Session 51: Trump Tricks

Transformations

Random: "Yes? Oh. Good morning, Dylana. What's today's crisis?"
Gee... he almost sounds like he expected something to happen...

Chetwin: "However. Talking of tomorrow, I have just realized that I need to check on something before then. But if you see it, I'll have to kill you. Since you haven't sworn fealty quite yet."

Dylana: *sigh* *mutters to self* "yeah. no prob. I'll get back to you after i'm sucked through black shiny trump"

Dylana: "Chet!" *rambles something about blackLaughy and blackShiny and LLEWELLA!!!*
Chetwin: "Ok. Hold up. Chetwin is sleepy and you are making no sense. Rewind and start again."
Poor Dylana... She's just not having a good morning...

Tabby: *blinks* "Hey. There are two of you. How weird."
Dylana: "This would be trump."
Tabby: "Oh. The twitchy thing."
Tabby joins a Trump call

Chetwin: "So. You two are saying that Llewella of the Green Hair lives?"
Dylana: "Yes, Chet. You'd think you'd've picked up on that by now. But I have bigger better personal issues here. I got a black laughy Trump again. And then a black shiny Trump and Martin got one when he was kidnapped."
After five minutes of conversation...

Chetwin: He takes out the Trump of himself and sets it on the floor where the cat can see it. "I'm gonna turn my back. Try staring at the picture of me and concentrating on talking to me again, like you did a minute ago." Chet turns his back.
Tabby: "Why? I can just talk to you."

Tabby: "Umm... I can talk to Dylana anywhere. Why do I need to talk to you?"

Session 52: Better than a Temp Agency

Transformations

Dylana: *silently again* "You can't munch on him until after he's built the machine for me."

GM: Remember the clone? Well...
Darcie: 'The'?
GM: I should specify. There've been so many clones...

Chetwin: "This would be Falstaff's replacement. When you create the perfect ruthless business-person, you really do want to make a replacement while you're at it."

Chetwin: "I grant you that, in Falstaff's case, he was chloroformed by his own boss and promoted by force... but the plan still works just as well."
Dylana: "He was huh?"
Chetwin: "Yes."
Dylana: "'Promoted'?"
Chetwin: "Yes. Let's just leave it at that, shall we? He's in a far far better place. Sort of."
Well, actually, he's in someone else's body... but that's just semantics, right?

Darcie: I don't think Dy's had much contact with Chet through the Clone Wars and Brain Transfusions.

Portia: *nods* "Of course. Do I have your permission to wipe certain..." *tone of distaste* "...recreational files my predecessor left behind on his laptop and workstation?"
Falstaff's replacement apparently disapproves of Falstaff's screensaver...

Dylana: "Oh good. Not black or shiny. How are you, Martin?"

Martin: "Dad said to tell you that it's safe to ride through Arden now, but Julian and Jessica didn't bring home any fingers for you."

Dustin: Hey! You could put it in Heaven!
Darcie: No. I couldn't. The zealots would break it because some of them thought it was the messiah. And others of them would decide this is an affront to one of the many messiahs already in the Shadow.
GM: *innocently* Now, whyever would you suspect that? O:-)
Darcie: Because I used to room with the GM.
Hmpfh. I don't get any respect around here.

Session 53: Rocks?

Transformations

Dylana: "I dunno... I've met some spirited rocks in my time."
Umm... don't ask.

Session 54: Eclectica

Transformations

Darcie: OOC *sings happy chess songs*

Chetwin: "Not really. It just makes my upbringing just a little more like the H.P. Lovecraft version of the Brady Bunch."

Dylana: "Ah. I was starting to wonder if this family was hiding an ability to keep secrets."
I think she's being sarcastic... or maybe she's just confused?

Dylana: "Well, do you want fish? Is this why you're hostaging a piece?"

Session 55: "The girl isn't anything of the year."

Dylana: Feeding the cat, I miss dinner. That's just poetic.

Dylana: "The girl isn't anything of the year. Has a death wish, in fact. Wandered into Chaos in some form or fashion. Again."

Session 56: Small Points

Transformations

GM: And Chetwin was harrassing the seamy underpinnings of Amber.

Darcie: And your PC's, while not in the same place, are at least in the same time stream again.
GM: Yup. Hey, you're even in the same pole of reality! I'm impressed. :)

Dylana: Oh... Umm... After I extricate my feet from the panther/bed problem they seem to be having
It's the little details that make life so interesting...

Dustin: This has to be the first time Chet has had no red-and-blue on since Vialle's funeral.
GM: Wow. I guess I should start planning on the end of the multiverse, then, eh? :)
Dustin: LOL LOL Well... I should say that none of his outer clothing is red-and-blue. I suspect that Chetwin does indeed have red-and-blue... Ummm... Let's go with the fantasy motif and call them "smallclothes"
Uh... yeah... TMI...

GM: Yes, but can we keep Chetwin's underwear out of the thief-whacking?
I was referring to hitting a thief on the head... but perhaps I phrased it poorly...

Dylana: Dylana breaks fast. And brings something formerly self-animated to tabby. Umm. Given that this is Amber, maybe I shouldn't say stuff like that. I take tabby meat.

Dylana: *tries to trump Daisy (Chet's computer) again*
GM: Alice helps
Darcie: *sorta wonders if Chet's got sentience alarms on her* That could be an interesting conversation. OOC -- "Cousin, what the hell are you doing to my computer?" "Umm... *innocent look* Voiding the warranty?"

Dylana: "All right... We have a word. Unfortunately, we have no context. What's the query?"
Questioning the computer

Chetwin: If I have to, I'll knock her down with her own teddy-bear.

Chetwin: "Just pick your victims a little better from now on, kid. Most big evil men like me would have scooped you out and used you as a pencil-holder."

Chetwin: "I got pinpricked by a micro-thief. Probably nothing poisonous, but it was a little irritating."

Chetwin: "I've had some business down here in the docks district and I had a rather forgetable encounter with the business-end of an incredibly impulsive street urchin."

Vanity: "What do you want? Bandages, alcohol, peroxide?" She pulls some stuff out of a cabinet. "...Purple stuff labeled with Julian's name...?"
Chetwin: "Ummmm... Alcohol, peroxide and bandages ought to do it. Whatever julian keeps in there is probably not bad for drinking, but I'm not putting it on an open wound."
Vanity: "Actually, it looks like salve of some sort..." She opens the lid, sniffs the contents, and closes it quickly. "Phew! Or liniment. Anyway." She puts the jar away and brings you the other stuff.
Examining the cabinets in the infirmary.

Chetwin: Chet says "Holy crap! If you weren't seeing him too, Van, I'd think that little brat DID poison me. Oh... and make room for me." Chet goes and hugs any exposed portion of Bleys.
Ahh... reunion...

Dustin, on Chet: He's like an inordinately thorn-encrusted Chia-pet.

Chetwin: "What the hell happened? I mean, where were you? If it was just you and Llewalla and Deirdre off having a covert kegger, I'm gonna be ticked off."

GM: We will, I suppose, pick up with you and your hangover next session. *grins*

Session 57: Sober

Bleys: "Ah, good. You're awake."
Chetwin: "Ummm....yeah. Possibly undead, but awake."
GM: He laughs. "Well, I don't remember you dying. So I think you're alive."

Chetwin: "So I swapped out his brain for the one in my personal secretary's head."
GM: Bleys laughs. "I'm surprised he's still functioning..."
Chetwin: "He had some trouble at first, but he's getting used to it now. And that may be the problem. I may have f*cked up real bad on this one, Bleys."
GM: "You mean the part where you put your highly ambitious personal assistant inside the body of one of us, with memories of you torturing your brother?" he says dryly.
Chetwin: "Uhhhhh. Yeah."
And now it occurs to Chetwin that maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all...

Bleys: "Where is she (Arwen) now? Dead, undead, on fire?"
Chetwin: "All of the above, any of the above. We think she got herself captured by (House) Niall... or fell into the Abyss... or got eaten by a Logrus ghost... or something."

Chetwin: "I am now the custodian of Delwin's jourals. Good bedtime reading if you enjoy mild confusion coupled with acute nausea."

Chetwin: "Heh. Yeah. That's what I've been planning on... But we all know I'm the only person in the universe with less innate motivation to be tactful than you... So I've been holding off on that 'til we solve these other problems. I figure at least a few of these sad freaks will want to kill me after our first conversation."
Yeah, pretty much.

Bleys: "I did manage to talk you and Van out of a particularly loud rendition of 'Ballad of the Water Crossers' outside of Corwin's room, though. Mostly because you were having fun changing words."
Chetwin: "Good call. I mean... really really good call."
Bleys: "Well, you were in tune at that point. Who knows, my brother might've been flattered." He grins.

Session 58: Moving On

Alice: "Okay, Dylana, that was weird. Just so you know."
Dylana: "Well.. yeah. You expected chatting with a semi-sentient machine to be...?"
Alice: "I know. Just thought I'd comment."

Chetwin: "I really don't give a flying rat's ass if you eat every potted plant down here... Now that I think if it, why is there a potted plant on the docks?? But anyway... I'm gonna need you to show me where those... er... valuable items we found in the street and intended to give back to their owners as soon as possible went."
Right. Those items you "found" that were less "in the street" and more "in the homes of their rightful owners"?

Session 59: Drunken Revelry

Transformations

Chetwin: "AHH! Guys! We've been overrun. We're being invaded by Polynesians! It's all over... They're in the palace already."
Dylana: "Holy shit. You're hallucinating. Or at least your vision is messing with you. I'd hardly call one person and a panther an invasion."
He's less hallucinating and more very, very drunk.

GM: Vanity looks over. "Chet! That's Dylana. You're confused, have some more everclear." She waves a bottle.
Dylana: "Yes, umm... You may have mistaken the intent of its name there..."

Chetwin: "Okay... I surrender. You won't get any trouble from me. Bleys!! Have you seen my Rebman slave robe?"
Bleys: "How many times do I have to tell you, Chet, it's a loincloth."
Chetwin: "You kiddin' me? Loincloths not gonna work in rebma. They'd float up and be a belt with flaps." Chet starts laughing and leans on the wall.
Bleys: "Weights, Chet. Lots of weights." he grins.
Chetwin: "Maybe some weights would be in order. Like a divers' belt. See! Bleysh is back and he's still a genius..."

Chetwin: "Who was it that said 'great minds drink alike"??"
Dylana: "Um... You, just now...?"

Dylana: "Oh yes, ignore me as if I'm the one responsible for offending your delicate feline sensibilities."
Bleys: "Ehh... Give the cat some Everclear. Or vodka."
Dylana: "I'm not sure she's a drinker. You could try though."
GM: Bleys offers a bottle. Tabby walks over and sniffs it. Bleys continues to offer.
Chetwin: "Damn right. Cat needs to drink. That'd be a great experiment. I woner if it'll increase or decrease her telepathic powers."
GM: Tabby backs up and stares at him (Bleys).
Dylana: "Experiment. Yeah. Because it'd be fun to have a hungover CAT in my head."
Chetwin: "Hey! If it amplifies them exponentially, I say we do mind control on the Begmans. I never liked Begmans much. Snooty for no reason..."
GM: Bleys turns his head to answer Chet. Simultaneously, Tabby leaps forward, bats the bottle out of Bleys' hand, grabs it in her mouth, and trots away... spilling clear alcohol all the way.

Dylana: *observes the situation in such a way as to be able to claim no responsibility in the morning*

Chetwin: "Where's she going with that? Cat! I'm just drunk... but you're drinking alone. That's a bad sign..."

Chetwin: "Dy? She doesn't have a drinking problem does she? I mean," *chet giggles* "...You don't have problems with her going..." *chet giggles again* "CAT-a-tonic from time to time??" Chet laughs his ass off and slides down the wall.
Dylana: "I will let that pun slide on account of you being too uninhibited to not make that remark..."
Chetwin: From the floor... "You really ought to try Bleys' special liquor too. It's so strong, I think it's made in a CATalytic converter." Chet laughs again.

Chetwin: "Cat. Is the alcohol needed for your stash or are you just looking for shiny glass-like things? Cause... ummmmmm... you ever met our cousin Coral?"

Chetwin: "Say... where the f*ck is wing-dog? Haven't seen his wingy ass for a while. Hope Flora's feeing him while my brother's... uhhh... on vacation."
Bleys: "Damned if I know. I've only been back since this morning. Weren't you going to feed it an enema or something?"
Chetwin: "Yeah, but I was drunk when I said that too."
Let's see... Bleys came back this morning... You met up with him shortly after that... You immediately suggested getting drunk... It's evening now... Yeah, you were definitely drunk when you said that.

Session 60: Drunken Revelry, Vol. 2

Transformations

Dylana: "Chet, umm... You know, I only warn you because you're drunk and maybe just a bit out of touch with things, but since when does the phrase "good kitty" apply to panthers?"

Tabby: "Gotta go to my stash. I can eat him later, Dylana."

Chetwin: "Yeah, yeah. But you can make alcohol outta lots of stuff. I mean, if I really wanted to, I could put a coupla hundred Averickians in an apple-press and make Averickian cider. I could. But I don't fancy hair in my alcohol."
GM: Bleys answers Chet as he starts prying out the cork in the red-content bottle
Bleys: "Well, if you do it the right way, the hair disintegrates nicely." he looks up. "Not that I've tried that, of course. And that's not what this is." *pries at the cork some more* "It's from this Shadow out towards the Chaos end of things. Can't remember the name of the place - it sounded like a bad case of chest phlegm. Come to think of it, the name of this stuff," and here the cork flies out and rolls to a stop next to Chet, "sounded like a nasty throat frog. Can't remember it, either."

GM: You get the idea, Dy, that the song they're arguing about involves a shepherd, a saucy wench, a goat, and possibly Flora. The last one seems to be the point of contention.
Dylana: Oh gods. I keep listening, out of morbid curiousity.