<> (Yes, yes it is.) ( 9 and 3. ) (... no it's--thank you.) (.... wow, I am tired. Stupid 9s.) (Oh, right. My head hurts.) (You only WISH it was prime! Your mom! I know you are but what am I!?) (...) (... Roy certainly is in the internet mindset.) (...) (Time for the box.) ( *STUFFSTUFFSTUFF*) <> <> <> <> <> (Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to...TEH PAST!!) * Demetreia looks around, attempting to do so surreptitiously, but being Deme, probably ends up looking exactly as she feels--bewildered. * Ian blinks. He looks dazed for a minute, then blinks again. * Threnody blinks a couple times. And then says, rather stupidly: "Sleythin." He suddenly brightens, and actually says it again, sounding happy. "Sleythin! Hey, a larynx." * Katherine stares at her reflection and tries to pat herself down with her hands. "Oh god. I thought it couldn't get any weirder.." * Vera looks down at herself. "Holy crap." * Leopoldo looks around. "Uh, yeah." Well, this is interesting. * Rochelle peers at the mirror for a while. "Huh," she says. She pauses, then adds, "I guess I can talk now." <> * Fitzroy looks at himself also and tries flexing his new, extra arms. ( Tubular. ) Damn. I miss the last one already * Rochelle tries waving one of her other arms. You know, the arm she's not sure she has. And then she reaches over with another arm to pat at that arm. * Leopoldo 's player doesn't know what that means exactly, but goes with it. * Ian tries to sort out his limbs. "Trippy!" ...eeehhh? Uh... yeah. Trippy. Sure. I'm... driving a giant lizard. <> A Sleythin. * Threnody doesn't seem to be having trouble adjusting in any way. "Hm. Can't say I'm too hungry for [rat], though." What? Oh, this stuff? * Rochelle pokes at it. * Ian blinks, and looks. * Demetreia po--does what Rochelle does. Damn it. Um... yeah, me neither. This sucks. * Rochelle wins. (Begging the captain's pardon, but [] is still Sleythin, yes?) (It's Nasira and Enzo Syndrome again. ;-; ) Well, they say that very few things are universally seen as "not food." (Yeah, but Nasira and Enzo usually don't do the *exact* same thing. ;P) (It is.) ( No, they just say it. ;-; ) * Demetreia tongueflicks, then blinks. * Fitzroy glances at the other not-us sleythin down the line, then to the head guys at the top of the T. Yes, well... * Katherine looks around also. "They're sure having a good time. Nothing like... er... Taluun." (Who says Taluun didn't know how to have a good time?) * Rochelle idly defurs her rat. (Kat does.) * Leopoldo looks at the rat suspiciously. * Demetreia makes it into little pieces. * Leopoldo looks at how the others are eating it. (the other Sleythin, that is.) <> * Threnody hmms, tilting his head (well, only a little, there's too much shoulder there). "It certainl has the feel of a war party... which is something the Sleythin gave up thousands of years before Earth knew what war was." * Leopoldo shrugs and digs in also. ... yeah, it really does. Complete with the dancing. * Ian peers at his. He is clearly dying for a set of good knives, a wok, and LOTS of seasonings. * Ian looks around. "No hope for ketchup, huh." * Leopoldo wipes his mouth and swallows. "Mmm, you have a point." * Demetreia makes the pieces into pieces. And then eats them. <> * Ian defurs his rat, flexes carefully to check his grip, and then snags a torch. <> * Rochelle looks up at Leo. "Is it good?" * Leopoldo , being used to popular Martian cooking and a stomach of steel, doesn't seem to have so much trouble with the blood. "It could definetly use flavoring, but if you like rare steak you'd like it." * Ian cooks the rat a little bit. Insofar as that's possible, which is not very. Then he eats it. * Rochelle shrugs to herself and has a bite, now that most of the fur's gone. She's used to nanopaste, after all. <> * Katherine looks down at the rat and picks it up, and is halfway through chewing it when the flagon refilling happens. "... oh yes. Now that I can handle." * Fitzroy hmms to himself and tries a bite of [rat] as-is. * Leopoldo digs in some more and eyes the beverage. * Threnody does not have any rat. "I'm holding out for sauteed krellyn, myself." (I assume we can understand what other sleythin are saying?) <> Suit yourself. I don't know why, but I'm famished. * Rochelle wipes some ketchup with her fingers and pops it into her mouth. She eyes the drink, then sniffs at it. * Leopoldo takes a light drink of the beverage. * Ian shrugs, picks up his flagon, and skulls it. ( Yeah, Cham said we get auto-translateness. ) <> (I swear Leo, you should have been a Sleythin.) <> <> * Ian goes crosseyed for a few moments. "..." * Demetreia picks up the drink, tongueflicks at it, looks at Ian's reaction, and puts the drink carefully back down. * Katherine finishes her eating before laughing at Ian and taking a nice, normal drink of the sleythin brew. "Ian, you idiot." * Leopoldo puts it down and is glad he didn't chug it. <> ...wwwwow. Hey, you only live once! * Rochelle picks her drink up and peers. "Guess it won't kill me like this." And she has a gulp before she puts it back down and goes back to rat. * Threnody just continues studying the decor and the other sleythin, particularly crests. <> Wow, that's... Wow. * Leopoldo blinks and shakes his head. At least this stuff doesn't go right to your head. It's more sort of a kick-in-the-stomach drink. Yeah. There's a reason nobody actually drinks this stuff. *chuckle* Except Thren. * Threnody blinks, eyes going wide. "...now that's not right." What, you think he's the only one that drinks Sleythin liquor? And, uh, what? * Fitzroy doesn't drink after Ian's drinking. He has some more rat though and continues to watch other sleythin. What isn't? * Ian finishes a second rat and looks around for more liquor. He's smiling a little now. "So far, so good." * Threnody bites his lip (well, so far as you can tell). "We're sitting next to an ancient Sleythin war hero. Insofar as a pacifist society has war heroes." Really now. ... * Leopoldo inspects the crests of those near him. * Demetreia stares indelicately. * Rochelle doesn't seem to care. She keeps eating her rat. ...really? * Katherine smirks. "We should make Taluun jealous forever and introduce ourselves." She takes another drink. * Threnody looks confused. "Why would I lie?" I mean, are you sure? As sure as I can be given the situation. Sleythin crests are fairly distinctive. Mmmm, they are... Oh. * Threnody turns to Leo, blinking. "I didn't know you were studied in Sleythin culture." You never bothered to ask. It's part of my upbringing to know about all types of cultures. * Rochelle reaches up with an invisible second arm to scratch behind her invisible crest. And... You're right, it really *is* him. * Threnody frowns, going back to crowd watching. "There's no need to get defensive." <> So, uh.. who is this then? * Leopoldo sighs. "Sorry, this whole thing just has me really upset." Why? ...what's going on? * Threnody turns to Roy, then makes a face. "Um... Che... Shea... Chezar'calr'ke! There we are." * Leopoldo speaks in a low voice. "He was a general for the Tholdekans in the Great War, as it were." So, did you all hear the one about Noah's Ark and the - huh, what's going on now? mm, I see. <> Shall we join in? * Katherine looks down at the mug and says, towards the group, "So, I'm guessing we're just below 'ancient Sleythin war hero', then, since we're sitting next to him?" * Ian has more to drink! That'd be the idea. ...woo. * Threnody says, with mild distaste, "I've never liked the caste system." * Rochelle has more [rat]. She's hungry. * Leopoldo nods in agreement and eats some more [rat]. * Demetreia eats absently, watching the chanting going on. (*snerks at SUi4* "Would you care.. to experience. The ELEVATOR?") * Katherine takes a drink, then nods. "Right, caste system. I just figured we were lieutenants or something like that." Oh, that's right...eh, not so nice. <> I don't like it either... (And as an aside, the caste system was set up by the Lawgiver in the bad years post Great War. <_< >_>) * Rochelle glances up at the general, then watches him as she eats. * Vera shrugs. "I don't mind the caste system if I'm on top." (Wow, and nobody knew that but you, Captain Backstory.) * Leopoldo watches Mr. General Man. (Yup!) * Katherine turns to the general too, a faint smirk crossing her face. (I need milk and we don't have any.) <> [Warriors of Tholdeka! Hearken, heed your general!] ( Too bad it's not Mr. General Store, then. ) * Rochelle heeds. She chews, at least. * Leopoldo does this heeding thing. ( "Four score and seven years ago, our forefathers brought forth meat from eggs." ) [The battle we have just fought was a fierce one! You all have proved yourselves, dozens of times over the past week! Brave warriors all, you and those who fell beside you!] <> * Rochelle tosses a bone on her plate. * Threnody would rest his chin in his hands if he had one. * Demetreia looks attentive, i.e. confused but willing to please. [These Satalshean dogs will not take us down! We stand firm, and we will wipe them from the face of Sleythin like the newts their mothers bore them as!] <> [They thought to catch us off guard, with a sneak attack! They thought we were weak! We have rebuffed them, and we will drive them to the sea and beyond!] <> * Rochelle dabs some [rat] in her [ketchup]. * Leopoldo chews on some [rat]. * Ian consumes some more [rat] as a change from drinking. ([rat] [Can I have it?] [Reward] 600 gil) ( [Yes, please.] ) [And their leaders, in thrall to some spell! Weak-willed hatchlings with tainted water! We will drive the fight to their very shores, across the ocean and into THEIR homes! THEIR city! We will wipe them from memory and from existence!] <> * Katherine just keeps looking at the guy. The smirk has faded, and she says while they're cheering, "I wish I were that blasted. Christ." [So drink well, men! Eat hearty, soldiers! For soon we attack!] <> * Ian singsongs, but so as to be well under the noise, "Let's genociiide..." * Threnody frowns. "This must..." A pause. "This has to be the end of the Great War. The naval strike against the eastern capital." A naval strike. Why am I not surprised? * Threnody just... eyes Vera. "What?" Yeah, it's the end all right. But why are we here? * Vera points Thren to the tough he's sitting in. * Rochelle swishes her tail. Sploosh. <> (You got [ale] in my [rat]! You got [rat] in my [ketchup]! You got [ketchup] in my [ale]!) * Katherine downs a good half of her newly filled flagon and chuckles. "Damn. It's really hard to celebrate when you missed what you're supposed to be celebrating over." * Leopoldo drinks a bit more and chomps on some [rat] + [ketchup]. * Ian consumes further [ale]. It is difficult. * Ian grins lopsidedly. "Is it?" * Threnody frowns. "The Tholdekans had a lock on the war from minute one, really... what isn't there to celebrate about?" * Demetreia eats [food] and watches. They probably didn't know they did. * Fitzroy chows on s'more [rat]. <> ( Yes please. ) (God, please.) (Sure.) (I was about to start telling bad jokes.) (Pretty please?) (No, wait, let Ian tell a bad joke, so I can punch him.) (...good point.) (Oooh.) <> <> * Threnody sighs, poking absently at the [rat]. "A whole day of carousing and nothing useful found out." You thought you'd find something out from partying and getting drunk, HAH! * Ian points at his [ale], missing badly. "You call this not useful?" Yes. * Katherine chuckles. She looks to be wobbling slightly, herself. "You'd be surprised. Some of the best things I ever got were from carousing." * Demetreia hasn't been doing more than taking cautious sips between long intervals, so is relatively un-wobbly. Oh yeah? Like what. (Wish I could say the same.) <> * Leopoldo looks at the officers somewhat goofily. * Demetreia tries to avoid people's stares. ): * Vera is indifferent * Fitzroy watches the others pass out. He's still sober. <> [Good party, yeah?] * Katherine frowns. "Stuff. S'not all that important..." * Demetreia looks down and nods meekly. [Oh yeah, really good.] [Err, yeah.] * Ian shakily raises a toast with his [ale]. [Great!] * Threnody tries to smile the Sleythin way, which doesn't involve showing teeth. * Fitzroy nods. * Katherine turns towards the man as carefully as she can. [Definitely got all you need for a party, yeah.] [Good. We'll be in touch tomorrow....] <> [... or the day after. Yeah, that. We've got your next orders.] * Threnody mutters under his breath, "What a familiar-sounding phrase." [Great! Want another drink?] (Man, I just see all of this as the FFXI translator. * Leopoldo offers the officer one of the extra flaggons full of drink. (I know, me too. :P) [Gods, yes.] <> [You know, you guys were awesome yesterday. Those uh, guns... neat stuff. Yeah, really .... ] <> ( [ale] [Do you need it?] [/tell] ) (*cackles* [Hangoverna] [Do you need it?] [/tell] ) Guns? Do we have guns? Guns? * Rochelle doesn't comment. She gnaws on rat. Yeah, we got guns. They're kinda rare. Man, this stuff is great! * Demetreia pauses for a good bit, then slowly turns back to the [rat]. * Leopoldo chugs another thing of [ale]. He's been doing that a lot. (Haaahahah, and a Chaser ad comes on TV.) * Threnody is thinking. Thinking *sober* thoughts. * Threnody taps a finger on the table. "Sleythin weren't using guns during the Great War," he says idly. Really? Well, there goes one little deviation for this place. Then what're we doin' with'em? Not widespread, anyway. (Do your own damn exposition, GM. >_<) So we are...special? Yeah, s'what I was sayin'. (We're a dwarven mortar team.) Looks that way. We're speshial lizards. (AYE.) ([badass] [is it?]) ([word] [Up] [Home Key].) (...) (Could you knock that off?) (Oh, fine.) * Threnody sighs. "The question is, now what?" * Katherine looks around at all the lumps of Sleythin, and then grins at Thren. "Well, we get drunk enough to pass out, or we find some way to get someone to tell us where we live." <> * Demetreia pokes Ian. * Threnody sighs. What is that lining his lizardy face? Exasperation? You bet! "I'm not sure why becoming drunk was necessary to begin with." The stuff isn't that great. It isn't, but it sure is fun! * Fitzroy shrugs. "I didn't bother with it." <> [Do you need assistance returning home, sirs?] ...yes, please? * Leopoldo does the Sleythin equivalent of a hiccup. "[Please.]" * Threnody sighs. "Apparently so." * Rochelle tosses another rat bone down. She nods to the lady Sleythin. * Vera nods. Nod. <> [Follow me, please.] * Demetreia follows. * Vera follows. * Leopoldo follows a little wobbly. * Rochelle tags along! * Fitzroy follows. * Katherine looks at the woman funny, then follows, also a little wobbly. <> <> * Katherine looks at the bowls and says, walking in, "... yeah, we're definitely somepeople special. Now if we just knew who." * Rochelle wanders in and splashes into one of the bowls. "People with guns." * Demetreia looks around and tentatively sinks into one of the sleeping bowls, accidentally hitting herself as she forgets about one of the extra arms. Wegot gunz when they're rare. That'd work. * Leopoldo makes his way into the sleeping bowl carefully and is probably really greatful that hangovers are hard to get when you're soaking and drinking water constantly. * Vera shrugs. "We're some kind of super lizards." * Fitzroy finds a sleeping bowl for himself. (Three hours and all we got was drunk. It's ATC.) (It is so ATC.) (You got hints I'll develop on ... okay, lying. You got drunk.) ( Don't forget the [rats].) (Everyone done?) (And the [ale].) ( Yah ) (I'm done, I guess.) (Finished.) * Demetreia snuggles into the sleeping bowl as best she can and tries this sleep thing on for size. (Done.) (Doooone.) (done) <>