Vast Expectations (Part 1)
Log Info
- Title: Vast Expectations, part 1
- Emitter: Whirlpool
- Characters: Faranmidahn, Paenitia, Jinks, Razen, Edinaz
- Place: The Vast
- Time: Monday, January 10, 2022, 8:45 PM
- Summary:
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Appearing =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Faranmidahn 3'3" 35 Lb Halfling Female Albino Lucht woman. Knight of Spiders. So, SO Fluffy. Paenitia 3'0" 34 Lb Halfling Female A Lucht knight, dark skinned in bold feathery finery. Jinks 3'4" 39 Lb Gnome Male A gnomish fellow in fancy garb and jewelry. -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= As the GM =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Whirlpool Otyugh I am stinky!
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Airships! You're on one of two, actually, and you're headed towards the Vast. Griva Brassbringer has made a request and the Guild is doing its level best to do what she's asked.
The Seas of Sundered time are a location where the concept of time itself is ... porous and broken. Legends of gateways to other times, of people being thought lost for decades and reappearing, of famed battles pouring out onto its fields before vanishing, are common of this place. While few travel there for obvious reasons aside from the Phurai Dae peoples -- who you're on your way to meet.
Griva's sudden interest in time is probably not a surprise to at least some people present, but the Resurrectionist seems to think that there might be something amiss with and that a a study of the Sea, a place where time is already reportedly damaged, might give some information.
That's why Farland, her right-hand gnome, is accompanying you. The pleasently dressed gnome seems to be in a cheerful mood, enjoying the Airship's breeze as you come across the great grasslands of the Vast.
Razen has returned from his homeland looking a bit... bulkier. Taller. More muscular. He hasn't been in Alexandria in some time, but he's always willing to aid a quest. Even if that quest means going somewhere so obviously magical. A thing which he seems somewhat trepidioius about. Still the ourch stands ready, his hand not far from his weapons.
Emerging from belowdecks after seeing that a certain place in the hold is ready for her dear friend should the need arise, Sir Faranmidahn makes her way out to regard the wild expanses spreading out before them with a sort of wonder, a hand over her heart, even as the other clutches prudently at the safety rails.
"I've heard tales of this place since I was a little girl, but I'd never dreamed it looking like this...!" she remarks softly.
Training behind the albino lucht Knight, is a dark haired, dark skinned lucht Knight in Red Armour. Her dear friend, Ramirez, is also safely below in the hold. He has proven useful on airships before.
"I read of it too, when I am the little girl. The view is amazing, yes." Dame Paenitia joins Sir Faranmidahn.
Lysos stands hear the port side of the upper deck, one hand clutching a shawl about her shoulders, the other holding a railing to keep her steady as her face is held slighly raised, eyes closed, breathing in as the wind whips by. A small smile is on her face.
Farland is talking to one of the sailors. From the gist of the conversation, what anyone can hear over the wind rushing the deck, is that you seem to be nearing a destination. the vast is not named ironically. It really is exactly that: fields as far as the eye can see. The airship begins to descend, eventually coming to a rest cleanly in one said expanse of grassland. A herd of wild cattle is in the distance and no doubt there are countless other creatures in the tall grass you can't see just yet.
"Now we wait. We're in the proper area. The horsemen should arrive eventually from ... some direction. They just told us where to be and these are the coordinates, so let's disembark and stretch our legs. Well, those of you taller than me can disembark. I'd get lost in the grass." He leans over the railing to look.
Despite the offer to disembark, Razen does not. Instead he moves to stand beside Farland and tries to clasp the much smaller man on the shoulder. His voice when it comes a moment later is deep and heavily accented by his native tongue which it seems that he has been speaking more of lately. "I will not abandon you! We stand together in waiting." He flashes a fang and tusk-filled grin.
"Aha! I will abandon you Farland, like I have before." Paenitia cheerfully calls out, immediately heading for the hold and then going through the long procedure to bring out Ramirez.
Horsemen are coming! The halfling will meet them with her half-horse. Once outside, brave Ramirez struts about through the long grass, his Mistress happily on his back and watching the horizon.
A word and a gesture, Lysos moving her hand in a circular motion, her finger trailing as if she were tracing a circle in a pool of water.. a small, transluscent disk appears, which sinks down to a few feet off of the deck, and then expands. "If you wish, Farland, standing on this might keep you and anyone else who would like to use it above the grass." Offer taken, or not, she shortly joins in disembarking to meet the oncoming riders.
GAME: Lysos casts Floating Disk. Caster Level: 9 DC: 18
Faranmidahn eyes her fellow Knight curiously in the wake of that exchange, but shrugs and follows the Dame down into the hold.
She, in time, returns astride her beloved Torrent, the mansized Huntsman gleaming black with polished barding.
Once the cavliers have found themselves amongst the grass sans gnolls, she turns to Paenitia and wonders, "Should we fly pennants for this, do you think?" <halfling>
Distracted making friends belowdecks (this always happens on airships) the bejeweled gnome is a bit late to the party. But fresh now-- washed and re-perfumed-- he finds the sunlight and fresh out at the top of the stairs. He has a shawl, too, and a verdant green coat trimmed in a matte-bronze. Brass fasteners dangle from the open coat and his jewels are mainly of golds and emeralds. The bard loves a good flight and he draws in a deep breath with one hand on his coat and the other resting on his rapier's basket.
"We're here already? My goodness, time flies as well as we do." Polished knee-high boots clack across the deck and he gives Resurrectionist Person a bracing grip at the shoulders from behind. "Hello Farland! I missed you at the meeting the other night-- the whole place was filthy with tallmen! Were you hurt we didn't talk more during the celebration for a new year? I was distracted; a thousand apologies." Glittering fingers pat his fellow's back and he puckers a kiss into the air.
A pause to scan the grass from the ship, sucking at his teeth when he espies a few familiar faces. "... did you bring the whole Guild, Farland? This is quite the headcount."
"Yes, that is the good idea." Paenitia replies to the other cavalier. She turns in her seat, then pulls her banner up. Her pennant flaps in the wind, a white pillar on a red field, with a white hippogryph above it. <halfling>
'Ruaaaah!' Ramirez knows what this means. He boldly starts to dance, shaking his hind-quarters and rattling a tail-fan of fifteen foot feathers with crimson eyespots. He is of course, half-bird, and of the sort that has enough majesty for a whole beast.
"We go to the place of broken time," the Red Knight answers Jinks, with a laugh in her voice, "it make sense we are both early and late."
GAME: Razen rolls perception: (6)+10: 16 GAME: Paenitia rolls perception: (13)+8: 21 GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+5: (17)+5: 22 (Ramirez Perception) GAME: Jinks rolls Perception: (3)+7: 10 GAME: Faranmidahn rolls perception: (12)+4: 16 GAME: Faranmidahn rolls 1d20+3: (1)+3: 4 (EPIC FAIL) (Torrent Perception) GAME: Lysos rolls perception: (1)+10: 11 (EPIC FAIL)
Similarly, Faran twists to retrieve some articles from her saddlebags and spends a few more moments affixing them to her lance, which she stands aloft: The gold trimmed white banner framing the Purple Rose of her Order, with a smaller beneath; a white spider camping out on a field of purple.
The albino rests to some level of formal alert, as her eyes sweep the grassy waves around them.
Securing the immediate area around the airship isn't that hard and is still important to do. Tall grass has to be knocked down so that nothing can sneak onto the ship while you wait, for exaple. There's no promise that the Phurai Dae you're to meet will be here anytime soon, so you could be waiting a while. Hours, really, but at least you'll see them coming from further away.
Lysos, of course, finds a rodent den. A large rodent den. By falling into it. She is able to climb out with at least some of her dignity in tact.
Faran vanishes into the tall grass and emerges covered in insect bites. She disturbed ... something.
The rest are able to navigate the grass and help tamp it down without difficulty.
Razen, unhelpfully to the endevor to tramp down the grass, stays on the ship. With Farland. As he promised. He's an ourch of his word after all. He does call out a few words of helpful advice however. "Do not get lost in there!" Helpful.
Ramirez and Paenitia have more luck, tramping down grass in ever widening circles until a small area has been flattened. They take breaks, launching into the sky, to see and to be seen, but they never venture far from the airship.
"Sir Faranmidahn, I have the so many tales to tell. I spend the week which was the months in Veyshan, and the troubador over there, I fight with him against a Wyvern! He is as strong as the small pony horse, he take so much poison."
There is some chirps of dismay, some hissed halfling curses, and the sound of slaping before the albino emerges from the green sea with her new rash.
She may decide she doesn't like grass at this rate.
As it is, she looks toward Paenitia, "Oh? We shall have to trade stories once we've finished our tasks, I'd love to hear more about it."
Any chance to learn, after all.
Jinks pats Farland again and moves to the railing of the ship, hopping up and sitting astride as he watches the others below. He grins and nods at Paenitia, waving to the others, and takes a moment to fish out a little mint leaf to chew on.
"We need not recall that particular adventure." The bejeweled dandy calls from above, tracing movement through the grass with his solid-black eyes. "Tripping my own foot and catching that stinger in my shoulder was unpleasant enough... seeing the doors into the Harpist's foyer open up was an experience I'd not soon replicate.
"But it did afford me a chance to meet Wilrikintor. And that was nice..." A dramatic little sigh before, "even if that song is already sung."
"Okay, that story I will not share." Paenitia says cheerfully, then adds, "I have a terrible time down the well."
She guides Ramirez up beside Torrent and looks over at Faranmidahn, "What did you get into? You are fine now?"
With some time spent, between the various people doing their work on tamping down grass and more, you eventually have a lovely view of the immediate area around the airship and a clear view should anything try to sneak up on you. That's the important bit, of cvourse, and as it turns out totally unncessary at the moment. After four or so hours of waiting, you see a cloud in the distance. The approach of horsemen, it would appear, trampling the tall grass themselves. That far out, you have some time before they'll get here.
After several hours of waiting, Ramirez's enthusiastic prancing has died down. He's returned his tail to a rest position and has swept the area with it a few times. Paenitia's saddle is comfortabe, and she's used to being in it for hours, but even so there is a little slump to her statue. Her lances are in their sheaths, her shield slung, and she has shared some of her recent adventures with Faranmidahn, only occasionally asking for the gnome to back her up or elaborate.
Then, she notices the distant trampling.
Faranmidahn sighs softly in the aftermath once all the tamping and swatting are done. Alas, she doesn't recognize the microfauna that had so troubled her in the grasses, but she joined in tale telling about brighter days, as well as some troubling ones.
The Horn of Gilead story is a favorite of hers, perhaps, for it comes freely with none of the subtle weight of some of her other adventures.
As the cloud rises in the distance, she glances to her companions and wonders, "Who would speak for us, then?"
Probably best to have that worked out ahead of time.
"Oh, don't worry about that," replies Farland to Farnmidahn, "I've a prior arrangement with the Dae. It'll be fine. I'll talk."
He waves his hands in the air, a big grin at Jinks. It's always good to have another gnome around.
Smelling of bathwater and lavender (with minty breath to boot), Jinks finally quits the airship and puts feet to solid ground after the grass has been good and tamped. The longer they wait the more tempted he is to return to the ship and venture belowdecks but he keeps professional. Relatively speaking.
The gnome didn't bring Neighsayers, no, as he's unsure how the pony would do on an airship. It seemed smarter to wait for a shorter ride to test the waters. Well... currents.
So, he's on foot! The bard listens to the stories with an easy smile, having a few of his own that don't involve being nearly too-weak to breathe. The mention of Gilead conjures an odd little smile; the Hunter's agents (avatars?) just wore his body like a handpuppet not three weeks ago...
When the call is given that a group approaches he sniffs and abandons his illusions, the fine green coat shifting through the spectrum of light and going bulkier until it's his studded doublet. He's still fancy but doesn't quite look ready to ball at the governor's manse. He takes the buckler off the hook it dangles from and straps it to a forearm, then checks the release on his bow's harness.
A grin at Farland and the gnome steps back and to one side, crossing his arms.
GAME: Jinks rolls Perception: (10)+7: 17 GAME: Faranmidahn rolls perception: (6)+4: 10 GAME: Faranmidahn rolls 1d20+3: (12)+3: 15 (Torrent Perception) GAME: Paenitia rolls perception: (15)+8: 23 GAME: Paenitia rolls 1d20+5: (9)+5: 14 (Ramirez Perception)
The Red Knight and the gnome have a slightly better look at the riders through the dust. Those are not the Phurai Dae. For one, thats not horses! Nope, its a large number of humanoid shapes, large ones, running on all fours through the grass. All long, ropey and scaled limbs.
GAME: Jinks rolls Knowledge/Arcana: (15)+12: 27
The Red Knight stands on her saddle, giving herself a whole extra foot of elevation. She has no need to shade her eyes, the wide brimmed hat that's part of her helm does that. Her visor, the ever grinning visage of the Smiling Man, seems oddly eager for the engagement. She gets a better look.
"That not the Phurai Dae. Those, they are not horses. They are the large, humanoid shapes, the great number of them. I do not recognize, not Friend Dragons nor the Flat Dragons."
She drops back down into her saddle, and pulls a lance, facing her comrades, "They run on all fours through the grass, with the long, ropey and scaled limbs. Farland, you should not be the one in front. I will get ready to give them the big Hola."
Jinks has found a good-sized mound to climb and narrow his eyes, following the direction indicated from the ship. The gnome's lip curls and he pulls loose his bow from its harness. "Giants!" he spits. The literal translation: 'the tall-enemy.' <gnomish>
"Giants," adds the bard in the trade tongue. It's clear there's a bit of good old racially-motivated hatred brewing up. And just when he was getting past his biases with lizards, too!
"Trolls!" To be specific.
Whirlpool pages: Can you log Cryo back in? I hve a couple questions I wanna ask you but not at spamming your in play alt :D
<OOC> Lysos has a strict cut off point in two hours. Might be able to get back on after that, but my parents still aren't comfortable with me spending my nights alone.
<OOC> Whirlpool shakes his fist at RL. xD <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Lysos wasn't feeling well. I think I might emit, then pause and we'll try this again later in the week :)" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Simply because RL kept hitting multiples of us. xD" <OOC> Faranmidahn hugs, "that works, I'm honestly not feeling well either" <OOC> Paenitia nods, "that's fine, and I have a very weird unsourced anxiety that isn't helping. So that's cool." <OOC> Jinks says, "Sorry I was late, y'all. Hopefully holding up the bus didn't kill the steam." <OOC> Paenitia says, "it's fine, it worked, you only missed a pose Jinks, and it's neat getting to be out with Faran, and hey you might be able to get some gear by next session Faran!" <OOC> Faranmidahn says, "lol maybe" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Sorry about the pauses, yeah." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I just had to get paramedics to my dad" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "He is okay" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "But he had some delirium tonight." <OOC> Paenitia says, "ack.. oh that's not good. you have my sympathies" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "He's doing okay, I think" <OOC> Jinks says, "I'm glad he's doing OK, Whirl." <OOC> Faranmidahn says, "same here, Whirl, it's alright, that's important, and I've been there, too." <OOC> Faranmidahn hugs <OOC> Whirlpool says, "ANYWAY."
<OOC> Jinks says, "My AC is going to be increased by 20% for this encounter. I'm excited." <OOC> Jinks says, "But I'm also OK with my brave knights protecting me. <3" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Hahah" <OOC> Faranmidahn says, "i'm pretty sure they're going to focus on me" <OOC> Faranmidahn says, "very very quickly" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Okay, returning folks" <OOC> Jinks says, "Vas Flam!" <OOC> Jinks says, "Good night, Poops!" Jinks goes OOC. Jinks has left. <OOC> Faranmidahn hug ty for the scene all! JUDGE: Whirlpool sends Faranmidahn back to her former location. Faranmidahn has left. <OOC> Whirlpool says, "pae got a min?" <OOC> Whirlpool has a couple of things I wanna ask :) <OOC> Paenitia nods, "Sure? <OOC> Paenitia says, "Sorry, was getting the recycleables ready for tomorrow" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "so I wanted to talk to you about the rpps" <OOC> Paenitia nods <OOC> Whirlpool says, "obviously we made that post." <OOC> Paenitia nods, "1/20?" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "1/17"
=====================> GAME: Announcements <======================
Message: 1/17 Posted Author RPP Board Thu Jan 06 Aftershock
Hey, folks. We shouldn't have to post this, but RPPs are not a place to make personal attacks, be catty about the characters, and especially not to make passive/aggressive commentary. RPP's that contain these types of digs or shade-throwing will not be approved, and players who exhibit a pattern of this behavior will be subject to staff discipline, up and including being asked to leave the game. We are not interested in allowing this system to be used to engage in petty drama, that is not what it is for.
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<OOC> Paenitia says, "oh, the numbers changed" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Yes :)" <OOC> Paenitia nods <OOC> Whirlpool says, "You paged AF and asked if it was you." <OOC> Paenitia nods <OOC> Whirlpool says, "So my question is, if you knew enough to know that it might be you why did you think it was ok to be that backhanded in the first place?" <OOC> Paenitia says, "That's an interesting question with a presumption." <OOC> Paenitia says, "And an accusation, too, actually." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Well, you seemed to have an awareness that you had crossed the line." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "So I am trying to understand why you crossed it?" <OOC> Paenitia says, "Several months ago I had a discussion with aftershock, regarding 'Questions you don't need to ask'. My specific example was, at work, you never need ask your supervisor, "Is my performance slipping?" Because, if it is, you've identified that you think it is, and if it isn't, it's making them think, maybe they should see how your work it, since you think it's slipping." <OOC> Paenitia says, "that, I would describe as a question 'was it me?' as something I didn't need to ask, since if I was concerned it was me, I should just wait and I would be told. I asked, largely, to be reassured that I was fine." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I see." <OOC> Paenitia says, "I am Roman Catholoic, I have a lot of guilt that somewhere, I've done something wrong. Also, I would just assume that any correction issued, in say a martial arts dojo, either was directed at me or should apply to me, because it's a useful correction." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "So, several of your rpps come across as catty and backhanded towards other characters." <OOC> Paenitia says, "However, it's not been entirely helpful to just assume every negative thing I see, is somehow me." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "It would not be, no." <OOC> Paenitia says, "Well. I directly asked Aftershock what I did was wrong." <OOC> Paenitia says, "She" <OOC> Paenitia says, "Aftershock said "I'm concerned you don't know which one was the problem." This, is a ... well I'm not sure how to qualify it, beyond I asked a direct question and got a non-helpful, indirect answer that is a criticism and opens up a guessing game of which one was wrong, or, apparently, which ones." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Well, I mean, you made a number of them." <OOC> Paenitia says, "I have always tried for a neutral voice, regardless of how I feel about the scene, as it's a summary. I also, really don't enjoy writing them. They're the most tedious thing, so I bang them out as fast as I can without much thought, and only if I -know- I am being catty, that I let something slip, then I go back and fix things." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "And you seemed to know it might have been you and at the same time did it a number of times. can you understand how to us that might look problematic?" <OOC> Paenitia says, "Most of the time I'm trying to make them funny." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "So two things" <OOC> Paenitia says, "Well, no, I still don't know which one(s) are the problem. I said 'Randolf had a crisis of conscience', regarding the New Years. I made a joke how Jinks called Serene Lady Tillyane and everyone else should also. I called Jinks 'Drinksy', which I believe he'd be cool with, but I see it could be taken wrong" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I see. Okay." <OOC> Paenitia says, "and I guessed that Seldan and Zeke were talking about Cryo in a scene with Pae, and wanted to make it more clear that it tied back to the New Years scene, so I added the context to clarify that." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Slow down a little" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I am on from a phone standing outside a hospital" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I need you to slow down so I can respond :)" <OOC> Paenitia says, "ok." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "And if I stop talking a bit it is because medical stuff." <OOC> Paenitia nods <OOC> Whirlpool says, "So, it will be hard for me to find specific examples because I am on my phone. I just found it kinda disheartening tbh." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Find them at this moment I meab" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "So, a couple things here." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Finally" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Ugh, finger slipped." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "So, it seemed pretty deliberate to me when I read them, I will admit, which made staff go ??? the heck. And both your page afterwards made me feel as if you were well aware you were pushing acceptable boundaries." <OOC> Whirlpool hold on <OOC> Whirlpool says, "So I think you can understand" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Why I am like what the heck because it is not as if you have not pushed boundaries or delved into edge cases before." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "So, lets do this." <OOC> Paenitia says, "I can understand you getting that perspective. I want to emphasize, I try to be neutral and self-edit. I also will do things I find funny when the mood strikes, and I understand that is subjective. Last year around tax time I had a rambling about not getting my taxes done on time. In the New Year's one, I deliberately described my actions as Cryo to be rude, in a way I thought would be humorous. Half the time I can barely remember the scene, and people will get upset if I don't mention them, so I go through trying to make sure I say something about everyone." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I see!" <OOC> Paenitia says, "Like with Randolf, at New Years, I thought about that. I know he's needed some OOC reassurance in other scenes. I was worried if I didn't mention him, he'd feel marginalized, I didn't want to go into great detail, as that might seem like harping on him. 'Crisis' is a bit strong, but it's also vague, but better than panic attack. I thought if I went into too much detail it might feel like I was spotlighting him, which he might take badly." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Apologies" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I had to speak to a doctor" <OOC> Paenitia nods <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Everything seems ok here :)" <OOC> Paenitia says, "That's good." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Okay, so." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "This is not the first time lately I have had to pull you aside and have a word with you, right?" <OOC> Paenitia says, "Are you counting talking about discussing plots? The only other one that comes to mind is talking about Zeke's character's IC Mom in the OOC room and that it might be mistake as talking about Zeke's real mom or disrespecting him." <OOC> Paenitia says, "September-ish?" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "No, I mean me wearing my staff hat, the zeke stuff being one example yes" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "But there were a couple other times I had to bend your ear too :)" <OOC> Paenitia says, "It's almost 3am for me. I remember that Zeke stuff. There's been something else between now and then? Or before? I feel like there was something quite a while ago but I can't remember... unless there were a few things in the Town Halls. Or right, yes, about how I negatively couch things, or assume the worst or catastrophize." <OOC> Paenitia says, "like with jumping to conclusions about rules implementations" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Hey, I get the tired trust me." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Or like me getting a page from mikilos out of the blue about a lamia being in the city and me going????" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Point is, staff energy and patience is not limitless, and not to put to fine a point of it, you consume a fair bit more of it than most of our player base." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "So I would like to talk about that and why that is." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "It may be too late to do that tonight." <OOC> Paenitia says, "Oddly enough, Aftershock and I did discuss that a while back and Aftershock described 'Active Player Syndrome', where being an active player means being constantly visible and generating more requests, more activity than others, and while the rate of 'problems per log' might be the same, someone with 900 logs will have more items than someone with 90." <OOC> Paenitia says, "Aftershock didn't use that metric, but it's a soft example." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "It is accurate." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "But even bearing that in mind, you do take a lot of time and energy and weve had a fair bit of stress. So I would like to untangle that because these things are. it infinite and sooner or later the wall gets hit where patience is exhausted." <OOC> Paenitia says, "Well, that is true." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "And thats not even getting into my circle-prp runnning" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "So" <OOC> Paenitia says, "I understand, very much. I took care of my mother and father for two years. You've got all the stress of elder care, here is supposed to be your escape and fun and you end up having all these issues to manage." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I mean, I love this place. The stress is worth it." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "But we have to address these things." <OOC> Paenitia says, "I try to get any and everyone in my PrPs and half the time I don't get players at all. It's partly why I'm running all over the place." <OOC> Paenitia says, "I love it to, but now I won't sleep. I'll be depressed for a couple days. I won't feel like playing." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Tell you what" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Take a couple days off. its okay to feel down." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Well talk more in a couple days. Okay?" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "You SHOULD sleep" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Dont not sleep or I will get out the mallet" <OOC> Paenitia says, "That's funny but also not. What will happen is I'll get to bed and the tinitis will keep me up for a while, and my thoughts, and then I'll start to slip off and the cat will want her middle of the night petting, and then I'll be up for another hour, and it will repeat and I'll get some sleep eventually." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "That sound familiar" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I also have tinitis" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I have it lifelong" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "To the point where I thought a background eeeeeeee is just what silence sounds like" <OOC> Paenitia says, "Mine comes and goes depending on ear wax and possibly cavities, infections in the tooth root" <OOC> Paenitia says, "yes. That" <OOC> Paenitia says, "getting that a lot" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I am very familiar like I said" <OOC> Paenitia says, "I worked around a lot of loud electrical transformers and heavy diesel engines, and heard some unprotected gunfire" <OOC> Paenitia says, "I don't feel wanted Whirl." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Lovely" <OOC> Whirlpool headtilts. <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Okay so" <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Sorry. It's not fun to have these kinds of conversations." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I get that." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "But it's important we resolve issues or else they fester and become a bigger problem." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I would rather resolve them, then let things asplode on people." <OOC> Whirlpool unburies self from two very happy to see him dogs. <OOC> Whirlpool says, "I just got back from the hospital." <OOC> Paenitia says, "That's good. I walk the neighbour's dog for her. She's quite fun, loves to play. She's very fast with her teeth grabbing her toys, I have to be careful when I've got gloves on that are leather like her balls." <OOC> Whirlpool says, "Ooof." <OOC> Whirlpool dealing with some RL. <OOC> Paenitia nods <OOC> Paenitia says, "well it's been a half hour and it's 4:15 am now for me I think I can sleep" <OOC> Paenitia says, "take care"
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