8, 7, 6 ** 8 successes (diff 5) **
[OOC] Typheous says, "Does 8 do?"
[OOC] Plax snickers.
[OOC] Typheous says, "And can I reroll 10s? or should I bother?"
[Roll]: Typheous rolled dice (10d10): 1, 1, 6, 7, 1, 1, 6, 2, 8, 1 [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 0 successes (diff 7) **
[OOC] You say, "Touche."
[OOC] Typheous says, "Well, at least I didn't botch...."
[OOC] Psyche says, "Ooooh, thank god for that wp."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Someone just got smacked with the karma stick...."
Psyche ignores Plax, mumbling to herself, "Pain is in the mind. Only the mind."
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Arete (2d10): 2, 1 [Spent 1 WP for a success] ** 0 successes (diff 4) **
[OOC] Typheous says, "this just isn't our round..."
[OOC] Plax says, "Liar"
[OOC] Psyche says, "No kidding."
[OOC] Rade says, "good lord"
[OOC] You say, "Psyche removes her hand from the Pain Box?"
[OOC] You say, "I must not fear. Fear is the mindkiller. I will face my... fuck, that hurts!"
Psyche . o O ( *an abrupt cessation of pain* Only in my fucking mind, godsdamnit. What about the other three? )
[OOC] Rade goes all cheesy
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Could have been worse. You could have called Captain Planet."
[OOC] Rade grins
[OOC] Typheous says, "He's our hero!"
[OOC] Rade says, "Fire! Wind! water!..."
[OOC] You say, "Don't you feel bad? A giant ant just dodged your attack..."
[OOC] Psyche says, "AAAAAH! ANTS!"
[OOC] Typheous says, "If I didn't have to spend my time running around wetting myself...."
[OOC] Psyche gets out the ST-RAID.'
[OOC] You say, "Well, actually, it's a cross between an ant and the thing Tsharing fought in her history..."
After inflicting the 5th through 10th health level of damage on the Redcap-aspect Fae:
[OOC] Typheous hopes this squishes it.
[OOC] Tsharing says, "If it doesn't, then we RUN LIKE HELL!"
[OOC] Plax starts praying to the longbow fairy to drop him a longbow.
[OOC] Plax says, "And arrows"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "He jumps through flaming insects!"
Halda, "Run you fools!"
[OOC] Psyche says, "No, dear, the line is 'Fly, you fools!'"
Psyche turns her attention on Typheous as soon as Rade and Halda are inside, forgetting her aversion to coming near
him. . o O ( Fuck, that hurts...I can feel it echoing ) "Let me see that arrow."
Typheous winces, letting Psyche look at the wound. . o O ( No shit it hurts... dammit... what were those things... )
[OOC] Rade says, "Remember...unless it's blatently obvious...pc's -always- turn and fight :)"
[OOC] You say, "Three guesses what the incident header was for this session..."
[OOC] You say, "Teen Slasher Film..."
Eclipse [to Rade]: Halda looks up at you mildly, "Aren't you hungry?"
[OOC] Rade says, "mmm...is it all bloody and gutsy? Or relativly clean? :)"
Eclipse [to Rade]: It looks like a lone wolf brought it down, ate her fill of it, dragged it across several miles of wooded
terrain, ate a little more, and tossed it onto your bed.
[OOC] Typheous says, "Yet another reason to pick circumspect avatar over manifest avatar."
[OOC] Rade says, "ewwwwwww"
[OOC] Psyche says, "Some people get drunk in the evening and wake up with a member of the opposite gender, unconscious, beside them. Rade...well..."
[OOC] Rade fears Lyka.
[OOC] You say, "Why? *innocent smile*"
[OOC] You say, "We know what Tsharing is going to be doing today... *sings* "Mop mop mop, all day long. Mop mop mop while I sing a song. Gonna mop that floor. Gonna make it shine. Gonna take off the deer blood with Life and Time.""
Tsharing has arrived.
[OOC] Psyche says, "Speak of the devil."
Tsharing sits down on the lumpy sofa.
[OOC] Typheous says, "Speak of the dead."
[OOC] Typheous says, "Er, devil"
[OOC] Plax says, "Speak of the Triple Post..."
[OOC] Plax reads the literature from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints that the people left for him in his happy place.
[OOC] Plax says, "Eclipse, you are EVIL."
[OOC] You say, "With a name like Caine, what did you expect? A werewolf?"
[OOC] Plax was hoping against hope, okay?
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Could be worse. Could be Khorne."
[OOC] You say, "I've been telling people all day that I've been statting up Caine, but did they believe me? Oh no... Of course not.
Z'wad wouldn't do that to us..."
(For what it matters, Z, I believed you. ;) )
[OOC] Typheous gets very very afraid. Thankfully, he's off sketching in the Park for most of this day.
[OOC] You say, "Caine just offered to ghoul you. You should be honored...?"
(We discovered a site of gaming stories. With very *bad* gamers in them. We were amused. See them all here under Rants and Reviews and be disturbed. We certainly were.)
[OOC] Psyche says, "Psycho Dave: "To explain the wizard leads you through a metal gate with the words WORK LIBERATES engraved into it.
He takes you to this huge pit filled with emaciated bodies. he explains to you that he needs to use the Wand to turn these bodies into
undead so he can beat back the armies invading his land." "
[OOC] Psyche says, "I have got to remember that one."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "No matter how bad any game I'm involved with gets, I can at least assure myself they weren't that bad."
[OOC] Plax says, "Hey Halda? I've got a corpse for you to chew on..."
[OOC] You say, "He's not dead. He's only Ageless and racked up 7 points of Jhor and a Paradox Flaw that makes his eyes unusually
sensitive to sunlight... Yeah, that's it..."
[OOC] Plax ponders becoming one of Caine's ghouls...
[OOC] You say, "I'm not so worried about Plax and Caine. Nobody knows the trouble he's in, so he's not holding up the show."
[OOC] Plax whees! I can keep taunting the monstrosity! :)
[OOC] Typheous says, "Actually, I'm only worried that we'll all have to make up Tremere or some such."
[OOC] Rade whimpers.
[OOC] Typheous says, "Although we'd all be antedeluvians, well, young antedeluvians."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Cappadocious, Saulot and Ravnos, knowing our luck."
[OOC] You say, "Tremere didn't come until later on..."
[OOC] Typheous gets all twisted and becomes Tzmisce?
[OOC] You say, "The Young Antedeluvians - sounds like a strange music group..."
[OOC] Plax could become the founding member of a clan...the Plaxians?
[OOC] Plax says, "I cannot believe I just said that..."
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Sounds like an ear infection."
[OOC] Tsharing says, ""You have chronic Plaxians. You may never play the piano again."
[OOC] You say, "Sounds like the little cavity monsters in the old Crest commercials, actually..."
Tsharing says, "It may simply be mating season. That tends to explain strange behaviour in most species."
You say, "Halda growls low in her throat for a moment."
[OOC] Plax gets out the Immortal Kombat CD.
[OOC] You say, "No dead deer in Rade's bed today."
Psyche . o O ( Don't talk to me. Don't come near me. Don't....ahh, fuck. I need you to talk to the first-years with me. Godsdamnit... )
[Roll]: Typheous rolled Manipulation (3) and Expression (0) (3d10): 2, 1, 10 ** 0 successes (diff 5) **
[Roll]: Psyche rolled Manipulation (3) and Intimidation (2) (5d10): 1, 2, 2, 5, 4 ** 0 successes (diff 5) **
[OOC] Psyche That's just wrong.
[OOC] Rade says, "rock :)"
[OOC] Plax says, "Twin Souls indeed...;)"
[OOC] Typheous should really put some points into expression.
[OOC] Typheous says, "So a pair of twin souls walk into a bar."
[OOC] You say, "Meanwhile, a man named Caine kills his identical twin brother..."
Ah, the joys of playing on a MOO:
You don't perceive a character by the name of "the half-eaten meal in front of her and the nearly empty wine glass." around here.
Typheous pages: "And, do I find it a) burning b) flooded c) turned to stone or d) that Alex is a raving loon?"
Typheous tries to catch the wolf's attention. "Is something wrong, girl?"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Rade fall down a well?"
[OOC] You say, "Did you maul Rade, again?"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Did she fall....or was she pushed?"
[OOC] Rade mutters about homicidal avatars.
[OOC] Typheous would offer to gilgul you, but....
[OOC] Tsharing says, "I could not be more confused IC."
[OOC] You say, "No one ever explains the scenery to the blind girl, do they?"
[OOC] Tsharing says, "Could I have an exposition vending machine?"
[OOC] Eclipse doesn't even know if he still remembers how to PROGRAM vending machines...
Tsharing has received your page: "Believe me. So do I. I've been up 24 hours. As soon as they open the door, I have my little cliffhanger. THEY'RE JUST TAKING THEIR TIME ABOUT IT. Ahem. Just a couple minutes."
Psyche watches to make sure Mereke does as she's asked, then heads for the dorms at a trot. . o O ( Don't get yourself slaughtered by
any imaginary fae before I get there. )
Typheous . o O ( Ok, I'll only let the real ones hit me. )
Matt Boersma - Typheous - a happy-go-lucky Troubadour who is soul-bonded to Psyche, who drives him nuts.
Nykki Boersma - Psyche - a Euthantatos with the bad attitude who is soul-bonded to Typheous, with whom she does not get along.
Matt Crum - Rade - a shy outdoors-loving Druana with an intelligent wolf companion and the ability to speak to certain animals.
Paul Gibbon - Tsharing - a blind Monk and the clone of a magic-wielding empress who survived the cataclysms of the Ultimatum War.
Eric Olson - Plax - a noble-born Druana with a magic-wielding pedigree and an affinity for eagles.
Eric Zawadzki - Storyteller (Eclipse in the logs)