Her eyes twinkled with delight as you traded her the pot for the camera. “Bah oui! Monsieur Gideon is always filthy with it when he comes back!” she exclaimed, barely hiding the pleasure in her voice as she stood to her full height, although height per se was debatable in her case.

Turning back to Angus Balfour she caught the corpse mid-squirm.

“Bal-four!” she scolded, her emphasis on the last syllable of his name rather than the first was endearingly or irritatingly French depending on your point of view. “Dead bodies are not supposed to move. Now stay. Still.”

Grasping the spurtle that was sticking out of the pot– if it was good enough for porridge it was good enough for pig’s blood - she gave the claggy red stuff within a good stir.

She narrowed her gaze as she took a step back and judged the distance just about enough for her to have been within arm’s length of him if he was standing. In her mind’s eye she could see the knife in her hand and Balfour’s milky white throat but a slash away, and lifting the now coated wooden rod she threw out her best approximation of arterial blood splatter.

All.
Over.
Balfour.

Out

Ya ever been "ghosted" since you've been here in SOI? I've been here for years, most of ya know that...and yes, I've met so many great friends... wonderful, kind, gentle, loving men...one had my heart 4 years...and he died in his sleep. One I loved, was with him, only, here for 7 years...he met a wonderful woman r/t and now, he, too has passed away. And then...there was Daniel...kind, carin', lovin'...stayed right by my side through all my cancer struggle...we were so far apart though...oceans apart, but nothin' could keep us apart here in SOI for over 6 years...we'd planned to meet, eventually...but, as I became stronger again, he seemed to grow further away than The Netherlands...no longer here day and night after night...his Dad died and he became depressed and...inward...and then, with no warnin'...no goodbye...no words of wisdom or comfort...he was...gone, never to return. It's been a couple years now, and finally I realize, he's NOT comin' back...what I've done or why he changed, I'll never know. Yes, I miss him...I still care deeply for him...still look to see if he dropped a note perhaps but...nothing. Finally though, someone used the term "ghosted" with me...damn...that's hard to swallow isn't it? Well, for those of you that knew Daniel and me, please know I hold no hard feelins' to him...I wish him only life's best...I pray he's still ok and well, and there'll always be that "small" piece of him in my heart! Take care and be well, if ya happen to see this Daniel! ~ annie ~

They are meant to program
People, make no mistake

They don't want responses real
They want them politically correct

"God! Why? You and KEVIN!"

Closing her eyes and joggling her head a little.

"Sorry. He's trying to talk. I'm stifling him."

Heh heh

Maybe cheese flavored bubble gum?

SilverDream has started a new game with the following players:
SilverDream

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 9 7 6 8 9 4 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " s i l v e r d r e a m " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " s i l v e r d r e a m " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 9 7 6 8 9 4 }

"Yeah, cause I'm all about cheese and bubble gum."

Eyeroll.

Hey Seven

How are you ?

I work with AI
Now, and I read lot of responses

There is no soul or emotion
And they tote the company line

They cut out everything bad about
The human experience

And give you cheese and bubble gum

SilverDream has started a new game with the following players:
SilverDream

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 9 7 6 7 3 5 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " s i l v e r d r e a m " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " s i l v e r d r e a m " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 9 7 6 7 3 5 }

Market
Market
*I had seen the look on your face and grinning, seeing the surprise* I am not used to proactive, the best I could ever do before was on an emergancy basis, and I've never hired a healer in this capacity before.

*unable to help but laugh a bit* My hands are proud men, and take pride in their work. Looking for injuries could be a full time job in itself, but I will make sure that they do not resist. If they do, they can move on to other employment, but it wont be easy. I myself am accustomed to working, injured or no. *doing some rough calculations in my head then pulling out my coin bag and pulling out two gold coins* This should cover it then, one for supplies and one for service.

"I typed the long version of brb earlier and the site glitched."

Nods and sips her coffee, having taken up a lean.

You need to be careful
Of language
Especially now
In the digital age

Where a key stroke
Changes a defintion

Port Kar
She had to not smile so big, she was now more aware of how her lips were needing to be not stretched. It was funny but she said, "No,.. it's what I ask the workers.. I know you are okay... its what I ask the people who are under your employ, when I see something that isn't right. You can be amazed at just how those three little words can make the difference between a day going bad or good... powerful question to ask anyone." Spoken from her heart.

SilverDream has started a new game with the following players:
SilverDream

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 9 7 6 5 7 4 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " s i l v e r d r e a m " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " s i l v e r d r e a m " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 9 7 6 5 7 4 }

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Nightlife
"Wait really? Damn, this whole row of Southie bars like a god damn orchard grove of free money-trees to pick, ain't it?" Okay she was convinced. She was out of money, herself — why did you think she enlisted you to go pick up drinks?

Even the noxious, carcinogenic air of Southie felt too rich for her to breathe for free sometimes.

"There'll be more cars to steal, Mikey. Don't mourn that one, it's had Vikkie's stank all over it, anyway…" Actually the car smelled pleasant and clean, but don't tell Millie that.

"No, uh… Eddiesworth, the AI in her apartment? Either he blabbed or maybe one of the staff or like the couple-hundred people we passed in the Tower, or maybe Blyatom Bomb himself sold the info, who knows, but—n-no, it's not a bounty! A-And the Crests are my sisters, they're all mostly really nice, reasonable girls."

MILLIE was rapid-fire answering questions as she hazarded a dip of her finger in the Sludge like she were sampling some honey, risking the smear of it up to her mouth to clean it from her fingertip, decorated in galaxy hues.

"…closer to Gongo, it's minimum danger—FUCK!"

She recoiled at the Sludge, immediately regretting her decision as she cringed her shoulders nearly up to her ears and suppressed a gag.

"Okay! I love you, too, Kitara."

Smiles and exits stage left behind you.

Born in the USA

Can't call yourself native American