Holes/Session 46/raw

From Zaori
Apheori (GM): Is Gan here? I don't see him.
And gods dammit this spacebar sucks.
Guys? Hello?
Is this thing on?
Apheori (GM): DOES IT BLEND?
Gaurav: It is!
It does not.
Apheori (GM): Is Gan dead?
Frezak (GM): I think he was eaten by fruit.
Apheori (GM): Did someone kill him in his sleep?
Frezak (GM): Since fruit are people.
Apheori (GM): For being too much of a robot?
Gods dammit firefox is a moron.
It scales all the wrong things, and everything differently.
Because apparently adding 30px of padding is TOTALLY USEFUL when all I really want is to be able to read the damn text.
Gaurav: Is Opera any better? Either Opera.
Apheori (GM): Opera doesn't have any support at all, so I just upped the default zoom.
...which actually is a better experience than this.
Good gods.
Okay, everyone is here, my spacebar is shot, my screen is horrific, and I need to shoot someone.
Wait, that's my eyes.
Gaurav: o.0
Apheori (GM): Moral of the story, don't get a giant-arse monitor, get completely drunk, and wreck your keyboard.
Ganelon: If you're certain that you're in a state to do this, I'm here.
I won't judge you for calling a rain check on this, though.
Apheori (GM): Oh?
Because I'm totally not prepared and would love an excuse to put it off again. Except I'm not even sure what the excuse would be this time.
Frezak (GM): That means he likes you.
Excuse : Simba.
Ganelon: "I'm not prepared"- no it doesn't, Frezak.
Frezak (GM): You tease.
Apheori (GM): ...I'm never prepared.
Ganelon: "I'm not prepared" is an entirely valid excuse.
Apheori (GM): Maybe for other people. >.<
Gaurav: As is "I just don't want to right now"
Apheori (GM): Pfft.
Bear Soup Guy points the thunder stick
Apheori (GM): Everyone's here.
Ellemerr: Blame your keyboard? :P
Apheori (GM): We oughtn't waste this.
Apheori (GM) hisses at it.
Frezak (GM): Don't get spittle in it!
Apheori (GM): Um.
You all were leaving the ferret lady on the way to check out that really big tree and crap.
I forgot what time it is.
Ellemerr: There is time? O_o
Apheori (GM): Yes.
So you've been up like 60 hours at least, but you're elves so nobody cares.
Dorgin is basically on the way to the tree. Do you stop and rest?
Frezak (GM): The Hour Of The Slavering Dark
Gaurav: If by rest you mean go back to the pub with the annoying singer that Gravy buried and get roaring drunk/fall into the eldritch basement, then *yes*.
Apheori (GM): Or just occupy the guardhouse for the night again.
Ganelon: Everyone thinks we're guards anyways.
Apheori (GM): Point is YOU CAN REST IF YOU WANT TO, although this being 4e there's less reason to do so.
Ganelon: The /fool/s.
...Bah, stupid fingers.
Apheori (GM): You're not covered in chrome anymore. It's an understandable mistake.
And Gravy probably looks like an orcan to those who don't know what orcans look like.
Perfectly normal.
Ganelon: Wouldn't Radek look far too old for active duty?
Apheori (GM): Not for a lab guy.
Or something.
Too cranky to let the clueless new folks do the very important work...
Actually they'd have no idea and probably just go along with whatever so long as folks acted important enough. >.>
Ganelon: Man, I wish more civilians were like that in some of these other games.
Nobody takes orders from my gnoll unless they're terrified.
Apheori (GM): So terrify them.
Also, rest or not?
Ganelon: This also has a high probability of making them run rather than obey.
And also of getting me attacked.
Apheori (GM): Wrong planet, clearly.
Gaurav: Eh, why not. Let's rest in the guardhouse.
Ganelon: Sure.
Gaurav: If we were to rest, would we dream anything special?
Apheori (GM): Yes, but I can't tell you what because I didn't write it.
I'll... uh... do that now, or something. >.<
Important question - what's Radek doing tonight?
Ganelon: Something fairly tame this time, I think. Putting his research notes to paper.
Actual paper, no less.
Frezak (GM): We have PAPER?
Apheori (GM): Radek does.
The rest of you plebes?
Who knows.
Ganelon: Well if he doesn't, we're in a town.
Frezak (GM): What's wrong with your science future space tablet device?
Ganelon: Its battery time, mostly.
Frezak (GM): And you're telling me YOU can't recharge it?
Apheori (GM): Not paranoia about paper being more reliable?
Frezak (GM): We're all carrying energy weapons!
That only one of us use!
Apheori (GM): Well, foo. Nevermind.
Frezak (GM): And you're a scienceman!
Make a damn photovoltaic panel.
With beard wisps and bark.
Ganelon: You young'uns just can't appreciate a good blueprint.
Frezak (GM): Gravy's not young.
He's as old as graves.
Ellemerr: Amadi is very young.
She has a few blueprints in her pocket.
Ganelon: Oh, fine.
Apheori (GM): I suck at writing dreams.
Ganelon: If you're going to be so insistent that he act rationally about this, he uses the bloody tablet.
Apheori (GM): PFFT.
Frezak (GM): No!
Be archaic!
Go use your sticks!
Ganelon: Too late.
He's using the tablet now.
Frezak (GM): I have made up a grand total of two dreams.
And one of them didn't leave the involvees time to think.
Yay cheating
Ganelon: I've written a dream once before.
I think Ellemerr criticized it for being too distinct and/or sensory.
Which is pretty fair, I'll admit.
Frezak (GM): She's a real critic.
Ellemerr: I've written... some... dreams... yeah. *shifty eyes*
Frezak (GM): Addict!
Ganelon: As someone who doesn't remember his own dreams for even a second after waking up, it's understandable I wouldn't know quite what they're like.
Ellemerr: Oh, my dreams are nothing like the dreams I write.
... Except maybe that one dream Bartle had about running across a book, maybe.
Frezak (GM): Heeeeee
Apheori (GM): What the hell do avengers actually do in terms of magic?
Frezak (GM): They smite?
And hunt down.
Ganelon: They channel divine power.
Frezak (GM): Mostly smiting.
Ganelon: It's all about finding the enemies of their god and- look, you're basically batman mixed with an inquisitor.
Frezak (GM): HOAR
Gaurav: We can attack with radiant bolts of light type things, and we can swing mauls at people that uses WIS instead of STR and that are occasionally sparkly. I think?
Ganelon: Don't think too hard about the WIS instead of STR thing, that's just 4E's philosophy.
Gaurav: I see it as an attack that's sneaky and ... wise rather than direct and strong.
Ganelon: You're swinging a maul.
There is nothing sneaky about a maul.
Gaurav: This is true.
Apheori (GM): It's smiting attacks.
Thatś all it is.
So Radek's using his tablet? >.>
Ganelon: Yes.
Apheori (GM): Hmm.
Ganelon: He is scrivening (is this really not a word, Firefox?)
Frezak (GM): YES IT IS
Fuck you firefox.
Ganelon: Thought as much.
Frezak (GM): And brb
...aside from firefox, apparently. Screw firefox.
Ellemer: HALP.
Ellemerr: *flails*
Apheori (GM): ...yes.
Can you write a dream for me? >.>
Ellemerr: ... You know I usually spend a lot of time for that, right?
Who for? >.>
Apheori (GM): Uh... Greibel?
Mine are all terrible. You have a low bar. >.>
(From Ellemerr): I can't just make random dreams at the spot like that; I'm sorry. I need -some- sort of anchor (like the duck and stuff last time), theme, mood... And time is very useful, too!
(To Ellemerr): Bring back the chicken, but now a little worse for wear, and general theme of panic, loss, and/or horrible futures? But also hope.
(To Ellemerr): But if not, no worries. I can probably fudge SOMETHING.
Apheori (GM): Also, guys, really sorry about this. >.<
(From Ellemerr): ... Ugh, no. I've got nothing. Bleh. >.<
(To Ellemerr): No worries, and thanks for trying.
(To Ellemerr): He'll just get something about a gradeschool teacher or something.
Gaurav: No worries! I am excited for the visions.
Apheori (GM): I need a new keyboard.
Okay. new dusty keybaord.
Ellemerr: Heh...
Apheori (GM): Very dusty.
Argh, my fingers have no idea where the keys are. >.<
(From Ellemerr): Are you absolutely sure you want to keep going? Nobody will blame you if you call it a day, and yes, it is a shame to miss the opportunity, but as an RPer I like says, "sometimes potato happens".
Apheori (GM): I'm sorry.
Gaurav: I'm still here for another 1hr 40mins!
Ellemerr: ^_^; Go for it, dear.
Apheori (GM): Should I whisper them?
Ellemerr: Only if they contain things that ought to be kept secret.
Gaurav: You could whisper them and let us figure out if our characters would be up for sharing them.
(To Amadi): http://wiki.zaori.org/compendium/Dream_1340 http://wiki.zaori.org/compendium/Dream_1351 http://wiki.zaori.org/compendium/Dream_1352 http://wiki.zaori.org/compendium/Dream_1359
(To The Gravedigger): YOUR DREAM: http://wiki.zaori.org/compendium/Dream_1340
(To Radek): YOUR DREAM: http://wiki.zaori.org/compendium/Dream_1351
(To Greibel): YOUR DREAM: http://wiki.zaori.org/compendium/Dream_1352
(To Rhu): YOUR DREAM: http://wiki.zaori.org/compendium/Dream_1359
Apheori (GM): You all should have received a dream.
I apologise for that.
That was stupid.
Also, as a general note, Rhu wakes up utterly confused.
(To Amadi): And you think that could have gone better.
Gaurav: And checking his hands.
Apheori (GM): Whyso?
Gaurav: To make sure he still has fingers and does not have feathers.
Apheori (GM): Oh, right.
Ganelon: Radek up grumpy. Likely no-one notices.
Radek WAKES up grumpy. My gods.
(From Ellemerr): You did right to do it yourself. Good job, dear.
Frezak (GM): We don't notice the grumping but we tag on the typo
(To Ellemerr): Thanks. >.<
(To Ellemerr): I don't entirely believe you, though.
Apheori (GM): Rhu: This is one of the first proper dreams you've had in awhile. Certainly that you remmeber.
Gaurav: Huh.
If everybody is still waking up, Rhu will take out the Mask of Hairy Sight Amadi gave him and look at his hands and then at Amadi through them. Just in case.
Apheori (GM): His hands look hairy. Amadi looks huge and full of bees. Hairy bees.
Frezak (GM): Whew, everything is normal.
Amadi burps a bee, Winnie the Pooh style.
Apheori (GM): The bees settle down and then she just looks like a brilliant glowing hairy amadi.
Frezak (GM): Gravy scoots nonchalantly over to Radek.
The Gravedigger: Pssssst
Radek: ...What?
Frezak (GM): Out the corner of his mouth.
The Gravedigger: You remember the... thing that wasn't a shovel?
Radek: I'm not senile /yet/. Yes, I remember.
The Gravedigger: Do you think you could find it again?
If you were back in the region?
And by region I mean dimension rather than geographical location.
Radek opens his mouth to answer, then pauses and thinks about it for a moment.
Ganelon: OOC, I'm actually not sure.
We didn't exactly "find" so much as "stumble upon" it.
Apheori (GM): I don't know either. If that helps.
It's a definite maybe?
Radek: It's possible, but I won't guarantee anything.
The Gravedigger: thanks, Radek.
You're a peach.
Radek scowls.
The Gravedigger: OKAY.
Radek doesn't raise his own voice.
Radek: I have a question for you, as well.
The Gravedigger: YES? WHA- oops, what is it, Radek?
Frezak (GM): Man, I do like playing Gravy.
Rhu: What sort of eggs? Not ... chicken eggs?
Radek: How likely do you think it is that we will need an exceptionally powerful explosive before the dimensions are completely destabilized?
Amadi: Bee eggs!
Dawn walks in with a yawn and hands Gravy a trowel. It isn't one of his.
Amadi: Mmmmm, bee eggs...
Frezak (GM): Is it a good trowel?
Apheori (GM): Decent.
Not great. Probably matches the style of the area.
Also, I love Radek.
Radek: One capable of... for example, obliterating all life on an average-sized continent, and shattering its tectonic plate?
The Gravedigger: I believe that you have demonstrated an exceptional ability to resolve issues via application of sudden and potent forces. The bigger the better.
Frezak (GM): I pocket the trowel.
Ganelon: That's a reasonable metric, I'm sure.
(To Ellemerr): I completely underestimated the ability of dreams to influence characters. Putting ideas in their heads...
(To Ellemerr): I love it.
Radek: Hrm...
Radek returns to his own thoughts.
Frezak (GM): Gravy is clearly the person to ask about giant bombs.
Apheori (GM): He's perfect.
Ganelon: He's just asking if Gravy thinks we'll need such a thing.
The Gravedigger: (in Rhu's direction) ARE THEY INCUBATING?
(From Amadi): Why do you think I work so hard on giving my players all them dreams, eh? ;)
Frezak (GM): Gravy equips Amadi in his offhand slot and goes looking for eggs.
Rhu: I ... don't feel like chicken today, is all.
The Gravedigger: Ostrich?
Gaurav: Hee. Wouldn't Amadi's pockets contain all the eggs anybody could ever need?
(To Amadi): Because you smart.
Frezak (GM): Would you want them in your mouth, though?
Apheori (GM): You put her sandwiches in your mouth.
Or someone did, anyway.
Amadi: It was the best butter!
Dawn: Butter and beer.
We messed that up. Good thing it wasn't us.
Greibel: mmmmmm
Gaurav: Rhu did! It didn't end badly at all. Except for the whole falling-in-to-the-terrifying-basement thing.
Rhu: I think I might just skip breakfast today. I had a strange dream. About chickens. *shivers*
Apheori (GM): He also ate what Greibel gave him. Moral of the story: Do not trust party members?
Ganelon: That's a pretty sensible moral.
Frezak (GM): I'll go down to the Inn and see what food they do.
Swinging Amadi thoughtfully.
Amadi yells at Rhu while being swung about,
Amadi: It was only ONE chicken! It wasn't even very big!
Apheori (GM): Dawn runs after him, or possibly Amadi.
Rhu: ... huh? What?
Rhu scurries behind Gravy and Amadi.
Dawn: Two! There were two!
Rhu: You know about my dream? How do you know about my dream? What ... where was I? What happened to me? Why?
Frezak (GM): Presumably with screaming midgets the town now knows that we're back.
Like particularly deranged heralds.
Apheori (GM): Aye.
Gaurav: He tries to time his questions so he asks them when Amadi is facing him mid-swing.
Dawn: (mumbling) Or were there? Time is so funny these days.
Apheori (GM): Amadi: You going to respond?
Radek follows after the others, but he hangs back, still lost in thought.
Ellemerr: Sorry, yes. >.<
I was distracted. >.<
Rhu: (to Dawn) I ... was a chicken? I guess that counts as two? Um ... (he looks shifty-eyed to see if anybody apart from the crazy godlings heard that)
Amadi looks at Rhu as if he's asking questions far beyond her consideration.
Amadi: It was your dream!
Greibel is off in the distance trying to bend two sticks into something like a balloon animal
Apheori (GM): Greibel: d20.
rolling 1d20
Amadi: And it was only one chicken.
Frezak (GM): Greibel is now MVP for this game.
Amadi glares at Dawn.
Rhu: It wasn't just a dream if you were in it, was it? It must have been ... oh gods ... a vision. I hope it wasn't a vision. It was the last ...
Dawn: Oh.
Amadi: How do me being there make it anything but a dream?
Amadi rolls her eyes.
Amadi: Stupid.
Apheori (GM): Minimum viable product?
Frezak (GM): Most Valuable Peasnat
or Peasant, even.
Peasnat sounds like some slavic dish.
Radek: (To Amadi) Dreams are a poor forum for debate. If you have something to tell us, use your voice rather than invading our subconscious minds.
Apheori (GM): Greibel: The result is very balloon-animaly.
Radek: And I've built /plenty/, incidentally.
The Gravedigger: What, chickens?
Dawn: Dreams tell you what you already know, not anything new. They're the best of you, all you.
Amadi sticks her tongue out at Radek.
Amadi: I didn't invade squat. I was invited. Besides, it wasn't even me.
Dawn: Except when the
y're not.
Greibel: One time I dreamed I had a house made of gold!
Dawn: Wasn't me either.
Greibel: It was very hard to clean.
Radek: I certainly did not invite anyone.
Amadi: Well, you know best, of course. We all know that.
Radek: Hrmph.
Ganelon: If only it were true.
He simply knows the most.
Apheori (GM): You get to the inn and there's a lovely aroma of pancakes and something very meaty. A group of outlanders who look suspiciously like adventurers are also there.
And there's the innkeeper.
Ganelon: Oh, I have to ask.
Apheori (GM): And the bard is unconscious on the foor.
The Gravedigger: HELLO.
Ganelon: How many shady characters are here?
Frezak (GM): If there aren't at least 15 I am done with this game.
Apheori (GM): The adventurers are the shadiest.
Sorry. >.>
It's Dorgin, man.
The innkeeper asks if you're here for breakfast.
The adventurers eye you suspiciously, sizing you up. There are six of them, three in massive armour, one in a loincloth, and two in cloth. Two have hoods shrouding their faces. They're all a bit dirty.
Ganelon: I will give them suspicious looks right back!
Uppity adventurers.
Amadi burps a bee at them.
Frezak (GM): Gravy waves enthusiastically for a bit, then puts down Amadi and resumes waving.
And then plods up to the inkeeper.
Innkeeper: Hello again. What'll it be?
Apheori (GM): One of the armoured adventurers gets up and blocks the path of someone who isn't Gravy.
Whoever's closest. Who is closest?
Ellemerr: Me!
... Maybe.
I mean, I assume he put me down somewhere close.
Apheori (GM): Amadi: A rather large, stinky adventurer with questionable intelligence is glaring down at you.
He has a large sword.
Rhu: (to Innkeeper) Is that pancakes I smell? I'll have two!
Amadi looks up at the big adventurer.
Amadi cocks her head sideways, looking curious.
Amadi kicks the adventurer experimentally on the shin.
The Gravedigger: I'll have yer finest!
Ganelon: Human, I assume?
Dawn walks up to Amadi and stands next to her.
Apheori (GM): The adventurer yells angrily and tries to kick Amadi while getting out his sword entirely.
Ganelon: ...Well alright then!
Apheori (GM): Four humans, one elf, one... large black and whit guy.
Frezak (GM): A panda?
Apheori (GM): The large one is the one harrassing/being harassed by the midgets.
Frezak (GM): A zebraman?
Apheori (GM): Kind of like a panda.
But without the fur.
Frezak (GM): SOmetimes it's hard to tell who's harrassing who when it comes to midgets.
Ganelon: Either way, that sounds like trouble.
Apheori (GM): Amadi: What's your reflex?
Gaurav: If they try to kidnap the midgets, we might finally find out who's the better hostage.
Ganelon: Radek will intervene after this action is resolved.
Ellemerr: At L5 it was 16. I think I should've levelled since then, but I haven't. *shifty eyes*
Apheori (GM): Okay, the guy kicks at Amadi and misses.
He gets out his sword.
Ganelon: That would make it 17.
Amadi frowns.
Amadi: Are you okay? You seem upset.
If I had a sword like that, I wouldn't be upset. It's a very nice sword.
Frezak (GM): How's breakfast coming along?
Apheori (GM): He pauses, looking down at her, confused.
Ganelon: Now this is probably a dumb attack to use on a big guy, buuut...
Apheori (GM): Oh, the innkeeper went to go get the things from the cook or whatever.
Frezak (GM): Sweet.
Gravy leans his back and elbows on the counter and watches.
Ganelon: Radek prepares to use Thundering Armor on Amadi if the big guy actually tries to harm her.
Frezak (GM): He produces some straw from nowhere and chews on it.
Ganelon: He doesn't need his weapon out for that, fortunately.
Apheori (GM): Wait, why do I already have a character thing for Kyrule?
The large guy doesn't for now, instead just staring down at her for a rather long time. Finally, he just says, "Whah?
One of the others tells him to stop harassing the ladies.
Apheori (GM): That one looks like he might be the leader. He's short and in robes.
Frezak (GM): Everyone is short.
Am the tree amongst the wheat.
Amadi: ... Could I have it? I don't think I've got any swords quite that big. And it does look very fun!
Apheori (GM): He says, "Er..." and looks around uncertainly.
The others are just watching.
Frezak (GM): Gravy grins in what may be an encouraging fashion.
Amadi reaches out for the sword.
Apheori (GM): Looking completely dumbfounded, he gives it to her. It's considerably longer than she is tall, and weighs... a lot.
One of the other adventurers yells disappointedly, "Jalik!"
Another tells him to sit down.
Ganelon: Oversized sword acquired...?
Apheori (GM): I dunno if I should make her do a strength check, or just see what she does.
Ellemerr: Her str is 10. I'm considering how much to consider that myself.
Amadi: Woah! You must be very strong! This is much heavier than my other swords. What is it made of? You should've painted more feathers on the hilt! Not on the edge, of course. You want the edge to be heavy. Don't you? I dreamt that I was a sword, once. Except that wasn't really me.
Gaurav: Can't she grow extra muscles if she needs them? Or extra arms?
Ellemerr: I don't think so. But making the sword mysteriously lighter? Probably.
Orcan adventurer: Metal.
Amadi rolls her eyes.
Radek shakes his head and goes to sit down.
Apheori (GM): Meanwhile the cook brings Rhu some pancakes, and Gravy a huge plate of pancakes, eggs, and four types of sausage.
Amadi: Did you want something, anyway?
Apheori (GM): One of the other adventurers starts laughing and buries his face in the table.
The guy just stands there staring at Amadi.
Gaurav: Man, I wish I'd gotten sausages.
Dawn: He wants money and meat and kittens.
We could give him kittens.
Amadi: Oh? Oh! Thanks, Dawn, didn't see that. Why didn't I see that?
Dawn: He didn't see it either.
Amadi picks a tiny, red kitten out of her pocket. It's on fire. Smiling cheerfully, she holds it out to the man.
Amadi: Here you go!
(To Amadi): Actually he just likes fluffy things, and Dawn is completely wrong about the money.
Apheori (GM): Will this kitten do damage?
Ellemerr: You're the DM. I dunno!
Apheori (GM): Hmm.
Ellemerr: It won't to Amadi. :P
Apheori (GM): Heh.
He takes the kitten uncertainly, then, when it doesn't burn him, holds it happily to his face. It purrs.
Frezak (GM): Gravy gets to eating.
Apheori (GM): Several of the other adventurers look quite surprised at this.
Adventurer: Wow.
The Gravedigger: I know, right!
Four kinds!
Adventurer: Jalik likes kittens?
(another one) He's got to like something.
Ganelon: Actually, Radek will give these adventurers a proper look-over now.
Do any of them look wizardly?
Apheori (GM): The orcan with the kitten sits back down, putting and adoring his flaming red kitten.
Another tries to touch it and gets burned.
Ellemerr: Heeee
Apheori (GM): One of the robed ones looks a bit wizardly. The other, the leader, seems to be some kind of healer.
...that should have said petting, not putting.
Also I'll be right back.
Okay, I'm here.
Amadi goes over to Gravy and tries to steal some of his food.
Rhu orders a beer but stays at the bar, trying to make some sense of his disturbing dream.
Frezak (GM): It's really not hard.
Dawn sits next to Rhu and glances over at him expectantly a few times.
Radek approaches the table where the Robed Ones sit. He addresses the wizardly one specifically.
Radek: ...Excuse me. You have the look of a proper intellectual.
Gaurav: Rhu is very, very lost right now. He is in need of beers and enlightenment.
Rhu: (to Dawn) Yes?
The Gravedigger: (in a philosophical tone, to Amadi) Four kinds!
Robed adventurer: Yes? I've put thought into many topics.
Dawn: Yes? What is it?
Amadi: (with her mouth full of his food) Fouw hines!
Rhu: ... nothing. (goes back to thinking, then) Do you think we're important?
Radek: I wish to compare theories.
Ganelon: Radek is going to test this man, first.
With an exchange of arcane jargon.
Dawn: Yes? No. I... don't know. Important how? To what?
Robed adventurer: Indeed? Sit.
Apheori (GM): Arcana-off!
Rhu: Just. Important. I don't know. Like, with these Holes. Do you think we're going to save the world? Be big damn heroes? I thought that's what we were here for, but -- maybe we're going to fail. Maybe it'll all be for nothing.
Dawn: Why be here for anything?
Radek sits.
Dawn: Or you. What do you want?
rolling 1d20+16 Arcanababble
Apheori (GM): Radek: He's impressed, and responds with a string of babble that isn't quite as impressive.
Ganelon: Ah, excellent!
He's not terrible at this.
Rhu: I want to help. Them. (waves vaguely at the rest of the group). But my god has turned away from me. Whats the point of an avenger without a god? What if my dream was right? What if I just end up empty and alone, stuck in a universe that isn't mine rejecting a god who is a dick failing to fix a problem even my god can't figure out?
Gaurav: Oh crap, I need to leave in a few minutes. Sorry about the lack of warning!
I'll be back in an hour or so if you guys are still around then.
Ellemerr: I will be gone by then. I should leave soon, actually. >.>
Apheori (GM): I should go find you in boulder.
Ganelon: Radek is pleasantly surprised, and it shows in both his face and his tone as he continues.
Pretty much, he wants to talk about the Hole Problem with this fellow.
Apheori (GM): Heheh.
Gaurav: YES
Apheori (GM): Should we continue that while the others bugger off, or all just resume next time when I'm actually prepared?
Ganelon: See if he's tried anything himself, share discoveries (it's the absence of stuff interacting with residual magic!), and so on.
Aah, you can just come back to this.
Apheori (GM): Can everyone do next week?
Dig holes, fight demons, punch gods...
Bear Soup Guy: Sign me up
Apheori (GM): Sorry about the slow start today. I blame... mostly just alcohol, frankly. >.>
Ellemerr: It's fine. You had a grand recovery. :3
I got to throw Kitten at someone! I haven't even seen Kitten in... years. O_o
Gaurav: Next Wednesday sounds great! Now I have to run, so byeeeeeeee! See you all next week!
Apheori (GM): What's the story with that kitten?