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 Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:18 pm
*Tavin sat up, his eyes flashing in anger*
I DON'T KNOW, CORA! I'm not privy to his every whim and desire! Also, interrogating me like this isn't HELPING. I need to calm down and THINK, Cora. Not play games of twenty questions about things I DON'T KNOW.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:25 pm
:::But she didn't skip a beat in yelling back, as she may have not long ago:::
FINE!! I'll just go back to my room! And keep being USELESS, for the rest of my LIFE. I'm NOT helping, and I'm NOT contributing to any way of life, and I can't do ANYTHING. ANYTHING!!
:::Then she turns and walks out of there so fast, and so hard, that a couple strings of beeds snap off, getting caught on her as she storms away:::
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2005 8:31 pm
*Exhausted, Tavin falls asleep*
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 2:22 pm
**Enter Luke from Main Room**
*Luke ambles in, smiling serenely at the wonderful room. He goes to the fridge. He takes out a slice of Mushroom Pizza and chomps into it.*
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 2:25 pm
**Enter Melliandra from Main, 803**
*Mell pushes the beads aside, then stands at the entrance, turning her head to take in the room.* Iiiiiinteresting .... *she sips her wine, then rubs her chin thoughtfully, deliberating* So many curious new objects . . . but which to dismantle, first?
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 2:35 pm
*Luke finishes one piece and grabs another. He closes the fridge.*
*He feels so much better having food in his system...*
What? Why would you want to dismantle anything?
*has a thought and smirks* It's just gonna be put back together anyway the next time you come in here.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 2:42 pm
Most likely. *Mell agrees* All the more reason to try taking it apart! I don't get many opportunities to investigate things from the future, you know. *she clucks her tongue and mutters to herself* Pity I've only got basics to work with, here. . .
*she sips her wine again, then sets the glass down, and crouches next to one of the beanbag chairs. She pokes it, curious, then unsheathes her sword, ready to cut it open and see what's inside*
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 2:44 pm
O_O
*Was the b***h ******** stoned?*
*What the...* Are you on crack? What're you doin?
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 2:49 pm
Investigating, darling, weren't you listening? *She stabs right through the material, then sets her sword down and pulls the tear open further with her hands. She reaches in a pulls out a handful of the plastic 'beans'* How utterly bizarre ...
*She glances back to Luke.* Are these things all from your time?
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 2:54 pm
*Luke takes it back. Whoever gave this b***h a SWORD was ******** stoned. He watches as she tears the bean bag a new one.*
Uh... *He looks around the room, noticing for the first time that.* Yeah. They are.
*Luke watches her uncertainly.*
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 2:58 pm
*Melli empties her handful of plastic beans back into the bag, retrieves her sword and rises, grinning at the look on his face* Fascinating, the way things in the future are made. *she swings her sword idly* I wonder . . . are people from the future made up differently inside, too . .. ?
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 3:05 pm
*Luke's eyes go wide. Was she serious? He remembers Cora saying that she liked to kill people. Apparently, Cora wasn't joking. That might explain why she warned him so many times. That might explain why Cora wanted to keep this b***h away from him. Awesome.*
*Luke tries to stay cool. She's just a chick.* No.... No, we're uh pretty much the same ...
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 3:09 pm
Are you sure? *Mell takes a step closer, conversing amiably* Have you ever seen the inner workings of a 15th century man? Really, perhaps I should do a comparison. I'm a firm believer in expanding my intellectual horizons, you know.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 3:17 pm
*Luke's sizing her up. Yeah. But she's a psycho chick. And Luke's SEEN those bitches at work.*
*Luke smirks. He's not gonna let this one rile him up. He sets back on his feet, non-chalant.* What? Am I supposed to be afraid of you?
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 3:20 pm
*Mell chuckles.* Perhaps you should be. But it seems you have more ego than sense. *she twirls her sword around her wrist and then sheathes it again, all in one smooth motion* Or perhaps just a better sense of humor than your lieutenant friend.
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