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#151
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After a particularly frustrating night of pages...
A gray rat pokes around for food.
> A gray rat pokes around for food. > You ask a gray rat angrily, "YOU WANT FOOD? I'LL GIVE YOU FOOD!" > You are no longer trying to kiss a gray rat. You try to swing a gray rat. This requires its consent. > You swing your fist swiftly. > offer my bowl to rat A gray rat doesn't know what to do with that. > You scream at a gray rat moodily, "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT TO DO WITH IT!" > You drop a beef stew bowl. > You kneel down near the east wall. > You lap from a beef stew bowl. > sip it You must be holding the bowl to do that. > You realise apologetically. > You tell a gray rat embarrassedly, "Oh... you have no hands." > You move from a beef stew bowl to the east pallet. > You sit down on the east pallet. > You muse to a gray rat, "At least you're more talkative than Lance." |
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#152
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The cold air in this dark, small prison cell is damp and mildewy. The thick walls seem to lean in on the small enclosed space. From the low looming ceiling, dirty water drips monotonously. Every surface of the cell is formed of heavy grey stone masonry. The only way out is north, through a rusty iron door.
A beef stew bowl is sitting near the rusty iron door. You are sitting against the south wall. The same stew bowl...sitting there for two weeks. Maybe it will grow limbs and walk away Drops of water form in the cracks between the ceiling blocks, dripping monotonously from the stone every few minutes. The water is cold and dirty, and no matter where you stand or sit, you cannot avoid occasionally feeling cold drops fall on your head, and slither down the back of your neck. Weeee! Fun! |
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#153
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This is pretty un-funny.
> consent list You are allowing Lance. You are allowing Yeoman Rogra. You are allowing yourself. You are allowing a gray rat. You are allowing Yeoman Briseis. I can trust so few people... |
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#154
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I'm more trusted than the rat! And Yeo-girls!
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#155
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Trying to study with more than one teacher is going to take too much concentration.
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#156
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> leave
You are standing all alone already. Why do you wish to be even more lonely? |
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#157
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*snorts* Amusing
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#158
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A pair of white leather shoes, snugly fitted. These are masculine outer coverings for the feet, with stiff soles attached to upper parts made of light, flexible material. You note the professional mark of Journeyman Cobbler Mairead.
Not. Bloody. Funny. NB. There is a very real reason why I've put this here, and no, this is not an attack on Mairead or her player.
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#159
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Shoes make me giggle.
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#160
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OOC -- Shadust will be away from his keyboard lengthily.
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#161
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A vast open courtyard, with high walls rising around it.
An ordinary courier and a large barrel are standing near here. You are standing near the north passageway. The deep snow is lying on the pavement of the courtyard. A snow bank is lying near the eastern wall of the courtyard. An exotic redwood bench is standing against the western courtyard wall. A unicorn is standing on a large barrel. Spot the insomnia-induced error. |
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#162
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OOC -- Shafea will be away from her keyboard, "soup"
OOC -- Phebus says, "Will also be away for a few.." OOC -- Finna will be away from her keyboard, "On moment" |
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#163
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> pointlessly wb me, "Wb."
OOC -- You pointlessly welcome back Glyphe, "Wb." OOC -- Glyphe pointlessly welcomes you back, "Wb." |
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#164
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> read lance's first scroll
You read Lance's scroll. It says: Dear Elvii Stop reading my scrolls! It is signed, "--Love, Lance.", by Lance. |
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#165
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> OOC -- You say, "warning.. incomming spam.."
> OOC -- Xoic says, "noooo........:P" > A bearded courier takes a scroll from you. > A bearded courier gives a scroll to you. > > OOC -- You say, "groan" > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. > A bearded courier gives an ivory scroll to Namida. > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. > A bearded courier takes an ivory scroll from you. Needless to say, some people are expecting mail
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