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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 5:22 pm
by Cameraman Jenn
Alas no brunch was had....but you would be welcome to join....kind of a long flight for you for just brunch though....heheheh
Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 5:38 pm
by Waddley
Syl wrote:Please, no symbols in place of numbers. That'd completely mess me up.
QFE.
Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:08 pm
by sgt.null
bad-face 25-dec-83 a/b fad_cafe f^
Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:13 pm
by Creator
Cameraman Jenn wrote:Alas no brunch was had....but you would be welcome to join....kind of a long flight for you for just brunch though....heheheh
Ya never know what other trouble I can get into!!
Perhaps an impromptu "bedtime" story!!
Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:40 pm
by lucimay
Cameraman Jenn wrote:Well, technically no...but the action players who play bloodguard do..Lucimay and Sorus, wanna go have brunch tomorrow am?
i'm so sorry i didn't see this invite jenn. i woulda. dagnabbit.
as it was, i spent the entire weekend in front of my computer playing scrabble and reading The Second Sex. sound like fun? heh. my life.
see why i'm so excited about friday???
Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 7:40 pm
by sgt.null
hell Luci, i get to write and do laundry today. not all of us have your glorious life.
Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 8:30 pm
by Cameraman Jenn
I need to get my laundry done...wanna do my laundry for me while you are at it?
Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 9:50 pm
by sgt.null
sure, seperate it yourself though. julie has to for me.
Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 2:55 am
by Cameraman Jenn
How do you feel about handwashing? All of Moose's sweaters are hand wash only....well the cashmere one's are dry clean but I can drop them off myself....
Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 3:50 am
by Sorus
Aww... I wasn't following this thread. (Had to work anyway. My schedule right now is pretty inimical to the whole having-a-life thing. Not that I had a life before.)
Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 4:24 am
by Cameraman Jenn
It's cool, we will figure out a time to meet IRL...
Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 9:18 am
by sgt.null
A trebuchet (IPA: [ˈtɹɛbjʊʃeɪ], /tɹɛbjəˈʃɛt/ or /tɹɛbjəˈtʃɛt/), also sometimes called a trebucket (IPA: [tɹɛbjəˈkɛt]) is a medieval siege engine, a weapon employed either to batter masonry or to throw projectiles over walls.
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 9:30 pm
by Cameraman Jenn
Hrmm....You know Jay, I am STILL waiting for my sandgorgons....Where's the love man? The sandgorgon love?....
Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 1:37 am
by kevinswatch
Heh, and I still ask, where do I put the Sandgorgons.-jay
Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 1:39 am
by Cameraman Jenn
as gender icons silly!!!!
Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 1:41 am
by kevinswatch
Heh, and I already gave you an answer for that. And it was a pretty good answer, if I say so myself.
-jay
Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 1:47 am
by Cameraman Jenn
so no amount of whining and harrying and refusing to let it go will change anything? is THAT what you are saying? (tears welling in her eyes....lower lip quivering...)
Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 4:55 am
by [Syl]
I'll tell you where to put your sandgorgons, jay. Right up...
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 10:28 am
by Cameraman Jenn
Her heart quailed as she realized the magnitude of the quest before her. Her hand shaking in trepidation she reached for the ring, unsure of her mastery. She had used the ring before but this time was different, this time she would use it for her own purpose. She looked about her in chagrin but her companions only stood rigid with forbearance at her immedicable needs. Helpless as an infant she realized that to bring forth power she needed the concessions of her companions, championing her obscure desire for the sandgorgons.
She took a deep breath and swallowed the tears of loss and regret that obfuscated her mind. Tears of chill and regret that had haunted her from the day she joined the watch relentlessly spilled down her cheeks as she gathered her strength and spoke the words, "Your intransigence does not allow the Sandgorgons to be. Nom saved The Unbeliver, Where would he be now if the Unbeliver had refused his summons and abandoned him?"
"Very Well, " Jay spoke, " I cannot concede and therefore you should be wary as you see fit."
His tone implied an aura of relentlessness despite his taciturn nature.
"Tell me something." Jenn spoke, "Why won't you give me Sandgorgons? I have envisioned them and desired them for so long. Are you the kind of man that would turn his back on such things or would you persist in the face of adversity? I give you one times three months to give me the Sandgorgons! or else the watch will suffer seven times seven posts about sandgorgons before I call upon the power of sandgorgons and plunge the watch into despair."
Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 7:16 pm
by kevinswatch
If you're going to write in the style of SRD, then I'm going to write in the style of Robert Jordan.
Jay sniffed, straightened his skirt, and drank some tea.
(800 pages of absolutely nothing)
"No," said Jay, and then muttered, "bloody sheepherder" under his breath.
-jay