Midway Night
You know me I am all about the fast and scary rides that give you that rush, but we can do the Ferris wheel first to let our food settle before we hit the coasters.
Our order was called and I stepped up to get our food and drink.
I let you guide us to a table where we took a seat and started eating, simply content to watch the people milling about for now.

The womans eyes widen at the comment that accompanied the newest attendees motion in her direction.

Hi baby

Hinbaby

Rehearsals
Holly had a weird relationship with compliments, like they were seen as shaping and manipulative at times. Whether you showered someone with compliments to reinforce desired behaviors in what might feel like an innocent, even wholesome and socially permissible application of compliments or they were used as lubrication for less comfortable contexts. Envelop a bitter pill around sugary words. ‘Compliment sandwich’ — a concept you hear in Management.

She mistrusted it, this idea that someone might just want her to feel good without some attached motive or plan or itinerary.

Maybe you were familiar with it, like a Trust Fund that only unlocked when you fulfilled the object of Get Married. A wealth of positive reinforcement upon submission towards a goal foisted upon you.

Holly was still, in spite of all this time together working towards art, of being your eager student in the performing arts, not too familiar with you. In spite of performing the role of yearning lover, in spite of simulating a sloppy consummation on a fake graveyard set, practicing that choreography.

Because her most authentic self dressed in barbs and razor blades to reflect her relationship with normality and the social contract, and you weren't ready for that. The authentic self of hers that would react to you reacting to her reacting to the word 'love', that you admitted to assuming while assuming on a different meta-layer, to then even offer alternative words or speculate about her feelings.

…no, Holly had to be personable. "Yeah, I guess not. Love just feels too weaponized, too ‘magical’ It feels loaded with expectations. Sorry, I don't mean to inject my philosophy into the conversation — I know we're just, like…"

She gestured vaguely into the shared space between them, looping motions with her arms and fingers. "…trying to gain more understanding… orwhatever…"

She had a card flipped out of her purse with a certain immediacy, like close-up magic: Lilly Thorpe, LPC/MHSP.

"Five stars, this one," she explained Lilly before answering the question about Dax. "Yeah, from back in his time in Chicago. She's Canadian, though."

Her eyes fell to your hand. The natural, involuntary sharpness of her ice-hued gaze, though, quickly softened as it wasn't you that she directed her frustration at. "I mean it's not for everyone, though. I think I've learned a lot, anyway… in like the last two years."

What else weighed on her? Well… she was hiding something much more profound, but something she knew was unfair to burden you with right now.

"M-Man, but I hate that we never resolve what happens with Alice's parents, you know? Like if I have one complaint about the story…"

Looks like I missed her again

Jaroslav Laska and Skyler Laska were spotted over at the Midway

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ejaculate

Respite Garden
`Stepping into the Dining room I continued my search for Raiders. Thinking perhaps I was late down- and all of them had gone to the Tavern. I sat in a chair near the the spectacular fireplace. I cannot even imagine when it needed lit in this climate.

Comes back in here.

you may see to the women and then return to Me when you are finished. I may need girtl's assistance with the girl sei

**In the storm , the Gally-ship 'The Vicky' is being tossed about..**

The screams of men can be heard around us and I abandon the crates as they slide just past you and CRASH against the side wall of the ship , losing most of the contents in the mess of waves rising deeper on the deck ..

I look at you when you scream , seeing the panic and terror in your eyes..

"What ?. Just hold on girl .. I won't let the Thassa have you !"

..Looking off to the side , I see a Raider sweeping by from a wave and I leave you and Dash to him causing the rope on your waist to hold me back and my muscles strain to get to him as I drag you , that length of rope between us, to get him , my foot seems to slip on something under the water , but I try anyway..

I make it and help him to a handhold , right before he sweeps off the ship ..

Its mostly my Raiders that I brought on board thats victim of the Waves and the Monster.. The Sailors are seemingly fine in this , knowing well to Hold on and one of them then shouts out.. "A Sea Tharlarion !" .. And they start to shoot bows and throw spears at it ..

Its then that I turn back to see it towering, its head tilt back as it gobbles down one of the men and I say ..

"By the Djinn .. What is That ?"

waves to Sandra1,,,,,,,,,,,

sits up and slowly wakes.....yawning and stretching

The liquid slid over her tongue and she swallowed as quickly as she could.
She felt it then .. that shiver - that tremble that passes like lightning across the sky when her taste buds alert the rest of her body of what they just endured.

Then she sighed .. opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue displaying that the wine had passed on into her body.

*Speaks to Him, but looks at Naomi, and then points at her*

Ohhh a redhead, the Ubar will be proud to have that one on His chain.

Well done Commander! *cackles softly*

Speed

Support myself. Yes commander, I think I have a way. Over the course of my travels I have learned many helpful skills. One of them was cutting and sewing leather and fabric. I will admit that my skills must not be nearly as honed as they women here....but If it were acceptable, I would offer my inventory. I have several sacks of fine beans for blackwine, as well as the carpets, pillows , furs and gems that I carried with me. One other thing...I offer this camp my coin as well that it be used to supply the camp and pay for my upkeep.

Free Studio
The Barman stan as I've been informed shouldered the door open, the scene that met their eyes was one of absolute carnage. Death was before them and nothing to be done but call the police and allow them to find out just what they could. It seemed that Alice had not found her friend, but something else entirely. Lisa had at that point not been seen.

She wasn't known by anyone. Infact Alice was only mildly known by anyone. A beautiful young life destroyed. next time on Whispers of the city we will be speaking with others, including the police who covered this first murder that we all thought started it all. Though before my tale is done we will find, it was absolutely not the beginning of the terror brought on by this mad man, that this killer had been evil from his start. We will hear from those of his childhood. We'll hear from those who knew the stories that possibly grew this monster, this lady killer.

Thank you for joining us Maryanne and thank you for sharing with us a bit of just who Alice was. Until next time this is Polly Walters and join me again for another look at the grip of the lady killer.

....and her theme music swam on to fill the room.....

hearing the voice of another woman and looks over

Tal Oyun )(, yes this one called sei was collar two nights ago and the riders brought in another one today. The chain is filling up