Does her almost nightly drop in.

keeps an eye out for more directors and producers sense I missed the last one

Piffle, 60 is the new 40 (even if it feels like 80!).

happy Birthday BI!

(step)mom?

Tiptoes in and gives you a nice, juicy wet willy then darts back out

NCPD

ellspeth, very sorry to hear you are sick, but happy to hear of all the ways you are living well in spite of it. Hugs and kisses right back at you, and adding my prayers to the pool of them in this post.

takes my drink and looks around the bar

steps up to the bartender and orders a drink

NCPD
NCPD
Felix's mouth hung open wide, as the tendril that entered into Porter's nose is drawn back out, pulling a mess of wires, presumably from a chipset set deep within his hippocampus by NCPD Ripperdocs.

The body of Porter collapses as the Brain was no longer sending signals to stand, or of any other kind. The nose bleed gushing out of his nostril had flakes of bone and brainmatter like melting icecubes, dribbling over his lip.

"What the fu—" McTarnahan's hands were fumbling for his service weapon, his directive to call the station after his expletive were cut off by the flutter of the coat on Felix. His right hand shot upward, palm facing out, the skin from fingertip to wrist flayed open as artery and tendon are launched in a swirling spear, interlaced with wiring and electronics. Catching him in the throat, splattering blood from his own healthy vitae to spill in a high pressured arc across the open-air cart-pod.

The smell now was oppressive, billowing out from the clothing, the open wounds, and the now sloughing skin from Felix, as his head turns to look at you, one jaundiced eyeball focusing. Mouth Slack, hanging open.

Vocal chords strummed like guitar strings, a discord of noise, bent by modulation and will into words.

"𝔗𝔞𝔴𝔫𝔞. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔬k𝔦𝔫𝔤."

And the body horror that was just a sickly-looking man begins to advance on you, chrome shining beneath the putrid skin missing in slivers and chunks.

The effort was made, but nothing was posted.

laughing

NCPD
Felix's mouth hung open wide, as the tendril that entered into Porter's nose is drawn back out, pulling a mess of wires, presumably from a chipset set deep within his hippocampus by NCPD Ripperdocs.

The body of Porter collapses as the Brain was no longer sending signals to stand, or of any other kind. The nose bleed gushing out of his nostril had flakes of bone and brainmatter like melting icecubes, dribbling over his lip.

"What the fu—" McTarnahan's hands were fumbling for his service weapon, his directive to call the station after his expletive were cut off by the flutter of the coat on Felix. His right hand shot upward, palm facing out, the skin from fingertip to wrist flayed open as artery and tendon are launched in a swirling spear, interlaced with wiring and electronics. Catching him in the throat, splattering blood from his own healthy vitae to spill in a high pressured arc across the open-air cart-pod.

The smell now was oppressive, billowing out from the clothing, the open words, and the now sloughing skin from Felix, as his head turns to look at you, one jaundiced eyeball focusing. Mouth Slack, hanging open.

Vocal chords strummed like guitar strings, a discord of noise, bent by modulation and will into words.

"𝔗𝔞𝔴𝔫𝔞. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔬k𝔦𝔫𝔤."

And the body horror that was just a sickly-looking man begins to advance on you, chrome shining beneath the putrid skin missing in slivers and chunks.

Cracks up

"Well naturally it counts.
The effort was made"

sneaking into the house, a little drunk

I've been opening rooms, typing. Deleting. Retyping. Deleting again. I've been trying.
So if that counts as play, then yes?

Smirking.

looking in

Chuckles

"You been gettin' in any play yourself?"

Happy Birthday to you Pan - you make Me smile and often !!
I hope your day has been wonderful *stands on tip toe and kisses
you on the cheek*

makes her way back into the bar

Wishing a very Happy Milestone Birthday !!!!