Session 61: Pheasants, confusion, and tenure
Transformations
Dylana: "Ah... good. Um... Do I want to know what mischief you've been getting into with a bottle of flammables?"
Tabby: "Umm... no. They weren't your pheasants."
Dylana: "I can only imagine a flock of drunken birds ..."
Tabby: *as she stalks over to pick up the bottle* "They weren't drunk."
Dylana: "They were....?"
Tabby: She picks up the bottle in her mouth, head tilted sideways so that the bottle is only a little tilted, and sits down. "They were..." *pause* "pheasants."
Tabby: very logical, but not so helpful...
GM: Okay. It appears our what the f*ck moment of the night is over.
Adventures in random people joining our chat window...
Darcie: Now that that moment of deeply thought provoking dialogue is over with, shall we get back to the game?
The intruder said hello, then quit. We were confused.
Dylana: "Hey, cuz. How goes?"
Chetwin: "Huh. I'll tell you how it goes. I was looking at my computer just now... You know, the one in a fragile state of either gibbering viral infection or emerging sentience..."
Dylana: "Um, yes?"
Right. The one Dylana decided to Trump not too long ago?
Dylana: "Ooh, you mean I get to play with the machine with tenure?!"
Chetwin: "No. You get to do thankless grub work until you have suffered sufficiently. But feel free to look on the bright side."
Dylana: "Yeah. See it your way"
What we have here is a failure to communicate...
Session 62: Another Family Meeting, Part 1
Transformations
GM: Chet was in the kitchen with DaVinci reading till the meeting.
Darcie: DaVinci?
GM: A book of DaVinci drawings. I just felt like phrasing it like a Clue question.
Thorne: "Hey, Dy. Hey, cat." (to Tabby)
Tabby: *looks up at him* "Hello, meat."
Darcie: OOC- Julian just said he owed Chet a favor. *watches for the collapsing walls of reality*
Not yet, not yet. Sheesh. You'd think Julian was the bad guy around here...
GM: (NOW the walls of reality are going to fall down... *g*)
Dustin: Chet is still feeling generous. In that he isn't even going to light his cigar until Random sits down.
Random: "We've got a lot of stuff to get through tonight, so let's keep interruptions to a minimum." He gives a pointed look at Chet, then turns the same look on Bleys.
GM: Bleys grins at him.
Dustin: Chet does a "Who...me??" look, then grins evilly.
Random's pretty good at those educated guesses on who'll make trouble, isn't he?
Chetwin: "So what do we get, if we're giving back army and morons?"
Random: "All right. Get up, join the party. And play nice like the rest of us, Dalt."
GM: This is the one that had the spikard.
Darcie: Mmmm... Shiny.
Chetwin: "I have a suggestion. Please don't shoot it down instantly."
You'd think no one listens to his ideas or something... Couldn't be because he has insanely outrageous ideas, could it?
GM: (hey, look... Random liked Chet's suggestion... *grin*)
Dustin: lol Yeah...now who's shocked.
Darcie: Call me Chicken Little, but now I know the sky is falling.
Dustin: Well... This is a set of very unusual circumstances. Hell must be frozen over...... cuz Chet got laid and Random grew a pair.
Darcie: Heh. Pattern flares.