Oh?

Had an upgrade ?

Port Kar
She was surprised, and it really didn't take much to surprise her. "That is a lot to give.." she said and would of course keep a detailed ledger for him to provide proof of honorable services where she would not take advantage of it. The coins were lifted and they had weight. It had been a while since she saw such coinage. Of course she would need to break these down to more spendable currency because not a lot of merchants had the means to make change for this. Pulling up her satchel that was on the ground at her feet, she rummages and pulls out a little book and a pencil where she was making a note of this and by whom, when and where. If anything she was good with this sort of thing.. "Well, alright then, I suppose Mr. Stalker, I am at your employ and tomorrow, we'll connect and you can show me your work area and make introductions as needed. Was there anything else?" It wasn't that she was concluding their meeting but wanted to make sure there wasn't anything else on his mind he wished to convey to her.

Another shifting of...everything...and she was back to her 'normal' state.

"This isn't what I looked like when Aezera programmed me, you know."

Nightlife
"Ssthink you two smell alike, anyway."

His words a mumble as that Sludge was Hitting-Hitting. He follows your small hand gestures, the gentle gesticulations jockeying jostled gems of pointed, precise postulations on your sorority of spiffing sisters.

"Mmmmmmso We're fine, then? Just some haughty bitches lookin' for us? I'll handle a Estrogen-Emblazoned MILLIE Enemy. No sweat. None sweat."

Whoooo, BOY that sludge is premiere swill. You recoil at it, and he grins a bit.

"Hey Mem. Mem. Em. I ever tell you you're cute?"

He goes to swing to a stand with enough force the chain that hung to his bare chest under his jacket left the sweaty viscosity of his skin to flip upward before laying flat again, links adjusting to lay flat against the sun-kissed skin and blooming under-skin flower of rushing blood to the rough outline of someone's forearm.

"J'ou gotta get me home, I'm feel—Sludge straight coatin my throat, Choom."

You ok ?

"Yeeeeah, cause I'm all about being politically correct. About everything. Come on, kid. Let's get you home to your parents."

She had shifted forms. This one had an arm cannon instead of a right hand. She sipped her coffee.

"Knight to Queen's Bishop. Checkmate."

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