The Liquid Wallaby - Midnight in Melanthine (Transition!)

[Torrocca]

(TNEL pls I just want to finish that storyline ;-;

I had so many awesome ideas for it and everything ;-;)

(and i've had ww1 on the backburner for like two years now)

(but you also have your own thread and everything for it

im restricted by the fact that this story im working on is sort of

y'know

on the tinellian continent)

[Crumlark]

Sa'ach reluctantly browses an electronics store, browsing the mobile devices. "Salcri's shopping list said I HAD to have one of these... boxes. Fuck me if I know the difference between them, though."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Sa'ach reluctantly browses an electronics store, browsing the mobile devices. "Salcri's shopping list said I HAD to have one of these... boxes. Fuck me if I know the difference between them, though."

A Melanth wearing a rather snazzy outfit wanders over to her. "Can I help you, ma'am? You seem to be lost."

He pauses before muttering. "Or in the wrong store..."

[Torrocca]

Sa'ach reluctantly browses an electronics store, browsing the mobile devices. "Salcri's shopping list said I HAD to have one of these... boxes. Fuck me if I know the difference between them, though."

(Jappy you're alive! :­o)

Torr shuffles his way into the Wallaby, wiping a bit of blood off of his face with a piece of cloth as he goes over to the bar.

[Crumlark]

A Melanth wearing a rather snazzy outfit wanders over to her. "Can I help you, ma'am? You seem to be lost."

He pauses before muttering. "Or in the wrong store..."

She is still rather dusty, but her government employ hasn't left her as penniless as before, so her clothes are nice (though not well kept). In addition to her natural big boned form, she didn't look entirely out of place in the store. "Er, yes ma'am. I need a cordless phone. Apparently, it is supposed to have pictures on it."

(Jappy you're alive! :­o)

Torr shuffles his way into the Wallaby, wiping a bit of blood off of his face with a piece of cloth as he goes over to the bar.

(No I'm not.)

He feels something brush up against his leg.

[Torrocca]

A Melanth wearing a rather snazzy outfit wanders over to her. "Can I help you, ma'am? You seem to be lost."

He pauses before muttering. "Or in the wrong store..."

She is still rather dusty, but her government employ hasn't left her as penniless as before, so her clothes are nice (though not well kept). In addition to her natural big boned form, she didn't look entirely out of place in the store. "Er, yes ma'am. I need a cordless phone. Apparently, it is supposed to have pictures on it."

(Jappy you're alive! :­o)

Torr shuffles his way into the Wallaby, wiping a bit of blood off of his face with a piece of cloth as he goes over to the bar.

(No I'm not.)

He feels something brush up against his leg.

(Jappy pls

we need to finish that Roman story)

Torr looks down to see what's brushing up against his leg.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

She is still rather dusty, but her government employ hasn't left her as penniless as before, so her clothes are nice (though not well kept). In addition to her natural big boned form, she didn't look entirely out of place in the store. "Er, yes ma'am. I need a cordless phone. Apparently, it is supposed to have pictures on it."

"I..." He muttered to himself. "Reiltam's pretty backwards... Anyways! Um, jas, I can help jou. I believe you are looking for a cellular phone? We have a large selection." He turned around and began wandering down the aisle, eventually coming across a fairly decent selection. Flip phones, more new-age smartphones, and a few types in-between. "Zhe newer, flatter models come with more features, but they cost more, and zhome people prefer pressing buttons instead of using a touch screen. Feel free to take a look."

[Crumlark]

(Jappy pls

we need to finish that Roman story)

Torr looks down to see what's brushing up against his leg.

(I am heartbroken. I know you put your heart and soul into this, but I think I'm not ready for that kind of commitment.)

It is a small dog.

"I..." He muttered to himself. "Reiltam's pretty backwards... Anyways! Um, jas, I can help jou. I believe you are looking for a cellular phone? We have a large selection." He turned around and began wandering down the aisle, eventually coming across a fairly decent selection. Flip phones, more new-age smartphones, and a few types in-between. "Zhe newer, flatter models come with more features, but they cost more, and zhome people prefer pressing buttons instead of using a touch screen. Feel free to take a look."

Sa'ach nodded, almost passingly able to look contemplative. Not that she knew enough about any of these products to contemplate them. "I'll take the better one." She said vaguely, putting her hand out with a fistfull of hundred dollar bills. "Will this be enough?"

[Torrocca]

(Jappy pls

we need to finish that Roman story)

Torr looks down to see what's brushing up against his leg.

(I am heartbroken. I know you put your heart and soul into this, but I think I'm not ready for that kind of commitment.)

It is a small dog.

"I..." He muttered to himself. "Reiltam's pretty backwards... Anyways! Um, jas, I can help jou. I believe you are looking for a cellular phone? We have a large selection." He turned around and began wandering down the aisle, eventually coming across a fairly decent selection. Flip phones, more new-age smartphones, and a few types in-between. "Zhe newer, flatter models come with more features, but they cost more, and zhome people prefer pressing buttons instead of using a touch screen. Feel free to take a look."

Sa'ach nodded, almost passingly able to look contemplative. Not that she knew enough about any of these products to contemplate them. "I'll take the better one." She said vaguely, putting her hand out with a fistfull of hundred dollar bills. "Will this be enough?"

(;~; it was only supposed to be for until a bit after the battle that was to take place ended ;-;)

Torr crouches down, picks the dog up, and begins to pet it.

[Ava Ire]

(Deciding we'll go with the ticking countdown timer of doom to the WW1allaby. Prep yer arses.)

(wait what?!)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Sa'ach nodded, almost passingly able to look contemplative. Not that she knew enough about any of these products to contemplate them. "I'll take the better one." She said vaguely, putting her hand out with a fistfull of hundred dollar bills. "Will this be enough?"

The assistant counted the money before shaking his head. "Should be, frau. Pick whichever one you like and maybe a few acczezzories, and go by the counter. Dahnk for shopping with us!" He said as he ran off to go help another customer... an elderly Arkadacian, from the looks of it.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(Deciding we'll go with the ticking countdown timer of doom to the WW1allaby. Prep yer arses.)

(wait what?!)

(You have until October 25th to wrap up your business in this thread. I might grant an extension if I get enough complaints, but we'll be moving within the next month or two.)

[Torrocca]

(wait what?!)

(You have until October 25th to wrap up your business in this thread. I might grant an extension if I get enough complaints, but we'll be moving within the next month or two.)

(Which is totally a good idea after the majority vote was to wait until page 500

yup

definitely)

[Barboneia]

(You have until October 25th to wrap up your business in this thread. I might grant an extension if I get enough complaints, but we'll be moving within the next month or two.)

(Which is totally a good idea after the majority vote was to wait until page 500

yup

definitely)

(Unlike that idiotic space station thread, we try and aim for quality posts that don't consist of *puts on hat* and other dumb shit like that. Do you realize how fucking long it would take to get to 500 pages? The WW2 thread got to around 280 I think and that took ages.)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(You have until October 25th to wrap up your business in this thread. I might grant an extension if I get enough complaints, but we'll be moving within the next month or two.)

(Which is totally a good idea after the majority vote was to wait until page 500

yup

definitely)

(by the time we hit page 500 i'll have graduated college at this pace

besides, you were the only motherfucker who confirmed their vote. i'm guessing most of those 4 came from 'lol i vote in poll for no reason' people. i'm willing to compromise and wait until page 150 or 200 if there's enough demand for it

EDIT:

Barb also summed it up nicely for me. It's not about how many posts we get, it's about when we're ready to move to the next setting.)

[Crumlark]

The assistant counted the money before shaking his head. "Should be, frau. Pick whichever one you like and maybe a few acczezzories, and go by the counter. Dahnk for shopping with us!" He said as he ran off to go help another customer... an elderly Arkadacian, from the looks of it.

Sa'ach nodded, deciding to pick accessories before the phone. Taking that opportunity to look through nearly the entire store without suspicion, she started at earpieces and edging towards the new customer to get a better look at them.

(;~; it was only supposed to be for until a bit after the battle that was to take place ended ;-;)

Torr crouches down, picks the dog up, and begins to pet it.

(*hugs* It's okay. We're in this together.)

The dog squirms soundlessly in Torr's grasp, not entirely cool with being picked up.

[Torrocca]

(Which is totally a good idea after the majority vote was to wait until page 500

yup

definitely)

(Unlike that idiotic space station thread, we try and aim for quality posts that don't consist of *puts on hat* and other dumb shit like that. Do you realize how fucking long it would take to get to 500 pages? The WW2 thread got to around 280 I think and that took ages.)

(It's not like I've been here since its roots in The Flaming Wombat or anything (which, mind you, was EXACTLY like that). Nope, not at all. Totally never, ever realized that.)

(Which is totally a good idea after the majority vote was to wait until page 500

yup

definitely)

(by the time we hit page 500 i'll have graduated college at this pace

besides, you were the only motherfucker who confirmed their vote. i'm guessing most of those 4 came from 'lol i vote in poll for no reason' people. i'm willing to compromise and wait until page 150 or 200 if there's enough demand for it)

(Or it could have been people who were going to confirm their vote later?

In any case I still say we should wait, because otherwise I'll never have time to finish what I started.)

[Torrocca]

The assistant counted the money before shaking his head. "Should be, frau. Pick whichever one you like and maybe a few acczezzories, and go by the counter. Dahnk for shopping with us!" He said as he ran off to go help another customer... an elderly Arkadacian, from the looks of it.

Sa'ach nodded, deciding to pick accessories before the phone. Taking that opportunity to look through nearly the entire store without suspicion, she started at earpieces and edging towards the new customer to get a better look at them.

(;~; it was only supposed to be for until a bit after the battle that was to take place ended ;-;)

Torr crouches down, picks the dog up, and begins to pet it.

(*hugs* It's okay. We're in this together.)

The dog squirms soundlessly in Torr's grasp, not entirely cool with being picked up.

(so

you'll respond to that last post right? c:­)

Torr pauses for a second, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a squeaky toy perfect for the dog, which he squeaks and shows to the dog. "There ya go, pal," he says, offering it to the dog.

[Ava Ire]

(wait what?!)

(You have until October 25th to wrap up your business in this thread. I might grant an extension if I get enough complaints, but we'll be moving within the next month or two.)

(Oh okay, I thought you meant we were moving, like, now)

(Which is totally a good idea after the majority vote was to wait until page 500

yup

definitely)

(by the time we hit page 500 i'll have graduated college at this pace

besides, you were the only motherfucker who confirmed their vote. i'm guessing most of those 4 came from 'lol i vote in poll for no reason' people. i'm willing to compromise and wait until page 150 or 200 if there's enough demand for it

EDIT:

Barb also summed it up nicely for me. It's not about how many posts we get, it's about when we're ready to move to the next setting.)

(Hey, that's really not a nice thing to say)

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The assistant counted the money before shaking his head. "Should be, frau. Pick whichever one you like and maybe a few acczezzories, and go by the counter. Dahnk for shopping with us!" He said as he ran off to go help another customer... an elderly Arkadacian, from the looks of it.

Sa'ach nodded, deciding to pick accessories before the phone. Taking that opportunity to look through nearly the entire store without suspicion, she started at earpieces and edging towards the new customer to get a better look at them.

The customer was old, for one. You could practically see the wrinkles under his fur, and his hair was a messy grey. He also had a few facial scars, likely a veteran of sorts. Despite his age, he was dressed somewhat youthfully, with a bomber's jacket on and several badges on the front of it. "What would you suggest for a ten year old? I'm getting my granddaughter something for her birthday..." He asked the assistant, seemingly looking at a variety of music players.

His eyes briefly went to Sa'ach with a quizzical expression before he examined her a bit more, an odd look of familiarity on his face before he resumed browsing the selection.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

(Hey, that's really not a nice thing to say)

(I use it jestingly, of course. The same manner I'd call my dog a loveable bastard.)

[Crumlark]

The customer was old, for one. You could practically see the wrinkles under his fur, and his hair was a messy grey. He also had a few facial scars, likely a veteran of sorts. Despite his age, he was dressed somewhat youthfully, with a bomber's jacket on and several badges on the front of it. "What would you suggest for a ten year old? I'm getting my granddaughter something for her birthday..." He asked the assistant, seemingly looking at a variety of music players.

His eyes briefly went to Sa'ach with a quizzical expression before he examined her a bit more, an odd look of familiarity on his face before he resumed browsing the selection.

Sa'ach saw him looking, and he likely saw her looking. The moment of secrecy was over, and frankness reigned.
In a few short strides, she crossed the store to the older gentleman. "Your name." She demanded quietly, so that only he could hear.

(so

you'll respond to that last post right? c:­)

Torr pauses for a second, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a squeaky toy perfect for the dog, which he squeaks and shows to the dog. "There ya go, pal," he says, offering it to the dog.

(Alright, do you have a skype? I can get this done on Skype. But NS... I'm barely on.)
The dog nips at it, holding the new toy between its teeth. At the very least, it can't bite like this.

[Torrocca]

The customer was old, for one. You could practically see the wrinkles under his fur, and his hair was a messy grey. He also had a few facial scars, likely a veteran of sorts. Despite his age, he was dressed somewhat youthfully, with a bomber's jacket on and several badges on the front of it. "What would you suggest for a ten year old? I'm getting my granddaughter something for her birthday..." He asked the assistant, seemingly looking at a variety of music players.

His eyes briefly went to Sa'ach with a quizzical expression before he examined her a bit more, an odd look of familiarity on his face before he resumed browsing the selection.

Sa'ach saw him looking, and he likely saw her looking. The moment of secrecy was over, and frankness reigned.
In a few short strides, she crossed the store to the older gentleman. "Your name." She demanded quietly, so that only he could hear.

(so

you'll respond to that last post right? c:­)

Torr pauses for a second, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a squeaky toy perfect for the dog, which he squeaks and shows to the dog. "There ya go, pal," he says, offering it to the dog.

(Alright, do you have a skype? I can get this done on Skype. But NS... I'm barely on.)
The dog nips at it, holding the new toy between its teeth. At the very least, it can't bite like this.

(no more skype for me ;-;)

Torr pets it some more and takes it with him over to the bar.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The customer was old, for one. You could practically see the wrinkles under his fur, and his hair was a messy grey. He also had a few facial scars, likely a veteran of sorts. Despite his age, he was dressed somewhat youthfully, with a bomber's jacket on and several badges on the front of it. "What would you suggest for a ten year old? I'm getting my granddaughter something for her birthday..." He asked the assistant, seemingly looking at a variety of music players.

His eyes briefly went to Sa'ach with a quizzical expression before he examined her a bit more, an odd look of familiarity on his face before he resumed browsing the selection.

Sa'ach saw him looking, and he likely saw her looking. The moment of secrecy was over, and frankness reigned.
In a few short strides, she crossed the store to the older gentleman. "Your name." She demanded quietly, so that only he could hear.

Pleasant. He looked over at her with a quizzacious face. "Connor Taithlach." The name might've been vaguely familiar, worn around the dog-tags of an Arkadacian guard during the Second World War. One standing outside of the tent where Sa'ach first met Adri. "... Are you the Reil girl the creepy kid brought in? ... Can't be right. You related to a Sa'ach?"

[Crumlark]

Pleasant. He looked over at her with a quizzacious face. "Connor Taithlach." The name might've been vaguely familiar, worn around the dog-tags of an Arkadacian guard during the Second World War. One standing outside of the tent where Sa'ach first met Adri. "... Are you the Reil girl the creepy kid brought in? ... Can't be right. You related to a Sa'ach?"

Sa'ach mulled over the name, and thought it of little consequence. "I'm sorry, had you mistaken for an old friend of mine." She started, considering what he had to say. "Ah no, can't say I ever heard of her. But she sounds handsome."