Alexandria gives a filigreed crystal tea cup to Princess Setisoki.
Chairwoman Alexandria Shevat, the Effervescent Sylph says to Princess Setisoki, "Perhaps you might find that to your liking, Princess."
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
Hehehe. Sudden urge to be a kephera.
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
"There is no set end to the dance, Researcher," Ansun Fairquillion admits, his wings drooping now as if spotting the way in which he has trapped himself. "It ends when we desire it to."
As she stops moving abruptly, Researcher Fisiana zi'Prouep says to Ansun Fairquillion, "Then thank you, Apprentice, for assisting me in fulfilling my quota. I will be going now."
Chairwoman Alexandria Shevat, the Effervescent Sylph says to Researcher Fisiana zi'Prouep, "I mean no embarrassment to the Apprentice, but I believe he was quite enjoying the dance with you."
Ansun Fairquillion curls his bottom lip under his teeth and nods. Alexandria's words fall on deaf ears as, leaving the trill simply staring after her, Fisiana clicks her way to her notes and exits the ballroom. The trill is left, wings drooping, alone on the dancefloor.
Quietly, Ansun Fairquillion steps away, using the distraction of Nelras's announcement to make his own way out.
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
"There is no set end to the dance, Researcher," Ansun Fairquillion admits, his wings drooping now as if spotting the way in which he has trapped himself. "It ends when we desire it to."
As she stops moving abruptly, Researcher Fisiana zi'Prouep says to Ansun Fairquillion, "Then thank you, Apprentice, for assisting me in fulfilling my quota. I will be going now."
Chairwoman Alexandria Shevat, the Effervescent Sylph says to Researcher Fisiana zi'Prouep, "I mean no embarrassment to the Apprentice, but I believe he was quite enjoying the dance with you."
Ansun Fairquillion curls his bottom lip under his teeth and nods. Alexandria's words fall on deaf ears as, leaving the trill simply staring after her, Fisiana clicks her way to her notes and exits the ballroom. The trill is left, wings drooping, alone on the dancefloor.
Quietly, Ansun Fairquillion steps away, using the distraction of Nelras's announcement to make his own way out.
Poor Ansun. I was feeling that pain all through!
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
Reality slows to a crawl as the Fates begin to work upon the Tapestry of Life. 12420h, 10390m, 10400e, 10p mBelrxkb<>- /21:16:59.879/ [Updates]: A new changelog entry has been made. CHANGELOG 2038 for more information. changelog next 12420h, 10397m, 10400e, 10p mBelrxkb<>- /21:17:03.678/ >--------------------------[ Changelog Entry #2038 ]--------------------------< Entered by: Orael the Anomaly Date: 2020-03-25 01:17:04
o Night Curse can actually give random hidden afflictions once more. >-----------------------------------------------------------------------------< 12420h, 10397m, 10400e, 10p mBelrxkb<>- /21:17:03.994/ Rowena Nightshade shouts, "Mother Night, I'm back!" 12420h, 10392m, 10400e, 10p mBelrxkb<>- /21:17:13.359/ The Fates weave their last alteration upon the Tapestry of Life and time returns to normal.
In a hollow, echoing voice, the Temporal Conclave says, "Twenty one divided by fourty two. Equals.
Six."
All but spitting out his cigar, Ismbard Brunl, Temporal Engineer protests, "Conclave, twenty one
divided by fourty two is very much not six!"
Her voice firm and commanding, Terentia, the Even Bladed says to you, "You have kept your oath to Me, Parhelion. You have sworn to maintain Justice in these troubled times."
Yet if a boon be granted me, unworthy as I am, let it be for a steady hand with a clear eye and a fury most inflaming.
Overseer Choros Shevat, Architect of the Invisible says, "I am absolutely the most horrible bard ever. I really am."
Researcher Belwen Manchova says to Choros, "You appear to have some Aeromantic defences around you right now, sir. You must be a very bad bard indeed."
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
A flaming district on the Road of Rolling Rocks. (road). (Gaudiguch City) [11259]
Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. A fresh breeze is blowing through the area. At one time a smooth descension of black stone, the rocky crags of this ravaged road have been displaced into a spiky mess of egregious proportions. Huddled dwellings have collapsed together into great mounds of rubble with elements of home life visible within them: from a rich rug poking from one pile to the shattered wooden remains of some mutated, four-legged wakabi laying on the ground before another. Collapsed stairs bear warped spikes of jagged iron that appear close to melting furhter yet, curlicuing into odd points and spirals.
What followed was chaos. Fire rushed through the ruined tower, and the six Senior Researchers had suffered all manner of wounds - some grave. For one Senior Researcher the wounds proved fatal, a vicious lesson in triage and crisis response for the citizens who were there. Although many of them possessed the ability to heal others, they were too late to reach Etoathe Oolin, who perished beneath the wreckage of his laboratory.
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
Ixion calls a major blessing of the Domotheos of Death down upon the Grand Province of New Celest.
April 1st is tomorrow, Ixion.
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
01:22 (Ironhart Collective): Aramel says, "Sapphira and Shango can both go diaf tbh." 01:23 (Ironhart Collective): Shango says, "I will take you with me." 01:23 (Ironhart Collective): Sapphira says, "Why thank you." 01:23 (Ironhart Collective): Mboagn says, "They probably won't, they're not lucidians." 01:23 (Ironhart Collective): Sapphira says, "Now tell me what you really think."
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
01:22 (Ironhart Collective): Aramel says, "Sapphira and Shango can both go diaf tbh." 01:23 (Ironhart Collective): Shango says, "I will take you with me." 01:23 (Ironhart Collective): Sapphira says, "Why thank you." 01:23 (Ironhart Collective): Mboagn says, "They probably won't, they're not lucidians." 01:23 (Ironhart Collective): Sapphira says, "Now tell me what you really think."
I about died of laughter. Reminded me of the time Sapphira accidentally talked smack about Hallifax in the same place.
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
@Mboagn, was this a reference to the fire and the researcher dying in Hallifax? I was laughing too hard at Aramel to catch it initially.
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
Voice bright and clear, you ask Mendacium, "Hi! We have not gotten to speak much at length! Am Gurashi and this is Miss Olethea. Do you need any other things at this moment, friend?"
Disciple of the Tah'vrai, Mendacium asks, "Oh. I am known as Mendacium. It's very nice to meet you?"
You have emoted: Gurashi finally decides to do something better with this brain, setting it on the ground nearby and wiping his hands thoroughly on his pants. He offers his right hand abruptly to Mendacium in greeting. "It is wonderful to meet you too!"
Mendacium considers the hand before grasping it lightly and kissing the air above it.
You stare blankly at Mendacium.
Without missing a beat, you say to Mendacium, "How do you do."
I love our new resident lucidian *ugly crying*
‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
Alary covers black cat boy short panties with another of the same type, whispering softly under their breath. As the two items melt into each other, they suddenly shimmer with a brilliant, golden light until only one remains.
Prelate Shaddus Trueflight, of the Broken Teeth says, "In the beginning, there was Yudhe. Then Arix told him to keep it down, Arix was trying to sleep."
Edwin d'Vanecu says, "A gentleman doesn't prick and tell."
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
You say to Aramel, "There is news, though I imagine you will not consider it good."
Lady Aramel Shevat says, "Oh? Has someone blown up another laboratory? Is there more paperwork to do?"
Kethaera starts to respond, and pauses. "Which would you prefer to hear?"
After only a moment, Aramel says, "No doubt the first, but it tends to lead to the second."
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
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Chairwoman Alexandria Shevat, the Effervescent Sylph says to Princess Setisoki, "Perhaps you might find that to your liking, Princess."
"Chairwoman," Princess Setisoki states, holding up a hand in a gesture for her to stop and returning the cup. "That would be quite inappropriate. One of the males will serve me."
Hehehe. Sudden urge to be a kephera.
As she stops moving abruptly, Researcher Fisiana zi'Prouep says to Ansun Fairquillion, "Then thank you, Apprentice, for assisting me in fulfilling my quota. I will be going now."
Chairwoman Alexandria Shevat, the Effervescent Sylph says to Researcher Fisiana zi'Prouep, "I mean no embarrassment to the Apprentice, but I believe he was quite enjoying the dance with you."
Ansun Fairquillion curls his bottom lip under his teeth and nods. Alexandria's words fall on deaf ears as, leaving the trill simply staring after her, Fisiana clicks her way to her notes and exits the ballroom. The trill is left, wings drooping, alone on the dancefloor.
Quietly, Ansun Fairquillion steps away, using the distraction of Nelras's announcement to make his own way out.
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
12420h, 10390m, 10400e, 10p mBelrxkb<>- /21:16:59.879/
[Updates]: A new changelog entry has been made. CHANGELOG 2038 for more information.
changelog next
12420h, 10397m, 10400e, 10p mBelrxkb<>- /21:17:03.678/
>--------------------------[ Changelog Entry #2038 ]--------------------------<
Entered by: Orael the Anomaly Date: 2020-03-25 01:17:04
o Night Curse can actually give random hidden afflictions once more.
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12420h, 10397m, 10400e, 10p mBelrxkb<>- /21:17:03.994/
Rowena Nightshade shouts, "Mother Night, I'm back!"
12420h, 10392m, 10400e, 10p mBelrxkb<>- /21:17:13.359/
The Fates weave their last alteration upon the Tapestry of Life and time returns to normal.
All but spitting out his cigar, Ismbard Brunl, Temporal Engineer protests, "Conclave, twenty one divided by fourty two is very much not six!"
Overseer Choros Shevat, Architect of the Invisible says, "I am absolutely the most horrible bard ever. I really am."
Researcher Belwen Manchova says to Choros, "You appear to have some Aeromantic defences around you right now, sir. You must be a very bad bard indeed."
A flaming district on the Road of Rolling Rocks. (road). (Gaudiguch City) [11259]
@Shulamit
What followed was chaos. Fire rushed through the ruined tower, and the six Senior Researchers had suffered all manner of wounds - some grave. For one Senior Researcher the wounds proved fatal, a vicious lesson in triage and crisis response for the citizens who were there. Although many of them possessed the ability to heal others, they were too late to reach Etoathe Oolin, who perished beneath the wreckage of his laboratory.
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
01:23 (Ironhart Collective): Shango says, "I will take you with me."
01:23 (Ironhart Collective): Sapphira says, "Why thank you."
01:23 (Ironhart Collective): Mboagn says, "They probably won't, they're not lucidians."
01:23 (Ironhart Collective): Sapphira says, "Now tell me what you really think."
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
Explorer (80%), Achiever (53%), Socializer (53%), Killer (13%)
Bartle Taxonomy
(test yourself)
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
Czixi, the Welkin murmurs, "Fight on, My Effervescent Sylph. I will be with you as you do."
Aian Lerit'r, Lead Schematicist exclaims to you, "A *paperwork* emergency, Chairman!
Lucidians used to have a malus to fire, so I figured that was the joke. They got toasted on Fire too in the Project Cosmic Hope histories.
Disciple of the Tah'vrai, Mendacium asks, "Oh. I am known as Mendacium. It's very nice to meet you?"
You have emoted: Gurashi finally decides to do something better with this brain, setting it on the ground nearby and wiping his hands thoroughly on his pants. He offers his right hand abruptly to Mendacium in greeting. "It is wonderful to meet you too!"
Mendacium considers the hand before grasping it lightly and kissing the air above it.
You stare blankly at Mendacium.
Without missing a beat, you say to Mendacium, "How do you do."
It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’
Explorer (80%), Achiever (53%), Socializer (53%), Killer (13%)
Bartle Taxonomy
(test yourself)
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Aonia: We will not be voting on the npc's kinks.