The Liquid Wallaby - Midnight in Melanthine (Transition!)

[Crumlark]

"Makes more sense when you put it like that." The Reil says, leaning back onto the bar. "Because Melanthine's got a bit of a cultural thing against that... and almost everything, but that in particular. If I were in Arkadacia I could get away with it."

Sersal laughs rather obnoxiously loudly from a nearby booth.

Sa'ach looked around for the nearby noise. "Who's THIS chick?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Makes more sense when you put it like that." The Reil says, leaning back onto the bar. "Because Melanthine's got a bit of a cultural thing against that... and almost everything, but that in particular. If I were in Arkadacia I could get away with it."

Sersal laughs rather obnoxiously loudly from a nearby booth.

Sa'ach looked around for the nearby noise. "Who's THIS chick?"

He very slowly pokes his head out of his booth and glares. "I'm not a chick! It's just how my... everything turned out."

Cerril looks at Sersal in unamusement. "I'll have to figure out where I failed as a parent."

[Crumlark]

He very slowly pokes his head out of his booth and glares. "I'm not a chick! It's just how my... everything turned out."

Cerril looks at Sersal in unamusement. "I'll have to figure out where I failed as a parent."

Sa'ach gave Sersal a glance. "Don't be so annoyed. I have to be called a woman all the time."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

He very slowly pokes his head out of his booth and glares. "I'm not a chick! It's just how my... everything turned out."

Cerril looks at Sersal in unamusement. "I'll have to figure out where I failed as a parent."

Sa'ach gave Sersal a glance. "Don't be so annoyed. I have to be called a woman all the time."

"Because you are. I ain't! This is just the style in the future. And the fault of genetics. I think dad has a lot of fruitcake on one half of the line."

[Crumlark]

"Because you are. I ain't! This is just the style in the future. And the fault of genetics. I think dad has a lot of fruitcake on one half of the line."

Sa'ach knitted her brows together. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're telling me it's a bad thing to be a woman."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Sa'ach knitted her brows together. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're telling me it's a bad thing to be a woman."

"Oh, for the love of fuck, don't start sounding like the neon-bleached Culdranth that's been popping in around here. I'm tired of being mistaken for one! You look like a fucking man! Man-face! You've got the man-face! Here and there and everywhere, you've got man-face!"

[Crumlark]

"Oh, for the love of fuck, don't start sounding like the neon-bleached Culdranth that's been popping in around here. I'm tired of being mistaken for one! You look like a fucking man! Man-face! You've got the man-face! Here and there and everywhere, you've got man-face!"

Sa'ach paused, trying to register what she was just told. Neon-dyed Culdranth? Man-face? Not really being able to understand what she was being told, but feeling like that was intentionally trying to offend her, she went with her gut and lunged at Sersal. "You're a lunatic!"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Oh, for the love of fuck, don't start sounding like the neon-bleached Culdranth that's been popping in around here. I'm tired of being mistaken for one! You look like a fucking man! Man-face! You've got the man-face! Here and there and everywhere, you've got man-face!"

Sa'ach paused, trying to register what she was just told. Neon-dyed Culdranth? Man-face? Not really being able to understand what she was being told, but feeling like that was intentionally trying to offend her, she went with her gut and lunged at Sersal. "You're a lunatic!"

"You're the one lunging at m-" Sersal is promptly zapped in the side with some sort of electric device by Cerril, and is promptly shut up. "Go to town on him." Sersal twitches around in his booth.

Adri, in the meantime, attempts to see if Charlette followed her to Melanthine.

[Crumlark]

"You're the one lunging at m-" Sersal is promptly zapped in the side with some sort of electric device by Cerril, and is promptly shut up. "Go to town on him." Sersal twitches around in his booth.

Adri, in the meantime, attempts to see if Charlette followed her to Melanthine.

Sa'ach just about leaps backwards, seeing the electric device coming in from the side. She looks at Cerril, and then to Sersal's paralyzed form, suddenly feeling a bit sympathetic to her former target. "You can't do that to her!"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Sa'ach just about leaps backwards, seeing the electric device coming in from the side. She looks at Cerril, and then to Sersal's paralyzed form, suddenly feeling a bit sympathetic to her former target. "You can't do that to her!"

"... Sure I can, that's my heir. He's gotta learn somehow."

Saren looks up at Cerril, confused. "But I thought I was-"

"You'll know when you're older."

[Barboneia]

Armund walks in wearing a sharp blue and white pinstripe suit. He sits down at the bar and groans, ordering a bottle of hard cider.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Armund walks in wearing a sharp blue and white pinstripe suit. He sits down at the bar and groans, ordering a bottle of hard cider.

A small plate-shaped robot drone drops one off. Byron seems to be using a laptop across from Armund.

[Barboneia]

Armund walks in wearing a sharp blue and white pinstripe suit. He sits down at the bar and groans, ordering a bottle of hard cider.

A small plate-shaped robot drone drops one off. Byron seems to be using a laptop across from Armund.

He picks up the bottle and quickly downs it.
"...7 straight hours... of meetings.... with no breaks..."
He rests his head in his hands, moaning.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

A small plate-shaped robot drone drops one off. Byron seems to be using a laptop across from Armund.

He picks up the bottle and quickly downs it.
"...7 straight hours... of meetings.... with no breaks..."
He rests his head in his hands, moaning.

He chuckles and slowly leans away from the screen to make eye contact. "Meetings, truly the greatest horror the world has ever known since the world wars ended, right?"

[Torrocca]

(AGH I MISSED MY CHANCE TO YELL AT JAPPY FOR NOT MAKING A POST TO CONTINUE THAT STORY (also I voted for waiting til page 500)

Torr wanders into the building, grumbling about something.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(AGH I MISSED MY CHANCE TO YELL AT JAPPY FOR NOT MAKING A POST TO CONTINUE THAT STORY (also I voted for waiting til page 500)

Torr wanders into the building, grumbling about something.

(by the time we hit page 500 you'll be married and have kids

as in it'll be a long fucking time. i prefer a more measured time limit because honestly i've got nothing to do in this incarnation)

Saren grumbles past him.

[Barboneia]

He picks up the bottle and quickly downs it.
"...7 straight hours... of meetings.... with no breaks..."
He rests his head in his hands, moaning.

He chuckles and slowly leans away from the screen to make eye contact. "Meetings, truly the greatest horror the world has ever known since the world wars ended, right?"

"And you know what the meetings were about? EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ONE?!"
He holds back tears.
"...Whether we should change the logo from brown and white to grey and white."
He begins to sob uncontrollably. He picks up the bottle and downs the rest of it.

[Torrocca]

(AGH I MISSED MY CHANCE TO YELL AT JAPPY FOR NOT MAKING A POST TO CONTINUE THAT STORY (also I voted for waiting til page 500)

Torr wanders into the building, grumbling about something.

(by the time we hit page 500 you'll be married and have kids

as in it'll be a long fucking time. i prefer a more measured time limit because honestly i've got nothing to do in this incarnation)

Saren grumbles past him.

(You could help me out with that storyline I had going on so that I can finish it.)

Torr tosses the red ball his way, which he somehow got back at some point in time.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

He chuckles and slowly leans away from the screen to make eye contact. "Meetings, truly the greatest horror the world has ever known since the world wars ended, right?"

"And you know what the meetings were about? EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ONE?!"
He holds back tears.
"...Whether we should change the logo from brown and white to grey and white."
He begins to sob uncontrollably. He picks up the bottle and downs the rest of it.

Byron makes a completely blank expression and sighs. "That's, eh... horribly depressing. I would've snuck a phone in or something."

[Barboneia]

"And you know what the meetings were about? EVERY SINGLE FUCKING ONE?!"
He holds back tears.
"...Whether we should change the logo from brown and white to grey and white."
He begins to sob uncontrollably. He picks up the bottle and downs the rest of it.

Byron makes a completely blank expression and sighs. "That's, eh... horribly depressing. I would've snuck a phone in or something."

Armund continues sobbing. He eventually stops and twitches slightly, before collapsing out of his chair and to the floor, holding his stomach while convulsing.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(by the time we hit page 500 you'll be married and have kids

as in it'll be a long fucking time. i prefer a more measured time limit because honestly i've got nothing to do in this incarnation)

Saren grumbles past him.

(You could help me out with that storyline I had going on so that I can finish it.)

Torr tosses the red ball his way, which he somehow got back at some point in time.

(i meant something i like doing)

Saren stares at it blankly as it bounces past. Seeing as Saren does two legs now, it'd look weird for him to chase after it.

Byron makes a completely blank expression and sighs. "That's, eh... horribly depressing. I would've snuck a phone in or something."

Armund continues sobbing. He eventually stops and twitches slightly, before collapsing out of his chair and to the floor, holding his stomach while convulsing.

"That's just sad..." He sighs and resumes typing. "You know, I've inhaled bloody tear gas and I wasn't crying that hard."

[Torrocca]

(You could help me out with that storyline I had going on so that I can finish it.)

Torr tosses the red ball his way, which he somehow got back at some point in time.

(i meant something i like doing)

Saren stares at it blankly as it bounces past. Seeing as Saren does two legs now, it'd look weird for him to chase after it.

Armund continues sobbing. He eventually stops and twitches slightly, before collapsing out of his chair and to the floor, holding his stomach while convulsing.

"That's just sad..." He sighs and resumes typing. "You know, I've inhaled bloody tear gas and I wasn't crying that hard."

(The implication here being that it wouldn't be fun.)

Torr stops in his tracks for a moment after passing Saren and does a double-take. He looks absolutely dumbfounded as he asks Saren, "uhm... aren't you supposed to be on four legs?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(The implication here being that it wouldn't be fun.)

Torr stops in his tracks for a moment after passing Saren and does a double-take. He looks absolutely dumbfounded as he asks Saren, "uhm... aren't you supposed to be on four legs?"

(eh)

Saren scratches his head and shrugs. "The writer-guy had a big reworking thing and kinda removed four-legged ponies as we know 'em. Now everything's on TWO legs!"

[Torrocca]

(The implication here being that it wouldn't be fun.)

Torr stops in his tracks for a moment after passing Saren and does a double-take. He looks absolutely dumbfounded as he asks Saren, "uhm... aren't you supposed to be on four legs?"

(eh)

Saren scratches his head and shrugs. "The writer-guy had a big reworking thing and kinda removed four-legged ponies as we know 'em. Now everything's on TWO legs!"

(r00d)

"... And he can't help my writer finish up that little story he was working on at all?! What baloney!" Torr coughs, then mutters, "erm... I mean... gruff, heroic, Kingly talk... mutter mutter mutter... no fourth wall breaking here..."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(eh)

Saren scratches his head and shrugs. "The writer-guy had a big reworking thing and kinda removed four-legged ponies as we know 'em. Now everything's on TWO legs!"

(r00d)

"... And he can't help my writer finish up that little story he was working on at all?! What baloney!" Torr coughs, then mutters, "erm... I mean... gruff, heroic, Kingly talk... mutter mutter mutter... no fourth wall breaking here..."

(don't start sounding like scam here)

"He's too busy playing Ukranian video games, I think." Saren scratches his head. "What's a Ukraine?"