[03/17 10:32pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess manifests somewhere north, and comes in strolling after a particulary curious turkey-thing. Interesting.
[03/17 10:32pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty scuffs through the grass where she was not a moment ago. She's unkempt by even her standards - shirt half-untucked, waistcoat misbuttoned. No jacket. No hat.
[03/17 10:34pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess tilts her head, the Hat swinging from her back do just outside the silhouette. A hatless Z is most amusing, apparently.
[03/17 10:36pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty is being watched – she can feel it. She stops.
[03/17 10:37pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess thinks about the possible causes of a hatless Z. Not comforting, she shoves them away and grins at the nearby form. “Hello, dear. Wassit you're doin' there?”
[03/17 10:40pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty faces Third. “It's a day for drinking and clovers, I'm told. Looking for a four-leaf.” Lucky, maybe. “What are you doing there?”
[03/17 10:44pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess shrugs, notching the grin down just to be able to speak rather properly. “Turkey-watching. Things-watching. This-watching.” She points a finger at a nearby poultry-thing, and it turns into soil.
[03/17 10:47pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty stares.
[03/17 10:48pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty goes to toe at the patch of rich soil. She glances up, meets Third's gaze. “I see.”
[03/17 10:50pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess snickers. “Different, every time, you see? It's funny or amusing or bit interesting.” Unlike other things.
[03/17 10:52pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty says, “And what else are you doing, Third?” She angles her head. It's the sort of question a kind adult might pose to a five year old in a sandbox - except an adult wouldn't be so pointed.
[03/17 10:53pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess waves her arm at something in the distance, and it shoots up into a marble memorial of a mushroom cloud one hit with a oversized chainsaw. The action produces the hint of being.. strangely unfocused
[03/17 10:55pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess grasps herself. A bit. Lets the arms hang by the sides. Chuckling, and blatantly ignoring the precise nuance, she responds with a “What else should I be doing, dear?”
[03/17 10:56pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty says, “Listening.”
[03/17 10:59pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess tilts her head. And is still snickering at something that better would stay out of anyone. But her face seems noticeably less bright. This? Thrusts it aside.
[03/17 11:00pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty steps nearer to Third with a caged gait. Her voice is soft. “What do you hear.”
[03/17 11:01pm] This refuses the process.
[03/17 11:02pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess shudders like something rippled down her spine, her gaze turning into something that is now about the same, look-wise. Spine. Near that, far to near. Not amusing. Shoves it..
[03/17 11:04pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty is watchful - intent.
[03/17 11:04pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty asks, very quietly, “Is it what I hear?”
[03/17 11:05pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess can't. Her voice is the tiniest bit shaky, and the grin does seem contrived now. Like a mask. “You.. what. What is it what you mean I don't think..” She tilt her head, and the Hat falls off.
[03/17 11:11pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess reaches for the Hat. Can't.
[03/17 11:13pm] <DICE> Revenant Harlequin curiously peers down at the odd conversation from great height, first.
[03/17 11:14pm] <DICE> Revenant Harlequin whirrs a bit nearer as it seems both of them are to occupied with each other to notice the spectator.
[03/17 11:14pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty repeats herself, firmly, “What do you hear?”
[03/17 11:18pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess jerks. At. Each. Single. Word. As if they were hits. And each of them strains the already faint separation of things from her consciousness. It, clearly perceptable even, cracks.
[03/17 11:20pm] <DICE> Revenant Harlequin settles on a nearby treebranch, observing precisely.
[03/17 11:21pm] <DICE> Revenant Harlequin knows that sensation. Last time, it fled not to cause more of it. Now it stays, as it is undetected yet.
[03/17 11:24pm] <SPOON> Contestant Minten passes by. So this is fuzz-town. He listens as well, recognizing Zolotisty and the other one. Third. He resolves to stay silent for now.
[03/17 11:27pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess has no look for all the surrounding as she slowly and with idle expression executes the action of sitting down in a rather awkward way, her hand moving, interruptedly, for the Hat.
[03/17 11:29pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess speaks with blank face, as she pulls out a pocketwatch on its brazen chain. Unmodulated and emotionless, she parts and closes her dry lips staring at nothingness. “This..”
[03/17 11:31pm] <SPOON> Contestant Minten takes a step back. “Can I help” or maybe “hello” he'd have said. He shakes his head. One of those confusing things again, where you need to know everything to do anything.
[03/17 11:33pm] <SPOON> Contestant Minten frowns, and leans back on a tree, before deciding not to interfere in this as well, and just walks off into the Jungle.
[03/17 11:33pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty 's expression is inscrutable. The way she crouches next to Third belies the impassivity - it's a fluid, slow movement. Careful not to startle. She wets her lips. “Aye - that's what I heard.”
[03/17 11:34pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty thinks, '..among other things.'
[03/17 11:34pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty indicates the watch with a tic of her chin. “What is it?
[03/17 11:35pm] <DICE> Revenant Harlequin turns its scarred front side down where Minten just stood, then back to the two ladies.. well, true in one case for sure - where now is silence.
[03/17 11:36pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess would say “Not a timepiece” and leave it with that, but not now. “Not a timepiece. A stability watch.”
[03/17 11:39pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty 's ears flick. “And what will you do with it?”
[03/17 11:41pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess smiles wryly, almost - almost! - taking on the hint of hysteria again. “Look at what it says, I suppose.” She didn't. For quite some time.
[03/17 11:44pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty just nods.
[03/17 11:47pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess claps it open, half-lidded. Two arms are on the dial. Having held her breath, she now lets it flow. “And for all that.” The arms both stand at about three-quarters of their scales.
[03/17 11:48pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess nods thoughtfully as they stand still. The ticking is almost inaudible. All for nothing.
[03/17 11:48pm] <SPOON> Linnean Artist Calynx looks up from gathering a new sample for her new project. She watches the exchange - a little more worriedly at Third.
[03/17 11:49pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty works her jaw. She's tempted to suggest that Third wind the thing.
[03/17 11:50pm] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess ' eyes go wide.
[03/17 11:52pm] The longer arm suddenly jerks a bit up, down, once around the dial, back and then stands still where it began, trembling.
[03/17 11:53pm] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty lays her ears back quick.
[03/18 12:02am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty breathes out carefully.
[03/18 12:08am] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess rises a hand, and sighs, deeply. A projection is getting visible… a bit unfocused, but clearly recognizable. Pleasantville. Harlequin. Gorbert in his way. Third herself, and the Chaos thingy.
[03/18 12:09am] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess ' Improbable Chaos Shockwave blasting over the Island. Some things going slightly off-tact. Some things getting split. A few ones even getting broken. Something shifting and… ripping.
[03/18 12:12am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty 's eyes don't move from the image. “Calynx..” she calls with rising wariness. Let her still be here – let there be someone else here. Z rises with her fingers spread, hands held low.
[03/18 12:13am] <SPOON> Linnean Artist Calynx 's jaw drops open at the images she sees. The flower she collected falls from her hand.
[03/18 12:13am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty is watching Third now. Tense.
[03/18 12:14am] <SPOON> Linnean Artist Calynx makes herself a bit more visible. “I'm here Zolotisty.” She looks warily at Third.
[03/18 12:15am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth simply arrives looking thoughtful. He takes in the scene, and moves to kneel by Z.
[03/18 12:17am] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess sighs. The border has cracked. She stops, mid-motion of wiping the projection out of the air.
[03/18 12:18am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth looks worried, “I'm here, too.”
[03/18 12:18am] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess casts a glance at those around. Shatters.
[03/18 12:20am] <DICE> Revenant Harlequin does not like the air of that AT ALL.
[03/18 12:21am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty clenches her ears with a strangled noise.
[03/18 12:22am] <DICE> Revenant Harlequin whirrs nearer. That was… worse than the last time. Way worse. And the last time it didn't even catch all before fleeing.
[03/18 12:23am] <SPOON> Linnean Artist Calynx half-runs towards her friend, then half-recoils from what just happened.
[03/18 12:24am] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess is sitting on the ground one moment, frozen, then falls over.
[03/18 12:24am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth watches with dismay as his clannie fragments, and puts a hand out to steady Zolo.
[03/18 12:24am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty breathes shallow and quick as she lets go, aware of Tor and Calynx in her peripheral vision. She thinks it would be good to take a step nearer to Third, see if there's aught to see.
[03/18 12:25am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty can't. Ill, she steps closer to Tor.
[03/18 12:26am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth looks at Z, “Instructions?”
[03/18 12:27am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth puts a hand out to touch Third, ever so slightly.
[03/18 12:27am] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess disappears. Flickers back, each picture slightly off-tact with the previous. She reappears a few steps nearer Heidi's, with eyes open and beginning expression.
[03/18 12:29am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth says, “Z… Look.”
[03/18 12:29am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty hardly heard him. Instructions? Stricken, she watches.
[03/18 12:35am] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess vanishes again, a hint of a greenish flash accompanying this.
[03/18 12:40am] <DICE> Miniature Rosin stops on her way around the edge of town when she notices the flash and the assembled contestants. She pads over silently, looking at Z. “Third. Broken?”
[03/18 12:41am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty breathes, “I broke her.”
[03/18 12:42am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth speaks softly to Zolo, supporting her if necessary, “What just happened? Do you know?”
[03/18 12:43am] <DICE> Miniature Rosin frowns slightly. Broken Third, broken Gorbert, broken KK. “Can be fixed?”
[03/18 12:43am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth finds himself wishing he could call back his words. Times trickery holds no amusement today.
[03/18 12:44am] <SPOON> Linnean Artist Calynx quietly walks over to pat Zolotisty on the shoulder. She looks back to the spot where Third was, trying to understand.
[03/18 12:45am] <DICE> Revenant Harlequin clicks its wings against each other, sitting on the brim of Tor's hat quite suddenly, turning its front side towards Z.
[03/18 12:46am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty is unsteady on her feet. “I broke her,” she repeats. Surrounded on what seems like all sides, Z's impulse is to go. Impossible. She can't focus to leave or register faces.
[03/18 12:47am] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess appears.
[03/18 12:49am] <DICE> Miniature Rosin blinks at Third's sudden appearance, trying to piece together what's wrong with it. “Ears?”
[03/18 12:51am] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess is none, is many, is gone. Any splinter many glints.
[03/18 12:53am] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess dusts off her plain black dress, straightens it, tilts the regular top hat into a precise angle. Nods a wry smile towards Z - thanks - and simply passes out.
[03/18 12:55am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth reaches out, and a cushion of air catches her before she hits the ground.
[03/18 01:00am] <DICE> Miniature Rosin headtilts, begining to put all the pieces back in place. “Fur? Hat?” She smiles, pleased with herself for having found the answer. “Joker!”
[03/18 01:03am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth speaks softly once more, “Zolo.. the Watch. Can you still hear it?”
[03/18 01:09am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth gestures, and Third's unconscious form shifts on the cushion of air to a gentle reclining position, floating unsupported three feet off the ground.
[03/18 01:11am] Third's acknowledgment doesn't mean much. 'Broken, broken, broken,' is all that Zolotisty can think. Sick with herself and reliving his stare, Z hears Tor only distantly.
[03/18 01:11am] <DICE> Psychoceramic Third Sicpuess shifts a bit sideways, but lies still and remains otherwise unaffected.
[03/18 01:11am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty forces herself to listen.
[03/18 01:12am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty nods after a moment, a ghost of a gesture.
[03/18 01:15am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth nods, “It will be well. Perhaps the breaking is what was needed. Beleive that. Let's get her inside.”

[03/18 01:38am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty misjudges and tumbles from the air with a rush, narrowly missing the edge of a building. She lands in a tangle.
[03/18 01:41am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty doesn't move but to curl into a ball. This is not where she meant to go. This is not what she meant to happen. None of it – and what can she do? What can she do.
[03/18 01:42am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty hides her face in her knees and just cries.
[03/18 01:47am] <DICE> Revenant Harlequin seems to be good at finding people and things, but stays far in the distance.
[03/18 02:24am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty swipes her face dry with the heel of her hand and pushes herself up after some time. She leans over her lap. Closes her eyes, focuses on breathing – the air tastes like iron.
[03/18 03:04am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx emerges from clan hall to see Zolotisty crouched, eyes closed, radiating misery. All resolve forgotten, he is at her side. Touches her shoulder.
[03/18 03:05am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx says her name. “Zolotisty.”
[03/18 03:08am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty could have been struck, the way she jerks so hard under his hand. Her breath catches as she inhales. Alandre. It's Alandre, it's alright. She doesn't want to look at him. “Hullo.”
[03/18 03:09am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty will only see him - she knows.
[03/18 03:17am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx says her name again, soft. She needs comfort from someone now. He would.. I can't be him, he's told himself. But she.. He moves his hand gently on her shoulder.
[03/18 03:29am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty 's worked her hand into a fist. She holds it until her knuckles go mottled white then raises her head. He's a juxtaposition in the flourescence of the streetlights. Burred shadow, watery light.
[03/18 03:29am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx feels her pain tear at him. He can't.. not.. “Tell me,” he says.
[03/18 03:31am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty starts, “I can't -” And then her throat knots and what she can't do is finish her sentence, much less admit to anything. His eyes. Her stomach twists.
[03/18 03:32am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty tries again, thicker, “I can't fix any of this.”
[03/18 03:39am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx speaks, very gentle. “And it rips at you.”
[03/18 03:43am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty laughs, almost. There's heat pricking the edges of her vision again. “And at everyone else, seems like –” She breaks off and inhales sharply. “Broke Third tonight, did you know?”
[03/18 03:45am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty sniffs. “Couldn't have hurt him more the other night if I'd been trying.” Shudders. “Dragged KK into things. And him..”
[03/18 03:46am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx moves his hand, almost without willing it, to stroke the line of her cheek, and moves a small tendril of hair behind her ear. “Did you?” Third has seemed to be broken for a while.
[03/18 03:52am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty sucks in a breath and then his fingers are just below her temple and she's crying again, useless and exposed.
[03/18 03:54am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx breathes in sharply at the way she says, him. “Don't you dare blame yourself for him. He…” So much that he has no right to say. “He'd hate that.”
[03/18 03:56am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx cannot do anything else. He pulls her to him, and just holds her, feeling her whole body trembling against him.
[03/18 03:58am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx thinks.. A shoulder to cry on. I can be that for her. Everyone needs a shoulder, sometimes.
[03/18 04:01am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty knots her fingers in the loose fabric of his clothes. It's a long time before her breathing slows to ragged hiccups, then careful sighs. She tempos them to his heartbeat. It's all she can hear.
[03/18 04:02am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth climbs out of the speaker atop the Comms Tent, and drops nimbly to his feet. It took Misery Guts' help for him to find her.
[03/18 04:04am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth catches Alandre's gaze as he approaches, and nods, then simply sits on the bare earth beside them.
[03/18 04:04am] <DICE> The Insouciant Gorbert Vanhousserhoffen stands in the shadows, eyes narrowed, watching. He feels compelled to step out and aid Alandre in comforting his friend, bitter argument aside. And yet.. and yet something inside won't let him.
[03/18 04:08am] <DICE> The Insouciant Gorbert Vanhousserhoffen steps back, deeper into the shadows. He hasn't been himself in the last few days. Best not to get involved, or he might things worse.
[03/18 04:11am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth speaks softly after a long moment, “We are not children, Zolotisty. We are your friends. You are no more responsible for us, than we are for you.”
[03/18 04:11am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx simply holds her close, until the tears are done. Later, he will have this… She can stay until she chooses to move away.
[03/18 04:15am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty pulls away from him only when Tor speaks. She rubs her face dry and presses her palms together before her mouth, thumbs under her chin. “I disagree,” she says, husky.
[03/18 04:19am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth snuffs, “Will you claim responsibily for me as well, then? If the next time I meet with Horatio, he chooses not to restore me here, will that be your fault?”
[03/18 04:21am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty meets Tor's eyes. “If I'd bound you to do it, I suppose I might.” She draws her knees to her chest, curls her fingers so that her knuckles are aligned. “But it's not that.”
[03/18 04:23am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth agrees, “No. It's not. But neither is Third's problem, nor Harlequin's, nor even Gorbert's.”
[03/18 04:25am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty says, “It is though. I asked her. And I enlisted him. And I've lost him, and he..” She bites her tongue
[03/18 04:26am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty is out of tune and measure tonight.
[03/18 04:29am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth shakes his head, “Third shows every sign of being 'better' than she was before she broke. She was singing herself a lullaby the last I checked. As for Gorbert.. . you did not cause that.”
[03/18 04:34am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth asks softly, “Do you know that Rosin blames herself for Gorbert's infection?”
[03/18 04:38am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx says, “And as for Sessine, how to get him back… if you don't know what to do, if you need ideas, why not ask? There's… a thing I know he did at least once here… the flip chart is …“
[03/18 04:38am] <DICE> The Insouciant Gorbert Vanhousserhoffen shifts uncomfortably. So that's why she's avoiding him. He had his suspicions, but now he's heard it said out loud.
[03/18 04:40am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty might suggest Rosin isn't wrong to do if she were of a much more unpleasant disposition. She drops her hands instead and picks at a tear in her scarf.
[03/18 04:40am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx continues, ”..still sitting there in SPOON clan hall. It's called..” He hesitates, knowing the word will cause trouble but not knowing a better one, “brainstorming.”
[03/18 04:41am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth smiles briefly for Alandre.
[03/18 04:41am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty looks up. “Flip chart?”
[03/18 04:41am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty 's expression stills but there's a hint of distant humor to it. ”…brainstorm?“
[03/18 04:43am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx realizes that this will distract from talk of Gorbert's problem. But… that's probably a good thing right at the moment.
[03/18 04:43am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth suspects that getting Sessine back is only part of the problem, but aloud only says, “If Sessine had not been able to restore your Hearing, would you allow him to blame himself?”
[03/18 04:45am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx says, “You saw the flip chart when you were in clan hall for hajen's celebration. That stand with a pad of large sheets of paper, with a list of ideas written on it.”
[03/18 04:46am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty looks sharply at Tor. Metaphorical language might scoot past her, but logical analogies, those don't. If Zolotisty is to not bringing back Sessine as Sessine is to not restoring a sense..
[03/18 04:47am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty sighs thickly and turns her attention to Alandre to keep herself from saying something regrettable. She casts for the memor- ah! “Destroying February,” she says.
[03/18 04:49am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth suspects from her look that Z has missed his point, but lets it lie for now, and allows Al to change the subject, “Take over Manhattan?”
[03/18 04:50am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth suspects he's confusing placenames again, but doesn't care.
[03/18 04:51am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx says, “I think that was a later addition, courtesy of KK. But brainstorming is a way of getting a lot of ideas out of a group. The rule is, people suggest anything that comes into their heads..”
[03/18 04:53am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx continues, ”..no matter how crazy or unworkable it sounds, and no criticisms are allowed. Everything suggested gets written down on the big sheets, so everyone can see it.“
[03/18 04:54am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth nods, “We did that once, at the Twisted Spoon.. . though I think we were trying to tackle too much at once then.”
[03/18 04:56am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty begins to object. What if someone in the audience doesn't know the words mean anything? She didn't know, once upon a time. So what's the use of writing it down unless everyone can-
[03/18 04:56am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty stills.
[03/18 04:57am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx says, “What happens is, once an idea has been written, people don't stop to argue for or against, they move on and try to come up with more ideas. The discussion happens later.”
[03/18 04:58am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty knows it doesn't have eyes.
[03/18 05:02am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty murmurs, “Not like we have any better ideas,” when she really could seize Alandre in a hug or frame his face with her hands – it can't read. The wind cannot read. She's almost certain.
[03/18 05:07am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth asks, “Shall we try it, then? The Annex still stands, with room for everyone who wants to help.”
[03/18 05:11am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx says, “No. Not in a dwelling. IC. Or Common Ground. We want as many people as possible participating.”
[03/18 05:14am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty ruffles her hand through her hair, drained. “Improbable Central.” The Grounds mostly make her uneasy these days. “S'my vote.”
[03/18 05:14am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth nods, “When?”
[03/18 05:16am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx glances at Zolotisty. “As soon as possible, I should think. Maybe tomorrow?”
[03/18 05:17am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty nods.
[03/18 05:20am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth looks a bit uneasy, “There are other matters that will require my attention for a time, but I will contribute what I can.”
[03/18 05:21am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty smiles wearily. “That's the best any of us can do at this point, Tor.”
[03/18 05:26am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx smiles at Tor. “We want to get ideas from people who might not think they ought to say anything. I'm sure you'll have time to stop by, at least. Maybe something on the list will spark a thought.”
[03/18 05:29am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth agrees “At the least.”
[03/18 05:31am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx says, “Oh yes… I have some news for you, Zolotisty. Remember that contest you entered when you visited SPOON hall? Well, you won! Hajen's next weapon? It'll be named as you suggested.”
[03/18 05:32am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty blinks. Contest?
[03/18 05:33am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty realizes and laughs aloud, however briefly. “We were naming weapons?”
[03/18 05:33am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx says, meekly… “Just one.”
[03/18 05:34am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty grins. “I thought..” She shakes her head. “Nevermind. It doesn't matter.”
[03/18 05:35am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth looks puzzled as he tries to recall Zolo's entry, “Cross Stitching?”
[03/18 05:36am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx says, “Never mind, Tor. I expect hajen will be eager to show it to you herself.”
[03/18 05:40am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty gets to her feet.
[03/18 05:44am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth rises to his feet as well, and hugs Zolotisty briefly, “It will be well.”
[03/18 05:45am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty nods as she returns the embrace. “Mn.”
[03/18 05:47am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx looks at Tor. “No-one can promise that. But it will be… as well as we can make it.”
[03/18 05:48am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth steps back with a small smile, a nod to Alandre, and departs. Confident. Hopeful.
[03/18 05:49am] <DICE> The Soloist Zolotisty watches him go, then offers Alandre her hand. Quiet again.
[03/18 05:50am] <DICE> Questor Transcendent Tor NaGoth 's voice can be heard as he departs, “Not a promise, Alandre. A statement of Faith.”
[03/18 05:50am] <SPOON> Alandre Jeovanx takes her hand.