"Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed. *starts playing around with weather* Which would you prefer, wencher, sleet, snow, or sunshine?" ~Tannar
"In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function...We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful." ~C.S. Lewis
*For a moment Daekom's eyes flare with a light that no one's seen before. He stands, faces Tannar, meets his gaze unflinchingly*
"Sleet."
*Turns deliberately and strides from the room* ~Daekom
"Ooooooo, I knew the 'wencher' thing would get him. *runs out, grabs Daekom, drags him back* Come on, now, you know I didn't mean it. Can we get a drink here? Ahah, just kidding." ~Tannar
"In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function...We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful." ~C.S. Lewis
*bows* "Hello, m'lady, I've heard ever-so-much about you, shall we dance?" *sweeps her into a waltz before she can protest* ~Tannar
"Oh, and Kit, a wencher's someone who 'knows' a lot of...well, wenches." ~K'ratcha
"Clarification: Daekom is, in fact, not a wencher, there was simply one inccident with someone drugging his drink..." ~Danteel
"In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function...We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful." ~C.S. Lewis
*Alaitha is too shocked to do anything at first, then stumbles, unable to keep up with the waltz. Daekom bristles for a second, but gets an assuring look from Danteel. He relaxes*
"Well this (oof) is a new (ack) dance..." ~Alaitha
"Alaitha. Tannar. Surely no one's going to take it amiss if I - the super-rude, anti-authoritarian, never polite freak - is polite, for once." ~The Raven
"See something new every day. A polite Raven is something strange indeed." ~Fal.
"Oh, and yes, Ally, 'tis a most strange and wondrous dance that the Elementar dances." ~The Raven
*Kallik, Kit, Fal and Rohsair all fall into fits of laughter, while the Raven remains poker-faced*
"TV makes sense. It has logic, structure, rules, and likeable leading men. In life, we have this. We have you." -Abed Nadir
*looks puzzled while still draggin poor Alaitha around the dance floor* "What?" ~Tannar
"In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function...We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful." ~C.S. Lewis
"Inside joke, and not excrutiatingly funny anyway." ~The Raven
"But if you consider what goes with it, it is! Out of context - meaningless, in its true surroundings - hilarious." ~Rohsair
"Well, if you look at it like that . . ." *starts giggling crazily* ~The Raven
"Dancing! What dance? A samba, perhaps?" ~Fal.
"Don't! My sides are hurting, and everyone thinks we're crazy!" ~Kit
"We are crazy!" ~Rohsair
"Coconutically crazy!" ~The Raven
"Ooh, that sounds nice. Womens-handbagitically mad! No, doesn't have quite the same ring. Coconutically crazy . . . I like that, I really do. Wonderful word, coconut. The alliteration of the "c"s twice, like beats on a drum, ending with the sharp tap of the "t." Tap of the tee. Doesn't that sound nice?" ~Rohsair
"TV makes sense. It has logic, structure, rules, and likeable leading men. In life, we have this. We have you." -Abed Nadir
*share a mutual three-way glance* ~Tannar, Danteel, and K'ratcha
"And I thought we were strange." ~K'ratcha
"Apparantly there's strange and then strange." ~Danteel
*skillfully manuvers Alaitha and Daekom into dancing with each other* "And then there's strange and strange." ~Tannar
"In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function...We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful." ~C.S. Lewis
*grins at Daekom* *half-whispers:* "Spin her!" ~Tannar
"Great, so now he's giving romance advice." ~K'ratcha
"Why do we always seem to be merely standing off to the side, commenting on everything?" ~Danteel
"What, you're saying we sould be more proactive here?" ~K'ratcha
"Well, the place could certainly use some sprucing..." ~Danteel
"And you think I can just wave my hands and give the impression that we're all in a gigantic ballroom with chandeliers and tiled floors and all!" ~K'ratcha
"No. I don't think. I know." ~Danteel
"Huff." *waves hands and creates illusion of a gigantic ballroom with chandeliers and tiled floors and all* ~K'ratcha
"In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function...We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful." ~C.S. Lewis