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10/11/2019 6:06 pm
Randomly decided to examine a rock today.
You examine your small plain rock.
It's a small plain rock. Say it with me R-O-C-K . You don't actually need me to describe a rock, do you? If you do, a prose game will be quite a challenge, my little friend. Carry on and good luck out there.
[OOC TIP: Wow, you are a glutten for punishment. Was the examination not enough?]
I choked on my drink and nearly died from laughing so hard. I just wanted to let whoever coded this know that the attempt on my life has failed and they'll have to keep trying 😉
"One hairdresser does not an olive branch make" -Archduke Alonzo
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18/11/2019 12:31 am
OOC -- Genvieve says, "Not in the knee, no, but it would hurt like hell!"
> OOC -- Genvieve says, "Is that the only place he is wounded?"
> OOC -- Arafel says, "Yep"
> OOC -- You say, "Arafel used to be an adventurer like you...but then he took an arrow to the knee :("
> Genvieve inquires, "Iz there any strong spirts, alcohol?"
> OOC -- Arafel says, "OMG I JUST DIED"
> OOC -- Genvieve says, "Are you serious?"
> OOC -- Arafel says, "At the joke"
OOC -- Genvieve says, "You don't seem dead..."
> OOC -- You say, "Lmfao"
> OOC -- Genvieve says, "LOL--*feels like a tard*"
> OOC -- You say, "Now I just died."
"One hairdresser does not an olive branch make" -Archduke Alonzo
26/11/2019 9:04 pm
[Chat|Matteo] "You are fast Toddia!"
[Chat|Toddia] "Fastest woman in all Rincascita!
OOC -- Nix says to you, "Forgive me but I read that as 'Fattest' woman lmao"
OOC -- You say, "LOL, no... not until the holidays are over..."
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29/11/2019 1:53 pm
These guards are really on high alert lately
A towering broad-shouldered man halts a large rat, "I am sorry, but you are not allowed through."
"One hairdresser does not an olive branch make" -Archduke Alonzo
02/12/2019 8:50 pm
So the topic of sheep came up at the German Consulate tonight...
Dieter says to Morven, "All I know is that you're supposed to count them to go to sleep, for some reason."
Morven says, "........I.....that is interesting, Dieter."
You comment low-key, "It's better than what the Scots do with them..."
Morven wonders aloud, "The Scots?"
Morven shrugs, "They are barbarians, after all. I doubt that they keep sheep."
You smile naively at Morven's gaze, "I hear they like to keep them company at night, so that the sheep do not get lonely."
Valeria is absolutely plopping that naive mask on to save Morven's dignity.
Morven completely believes Valeria's answer.
Morven wonders, "Surely there are too many of them to come into the manor houses."
Dieter blinks at you.
You nod seriously at Morven, "That is why the menfolk of the house spend the nights in the stables. The poor things get incredibly frightened otherwise."
Morven suggests helpfully, "Perhaps it makes their wool grow thicker if they are happy."
Dieter murmurs to you, "Does this have to do with their man skirts?"
You blink softly at Dieter, "Did I mention kilts?"
Dieter says to you, "Scots.. kilts.."
Morven considers Trevyn's thighs.
Morven lowers her gaze to Trevyn's calves.
You gently curl your slender hands near your heart, "It just warms me to the core to know that they care so... intimately for their precious herds."
You twitch your pouting lips helplessly.
OOC -- Dieter says, "Give me a minute, I just snorted my drink"
Morven shrugs, "He would look better in their man skirts than they do."
~A bit later~
Morven nods to Trevyn, "I think it is very redeeming of the Scots that they keep their sheep warm during the cold, winter nights."
Morven tritely remarks, "They have little else to redeem them, that is certain."
Dieter says to Morven, "What about scotch?"
Morven slants her gaze towards Dieter, "Whiskey? I suppose, but they are not the only ones who make spirits."
Morven wonders, "Do they take their whiskey to bed too?"
Valeria briefly shakes her shoulders, attempting not to laugh, and exhales slowly.
Dieter says, "Well, I suppose a nightcap would be nice."
Morven asks you concernedly, "Are you alright?"
You smile tryingly at Morven, "Si, si, perfectly fine…”
Morven smiles upwardly at you, "Good....I thought you were choking."
Valeria turns toward the fire, letting a couple of silent giggles escape her lips.
Morven lightly pats the back of a little pudgy baby.
06/12/2019 7:28 pm
Last night, Margrat asked Genvieve if she could be her assistant healer at the Tournament, to which Genvieve agreed. Most of their converstaion had to be translated by Roderick, because Margrat can't understand Genvieve when Gen mixes French words into her speech, and Gen can't understand Margrat at all when she speaks with her really thick Scottish brogue. So, after it was settled, I considered the possible outcome and said: OOC -- You say, "This is going to be great. A healer and her assistant that can't understand each other at all. "Queek! Staunch zhee voond!" "Wha'?" "Zhee voond! Staunch eet! Queekly! "I cannae unnerstan' ye, Jen!"
At which Roderick was most amused. xD
08/12/2019 3:00 pm
> Lady Agatha takes herself and a pot into the corner, taking a very regal squat.
> Lady Agatha stares at you and Liras all-the-while.
And this, my loves, is why Persephone is a nurse.
Doctor Persephone di Catania, Dean of the University of Rinascita Knight of Italy Gentry of the French Realm Private in the Italian Army
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10/12/2019 1:06 am
Lol, that would have been "Vite, vite!" Not quickly! Englais is lost in heat of healing 😉
11/12/2019 10:50 pm
During what should have been a serious scene ...
Genvieve leans closer in French, "Someone tilt the light this way, please? Preferably someone not holding Mira?"
Genvieve obviously means Nicolas.
You peek sideways towards Nicolas.
Nicolas glances around a warm, spacious room.
You subtly nudge Nicolas with your left elbow.
You suggest hushedly to Nicolas in French, "Light the fireplace?"
Emmaline takes a cadaver grey wax candle from her smoked silver messaline purse.
Nicolas lifts himself to his large feet, "I must confess, I'm a little confused--"
Nicolas hears you, "Ah."
Nicolas walks to a large oak fireplace obligingly.
Emmaline just juts her cold-to-the-touch right hand and her cadaver grey wax candle.
Emmaline proffers her cadaver grey wax candle to Nicolas probably.
Emmaline offers her cadaver grey wax candle to Nicolas.
You see Nicolas light the logs within a large oak fireplace, bringing a warm bright glow to a warm, spacious room.
Genvieve thanks Emmaline in French, "That will help. Nicolas, light the taper and bring it closer if you will."
Nicolas takes a cadaver grey wax candle from Emmaline.
Nicolas holds his cadaver grey wax candle to a warm, cheerful fire closely.
Nicolas lights his cadaver grey wax candle.
The candle sputters, the flame twisting and contorting in strange shapes and motions before it suffocates into a thin wisp of smoke swirling skyward.
Nicolas' cadaver grey wax candle goes out.
Genvieve moves her thigh-length silken jet black hair to her left shoulder.
You hide your expression safely behind your cocktail glass of green herbal liqueur.
Nicolas lights his cadaver grey wax candle.
The candle sputters, the flame twisting and contorting in strange shapes and motions before it suffocates into a thin wisp of smoke swirling skyward.
Nicolas' cadaver grey wax candle goes out.
Nicolas walks to Emmaline's right side.
Genvieve unhelpfully deems Nicolas' cadaver grey wax candle.
Nicolas remains useless.
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12/12/2019 6:43 pm
~That moment when you try to eat around dogs~
You take a bite of your greenish-yellow pear.
A large grey and white speckled alaunt licks airily.
A large grey and white speckled alaunt stares silently.
A muscular grey-brown alaunt licks airily.
A muscular grey-brown alaunt stares hungrily.
You finish eating your greenish-yellow pear.
A large grey and white speckled alaunt stares hungrily.
A muscular grey-brown alaunt stares hungrily.
A muscular grey-brown alaunt sighs frustratedly.
A large grey and white speckled alaunt sighs frustratedly.
"One hairdresser does not an olive branch make" -Archduke Alonzo
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15/12/2019 5:26 pm
> OOC -- Arlo says, "you have two lipsticks on and 8 kohls lol"
> Lady Agatha whispers a little in her sleep, "Fly, pigeon. Tell the fire haired child.
> Arlo glances amusedly at Lady Agatha.
> OOC -- You say, "It's called style, look it up!"
> OOC -- Lady Agatha says, "one color on each lip and one heck of an eyeliner."
> Arlo clears lavender eyeshadow.
> Arlo washes Genvieve's fair, statuesque face.
> OOC -- Arlo says, "She has to remove it, it's not in my possession lol
> OOC -- You say, "You done messed up"
> OOC -- Arlo says, "I didn't do the others 😛 lol"
> OOC -- Lady Agatha says, "Genvieve just wanted to look like a cute racoon?"
> OOC -- You say, "She's going to a ball, not a drag show. No need to stack up so much makeup."
> OOC -- Lady Agatha says to Genvieve, "We love you <3"
> Arlo frowns, "Didn't get rose lip balm."
> Arlo takes small tub of cherry lip balm from his charcoal black tweed satchel.
> OOC -- You say, "Damn cute little raykins"
> Lady Agatha stirs her thoughts faintly.
> OOC -- Genvieve says, "I apologize"
> OOC -- Genvieve says, "i love yous <3"
> Lady Agatha examines her waist-length silken coal black hair.
> You adore Lady Agatha's waist-length silken coal black hair sweetly, "So cute and fun."
> Arlo examines Lady Agatha's waist-length silken coal black hair.
> Lady Agatha still snoozes.
> OOC -- Genvieve says, "*chokes on drag show remark*"
> OOC -- Arlo says, "Help me obi wan you are our only hope"
> OOC -- Lady Agatha says, "... oh dear gen, that didn't read well."
Genvieve removes lavender eyeshadow.
> Genvieve removes rose lip-color.
> Genvieve removes coral lip-color.
> Genvieve removes ebony kohl.
> Genvieve removes ebony kohl.
> Genvieve removes ebony kohl.
> Genvieve removes ebony kohl.
> Genvieve removes ebony kohl.
> Genvieve removes ebony kohl.
> Genvieve removes ebony kohl.
> Genvieve removes ebony kohl.
> OOC -- Genvieve says, "Jesus"
"One hairdresser does not an olive branch make" -Archduke Alonzo
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17/12/2019 11:04 pm
You inhabit Margrat.
Margrat enters the world.
You are standing near here. Some whiskey is lying near a pair of ebony double doors leading east.
Whiskey? In the post office? Let us examine it...
> You examine some whiskey.
exa whiskey
Some whiskey.
Finders, keepers! *I try to take the whiskey*
> Try as you might, some whiskey evades your attempt to pick it up. It might be because it's a liquid, but you're not sure.
take whiskey
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21/12/2019 11:42 pm
> Genvieve debride Orla's wound meticulously, working around the hungry maggots.
> You glance at Orla.
> Genvieve focuses her piercing gaze intensely on Orla's injuries.
> OOC -- Persephone says, "Omgoodnes"
> OOC -- You say, "wat?"
> OOC -- Persephone says, "Somehow I accidentally copied "debride" into google images"
> OOC -- You say, "Ewww..."
> OOC -- Genvieve says, "Bad idea if you have a soft stomach <.<"
> OOC -- Persephone says, "I've done it RL plenty of times"
> Orla winces sometimes at Genvieve's slender hands.
> Ava softly feels her stomach.
> OOC -- Ava says, "XD"
> OOC -- Orla says, "I won't even look."
OOC -- Persephone says, "I just wasn't prepared for it to show p on my screen lmao."
> OOC -- You say, "Haha"
> OOC -- Genvieve says, "Lol, poof! Brain sore!"
> OOC -- Persephone says, "I'm eating, too. So there's the tone for my evening lolz."
> OOC -- Ava says, "I had to look..."
> OOC -- Persephone says to Ava, ">.>"
> OOC -- Ava says, "Meh"
> OOC -- Orla says, "Stooop lol you're making me want to look"
> OOC -- Orla says, "I know I'll regret it though. I can't evenlook at a cut without wanting to vomit."
> OOC -- Ava says, "XD"
22/12/2019 8:33 pm
> [Broadcast] "Don't forget to toggle @victim if you didn't see the announcement about it on the forums! <3"
Oh, boy, oh, boy! More plots coming up, but they're running out of victims! We need a poster! I WANT YOU to volunteer to be a victim for a plot for AoE! xD
27/12/2019 1:22 pm
Oh, sweet summer child ...
Genvieve bites her sensual lower lip helplessly, "She... eez frighteeneed of... zhe monstres dans la mere..."
Ava anxiously hears Genvieve's words, "Oh yes. The monsters."
Genvieve difficultly controls her velvet soft voice, "Pour la same monstres wondier zhe streets de Paris."
You dimple your right cheek faintly with your smile, "You should like it, z'en. Per'aps we could arrange for a group of us to travel togez'er. It 'as been so long since I last saw my family."
Ava assumes you heroically, "However did you survive such a place where monsters roam the streets?"
Genvieve smiles at you warmly, "I am well... zhat maintenant en good comp'hany."
You glance questioningly between Ava and Genvieve.
Genvieve dreams of your words, "Zhat... would be..."
You square your shoulders just-so, "Oui, z'e monsters ... such struggles we French learn to live wis'."
Ava ear-to-ear smiles at you, "Travel together? That would be lovely, how better to visit France than with a guide and translator...and monster slayer."
You unintentionally snerk at Ava's words, "Monster slayer ..."
Genvieve truly relates to you, "Si merveilleux."
Ava wiggles her right arm showingly, "The monsters...you know...the ones with the big testicles, like the squids in the ocean."
Genvieve hides her fair, statuesque face with her black crystal tumbler of malt whiskey.
Genvieve wets her long, sooty eyelashes with her black crystal tumbler of malt whiskey and her smile laughingly.
You uncertainly sift your mind for your words, "Oui ... z'e ones wis' z'e ..."
Ava often confuses the words testicle and tentacle...but gen has convinced her there are giant squids in Paris.
You just nod at Ava's words.
You matter-of-factly prompt Via d'Acqua, "'ave eiz'er of you seen a squid before wis' your own eyes?"
Ava places her right hand on her right hip femininely, "Oh no, I saw a drawing in a book once. It's testicles were nearly the size of a ship, it was pretty scary."
Genvieve explains to you, "Zhey... Araf'hel et one othier... were catshing zhem... De la mere... zhe othier night."
Ava defers to Genvieve surely, "I'm sure Gen has seen plenty of testicles since they're are so many large ones in France."
Ava innocently keeps her words and her demeanor.
You needfully compress your thin lips, "Ma cherie ... is -tentacles- z'e word you are looking for? I do not recall seeing such a generous endowment in z'e drawings ..."
Ava blinks at you twice, "Tentacle? Is that what squids have?"
You deadpan maintain your expression.
Genvieve explains better to you, "Il y a quelques nuits."
You ahh softly at Genvieve's words, "Why would anyone wish to fish at z'is time of z'e year? Z'e sea spray must be 'orribly frigid."
Ava hums to herself lowly, "Perhaps I fell asleep during that lesson in English class."
Genvieve admits to you in French, "I do not have the heart to correct her... but it is not an inaccurate description for some of the men that roam the streets of Paris. Or this city for that matter."
You shamelessly fluff your ego with Genvieve's words, "Again ... z'e struggles we French live wis'."
shamelessly fluff my ego with gen's words 'Again ... z'e struggles we French live wis'.
Genvieve laughs.
Ava questions her sensual lips and her voice, "What is a testicle then? I'm sure that is an English word...right?"
Genvieve amuses herself with you, "Mais oui... weeth zuch zhat drag seh ground, sans aucun doute."
Ava perplexedly ponders.
You wordlessly direct your gaze to Genvieve.
Genvieve nods to you then.
Genvieve turns then to Ava.
Ava flashes her attention to Genvieve deadpan, "What's a testicle?"
Ava thinks she wants to know, but she doesn't really want to know.
You conveniently find your mug of dark coffee.
Genvieve medically describes to Ava, "Zhe zcrotum of zhe male anat'tomy. Alzo known az ballz. Fruitz.. othier namez. Zhey are undier zhe penees. Or lie beneath eet's base. Zerve strong purpose pour zhe men."
Ava covers her firm mouth with her right hand shockedly.
Ava reddens her cheeks heavily.
You straightfacedly try with your expression.
Genvieve explains, "'elp make babiez."
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