Romance ain't somethin' I'm partial to. My first (major) relationship ended so disasterously that I wound up driftin' through space for ten years. My second one ended in divorce, with me runnin' off to a monastery. I knew, even before Aeon, that romance wasn't somethin' that was for me, but I gave it a shot anyway. It's one of the reasons I was willin' to pose as a Companion... they don't get attached. It's about business. Sure, it's a damned lonely existence, but I'd come to terms with the fact that I'll be alone for the rest of my life anyway, and bein' alone tends to work better for me. I'm not opposed to takin' lovers, but anyone who's interested in me for more, I'd end up hurtin' badly. That's the last thing I want.
So, given all that, how in the hell did it happen, and what do I do about it? Td and I've been friends for a while now, stayed friends after him and Belize broke up. And while I've always been attracted to him, I never reckoned on us bein' anything other than friends, given how tore up Belize was over him, given how many women're chasin' after him, given that I value his friendship and don't want to mess that up with somethin' silly like romance, and given that I'm fair certain I'm destined to stay single. Sure, I flirt with him, but I flirt with anything that moves. So, really, how'd it happen?
Guess I always carried a bit of a torch for him, but I always knew nothin' could ever come of it, and I was okay with that. But in the last few weeks, he's been... Well, he's been askin' me to dance at the bar. And then he asked me on a date. A few nights ago, he busted out the dreaded "L" word.
Does it make me a horrible person for agreein' to date my friend's ex? Am I a horrible person for bein' attracted to my friend's ex? The situation with him and Belize was complicated, especially after I got mixed in, but I walked away before they ended it hopin' that maybe by doin' so, they could save their relationship. I know she thinks he left her for me, but he didn't. He had his own set of reasons, and honestly, I can't blame the man for cuttin' loose. I was there as he agonized over hurtin' her and as she wept over losin' him, as a friend for both of 'em... But he wasn't the only one who saw the change in her, and while I empathize with her and think I have a pretty good idea of what was goin' on in her head, I also know he did what was probably the best for both of 'em, cuz in the end, neither of 'em was happy with eachother for their own various reasons. And after that, they had a major fallin' out. I know that while part of her despises and resents him, another part of her still loves him, even if there's no way they'll ever get back together. There's still this part of me that feels rotten over what's goin' on now, but it ain't like any of this was intended.
So, horrible person or not, I went on a date with him. It was nice, a lot of fun, both of us all decked out in frippery. He took me to a bar and we danced. And danced. And danced. Then, he told me he knew who I was. My birth name, and origin. Did it in a way that made me realize he'd never in his life betray me, but it still scares the hell outta me that someone knows. Anyway, after that, he took me back to Blackburne and dropped me off at the bar.
There've been serious words spoken about hearts and love. Ain't like we're plannin' a wedding, cuz Lord knows I'd bolt if that ever got brought up. But he wants to take me out again. He wants to give it a go, try to see if we work out as more'n friends. And deep down, I want to try. Maybe I hate myself for it for Belize, but God help me, I want to try. But there's also the part of me that doesn't want love like that, that isn't willin' to take chances like that ever again, that doesn't want to get my heart broke all over again. And there's that part of me that cherishes his friendship and doesn't wanna ruin it and lose him over romance.
I'm so confused over all of it. I dunno what to do. All I know is, my heart says one thing and my head says another. Any time he's around, my knees start feelin' like they're gonna buckle, and I act a fool. Like when I took a burst to the chest on Hale's the other night durin' the Loyalists' attack - I wouldn't let him see my wounds, I didn't want him fussin' over me, and mostly, I didn't want him to see how much pain I was in. I'm like that with everyone, really, but it's worse with him. Like it'd be the end of the damned world if he saw me vulnerable or somethin'. And that's just stupid. I hate that he has that effect on me. And I hate that I feel like that 'bout someone, even someone who's worthy of it. And I hate that my heart wants to dash off into the sunset with him, but my head knows this'll only end in disaster. And I hate not knowin' what to do. Cuz right now, I'm torn 'tween throwin' myself into his arms and runnin' like hell.
Reckon I should just let it play out, see what happens. One way or another, one day, Belize'll come back from wherever she's got off to with that cousin of hers, and she'll hate me. Ain't much I can do to change that fact. But I think she already does hate me, so it don't change much anyway. Other'n that... Guess it'll work out or it won't. I just don't wanna lose him as a friend. Or have my heart broken for the third time.
21.1.09
20.1.09
Refined and Unrefined
Alliance Loyalists attacked Hale's Moon last night. I always seem to be there whenever those bastards show up. They tore us up plenty and took off with a lot of the town's supplies. We're gonna have to scrimp to get everyone by for a while. Or maybe somebody needs to put a Robin Hood job together. I'd love to wreck those bastards, but we don't have enough intel to get our revenge. Yet. Maybe I should tap some of my resources to see what I can turn up.
Got a new fellow in town. Ben Bigboots. Dunno what his story is, 'cept that he's got Bowden's Malady and he's hurtin' somethin' fierce for a reliable supply of Pascaline D. He's the mysterious sort, don't say much, but you can tell he's just sittin' back and takin' it all in, tryin' to figure things out... Who can be trusted, who can't, and the general way of things out on our little rim world. Ain't sure I trust him yet, but his heart seems to be in the right place. The colors don't lie, but I see darkness there, too, and I need to find out what that's about before I'll trust him further than I can throw a piano.
Dunno what he thinks of me. Seems like every time I open my mouth, he gets this bewildered look on his face, like he thought he had me figured, then I turned it upside down on him, and he's gotta start over from scratch. Honestly, I don't rightly know what everyone else thinks of me, either, anymore. I don't even know what to think of me. I came back from the monastery different, and I can't help but reckon people're scratchin' their heads tryin' to figure out whether I've gone bibbledy, or what.
I feel like I'm caught between two selves, the self I've been since I left Persephone, the scrappin', take-no-shit-or-prisoners hellion, and the refined, reserved, well-mannered lady I gotta be as a Companion. I've been slippin' out of the Companion more and more 'round town and more back into my old self. I think it's because nobody in town sees me as a Companion, or because I'm useless as a Companion, except when I'm on the job. Even then, it feels like a lie, because I'm there for information. I turned away from that life of luxury and fancy things and bein' a lady a long time ago. I coulda been happy in it before, but now I know better 'bout a great many things, and I could never be happy sittin' on a pedestal lookin' pretty and watchin' as the world passed me by. I'd rather jump in and be up to my neck in the mess. Ain't sayin' I don't wanna keep on with my assignment, cuz I wouldn't turn my back on the brotherhood, and I've been able to get some valuable intel doin' what I am. Just sayin' that, lookin' back and knowin' now, firsthand, what my life mighta been if I'd stayed, I'm glad things went the way they did. Reckon I just need to find a happy medium between bein' a hellion and a Companion.
Got a new fellow in town. Ben Bigboots. Dunno what his story is, 'cept that he's got Bowden's Malady and he's hurtin' somethin' fierce for a reliable supply of Pascaline D. He's the mysterious sort, don't say much, but you can tell he's just sittin' back and takin' it all in, tryin' to figure things out... Who can be trusted, who can't, and the general way of things out on our little rim world. Ain't sure I trust him yet, but his heart seems to be in the right place. The colors don't lie, but I see darkness there, too, and I need to find out what that's about before I'll trust him further than I can throw a piano.
Dunno what he thinks of me. Seems like every time I open my mouth, he gets this bewildered look on his face, like he thought he had me figured, then I turned it upside down on him, and he's gotta start over from scratch. Honestly, I don't rightly know what everyone else thinks of me, either, anymore. I don't even know what to think of me. I came back from the monastery different, and I can't help but reckon people're scratchin' their heads tryin' to figure out whether I've gone bibbledy, or what.
I feel like I'm caught between two selves, the self I've been since I left Persephone, the scrappin', take-no-shit-or-prisoners hellion, and the refined, reserved, well-mannered lady I gotta be as a Companion. I've been slippin' out of the Companion more and more 'round town and more back into my old self. I think it's because nobody in town sees me as a Companion, or because I'm useless as a Companion, except when I'm on the job. Even then, it feels like a lie, because I'm there for information. I turned away from that life of luxury and fancy things and bein' a lady a long time ago. I coulda been happy in it before, but now I know better 'bout a great many things, and I could never be happy sittin' on a pedestal lookin' pretty and watchin' as the world passed me by. I'd rather jump in and be up to my neck in the mess. Ain't sayin' I don't wanna keep on with my assignment, cuz I wouldn't turn my back on the brotherhood, and I've been able to get some valuable intel doin' what I am. Just sayin' that, lookin' back and knowin' now, firsthand, what my life mighta been if I'd stayed, I'm glad things went the way they did. Reckon I just need to find a happy medium between bein' a hellion and a Companion.
19.1.09
He knows my name...
It's been so hectic lately. Hasn't been much time to stop and reflect on anything. What with the bots attacking town openly, and now the gorram Alliance Loyalists attacking Hale's Moon.... My focus keeps ending up at one thought, though. That he knows my name.
It's been eleven years since I was her, since I ran like hell. Nobody's put two and two together in eleven years. Guess the Reverie did a better job on me than I ever coulda hoped. I hadn't even thought about back then, about him, in such a long time. Just one of those things that gets pushed aside in the midst of life.
And then, I was in his arms, and he said my name, and the world dropped out from under me. I gotta wonder how he found out. Did he want to find out more about me, or just run across an old wanted bulletin on the cortex and recognize the eleven-years younger me? God, he knew so much. What I was, who my family was... and my name.
Dunno if I'll get over this. At least it's somethin' to distract me from the bullet holes.
It's been eleven years since I was her, since I ran like hell. Nobody's put two and two together in eleven years. Guess the Reverie did a better job on me than I ever coulda hoped. I hadn't even thought about back then, about him, in such a long time. Just one of those things that gets pushed aside in the midst of life.
And then, I was in his arms, and he said my name, and the world dropped out from under me. I gotta wonder how he found out. Did he want to find out more about me, or just run across an old wanted bulletin on the cortex and recognize the eleven-years younger me? God, he knew so much. What I was, who my family was... and my name.
Dunno if I'll get over this. At least it's somethin' to distract me from the bullet holes.
1.12.08
Letters from the Wasteland
My Dear Friends,
Between the failure of my marriage, what I consider to be the loss of two close friends, and the heavy losses at and destruction of Hale's Moon, I find myself drowning in sadness and loss. It's for that reason I've decided to take a hiatus - I will be spending this time in a monastery in deep reflection, searching for inner peace and acceptance of all these events and others so I can move forward with my life.
I hope you are all well during my absence - Each of you is in my thoughts and prayers, and in my heart, at every moment of every day. I'll return, hopefully a happier and less broken person, I just don't know how long it will take. Please understand that this is something I need to do.
Imrhien
((OOC Note: My own reasons for taking a break are very similar to Imrhien's. I am in too much emotional pain right now over many things which have transpired. I need to take a few steps back from it all in order to see a clear path around. I need to get past it all, and I need to remember how to be happy. I sincerely apologize to anyone who has been hurt by my recent emotional instability - I cannot make excuses for my behavior, I can only apologize, hope for forgiveness, try to move on, and try to find some inner peace. --D.))
Between the failure of my marriage, what I consider to be the loss of two close friends, and the heavy losses at and destruction of Hale's Moon, I find myself drowning in sadness and loss. It's for that reason I've decided to take a hiatus - I will be spending this time in a monastery in deep reflection, searching for inner peace and acceptance of all these events and others so I can move forward with my life.
I hope you are all well during my absence - Each of you is in my thoughts and prayers, and in my heart, at every moment of every day. I'll return, hopefully a happier and less broken person, I just don't know how long it will take. Please understand that this is something I need to do.
Imrhien
((OOC Note: My own reasons for taking a break are very similar to Imrhien's. I am in too much emotional pain right now over many things which have transpired. I need to take a few steps back from it all in order to see a clear path around. I need to get past it all, and I need to remember how to be happy. I sincerely apologize to anyone who has been hurt by my recent emotional instability - I cannot make excuses for my behavior, I can only apologize, hope for forgiveness, try to move on, and try to find some inner peace. --D.))
30.11.08
Profile Memories
Re: my skills as a pilot -
Imrhien Fargis: I got confused about the coordinates.
Imrhien Fargis: Wash I ain't.
Nack Barnes: Imrhien is a leaf in a tornado.
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Kent Baker: Okay, and i'm sorry you've been forced into the role of my new life/spiritual guru.
Imrhien Fargis: I'm a guru?
Imrhien Fargis: is that better than a bff?
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Lauralai Toland: And you know what? If you piss Imrhien off, it's usually for a good reason.
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Aeon Voom: thats...fluffy hair..
Imrhien Fargis nods.
Aeon Voom: very fluffy
Imrhien Fargis cracks up.
You: too much with teh fluff?
Aeon Voom: did i mentioned that your hair is fluffeh?
You: hm, no, I don't think so.
Aeon Voom: your hair is very fluffy
Aeon Voom: distracting me totally
Imrhien Fargis rolls around on the ground lauging.
You: Seana!
You: Aeon doesn't like my hair!
Seana Kawanishi giggles
Aeon Voom: look seana..her hair is fluffeh
Imrhien Fargis fucking dies laughing.
Seana Kawanishi plays with Immeh's hair
You: I don't think he likes my hair.
Aeon Voom: oh i do
Aeon Voom: but its distracting me a bit
Aeon Voom: did i said that is very fluffy?
You: distracting you how?
Aeon Voom: distracting my cuz of its fluffiness
Imrhien Fargis nods. "yeah, once.. maybe twice... perhaps once every 30 seconds for the last 10 minutes...."
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Lorie Lilliehook wants a bazooka!
Nack Barnes: No bazooka!
Lorie Lilliehook pouts.
Lorie Lilliehook: Can I have the chainsaw then?
Nack Barnes: No pouting either.
Nack Barnes chuckles, "What would you do with a chainsaw, sweetie?"
Lorie Lilliehook: Um.. cut people up?
You: tell him you wanna be able to chop firewood very efficiently.
You: And the bazooka's for STARTING the fire.
You: Very romantical.
Imrhien Fargis nods.
Iggy Mimulus fights a giggle
Lorie Lilliehook looks at Nack, all serious-like, "I want the chainsaw to chop firewood very efficiently. *nods* Really."
Nack Barnes: Firewood. Yes, we have a lot of firewood cutting needin' to be done. Here on this DESERT MOON.
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Imrhien Fargis thinks Lorie should definitely get that chainsaw so we can go take care of her "Oops, did I cut your arm off with the chainsaw?" list and my "Oops, did I beat your brains into pulp with my frying pan?" list.
Lorie Lilliehook laughs, "Yes!"
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Amyla Wakowski: sheesh, that bitch is so deformed
Amyla Wakowski: her face creeps me out
Imrhien Fargis: she's got like Jay Leno Jaw From Hell!
Imrhien Fargis resists the urge to pop one of her tits and watch her go PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT all across the room!
Amyla Wakowski: oh God.
Amyla Wakowski: from her Interests tab, under Skills: building railways and designing gorgeous female shapes, what a combo ;)
Amyla Wakowski shudders.
Amyla Wakowski: I hope she's better at railways, cos...
Amyla Wakowski just points.
Imrhien Fargis just fucking dies!
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Archer Bleich: FUCK I JUST KILLED MY SELF WITH CRABS
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Neutrino Nightfire: I'll try not to think about it while I'm doing my interview
Neutrino Nightfire: :: crosses fingers ::
Neutrino Nightfire: Because you know saying "quantum physics this, computer that, bubble bath" sounds so unimpressive
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mcajabberwocky Tuck: your fake cow is a dick and trying to shake me for some cash
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Imrhien's Pet Leet, OOM: i r ub3r
Pariah Urriah: I'm not good at reading leet-speak but I think your leet is rubber?
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Mod Yokosuka looks around firefly trying to find the mind control device that makes us all want to go get with someone
Imrhien Fargis: it's the green water.
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Imrhien Fargis: if I don't respond right away, it's cuz I'm in photoshop trying to make a sign that says NO TRESPASSING! Violators will be shot, survivors will be shot again!" in mandarin
Mod Yokosuka: sigh
Mod Yokosuka: its gona end up saying something like I have a sixth toe.
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Amyla Wakowski: CAPSLOCK OF EXASPERATION?
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Neutrino Nightfire blushes as he eavesdrops and spills spaghetti into his keyboardcompletelykillingthespacebar
Imrhien Fargis: OMG
Imrhien Fargis: NOT THE SPACEBAR!
Neutrino Nightfire: caplockofconcern?
Imrhien Fargis nods
Neutrino Nightfire: /mecovetsImmsspaces
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Amyla Wakowski can't type.
Amyla Wakowski: TYPOS OF INCOHERENT RAGE
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LilyBell Snoodle: Him a sweet mofo huh.
Imrhien Fargis falls over.
LilyBell Snoodle: Don't say the word "fuck". You supposed to say "jeffers".
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Mod's Pet Leet: do u luv m3?
You: Mod...
Mod Yokosuka: yes
You: I thought you hated leets?
Amyla Wakowski: he's in exposure therapy
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Nack Barnes: Who the fuck came up with the idea of putting SLAW on a bbq sandwich?
Nack Barnes: Gorram yankees could fuck up a wet dream.
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Mannheim Collas: I'm bored without my GF
Sage Venkman: have you tried masturbation?
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Imrhien Fargis: You mean... like... why do we laugh? or why do we laugh at something specific?
Ash Lutwag: hooo it's toooo late for questions like that
Imrhien Fargis: on the contrary, better to ask that late than early.
Imrhien Fargis: I can't do philosophy first thing in the mornin'.
Ash Lutwag: while my brain is foggy?
Ash Lutwag: well 1st comes coffee then life.
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Cobb Compton: (( takin forever forr DCS to load - it's loading just slower than tryin' to plunge a 15 pound turd down a water savin toilet ))
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Imrhien Fargis: Like, I have warm fuzzy feelings. It's gross. I could wear pink right now.
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Aeon Voom: you got a real temper. and you got the skills to mess with teh best in teh sim
Aeon Voom: if someone pisses you off you most likely get the person down
Imrhien Fargis: And if not.... I can just yell at them til my wounded timer pops.
Aeon Voom: with your extraordinary potty mouth?
Imrhien Fargis nods.
Imrhien Fargis: nothin' says "verbal ass whoopin'" like dropping the F-bomb eleventy billion times in one sentence.
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You: I could give you SO MANY landmarks.
Nack Barnes: She does that. Hands out landmarks. Landmarks Of $L Destruction!
Lorie Lilliehook: She really does General.
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Krenshar Magic: Looking very sexy today Mrs Immi
You:I think I'mna wear this and use the frying pan next time the alliance attacks.
You: Maybe I can make that one guy pee again.
Krenshar Magic: ((thats not fair lol))
You: ((*cracks up!*))
You: ((all's fair in love and war!))
Aeon Voom adds "inhumane psychological warfare" to her alliance record
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Tdstraitjacket Manamiko: what our firefly sims need is.... a legal system
Tdstraitjacket Manamiko: you could always put [them] on trial
Imrhien Fargis: I thought Lorie was our legal system.
Tdstraitjacket Manamiko: death by flame thrower isnt a legal system haha
Imrhien Fargis: sure it is!
Imrhien Fargis: you see how much crime we have in Blackburne?
Tdstraitjacket Manamiko: yah true
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Nack Barnes hands Neutrino the silver medal of utter silence destruction.
Nack Barnes is glad someone spoke finally. His hands were shaking from the need to fill the silence but was also consumed by a curiosity to how long silence could last.
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Jayne Szondi: It's just one of those things like... peeing yer pants in dark slacks. Gives a nice warm feeling but no one really is likely to notice.
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Imrhien Fargis SQUEEEEES happily for Amy and Chol!!
Tillery Woodhen: OMG!
Tillery Woodhen totally loses butch points and SQUEES as well!
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You: also, I'm like super slow on the uptake tonight
You: cuz I'm tired. And insane. And listening to Yanni.
Cholgosh Swindlehurst: Bein' in a coma will do that to a person.
You: As an afterthought, "insane" and "listening to yanni" are kind of the same thing.
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Imrhien Fargis puts on Type O so she doesn't lose her mind and start eating people, because Avril Lavigne's music is the 2nd leading cause of Reaverism.
Neutrino Nightfire: After Abba, I presume.
Imrhien Fargis nods.
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Meyers Thalheimer: hrm.. Mod could start an entirely new career.. walking message board.
AlisonLynn Haystack: rent box space?
Pariah Urriah: but I agree on the dry erease, because if we have to tack messages to him he could get holey
Imrhien Fargis can't imagine Mod being Holy. Just... can't. She'd have a crisis of faith.
Pariah Urriah: he'd be holey-er than thou, and that would just be annoying
Pariah Urriah has a few pairs of underwear that is so holey it looks like it just descended from Heaven
Imrhien Fargis: so holey that you could chop 'em up and serve 'em as communion?
Pariah Urriah: take this underwear, as a symbol of .. um
Gray Beam: only if they are edible ....
Pariah Urriah laughs, Gray
Gray Beam: uh, I mean....
Imrhien Fargis: Eucharistic Undies.
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Imrhien Fargis: I got confused about the coordinates.
Imrhien Fargis: Wash I ain't.
Nack Barnes: Imrhien is a leaf in a tornado.
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Kent Baker: Okay, and i'm sorry you've been forced into the role of my new life/spiritual guru.
Imrhien Fargis: I'm a guru?
Imrhien Fargis: is that better than a bff?
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Lauralai Toland: And you know what? If you piss Imrhien off, it's usually for a good reason.
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Aeon Voom: thats...fluffy hair..
Imrhien Fargis nods.
Aeon Voom: very fluffy
Imrhien Fargis cracks up.
You: too much with teh fluff?
Aeon Voom: did i mentioned that your hair is fluffeh?
You: hm, no, I don't think so.
Aeon Voom: your hair is very fluffy
Aeon Voom: distracting me totally
Imrhien Fargis rolls around on the ground lauging.
You: Seana!
You: Aeon doesn't like my hair!
Seana Kawanishi giggles
Aeon Voom: look seana..her hair is fluffeh
Imrhien Fargis fucking dies laughing.
Seana Kawanishi plays with Immeh's hair
You: I don't think he likes my hair.
Aeon Voom: oh i do
Aeon Voom: but its distracting me a bit
Aeon Voom: did i said that is very fluffy?
You: distracting you how?
Aeon Voom: distracting my cuz of its fluffiness
Imrhien Fargis nods. "yeah, once.. maybe twice... perhaps once every 30 seconds for the last 10 minutes...."
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Lorie Lilliehook wants a bazooka!
Nack Barnes: No bazooka!
Lorie Lilliehook pouts.
Lorie Lilliehook: Can I have the chainsaw then?
Nack Barnes: No pouting either.
Nack Barnes chuckles, "What would you do with a chainsaw, sweetie?"
Lorie Lilliehook: Um.. cut people up?
You: tell him you wanna be able to chop firewood very efficiently.
You: And the bazooka's for STARTING the fire.
You: Very romantical.
Imrhien Fargis nods.
Iggy Mimulus fights a giggle
Lorie Lilliehook looks at Nack, all serious-like, "I want the chainsaw to chop firewood very efficiently. *nods* Really."
Nack Barnes: Firewood. Yes, we have a lot of firewood cutting needin' to be done. Here on this DESERT MOON.
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Imrhien Fargis thinks Lorie should definitely get that chainsaw so we can go take care of her "Oops, did I cut your arm off with the chainsaw?" list and my "Oops, did I beat your brains into pulp with my frying pan?" list.
Lorie Lilliehook laughs, "Yes!"
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Amyla Wakowski: sheesh, that bitch is so deformed
Amyla Wakowski: her face creeps me out
Imrhien Fargis: she's got like Jay Leno Jaw From Hell!
Imrhien Fargis resists the urge to pop one of her tits and watch her go PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT all across the room!
Amyla Wakowski: oh God.
Amyla Wakowski: from her Interests tab, under Skills: building railways and designing gorgeous female shapes, what a combo ;)
Amyla Wakowski shudders.
Amyla Wakowski: I hope she's better at railways, cos...
Amyla Wakowski just points.
Imrhien Fargis just fucking dies!
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Archer Bleich: FUCK I JUST KILLED MY SELF WITH CRABS
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Neutrino Nightfire: I'll try not to think about it while I'm doing my interview
Neutrino Nightfire: :: crosses fingers ::
Neutrino Nightfire: Because you know saying "quantum physics this, computer that, bubble bath" sounds so unimpressive
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mcajabberwocky Tuck: your fake cow is a dick and trying to shake me for some cash
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Imrhien's Pet Leet, OOM: i r ub3r
Pariah Urriah: I'm not good at reading leet-speak but I think your leet is rubber?
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Mod Yokosuka looks around firefly trying to find the mind control device that makes us all want to go get with someone
Imrhien Fargis: it's the green water.
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Imrhien Fargis: if I don't respond right away, it's cuz I'm in photoshop trying to make a sign that says NO TRESPASSING! Violators will be shot, survivors will be shot again!" in mandarin
Mod Yokosuka: sigh
Mod Yokosuka: its gona end up saying something like I have a sixth toe.
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Amyla Wakowski: CAPSLOCK OF EXASPERATION?
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Neutrino Nightfire blushes as he eavesdrops and spills spaghetti into his keyboardcompletelykillingthespacebar
Imrhien Fargis: OMG
Imrhien Fargis: NOT THE SPACEBAR!
Neutrino Nightfire: caplockofconcern?
Imrhien Fargis nods
Neutrino Nightfire: /mecovetsImmsspaces
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Amyla Wakowski can't type.
Amyla Wakowski: TYPOS OF INCOHERENT RAGE
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LilyBell Snoodle: Him a sweet mofo huh.
Imrhien Fargis falls over.
LilyBell Snoodle: Don't say the word "fuck". You supposed to say "jeffers".
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Mod's Pet Leet: do u luv m3?
You: Mod...
Mod Yokosuka: yes
You: I thought you hated leets?
Amyla Wakowski: he's in exposure therapy
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Nack Barnes: Who the fuck came up with the idea of putting SLAW on a bbq sandwich?
Nack Barnes: Gorram yankees could fuck up a wet dream.
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Mannheim Collas: I'm bored without my GF
Sage Venkman: have you tried masturbation?
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Imrhien Fargis: You mean... like... why do we laugh? or why do we laugh at something specific?
Ash Lutwag: hooo it's toooo late for questions like that
Imrhien Fargis: on the contrary, better to ask that late than early.
Imrhien Fargis: I can't do philosophy first thing in the mornin'.
Ash Lutwag: while my brain is foggy?
Ash Lutwag: well 1st comes coffee then life.
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Cobb Compton: (( takin forever forr DCS to load - it's loading just slower than tryin' to plunge a 15 pound turd down a water savin toilet ))
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Imrhien Fargis: Like, I have warm fuzzy feelings. It's gross. I could wear pink right now.
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Aeon Voom: you got a real temper. and you got the skills to mess with teh best in teh sim
Aeon Voom: if someone pisses you off you most likely get the person down
Imrhien Fargis: And if not.... I can just yell at them til my wounded timer pops.
Aeon Voom: with your extraordinary potty mouth?
Imrhien Fargis nods.
Imrhien Fargis: nothin' says "verbal ass whoopin'" like dropping the F-bomb eleventy billion times in one sentence.
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You: I could give you SO MANY landmarks.
Nack Barnes: She does that. Hands out landmarks. Landmarks Of $L Destruction!
Lorie Lilliehook: She really does General.
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Krenshar Magic: Looking very sexy today Mrs Immi
You:I think I'mna wear this and use the frying pan next time the alliance attacks.
You: Maybe I can make that one guy pee again.
Krenshar Magic: ((thats not fair lol))
You: ((*cracks up!*))
You: ((all's fair in love and war!))
Aeon Voom adds "inhumane psychological warfare" to her alliance record
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Tdstraitjacket Manamiko: what our firefly sims need is.... a legal system
Tdstraitjacket Manamiko: you could always put [them] on trial
Imrhien Fargis: I thought Lorie was our legal system.
Tdstraitjacket Manamiko: death by flame thrower isnt a legal system haha
Imrhien Fargis: sure it is!
Imrhien Fargis: you see how much crime we have in Blackburne?
Tdstraitjacket Manamiko: yah true
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Nack Barnes hands Neutrino the silver medal of utter silence destruction.
Nack Barnes is glad someone spoke finally. His hands were shaking from the need to fill the silence but was also consumed by a curiosity to how long silence could last.
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Jayne Szondi: It's just one of those things like... peeing yer pants in dark slacks. Gives a nice warm feeling but no one really is likely to notice.
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Imrhien Fargis SQUEEEEES happily for Amy and Chol!!
Tillery Woodhen: OMG!
Tillery Woodhen totally loses butch points and SQUEES as well!
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You: also, I'm like super slow on the uptake tonight
You: cuz I'm tired. And insane. And listening to Yanni.
Cholgosh Swindlehurst: Bein' in a coma will do that to a person.
You: As an afterthought, "insane" and "listening to yanni" are kind of the same thing.
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Imrhien Fargis puts on Type O so she doesn't lose her mind and start eating people, because Avril Lavigne's music is the 2nd leading cause of Reaverism.
Neutrino Nightfire: After Abba, I presume.
Imrhien Fargis nods.
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Meyers Thalheimer: hrm.. Mod could start an entirely new career.. walking message board.
AlisonLynn Haystack: rent box space?
Pariah Urriah: but I agree on the dry erease, because if we have to tack messages to him he could get holey
Imrhien Fargis can't imagine Mod being Holy. Just... can't. She'd have a crisis of faith.
Pariah Urriah: he'd be holey-er than thou, and that would just be annoying
Pariah Urriah has a few pairs of underwear that is so holey it looks like it just descended from Heaven
Imrhien Fargis: so holey that you could chop 'em up and serve 'em as communion?
Pariah Urriah: take this underwear, as a symbol of .. um
Gray Beam: only if they are edible ....
Pariah Urriah laughs, Gray
Gray Beam: uh, I mean....
Imrhien Fargis: Eucharistic Undies.
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19.6.08
Yesterday Was Not My Best Day Ever
Guess Ceasar was right 'bout it not bein' entirely safe for me to be commutin' back and forth 'tween Blackburne and Hale's Moon. Though, to be fair, I wasn't commutin' so much as I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time yesterday. I'd flown my starfury, Merkabah, over to Hale's Moon to see Aeon and work on wedding plans, and the place was deserted. Reckoned I'd stick around and see if anyone showed, and was doin' just that when the 'lliance troops attacked.
I didn't have time to get on the Cortex, but I shot two quick messages to Amy and Ash so they could get the word out. Don't reckon I got a clear count of how many attacked the town. I know I shot a couple up real good 'fore I took hits and went down. Two of 'em came over to check if I was alive, kicked me, and then patched me up. Checked me for identification, too, which, thank the good Lord, I didn't have on me. Then, they cuffed me and started tuggin' me off t'ward the desert, which was when Ash showed up shootin' and yellin' for me to run. I couldn'ta or you can bet yer happy ass I woulda. One of the troops kept draggin' me to the desert, where their dropship was, while the other covered us.
I got shoved in the dropship and left on the floor at gunpoint as we took off, headed for God only knows where. Ended up in some kinda hangar... Didn't get such a great look at it from the outside mainly cuz I was hurtin' so bad I couldn't move. My spleen'll never be the same. Anyway, it wasn't a long flight, really. 'Fore I knew it, that one that patched me up, the private, was draggin' me by my hair out into the hangar, where he started tryin' to interrogate me. I wouldn't even give 'em my name, which's 'bout as far as we got. He backhanded me every time I tried gettin' cute. Then he broke my wrist. I still wouldn't talk. So he pulled my own gun on me and chambered a round. Figured I was dead. Even said a prayer. But the officer stopped him. Dunno why. Guess they needed me to talk.
The officer told him to throw me in the brig for a few days, so I got dragged by my hair again. The officer took my cuffs off, which was real stupid of him, and the private ripped one of my bandages off and stuck his finger in the bullet hole, twistin'. Hurt almost as bad as him breakin' my wrist. They shoved me in the cell and locked the door. The thought of tryin' to hurt 'em and make a break for it occurred to me, but after that, what? I can pilot Merkabah, Chrysalis, and Serendipity, but it's cuz I actually studied the manuals and practiced with 'em. Ain't so certain me tryin' to fly some 'lliance ship'd work out so great for me. And 'sides that, Ash knew they took me. I figured she'd try to find Aeon or Nack, and someone'd come rescue me.
That crazy girl... she somehow managed to round up a few folks - Amy, x0x0 and Sunray - and flew her firefly up to wherever it was I was bein' held. They stormed in shootin'. Dunno exactly what happened, but I could hear shoutin' and shootin', but I reckon they got Sunray, cuz I heard 'em comin' with her, sayin' they was gonna throw her in the brig. I was ready when they got there. They opened the door, shoved her in and started to close it, but I busted out, slammin' the private 'cross the face with my elbow. I reckon I musta jolted his brain outta socket, cuz he couldn't quite figure out whether to shoot me or punch me. I hit him 'til he collapsed, and then kicked the ever-lovin' shit outta him. Unsportsmanlike, I know, but I was good and pissed. The officer came runnin' in, and I decked him with my good hand. He tried to fight back, but I think 'tween the band of pissed women in hangar with guns and me beltin' him round the head repeatedly, he was kinda frazzled, cuz he went down as easy as the private. Wonder if they're dead. I didn't exactly think to check, as I was in kinda a hurry.
I grabbed Sunray, whose arm was jacked all to hell, and we huffed it out to the hangar (after I grabbed Regina and Renata, my M4 Redemptions, 'course), where Ash, Amy and x0x0 was waitin' with Ash's boat. Alarms were goin' off, lights flashin'. I figured we wasn't gettin' away that easy, so 'fore I strapped myself in for a bumpy ride, I grabbed a roll of duct tape so I could work on makin' my right hand serviceable with a gun - I basically taped my wrist so I couldn't move it, then taped the gun to my hand so all I had to do was aim and pull the trigger.
They sent a bomber after us. Soon as we got in atmo that bastard was firin' at us. By that time, the call'd gone out, and there was a bunch more browncoats runnin' around. It was chaos, everyone all over the place, tryin' to figure out what was goin' on. Eventually, everyone figured out we was under attack and started shootin' at the bomber. Guess we damaged him pretty bad, cuz he took off back to...wherever he came from.
And then, it was over. Everything was a flurry of tendin' to wounds and cussin' at the gorram 'lliance. Everybody was fine. Y'know, alive. I reckon I'mna be hurtin' for a good long while til I heal up. And looks like the weddin's gonna be off for a bit, til I get this gorram cast off my arm.
Interestin' development last night, though. Seems x0x0 went lookin' for trouble over in Washtown. She boarded an 'lliance boat parked there and started snoopin'. Not only did she get discovered and have to kill the men on board (not cryin' here), but she found somethin'... a photograph of me with the Lieutenant with a message talkin' 'bout needin' to acquire my genetic material for testin'. x0x0 thinks it's 'bout me seein' colors now and my eyes changin'. Begs the question, though - Did I get taken prisoner randomly cuz they wanted some kinda information, or did I get taken prisoner cuz of that picture? Seems like it was random bad luck, considerin' how I was treated, and how easy I got away, and I'm fair certain once the news't they had me in custody and escaped, if I didn't kill the two purplebellies, they'll prol'ly wish I had.
In any case, I reckon I'mna need to watch my step from here on out. Maybe I should ask Jayne if it's safe for me to be out in the wastes yet, cuz bein' scarce mightn't be such a rotten idea.
I didn't have time to get on the Cortex, but I shot two quick messages to Amy and Ash so they could get the word out. Don't reckon I got a clear count of how many attacked the town. I know I shot a couple up real good 'fore I took hits and went down. Two of 'em came over to check if I was alive, kicked me, and then patched me up. Checked me for identification, too, which, thank the good Lord, I didn't have on me. Then, they cuffed me and started tuggin' me off t'ward the desert, which was when Ash showed up shootin' and yellin' for me to run. I couldn'ta or you can bet yer happy ass I woulda. One of the troops kept draggin' me to the desert, where their dropship was, while the other covered us.
I got shoved in the dropship and left on the floor at gunpoint as we took off, headed for God only knows where. Ended up in some kinda hangar... Didn't get such a great look at it from the outside mainly cuz I was hurtin' so bad I couldn't move. My spleen'll never be the same. Anyway, it wasn't a long flight, really. 'Fore I knew it, that one that patched me up, the private, was draggin' me by my hair out into the hangar, where he started tryin' to interrogate me. I wouldn't even give 'em my name, which's 'bout as far as we got. He backhanded me every time I tried gettin' cute. Then he broke my wrist. I still wouldn't talk. So he pulled my own gun on me and chambered a round. Figured I was dead. Even said a prayer. But the officer stopped him. Dunno why. Guess they needed me to talk.
The officer told him to throw me in the brig for a few days, so I got dragged by my hair again. The officer took my cuffs off, which was real stupid of him, and the private ripped one of my bandages off and stuck his finger in the bullet hole, twistin'. Hurt almost as bad as him breakin' my wrist. They shoved me in the cell and locked the door. The thought of tryin' to hurt 'em and make a break for it occurred to me, but after that, what? I can pilot Merkabah, Chrysalis, and Serendipity, but it's cuz I actually studied the manuals and practiced with 'em. Ain't so certain me tryin' to fly some 'lliance ship'd work out so great for me. And 'sides that, Ash knew they took me. I figured she'd try to find Aeon or Nack, and someone'd come rescue me.
That crazy girl... she somehow managed to round up a few folks - Amy, x0x0 and Sunray - and flew her firefly up to wherever it was I was bein' held. They stormed in shootin'. Dunno exactly what happened, but I could hear shoutin' and shootin', but I reckon they got Sunray, cuz I heard 'em comin' with her, sayin' they was gonna throw her in the brig. I was ready when they got there. They opened the door, shoved her in and started to close it, but I busted out, slammin' the private 'cross the face with my elbow. I reckon I musta jolted his brain outta socket, cuz he couldn't quite figure out whether to shoot me or punch me. I hit him 'til he collapsed, and then kicked the ever-lovin' shit outta him. Unsportsmanlike, I know, but I was good and pissed. The officer came runnin' in, and I decked him with my good hand. He tried to fight back, but I think 'tween the band of pissed women in hangar with guns and me beltin' him round the head repeatedly, he was kinda frazzled, cuz he went down as easy as the private. Wonder if they're dead. I didn't exactly think to check, as I was in kinda a hurry.
I grabbed Sunray, whose arm was jacked all to hell, and we huffed it out to the hangar (after I grabbed Regina and Renata, my M4 Redemptions, 'course), where Ash, Amy and x0x0 was waitin' with Ash's boat. Alarms were goin' off, lights flashin'. I figured we wasn't gettin' away that easy, so 'fore I strapped myself in for a bumpy ride, I grabbed a roll of duct tape so I could work on makin' my right hand serviceable with a gun - I basically taped my wrist so I couldn't move it, then taped the gun to my hand so all I had to do was aim and pull the trigger.
They sent a bomber after us. Soon as we got in atmo that bastard was firin' at us. By that time, the call'd gone out, and there was a bunch more browncoats runnin' around. It was chaos, everyone all over the place, tryin' to figure out what was goin' on. Eventually, everyone figured out we was under attack and started shootin' at the bomber. Guess we damaged him pretty bad, cuz he took off back to...wherever he came from.
And then, it was over. Everything was a flurry of tendin' to wounds and cussin' at the gorram 'lliance. Everybody was fine. Y'know, alive. I reckon I'mna be hurtin' for a good long while til I heal up. And looks like the weddin's gonna be off for a bit, til I get this gorram cast off my arm.
Interestin' development last night, though. Seems x0x0 went lookin' for trouble over in Washtown. She boarded an 'lliance boat parked there and started snoopin'. Not only did she get discovered and have to kill the men on board (not cryin' here), but she found somethin'... a photograph of me with the Lieutenant with a message talkin' 'bout needin' to acquire my genetic material for testin'. x0x0 thinks it's 'bout me seein' colors now and my eyes changin'. Begs the question, though - Did I get taken prisoner randomly cuz they wanted some kinda information, or did I get taken prisoner cuz of that picture? Seems like it was random bad luck, considerin' how I was treated, and how easy I got away, and I'm fair certain once the news't they had me in custody and escaped, if I didn't kill the two purplebellies, they'll prol'ly wish I had.
In any case, I reckon I'mna need to watch my step from here on out. Maybe I should ask Jayne if it's safe for me to be out in the wastes yet, cuz bein' scarce mightn't be such a rotten idea.
12.6.08
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