Confused

Imregnated

"Yep." Said before you can get to the comma on that statement. He laughs, tongue between his teeth as you call him out. Some are true, some not. Who's to say? Dorian doesn't care enough to keep a mental ledger of who considers him a boyfriend and who considers him a friend with multiple benefits.

"Oh, finally saved up for a good gaming PC?" The war has gone from the mind to words now. Dorian can speculate on why you owe money to Pleasantville Chamber of Commerce, but beneath it all...he doesn't care. He just wants to see you in a catsuit. Plus...you seemed like a good contact to have given their mutually illegal lines of work.

"Huh." The literal path is taken. His heart actually has to redirect bloodflow FROM his penis for the first time in...........this has never happened before. His heart actually had to bust out the Dorian User's Manual to find the dusty old switch for that. So he's very confused while you junk up his gun and hand him something worse than a pipe pistol.

"Well, maybe Ganon can give me a hummer. Take the edge off." Dorian gathers up the pile of polymer and metal and...puts the various parts in his pockets. Maybe he can throw the pieces at potential threats on the way home.

He smoothly slips up and off of the bed, grabbing his bag of goodies off the TV stand before giving you a long, curious look.

"I'll be in touch. You want to steal some shit, we'll steal some shit."

With that, he makes his way to the door...stopping about halfway, just past the Cuck Chair before turning back to you.

"For future reference..." Dorian sticks out his tongue at you. Then curls it. Forming a tight sheath in the middle before sucking it back into his mouth.

"Later..." No wink. Just a smirk. The door was opened and closed behind him. He's going to brave the urban wilds for a few, then drown his sorrows in some 7s and 8s at the redneck bar on the edge of town.

Thursday is Cougar Cowgirl Night. Yee Haw.

(l/p)

You got this!

You are going to be great!

Yes please

"You're a fuckin' liar," Holly didn't make it sound like an indictment or accusation, given that you wore it like a job title. "…ain't no girl tolerate this, erm…"

Searching for a word, some word, that you hadn't already used to describe yourself. "…misbehavior. No, you do this reckless shit, prowlin' Edgewater and confess your sins to random girls. A true Jesus of the dust, dustin' up your nostril… you probably…"

She was rambling, voice ethereal as she stared down her nose at you, less scary when you were lower than her. "…travel light as a feather. Spartan n' shit… Nah, actually I kinda do need the money. I picked up this entire block on layaway, I owe some of these quaint local supermarket-and-divebar billionaires."

When you sat up, her fingers drifted away and rested heavy against the warmed fabric where you used to be, blinking slow as she gradually lost track of time, the way the colors shifted beyond the covered window from amber sunset to faint neon fluorescence.

"Okay…" Like an idiot, she took you literally and started to pat around the bed for pieces of your Glock. The measure being that if they're too high to be trusted around it, they're also too high to properly re-assemble it. Where were a few of the pieces? She had some of them, sliding the bits together wrong like a particularly difficult Rubick's Cube.

"It's dangerous to go alone…" themeing with the night's many gaming references, she gave up and simply passed the disassembled pieces to you in a pile. "…take this."

Steps in and slowly looks about for Morgana ~
steps deeper in and smiles at the beauty of The
Broken Stake - requests a Angel's Envy neat -
and takes a seat at the bar

Wonderful space You have created here
A Darker Reality ~ very cozy and warm
*smiles* kinda like You no ??? *winks*

Downs the drink placed in front of Me and
goes to listen to the music offerings.

14.51 and needing coffee

Well for one, consoles are way cheaper. What, you wanna fight about it?

"Mmmmmnnnyeah, I can see it," she edged in the response as you started to profile your impression of the undercover type. What she was more concerned about were Confidential Informants, people like Tommy Three-Fingers who'd fallen down the order a bit after his run-in with Logan Braddock.

…or nap-in, in his case.

"I take it you don't drag much around, then. You plannin' to dip once you make this score, then?" just asking to ask, since she'd already crossed the threshold of 'asking too many questions'. "…guess you wouldn't tell me 'bout no wife or girlfriend who cashes your checks."

Oh, hey, she found a good button.
The glassy tips of her nails traced relatively chill lines compared to the heat basketed under the canopy of your hair, bit longer than short, tapered to a tip like they might cause damage if she slipped, but her idle stimming hadn't even registered in her upper cortex just yet.

"What, and that's gon' help you get your Mona Lisa or whateverthefuck?" she didn't sound all that perturbed by your reaction, like people on drugs weren't truly responsible for their behavior. She didn't volunteer to trip-sit you, you weren't exactly on psychedelics after all.

"Uh, like sixty mil…" to answer literally, like the puff from earlier blunted her ability to trace the subtext as she adjusted how she sat, up so she could cradle your head. To frame it, in that snarled sunburst pattern of your hair, to ground the way your eyes settled and crystallized your secret thoughts, make it just a little less scary. "I take the same dose you did I'm gonna bleed outta my brain, killer."

she takes another slow sip from her glass....
holding the stem for just a moment longer....
gazing into the dark liquid inside the glass....
swirling it around just a bit....

Out

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 5 9 2 6 2 9 3 " , " 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 5 9 2 6 2 9 3 }

Score: 8 points on Twos

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

Reloading dice from saved data.

Found data from roll: 3

[2,2,4,2,2]

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

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 5 9 2 6 1 1 0 " , " 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 5 9 2 6 1 1 0 }

.

I had understood that it would be a out of character type memorial....Though I completely agree if we are thinking in character. The characters fate needs to be left to those tied to it.

I think a out of character event is the only real way we could do it.

she gives Morgana a slow nod as she brings her what she had wished.....
her fingers taking a soft grip of the stem of the glass...
licking her lips slowly a moment before she takes a long slow sip....
letting the thick liquid move down her throat.....
the tip of her tongue touch just against the corner of her lips....
setting her glass back to the table.....

I've been peeking, hoping to find you.