Session 95.5

Ghostwish has connected.

Dr. Hatari has connected.

Liatai:Lessee, lessee...

Liatai:There's a Tom...


 * Dr. Hatari makes Heavy chewing sounds.

Liatai:There's a grump...

Liatai:There's a cat...

Dr. Hatari:Marked GM-invisible?

Liatai:There's a yuan-ti -- huh, no, they seem player-visible. Can you see Tom? :.

Dr. Hatari:I can see only Tom.

Dr. Hatari:Oh nevermind.

Dr. Hatari:I just had to zoom out a little more.

Liatai::B

Dr. Hatari:My init windows were over them.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'Dorf Aias:SUDDENLY-

LiNeer:A perfect ambush spot! &gt;.3


 * Ghostwish eats a brick.

Thomas Lazarus:FFFFFFFFFFF &gt;:O

LiNeer:<font color="#000000">Nobody expects an attack from behind the init window!


 * Dr. Hatari finishes horrible heartburn pseudo-breakfast.

GM:<font color="#000000">And here's a grumpy squiggly.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Alrighty.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">What's wrong? D:

GM:<font color="#000000">Nothing, I'm just getting in-character. Grump grump grump. *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">X3

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Pssst. Just yell ZAIZAI.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen.


 * Zairith points at Ghostwish. &quot;Wrack.&quot; :|

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">OW MY SPLEEN


 * Dr. Hatari has playlists going and a tremendously loose gameplan to shoot for, so prepare for hijinks and what's.

GM:<font color="#000000">Always prepared for hijinks! And my token library is at the ready. *salute* o7

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">We have two timeskipped over days to work with after the blizzard, so that's as good a time as any to look back on.

GM:<font color="#000000">Damarron 21st would be the best day to shoot for, since the 20th was the blizzard and the party left fairly early on the 22nd.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">sound's off. Steam or skype me if ya need sumthin. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Alright. Thanks again.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Very well. Well, then..

GM:<font color="#000000">The morning dawns slightly cloudy, with a faint sprinkle of snowflakes still drifting down from the sky. The whole town looks like it's made out of marshmallows; &#171; &#160;1d3 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; feet of snow has been dumped on the city.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Early on the morning after the blizzard and his first exercise of real fate-twisting divine power, Tom wakes sooner than usual. Early even for Tom.

GM:<font color="#000000">Or, well, one foot. Depends on how many feet we're talking and who the feet belong to. It's more than one foot for a halffling. *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Who's doing the weather reports around here, Sam? *hoof'd*


 * Thomas Lazarus lingers in his room for a while, feeling a bit self-conscious and burdened with a myriad of thoughts from yesterday, days to come, and problems that have been dogging him for over a month.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom prays in his quarters again, due to the snowed-over rooftop. A balcony wouldn't be so bad.. but.. well. He's not about to go through the trouble for a second one of those just right now.


 * Thomas Lazarus gets bundled up and departs the HQ a few hours later. He investigates the streets! Are businesses opening as usual?

GM:<font color="#000000">Well, yes and no. Yes, in that businesses are opening. No, in that before opening, there's a massive shovelling of snow in front of each business. The mages have it fairly easy; it's a display of practical spellcraft, seeing floating piles of snow supported by mage hands and floating discs, a few small fire elementals flitting about, and even a few animated shovels -- or perhaps they're just being held by unseen servants.


 * Thomas Lazarus just smiles faintly and goes about his business.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Luckily, he has time today. So, it's time to find something he's never looked for in Castleton before...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">A tea shop!


 * Thomas Lazarus takes 20 on.. s..something! Gather info or search or whatever. :O *bricked*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Don't worry GM I don't need a shop owner. Or it could just be mink. It's whatever. =w=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">How did you know -- *brick'd* :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, I have the perfect token in mind for this -- where is it --&quot; *message pops up*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">X3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well, I don't mean to rob you of an opportunity to vindicate your unhealthy token hoarding, but... :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas just has a quick purchase in mind. Not being a tea drinker, he takes a quick look around.

GM:<font color="#000000">Tom eventually manages to find a tea shop -- after a few stops in random inns and bakeries and such.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, good. He sets to browsing right away. He knows what he's after! ... Well actually no, he doesn't. &quot;Peppermint, spearamint, double-mint.. crap I never asked what kind of mint it was.. =3=;;&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Do you have any recommendations?&quot; =3= *bricked*


 * Dr. Hatari feels as though this is a prime opportunity for Liatai to cameo herself into the game Quentin Tarantino style. :B *bricked*

GM:<font color="#000000">The shopkeeper is more than happy to recommend any mint teas; a Knowledge (nature) check might reveal why, given that mint grows like gangbusters. :B Mints of common varieties are very cheap, about 3 CP per ounce.


 * Liatai was scrambling to find the AEG. =3=;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I was wondering what nerdly persuit was the holdup. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Knowledge: Nature &#171; &#160;1d20-1 = 12 - 1 = 11&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom is a city-boy raised in a mansion. He never stood a chance against that knowledge.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He lays down a silver for three ounces of tea, and bows. &quot;Thank you for the advice.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus absconds before he can be given pesky pennies as change.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">To the ZLR residence!

GM:<font color="#000000">There's one of those floating shovels outside the house, clearing a path.


 * Thomas Lazarus steps around the shovel generously before knocking. He decides to announce himself with a friendly, &quot;Good morning~&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The unseen servant appreciates it.

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">The door opens after a little while; the house is warm and smells like baking bread. &quot;-- Thomasss! Good morning!&quot; :3 &quot;Come in -- Oh, ssshut the door behind you -- sssss! It'ssss cold out there. &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes!&quot; He's in a pretty good mood, or just likes tromping through the snow. Bundled up in scarf and flurried-on, he looks almost like a gigantic kid.


 * Thomas Lazarus steps in and tap-kicks his boots on the entrance before closing the door behind him. &quot;I hope I didn't wake you. I just wanted to escape the HQ early before people got all curious and nosey.&quot; |3


 * Thomas Lazarus presents his gift. &quot;And I brought some tea leaves!&quot;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sss, no, not at all -- ohh! Thank you! The kettle'ssss hot if you have time to ssstay.&quot; :3


 * Thomas Lazarus still doesn't know what gangbusters are, but whatever. &gt;:9 *bricked*


 * Thomas Lazarus nods.


 * LiNeer is curled up right beside the stove, in a cat-loaf. Not. Leaving. The warm spot. .|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't drink tea all that often -- I'm sure I've never even had mint tea. But it seemed like something you and Zairith might appreciate.&quot; :3


 * Thomas Lazarus removes his overcoat and folds it over a fore-arm. &quot;Speaking of which, is he up..?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I had rather hoped to see him today.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus seems utterly oblivious to the cold weather. A wintery person!


 * Thomas Lazarus is just weird for a Pelorite.


 * Lethiriss hiss-chuckles, pouring a teapot. &quot;Ss, yesss. He'sss in the sssstudy, working on a ssscroll. I'll fetch him, sssit, sssit, make yourssself comfortable. I wasss jussst making sssomething for the Guardiansss.&quot; :3 &quot;You're leaving town tomorrow, yesss?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes, we are..&quot; He looks down. &quot;..actually..&quot; He watches the floor and grows faintly anxious.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Would it be alright, perhaps, for me to visit him?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Brb 1 shake. ))

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">She head-tilts, but nods. &quot;... I sssuppossse ssso. Let me jussst go in firssst, to make sssure it'sss a sssafe time to interrupt.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He smiles and bows his head. &quot;Thank you very much.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's rainining..


 * Dr. Hatari can has creepin' cat. :B

LiNeer:<font color="#000000">The cat slowly uncurls as Lethiriss leaves the room, looking left, then right furtively. She slinks closer, still looking around.

LiNeer:<font color="#000000">#_&gt;


 * Thomas Lazarus glances down. :.


 * Thomas Lazarus stoops slowly. &quot; Hi Linee~eer~ &quot; :D

LiNeer:<font color="#000000">... clunk. That's the sound of a cat headbutting a templar's greaves, and -- was that a nuzzle?


 * Thomas Lazarus seems totally delighted, and gives her a few neck-strokes. ^_^

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#FF0000">I wonder what this does to the Wizard....... &gt;.&gt;; *bricked*


 * LiNeer allows this... before retreating and washing her paws nonchalantly by the stove. Nobody saw that. .|


 * Thomas Lazarus allows the retreat. |3


 * LiNeer returns to loaf-cat position as Lethiriss re-enters the room. &quot;Thomasss? He sssaysss you can come in.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus springs up. &quot;Thank you.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Please excuse me.&quot; The comparatively big inquisitor sneaks by into the study.


 * Lethiriss says nothing. But she knows. She knows what just happened, cat. |3~

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">XD

LiNeer:<font color="#000000">Traitorous snake, you know nothing. &gt;.E

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Good morning~&quot; As Tom steps cautiously into the study. The DROW WIZARD'S STUDY. He can hear mental echoes of Miron's complaining. =w=;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oops *puts on Tomface*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Good morning~&quot; As Tom steps cautiously into the study. The DROW WIZARD'S STUDY. He can hear mental echoes of Miron's complaining. =w=;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">The room is as covered in books as it always is, and very dim until a quiet *snap* is heard in the darkness and an unlit candle begins to shed comfortable light for human eyes to see by. &quot;Thomas.&quot; The wizard nods, setting aside a half-finished scroll. &quot;Lethiriss says you wished to speak with me?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus offers a nervous smile. &quot;That's right. I hope I haven't disturbed anything pressing..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It was just a trifling personal matter, really.&quot;


 * Lethiriss bustles in quietly with a chair, then out, then back in with two cups of tea, then out again. ^^

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I just thought, maybe.. I could use some guidance. And..&quot; He assumes a serious contemplative stance. Frown, closed eyes, chin cradled.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He sits down without breaking this pose at all.


 * Zairith nods gratefully to Lethiriss as she leaves, listening.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..My most trusted confidant and close friend..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..It's definitely you.&quot; Nod.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... I need a moment to think of how to describe Zairith's expression. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I figured. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">This should not be so amusing already

Zairith:<font color="#000000">Well, there's definitely a raised eyebrow. And you've clearly caught him off-guard. He looks halfway between denying such an association, saying a polite 'thank you,' and asking Thomas if he's gone insane.


 * Thomas Lazarus laughs a bit nervously. |D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well, just kidding, just kidding. A little.. although I do trust you quite a lot and count you as a good friend. But, the real reason was..&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus rubs his chin some more and looks away slightly. &quot; Ah.. how can I say..&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">The tension breaks a little, and Zairith rubs the bridge of his nose with a muttered &quot; ... (humans,) &quot; in Elven. &quot;... Take your time.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus looks back. &quot;You're the smartest person I know.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Not to mention, you're the only person around I know in a successful relationship.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; That isn't totally weird or revolves around sex.&quot; =3=

Zairith:<font color="#000000">After a pause, &quot;... unusual that you do not consider a relationship between a yuan-ti and a drow 'totally weird,' but continue.&quot;


 * Dr. Hatari figured in advance this mini would be testing Z-muse to unprecedented limits. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Suddenly, a book flies in through the window. It's the karma sutra for yuan-ti. *BRICK'D*

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">Ssssilly sssspecter. That'ssss under the bed. ^^ *book'd*

Zairith:<font color="#000000">Pay no attention to the peanut gallery. :| 


 * Thomas Lazarus smiles and wafts a palm dismissingly, &quot;Well, no, it's not, really. I don't think so anyways. You two make a good match for each other.&quot; ^^


 * Thomas Lazarus leans on his elbows and grows a bit tenser as he approaches the subject. &quot;..Well..&quot; He sighs. &quot;.. The fact is.. I'm just a bit.. ... .. I don't know. &quot; He begins looking more and more flustered.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Trapped.. maybe. I.. don't know what I should do with this.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Making tea, continue. :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm.. in love with someone that I consider a good friend. A really great friend. It's.. well..&quot; He grows progressively redder and shrinks slightly, but stammers on. &quot;..I'm just afraid of what I might destroy if I do something. Say anything.&quot;


 * Dr. Hatari is getting IRC pings, don't mind added delays. =w=;


 * Dr. Hatari returns from distractions.


 * Thomas Lazarus holds his forehead. &quot;..But.. I don't.. know.. if that's what I should do, either.. saying nothing, forever.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs heavily. &quot;I thought I knew what to do. It seemed really logical. But.. ... ..I don't know.&quot; He bobs his feet briefly. &quot;..If something happened.. would I regret it forever..?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; ... I don't really have any experience with this kind of thing.&quot; He hangs his head.


 * Dr. Hatari re-iterates; he figured Z-muse would be pushed to its limits from this one. :B *bricked*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... and knowing what I do about the ZL relationship, I find it hilarious that Tom is asking the member of the pair who had to be pushed into starting anything by multiple sources. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I'm laughing with you. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Laughing makes it really hard to write for Zairith! XD *brick'd*


 * Zairith is silent for quite a while, poker-faced, but considering. &quot;... Respectfully, Thomas, I doubt that I am the best reference for an affair of human romance...&quot; He seems to be considering his words carefully. &quot;Your race's concepts of love are... frankly, quite alien, and I sincerely doubt that advice based in drow culture would be sage or applicable.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus flinches.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;O-oh..&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">Was there a hint of a wry smile at the end of that statement? .. Maybe. &quot;... Is this someone you would be in close contact with due to your profession? Does this individual hold any power over you or your position?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus watches various corners, seemingly at some crossroads between forlorn and mortified. &quot;.. Well.. it's a Guardian.. so.. uh.. y-yes and no, I guess.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">-- oh gods hang on a minute. XD *tea*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">What an amusing reaction. :B


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs again and slumps. He practically whispers, &quot; It's complicated.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">Well, there goes the power dynamics angle, what else can I work with. Hmm. &quot;... yes, indeed, such matters often are.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's why..&quot; He rubs the back of his neck. &quot;..I didn't want to bring it up with anybody.. around there..&quot; =///= &quot; ..I don't even know what answers I'm looking for. Maybe I just wanted to talk to someone I knew I could completely trust.&quot;


 * Dr. Hatari is being pestered by RL questions again. &gt;:O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Zairith? HELP ME ZAI~RITH D: *bobbles -- BRICK'D*


 * Zairith rubs the bridge of his nose again, hiding a faintly amused smirk. &quot; (Webs above, do you need protection...) &quot; He looks up at Thomas. &quot;... Well, I value the fact that you trust me with such counsel. ... If I may offer a suggestion... Have you queried Lethiriss about this matter? She is closer to human culture than I, and far more acquainted with romantic matters.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You're bailing out?! &gt;:O *brick'd again!!*


 * Thomas Lazarus raps his fingertips together. &quot;..No..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; C-can I? Should I? ..We barely know each other..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The irony is not lost on the player, atleast. :B

Zairith:<font color="#000000">I don't want to offer you bad advice, wise is the person who utilizes all available resources -- plus I'm a tsundere LETHIRISS HELP. {:|

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">XD

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">Oh, toughen up a little and help the poor boy, you'll do fine~

Zairith:<font color="#000000">Lethiriss! DX

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">But that's exactly what I need D:

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Wait what does that mean again &gt;.&gt;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#FF0000">You're a tidal wave..? =3=c

Zairith:<font color="#000000">*facepalm, blushing* -- BACK ON THE PROPER SIDE OF THE FOURTH WALL. EVERYONE. &gt;:|

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">Tssssun tssssun~

Zairith:<font color="#000000">YOU TOO. &gt;:|


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs a bit miserably. &quot; I don't even know who to ask.. I'm sorry. I just thought.. I don't know.&quot; He glances towards a book case.

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you feel comfortable doing so, you have my permission if you feel you need it. ... However... &quot; Zairith falls into thought.


 * Thomas Lazarus partially hides his face through a fence of fingers. &quot; I.. I've just been trying to make sense of the idea for weeks and weeks, now. I thought I knew what I wanted to do. But I'm not sure anymore.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">But that won't be nearly as hilarious as dumping my problems on you! Our ratings! D: *TRIPLE BRICK'D*

LiNeer:<font color="#000000">The door creaks open, and a cat wanders in before climbing up onto Zairith's lap. She gets scritchings while Zairith considers.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; Tom ventures a peer back at the door.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Spy-check!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 10 + 5 = 15&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Listen: &#171;  &#160;1d20+5 = 11 + 5 = 16&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">No spies, Lethiriss is quite easy to spot and hear near the stove, humming as she checks something in the oven.


 * Thomas Lazarus actually seems to relax a little. He seems faintly amazed.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">So unlike all my friends and family. Such a good girl.. T_T

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Aside from the shared adventuring group and friendship, are there any other factors adding to your unease?&quot;


 * Ghostwish peeks in.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Nah, no trolling needed here. Madness levels are spiking.


 * Ghostwish ducks out. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">XP

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">OH BUTTS I -- oh.


 * Thomas Lazarus looks back and flounders. His expression practically quivers as he looks like he could die of embarassment. A silent syllable gets hung upon. &quot;...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus clamps his mouth after a moment and looks sadly at the floor. &quot;..I'm.. pretty sure.. it can't ever go anywhere.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why not?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus frowns and shrinks slightly further. &quot; ..Because.. I'm.. pretty sure.. he's straight.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;... ah, yes, that's right, humans have trepidation regarding sexual gender preference.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus quails a bit. &quot;Ahhh..&quot; Dd &quot;..I don't..&quot; He whines quietly and rubs his forehead.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;.. This is new to me.. I've never felt that way before.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Dd* Dx

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;No need to quail about it, Thomas. It's one of those idiosyncracies that makes human culture such an intriguing, baffling maze.&quot; Zairith seems amused.


 * Thomas Lazarus taps his fingers together, practically steaming. &quot;I mean.. I guess that's..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I've always been okay with that, but I've never felt.. inclined.. until..&quot; Dx Dx

LiNeer:<font color="#000000">You all are making it too complicated. Is one of the partners in heat? Screw 'em and be done with it already! &gt;.\


 * Zairith bops LiNeer's head with two fingers while still thinking.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I ALREADY TURNED THAT ADVICE DOWN FROM SHANKFANG, QUIET YOU. &gt;:O *bricked!*


 * Thomas Lazarus cradles his head in two hands and sighs haggardly. &quot;That's why.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's why it's so terrifying for me..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..What if I say something.. what if I do something, and shatter what I've got? What if I ruin an incredible, great friendship with someone amazing? What if he looks back on everything in a new light, and it's all.. different.. and weird, now that he knows.. what if..&quot; He droops. &quot; What ifs..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; ..He would say he's fine with it. Don't worry about it. Laugh it off. But he would say that no matter what. That's just how he is.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;He wouldn't want to hurt my feelings. But I still might end up making everything weird -- and it's no good either way, right -- but what if I never get the chance -- will I regret it? What should I do..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Forlorn Tom sulks.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Yeah Zairith what if? &gt;83

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">NOT NOW YOU!! &gt;:O

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'Tasher:<font color="#9933FF">Poor thomas. Tasher only has eyes for Eisen.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">:B

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yet, if you do nothing, the friendship will begin to dwindle due to the tension on your part. You would begin to avoid contact, avoid anything that may be construed as intimate. It would be 'weird' in either case.&quot; Zairith scritches LiNeer to pacify her after the head-bonking. &quot;... The best advice I can give you is not to force anything. Take your time. Should the moment seem right, act.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus seems to consider that very carefully. Or, presumably he is. It isn't easy to read someone in such a position.

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;If the other person would, as you said, be fine with it, and you can protect each other from those who would wish ill upon such a pairing, then it scarcely matters what anyone else would think.&quot; The wizard has a faraway look for a moment. &quot;... A platonic relationship has its merits, as well, if you are leery of the physical intimacy aspect. One aspect of human courtship that so alien to the drow, yet has surprising merit, is your notion that emotional intimacy ideally precedes any physical intimacy.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">*that is so alien to the drow


 * Thomas Lazarus flinches a little more. &gt;///&gt;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">GM, I'm trying to be serious, stop this grammatical tomfoolery. &gt;:|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I'm trying to be serious too, it's not me-foolery D: *FIFTH BRICK*

GM:<font color="#000000">Well excuuuuuuuse me, prince-- *lightning'd*

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'John Doe:<font color="#9933FF">HI GUYS WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE OH GOD THE BRICKS

GM:<font color="#000000">BRICKALANCHE. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.


 * Thomas Lazarus seems a little too paralyzed with embarassment to reply to that part. &quot;...&quot; If it weren't your problem right now, it would probably be adorable. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;........&quot; @///@


 * Zairith seems totally nonplussed. Tea-sip. &quot;... to say nothing of the idealized monogamy, however, we appear to be getting off track slightly with that.&quot; Oh, drow.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">The rubber band is on the other claw now!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">BRB, letting the dog out. x3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well, as cute and entertaining as the mini is, and as much more as I could milk out of the scene, I should've gone to bed over an hour ago. So~oo~


 * Thomas Lazarus finally closes his mouth, which was slightly ajar for the most awkwardly long moment. &quot;..Ah..&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus clears his throat!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well I'll (trail off ) and meditate on it all some more and..&quot; =///=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Well..&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus looks at his hands. &quot;... Thanks, Zairith. I don't think there's a better answer than the one you gave me.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And thanks for listening to me make a complete fool of myself.. and putting up with a hopeless person like me.. so early..&quot; =w=;;;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; I got you some tea it should be ready by now.&quot; =w=;;;;


 * Zairith looks over his teacup, to the teacup sitting beside Thomas on a small table, and then back at Thomas. &quot;I hardly think you hopeless, Thomas.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">There was such an urge at one point to have Tom respond, &quot;Well of course I trust you, silly, I'm the only one around who has your real identity would you like tea? ^^&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">But that wouldn't have been very Tommy. :B


 * Thomas Lazarus slowly double-takes at the tea. &quot;...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus offers a nervous laugh. ^^;;


 * Thomas Lazarus cautiously tries a sip.

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Take it slowly, and let things develop as they may. Attraction and romance are rarely logical. Attempting to think about it on such terms for too long cheapens it.&quot; Tea-sip. &quot;... If the moment seems right, act. That is the best advice I can give you. Delaying action for too long simply results in frustration, however, acting too soon also has its risks. All one can do is make an educated guess.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods a little. &quot;...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; M..maybe.. ... ..we'll see, I.. guess.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This is really good.&quot; &gt;.&gt;;;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh Tom.

Zairith:<font color="#000000">Flat look. &quot;You won't get anywhere by waffling. A relationship 'going somewhere' is a social construct. Protect each other well enough, and what happens between you is your business alone.&quot; :|

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">Knock knock. &quot;Exxxxxcusssse me... may I interrupt? Thomassss, I have a bassssket for the Guardianssss.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sinks a little with a sigh. &quot;.. Maybe it's.. better off going nowhere? It's pretty good like --&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">TEASPRAY. @///@

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh okay.&quot; He wipes his mouth.


 * Lethiriss covers her mouth with both hands. &quot;Ssssssorry, ssssssorry, sssss I'll clean that up.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Smoothness: 0/10

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">T_T


 * Thomas Lazarus offers a muffled chuckle behind his sleeve. &quot;Srry!&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Mmkay we should probably stop so you can go to bed. x3;;;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom sets his tea aside, accepts the goodies, and leaves the ZLR household to its morning with an anxious farewell wave.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">There we go.

GM:<font color="#000000">Well! THAT was entertaining. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well. That was the idea for Zairith that cracked me up at work. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The dog and cat were staring at me for the past two hours like &quot;WTF is your problem, human?&quot; X3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">If you're curious, this has actually been a bullet point in Tom's character since the party finished Osyluth.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">.... wow. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Teehee. |D

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So, yes, that should give you an amusing second perspective on a lot of events and conversations that've passed, now, hmm~?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mmhmm. XD


 * Liatai will have to log review. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Glad to be of entertainment value. 83

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And now I should totally crash, yes.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... it was terribly amusing trying to look at a Tom relationship from a drowish perspective. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I love how Zairith worked out to be Tom's logical choice

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Yet also the most illogical choice for advice ever. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&quot;You don't even have politics to worry about -- or at least, a maximum of three different groups. What's your problem? :/ &quot; *brick'd*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&quot;Humans are strange.&quot; :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay, sleep time is a go. x3 And I should be headed to the clinic.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Indeed. Feel free to share with tech; I believe he asked for a log. I shouldn't tarry any more, though.. I'll get another six hour sleep night, after a six hour sleep night, after a three hour sleep night... =w=;;;;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Pleasant dreams. :3


 * Dr. Hatari has a problem. =3= *bricked*

<font color="#0000ff">Dr. Hatari is disconnected.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Thanks, Ghost. :3

You have disconnected.