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10/08/2020 1:26 pm
~More About Breasts~
> You examine your right breast.
exa my 1st breast
A right breast.
> You examine your roasted honey-glazed slice of turkey turkey breast.
exa my 2nd breast
A roasted honey-glazed slice of turkey turkey breast. The meat is white and crisped brown around the edges by woodsmoke. It has been coated with a thick honey glaze.
> There isn't a third breast, there are only two.
exa my 3rd breast
What happened to my left breast...? O.o
26/08/2020 8:14 pm
> Leliana sighs, "Why did you tell Trevyn?"
> You appear to be abashed.
> You admit to Leliana, "Only tha' ye'd accidentally eaten some raw snake, an' sae ye were reel sick."
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> You sigh, "Och... An', then, th' tae o' us were talkin' in th' main room o' th' hospital, an' I heard th' bells chime, sae, I went tae check on ye, an' when I went back, I told Laird Trevyn tha' ye were asleep..."
> Leliana nods, "It's just a little embarrassing, though he probably doesn't remember who I am.. so I guess it's better than someone I speak to often."
> You add quieter, "...On th' chamber pot."
> Leliana pauses at your words.
> You avert your wide-set grey eyes guiltily.
> Leliana palms her face, "Good gods, well.. like I said. We don't speak. It might be fine."
28/08/2020 1:54 pm
Orla smooches a round pink pig, "Be back."
You shift your round pale blue eyes, "....You kiss my cheeks with that mouth...."
Orla says, "Slim is clean!"
Orla says, "At least his face is."
You shift your round pale blue eyes lots.
Orla shifts her shimmer-dusted moonlit-silver eyes too.
29/08/2020 3:01 pm
Doctor Beth introduces you and Erik, "Landon, Erik. Both bandage pickers."
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> Online[5] (14:59 EST): Aldur, Doctor Beth, Erik, Landon and Lord Trevyn.
who
Staff[2]: StoryHost Roo and StoryHostess Topsy.
> You consider your injuries confusedly.
consider my wounds confusedl
> You consider your injuries confusedly.
consider my wounds confusedly
> You look at your injuries.
look at my injuries
Landon does not appear to be injured.
31/08/2020 10:41 am
Thalia wiggles at you, "Fishman sells nets if you want em too."
Thalia means her nimble fingers.
Thalia keeps her average curvaceous body ladylike.
01/09/2020 10:53 pm
Persephone low-key shifts her wide hazel green eyes, "That fire hates us."
> Persephone assumes mostly, "That is probably how I will die. Damn ducks."
> You concern yourself with Persephone's words, "You....are really really on this duck thing. Did they like.....gang up on you?"
> Persephone nods lots at you, "They keep showing up at my house. I asked Levi to get rid of them. They just... are there... Staring at me."
> You cock your head at Persephone slowly, "Like....the same ones or new ducks?"
> Doctor Beth giggles softly.
> Persephone appears to be disturbed, "...Different ducks. But sometimes the same different ducks."
> You worry a-little, "How do you tell ducks apart? If there a duck Alpha?"
> You fear for Persephone, "Did....did you make them angry?"
> Persephone hard shifts her wide hazel green eyes, "I probably pissed off the duck god."
> You dart your round pale blue eyes back-and-forth, "Have you tried making a offering?"
> You plot now, "We can leave piles of birdseed like.....away from your house. With like...worms and stuff."
> You feel an expanse of rolling plain weirdly, "Can....they scent you? Track you?"
> Doctor Beth eyeballs an expanse of rolling plain.
> Persephone keeps a slim golden fawn cirneco and an enormous tricolor swiss mountain dog, "...I don't know. I never thought about that."
> Lacey peeks around an expanse of rolling plain unsurely, "Are ducks usually hostile?"
> Persephone scoffs softly, "Yes! They're mean birdies."
> You peek at the northwest side of an expanse of rolling plain, "....Turkey isn't duck, right/"
> You squint at the northwest side of an expanse of rolling plain.
> Doctor Beth squints at the northwest side of an expanse of rolling plain followingly, "No. They are different."
> Persephone decides simply, "Turkeys are worse than ducks.."
> You murmur to Persephone concernedly, "Do the turkey's lead the ducks?"
> You eye the northwest side of an expanse of rolling plain, "So should we be concerned it's watching you?"
> Persephone sees the northwest side of an expanse of rolling plain then, "Oh. It's come for me."
> You hope to Persephone murmuringly, "Can you shoot it? Has Levi taught you shooting yet?"
> You eye the northwest side of an expanse of rolling plain warily.
> Lacey skims the northwest side of an expanse of rolling plain, "I thought you said a duck?"
> Persephone subtly shifts her wide hazel green eyes, "... He taught me arrow parts."
> Lacey says, "That's a turkey."
> Persephone nods solemnly to Lacey, "The turkeys lead the ducks."
> A modest campfire crackles peacefully.
> You grin at Lacey barely, "They are in cahoots."
> Lacey shifts her narrow hazel eyes, "I see,"
> Persephone agrees once-more with you, "All the hoots."
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> Doctor Beth smirks to herself.
> You stare at Persephone now, "Oh no. Levi taught you puns."
> Lacey open-mindedly smiles, "Well, perhaps we should pack up before their group arrives?"
> Lacey says, "We can traverse to the fountain."
> You slowly push yourself to your feet.
> You scoot to the northwest side of an expanse of rolling plain.
> Doctor Beth peeks at you.
> You block the northwest side of an expanse of rolling plain with your average curvaceous body uselessly, "It can't see past me...so...it won't know we are leaving."
> Persephone shifts her wide hazel green eyes, "Don't go near that beard."
> Lacey stands up.
> Persephone means, "Bird?"
> Persephone coughs into her right fist.
> Lacey promises, "No birds."
> Persephone blames an expanse of rolling plain generally, "Bug flew into my mouth."
> You splay your average curvaceous body widely.
> You stare at the northwest side of an expanse of rolling plain hard.
> Persephone admits now, "I'm gonna go home... Hopefully Levi is there."
> Persephone shifts her wide hazel green eyes.
> Lacey says, "People love surprises."
> Lacey hears Persephone, "Would you like us to escort you?"
> You suggest to Persephone quieter, "Make him shoot them."
Persephone gathers a slim golden fawn cirneco and an enormous tricolor swiss mountain dog now, "I've got the dogs. They'll bite anything I tell them to."
> A modest campfire crackles peacefully.
> Persephone assumes mostly about a slim golden fawn cirneco, "Well Deimos will. Aodh might just lick his butt."
06/09/2020 9:39 pm
Brisk and cold, the air around you slips under your garments with a chilly reminder of the season.
Hey, now! Don't get handsy with me, weather!
07/09/2020 7:34 pm
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You are very hungry.
> A fuzzy peach comes flying through an expanse of Piazza Vecchia to the south, landing nearby.
👍
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13/09/2020 3:08 pm
> Orla puts her breasts in her engraved rose gold serving tray.
16/09/2020 10:23 pm
@discard my 1st rib
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17/09/2020 8:17 pm
Orla hates a skinny white cat, "Will you please go eat a rat or something?"
Orla says, "You are creeping me out."
A skinny white cat hisses erratically.
Orla squints at a skinny white cat.
19/09/2020 1:41 am
> You nod, "Aye, ye see, th' name be arrigh; "Toddia's Jolly Jooleries", boot, th' catchphrase be wha' I dinna approve o'. "Show me yer Jollies!" sounds like... Weel... Like ye mean... Summat else than joolery."
> You shift your wide-set grey eyes.
> Toddia ponders, "But the jewelries are the "jollies."
> You chuckle.
> Toddia ponders harder, "Perhaps it needs a little work."
> You straighten your face, "Aye... Boot... It cud be unnerstood tae mean... Weel... "Show me yer..." ... Erm, th' sort o' things wha' folks show each other when they... Er... When, ye ken, a married man an' his wife gae tae bed at night... Ye ken...?"
> Toddia ponders your words, "People wear jewelry to bed?"
> You sigh.
> You chuckle.
> You shake your head helplessly, "It cud be unnerstood tae mean summat dirty, be wha' I be tryin' tae say."
> The autumn air is freezing cold, scents of frost and dried leaves filling your nose.
> Toddia shrugs innocently, "Well, I can always change it and work on it."
> You nod to Toddia, "Aye, I ken tha'd be best."
19/09/2020 9:40 pm
> OOC -- You will be away from your keyboard.
@afk
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> A tall man wearing a hooded cloak arrives through an ornate pair of doors leading northeast.
> A tall man wearing a hooded cloak moves from an ornate pair of doors leading northeast to a small jet black scottish terrier.
> A tall man wearing a hooded cloak walks toward a small jet black scottish terrier.
> A tall man wearing a hooded cloak peels his orange.
> A tall man wearing a hooded cloak feeds a small jet black scottish terrier's peeled orange to a small jet black scottish terrier.
a small jet black scottish terrier gobbles up his peeled orange entirely.
> A tall man wearing a hooded cloak moves from a small jet black scottish terrier to a stretch of road leading northwest.
> A tall man wearing a hooded cloak leaves through a stretch of road leading northwest.
> You yell, "Oy! You, stop! Dinna ivver feed me dog wi'oot me permission!"
Why did this have to happen while I was afk?!? XD
20/09/2020 1:24 am
> Thalia picks at her slice of chocolate-dipped vanilla cake, "She is! Always so patient with us and willing to pause to teach us."
> Thalia takes a bite of her slice of chocolate-dipped vanilla cake.
> A small jet black scottish terrier sniffs.
> Thalia pauses.
> Thalia eyes her slice of chocolate-dipped vanilla cake now.
> Thalia holds her tongue barely.
> Thalia swallows difficultly.
> You ask Thalia, "Wha's wrong wi' th' cake?"
> Thalia schools her face.
> Thalia expresses her smile to you politely, "Nothing. It's so very lovely."
> You furrow your smooth forehead confusedly.
> You examine Thalia's slice of chocolate-dipped vanilla cake.
A slice of vanilla vanilla cake. A light and airy vanilla baked good that has a pillowy center and a soft golden color along the exterior of the cake.
> You hrm thoughtfully.
> Thalia wonders about you a-little, "Is everything okay?"
> You nod to Thalia, "Aye, if everythin' be arrigh' wi' ye."
> You chuckle, "Dae th' cake have coffee ini?"
> The church bell tolls once, the lone sound echoing through the silence of the late night.
> Thalia scrunches her slender nose, "Perhaps. I do hate coffee."
> You ask Thalia teasingly, "Or vegetables?"
> Thalia pffts low-key, "I don't hate veggies. The consulate makes a lovely bowl of vegetable stew. And sometimes Erik throws a carrot at me."
> You grin good-naturedly at Thalia.
> You ask Thalia curiously, "Kin I try? Och! Mebbe we kin trade! Miss Orla sent me a whole lot o' honey glazed strawberry cake!"
> Thalia declines politely, "I think I shall spoil myself and keep this cake."
> You frown puzzledly, "Arrigh, then, if ye're shoor, boot I kenned tha' ye didna like th' cake?"
> Thalia extends her slice of chocolate-dipped vanilla cake to you reluctantly, "If you insist, Miss Margrat."
> Thalia offers her slice of chocolate-dipped vanilla cake to you.
To take this item, type: accept from Thalia
To refuse to take it, type: refuse Thalia
> > You take a slice of chocolate-dipped vanilla cake from Thalia.
> You smile gratefully at Thalia, "Thank ye kindly, Miss Thalia."
> You sniff your slice of chocolate-dipped vanilla cake curiously.
> Margrat's slice of chocolate-dipped vanilla cake smells of sweetened wheat flour with just a subtle essence of vanilla aromas and unctuous and overpowering rancid meat with a sickening play of sour notes.
> Thalia empties her three slices of chocolate-dipped vanilla cake from her silvered pewter plate of cake.
> You widen your wide-set grey eyes startledly.
> You laugh, "Wha'! She moost ha' poot meat ini by accident! She were prob'ly cookin' lots o' things at once! Ha! Haha!"
> OOC -- Thalia says, "I think its a bug. I assisted it"
> OOC -- You say, "Probably, lol"
> Mistress Emeraude tilts her head, "What is wrong with the cake? She did not put meat in it. I saw her bake it."
> OOC -- Mistress Emeraude says, "Yeah it's probably a sole ingredient gone bad."
You chuckle.
> You ask Mistress Emeraude, "Wud ye like tae take a sniff at it?"
> OOC -- Mistress Emeraude says, "I honestly don't remember what all she put it in. Honey I think."
> You offer your slice of chocolate-dipped vanilla cake to Mistress Emeraude.
> Mistress Emeraude declines easily, "No."
> Mistress Emeraude refuses to take a slice of chocolate-dipped vanilla cake.
> You chuckle, "Arrigh, then. It smells o' rotten meat."
> Mistress Emeraude suspects however, "Throw the cake away and send the plate back to her."
> You chuckle.
20/09/2020 3:51 am
> With a soft creak, the trapdoor set in the ceiling opens, and A small jet black scottish terrier emerges through the hole from above and descends the ladder propped against the eastern wall.
That's one talented dog! But then I always knew Jock was really smart.
