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Subject	Author	Date
sarcasm Gee, well spoken mouse, I wonder who he could be referring to? Oh, that's right, ME, since I'm the only mouse here! grins brightly at Pearl Well, I got here by being rescued somewhat similarly to yourself. See, I was on a little drawing trip, but it turns out, these shrews capture me and my friend; she because they thought her vermin, me because apparently they couldn't understand me. Had to get a wise man and a dictionary to figure out what on earth I was talking about. Funny, is it not? Of course, I have descended to this vocabulary of the common-folk to more easily converse with you. grins, and it is obvious that she's at least kind of joking (NT)	Thistle the Odd	16:59:12 10/21/03 Tue

Pearl scratches her head in mock confusion and bewilderment, then grins Good ol' Thistle! Of course, to her Highness the Queen of Strabwerries, I am but a lowly otter with a lower vocabulary... Snorts, looking back at Earwax & Co. with disdain I don't suppose they tried petting you, though... Shudders, then brightens I don't suppose they have a a sort of large area I can go and bounce a bit, do you? I haven't in absolute ages, and I'm getting out of practice... Is about to do an experimental bonce, but realizes the room isn't quite large enough to prevent trampling on some otherbeast's feet... (NT)	Pearl	18:40:32 10/21/03 Tue

Mickle and the small otter go rolling by Pearl. (Riverreed) I'll show yew! She was our pet! (Mickle) yer a pretty good wrestler, but she's no pet!	Mickle and Riverreed	20:02:06 10/21/03 Tue

Swift sits back down and looks at Gizzzsh, who's gone back to staring at Fik and growling. Swift slaps the berserk otter on the back. I like yore style, mate. No messin' about, just "grrrrrrrr...." and the occasionally odd rambly bit to add to your apparent mysteriosity. S'very nice. He grabs a hunk of bread and begins chowing down. (NT)	Swift	17:17:57 10/22/03 Wed

Mickle grins as Swift as he's carried by, thrown over Riverreed's shoulder. I guess I spoke too soon, matey. He was good enough to beat me...	Mickle	19:46:14 10/22/03 Wed

I got lost early on in a scuffle wi'some toads, but I got pointed in t'right direction by a couple o'beasts who said our rowdy lot 'ad sailed from Salamandathingy. Third Island lucky I falls out of a blinkin' tree and got stalked by Swift fer a bit. Nothin' that interestin' really...She peers at her abandoned dinner partner, who is trying to mop up the stew on his knees with a piece of soggy bread, and shakes her head with a sigh. What can y'say? All height an' nothin' ontop of the mast. 'Scuse me. Feeling a little guilty, since they are guests after all, Kit wanders over to clear up her small mess.	Kit	11:03:43 10/23/03 Thu

Pearl grins and winks at Kit, having wandered over to a group of studious-looking otters OTTER 1: Ah, Pearl, if'n I'm not mistaken! I would 'ave spoken on yore part 'bout th' pet-thing, but I couldn't be too sure. They wouldn't let us over close enough t' determine if'n you was otter or not! OTTER 2: Must you talk so? Miss Streamsong will think terribly of you if you are spouting information, yet still talk like an old seadog. PEARL: Grins Why thankee for th' kindness any'ows. An' ye can call me Pearl, I'm no fancy beast. Er, may I? Motions to an empty seat at the table OTTER 1: O' course! OTTER 2: You mean, "Why certainly, Pearl". How many times must I tell you! OTTER 2: WinksJus' another time, mate! D'you like some? Offers Pearl a bowl of soup and a small spoon of hotroot PEARL: Sure, but 'ow about a bit more 'otroot? Ladles more in (NT)	Pearl Streamsong, Saykin & Lindo, [Seaken, Searemm, & Seaquon (Unintoduced... maybe later, maybe not...)]	17:48:25 10/24/03 Fri

Mickle rolls off of Riverreed's back, and dashes over to the table of educated-like otters. I heard hotroot! I love hotroot! I don't suppose that none o' ye eddicated types would have any watershrimp and hotroot soup, would ye?	Mickle	21:18:00 10/24/03 Fri

Thistle's ears whisk upright, and she makes a beeline for Pearl's table Inelligent conversation! I haven't had any in such a long time... (NT)	Thistle the Odd	07:06:55 10/25/03 Sat

Swift suddenly stiffens as he looks accross the hall and yells at Rudd. OI RUDD! 'OWCOME YE NEVER TOLD A LAD THAT YE HAD A LAST NAME? I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WAS JUST RUDDINGY! (NT)	Swift	11:05:08 10/26/03 Sun

Kit mops up the stew on the otter's knees with a short apology, but the huge seaotter in now in conversation with some other beast and, talking over her head, doesn't hear her. With a sigh, she attempts wriggling back onto the seat, but then her ears prick up when she hears Mickle. Hotroot? They 'ave hotroot soup? Corks! She makes a beeline for Pearl's table calling, Don' give it all t'the ferret!	Kit	13:35:52 10/26/03 Sun
Rudd turns and hollers back at Swift. 'COURSE I 'AVE A LAST NAME! WHY WOULDN'T I 'AVE ONE? ONLY PROBLEM WAS I 'AD NO IDEA WHAT IT WAS!! -- Rudd Coralfluke, 16:49:23 10/26/03 Sun
Reed has found his way over to a overweight seaotter, about a head taller than him. Hes slightly oldish and wears a nasty looking aprein, with one of those drivers caps shoved onto his head. A old sea's otter he was, from the hoop earings and foul mouth, Reed and him take to each other like old, long lost friends, making Reed seem older than his middle age. The heavly overweight otter is dressed in a highland outfit and talks with the accent that matchs his clothing	Reed Streamline and Ruckus MacDonald	15:16:42 10/28/03 Tue

Pearl glares at Mickle and hugs her hotroot soup protectively 'Tis mine! Ask Saykin or Lindo for some, I've been hotroot deprived for a season! SAYKIN: Aye, she's likely not to be sharing for some time now... Grins at Pearl But i 'ave some extras, if'n y' likes some! LINDO: Is already dishing out soup and pepper One for young Mickle here, and one for... Kit, is it? SAYKIN: Aye, I think so. Turns to Kit So, y' know our friend Pearl 'ere? (NT)	Pearl	16:09:22 10/28/03 Tue

Three other otters where Pearl, Kit, and Mickle are grin at Thistle and bow. The largest, Seaken, speaks Ah, a creature of intelligence here as well! May I introduce us, I am Seaken, and my brothers are Searemm and Seaquon. I do believe you are Thistle Longfaith, or so I have caught above the other conversation here? SAYKIN: Now you're all startin' t' sound like Lindo 'ere! Looks dispairingly at Pearl, Kit, and Mickle Where'll it all end? (NT)	Seaken, Searemm, and Seaquon	16:13:38 10/28/03 Tue

Trys to tackle mickle from the shadows. Bwahahahaaaa!!! I'm still here! (NT)	Coal Snagfire	18:43:39 10/28/03 Tue

Mickle squeeks and sets his bowl on the table just before Coal tackles him. ack! careful there, matey! ye almost made me spill the soup!	Mickle	19:03:41 10/28/03 Tue

((OOC: I shall be in Flora-dai from tonight to Sunday...meaning that I'll try and scrape up an occasional post, but that's it. =^.^=)) Thistle blinks and immediately warms to the otters Prithee, how can one so learn-ed stand to consort with such low-lifes that are here? attacks strawberry flan with vim and vigor (NT)	Thistle the Odd	05:12:48 10/29/03 Wed

OOC: Alright Thistle, no big deal. Say hi to Wil for me! Oh wait, she's not in Florida anymore... BIC: Swift is now standing between Gizzzsh and Fik, muttering. Blimey, Fik, dunno what you said, but it sure got old pretty Gizzzsh here in a right state... Gizzzsh leaps on Swift and begins biting him as Swift screams aloud and breaks a nearby chair over the rabid otter's back. BLIMEY! DOES YE ALL STARVE THIS CHAP 'ERE! HE'S TRYIN' TO BITE ME VOICE BOXES OUT! (NT)	Swiftstream Brooktail	15:26:37 10/29/03 Wed

Oh the horrors! grabs a bowl of soup You could have died Mickle!!! (NT)	Coal Snagfire	16:33:50 10/29/03 Wed

((OOC- Stares at Thistle in envy Want... go... back... Florida... Hides in Thistle's luggage and hitches a ride there anyway...^_~)) BIC- Saykin snorts under his breath as the otter trio begin to talk to Thistle, completely ignoring Pearl, Saykin, Lindo, Mick, etc... PEARL: Ah, leave 'em be. If I was as learned as Thiss there I'd want t' show it. She's a walkin' talkin' recoder's archive, ya know. (NT)	Saykin and Pearl	17:53:39 10/29/03 Wed

The large otter waddles over to Gizzzsh and poors a good amount of wiskey in his mouth and pats Swift on the back, all with Reed standing behind staring at the rabid otter Ther' ye go'h lad, no'h'w ye got got a'h' wee drunkard idiot otter on yer 'aws	Reed and Ruckus MacDonald	18:52:59 10/29/03 Wed

Mickle snatches up his bowl and walks over to a corner, where he slumps down and begins sipping at his soup, while watching Gizzzsh gnaw on Swift. I wonder if they make the soup any hotter...it could really use some more hotroot.	Mickle	20:11:30 10/29/03 Wed
Pearl looks at Mickle, thinks for a moment, and goes over to Saykin. Whispering in his ear, she asks for something. Saykin brightens and goes off, returning shortly with a sack. Pearl then brings it over to Mickle, and dumps his bolw of soup into the sack, shking it up and handing it to the ferret There ya go! Not only more 'otroot, but it's 'otroot SAUCE! (NT) -- Pearl, 21:33:38 10/29/03 Wed
Kit finishes the hotroot soup, that has been fully occupying all of her attention, and looks on in wonder at the otters and Thistle. Corks! It's amazin' they don' starve spendin' all that time on intelligant natter. She grins at Mickle. Now if yer finish that lot off matey then I suggest yer keep a LARGE bucket of cold water close t'paw.	Kit	10:13:49 10/30/03 Thu

Gizzzsh, now drunk, is even more aggressive in his attacks on Swift. The river otter captain chucks a bowl at the rabid otter, grabs another chair and breaks it over Gizzzsh's back, and runs up to the front of the hall. Hiding behind Brodd, he mutters. Righto, Rudd's pap. I pulled your offspring out of a fine mess plenty of times... As you can see, Gizzzsh o'er there's taken a bit o' a liking to me legs and neck and such. Can you call off said rabid otter? I'd be much obliged. (NT)	Swift	11:38:49 10/30/03 Thu

Mickle grins at the others, pours the hotroot sauce/soup into his bowl, then swallows a huge mouthful. Much to the hillarity of everyone, he forces it down, his face turning bright red. WHEW!!! That's spicy! I like it! Swallows another mouthful.	Mickle	14:52:59 10/30/03 Thu

Hotroot? gets all hyper and downs an entire bowl. I love hotroot! runs around searching for more as well as... Water!!! (NT)	Coal Snagfire	21:26:45 10/31/03 Fri
Ahhh, the eating habits of the otter...hotroot, hotroot and...Grins at Swift. ...fellow otter. (NT) -- Kit, 12:31:58 11/01/03 Sat Brodd smiles toothily at Swift. Sorry mate, I'm far too busy sittin to be callin off any rabid otters. Now, if you'll excuse me. He leans back in his chair and yawns. (NT) -- Brodd, 16:29:06 11/01/03 Sat OOC: Sorry for not postin by the by. End of term projects and two days of bein sick have kept me off the site. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:30:18 11/01/03 Sat
Mickle stumbles over to Gizzsh and sets his bowl down in front of him. Here matey! instead o' chompin on me ol, tough-and-chewy pal Swift, try this out!	Mickle	21:06:58 11/01/03 Sat

Gizzzsh pause and looks to Mickle, growling in a low tone. He stalks over and begins sniffing Mickle, a grin creeping slowly across his face. He licks his lips and sidles up next to Mickle, growling. Shicklickamammamamalllam... (NT)	Gizzzsh	00:19:33 11/02/03 Sun

Swift grins as he pats Brodd on the back. Right then, govnah... You just keep up said hard work... I'm thinkin' it's a bit noisy in here, and I'm gonna go for a bit of a walk... With that, he tips his hat and walks out. (NT)	Swiftstream	00:22:19 11/02/03 Sun

OOC: Am back. pats the Pearl in her luggage Had fun at Sea World, otter dearest?)) Thistle sits and talks, as is usual for her, and as her creator isn't really feeling like typing, she'll leave it at that. (NT)	Thistle the Odd	15:52:08 11/02/03 Sun

OOC: Pearl pops out grinning, with a whale sticker and a polar bear hat Yups! Much fun... haven't been there since I was... er... oh yeah! Four! Gosh I'm old... (NT)	Pearl	18:46:29 11/02/03 Sun

Mickle grins nervously and looks at Gizzzsh. erm, nice to meet you too, Gizzzsh...eh? Wot're ye mumbling about? Are you?...No...Are you calling me mama?	Mickle	19:51:57 11/02/03 Sun

Gizzzsh licks his lips more and lunges at Mickle's arm with his teeth bared, howling like a maniac. (NT)	Gizzzsh	14:25:56 11/03/03 Mon

Mickle yelps and falls backward, then scrambles backward, attempting to escape the crazy otter. I guess you weren't callin me mama!	Mickle	17:39:15 11/03/03 Mon

A lean, average sized otter paces up and down the side of the hall. His dark blue robes slightly flapping, and a odd look on his face New come beastes here food for, no?hmmm. Yes, no? He begins to chew on his lip, then paces over to Mickle Sah, say, here Gizzzsh t'aint no 'right. Too far bangs, booms, head to.He picks up a half eaten bowl of hotroot soup, and sips it ahh, bad tastes this, uggh, good no soup, bad, evil, no good At that he throws the bowl onto the ground No good! Ferret you name what be? Me River Pikewood, Calls they me Riv.	Riv Pikewood	19:15:18 11/03/03 Mon

Mickle hops up and dashes behind Riv. Glad to meet ye, Riv! However, I must rebuke you. Why'd ye throw that loverly bowl o' hotroot soup??? I loves the stuff! Now that that's out of the way, Mickle is what they call me. Why speak you do this like?	Mickle	20:58:10 11/03/03 Mon

'Alk what thou like, lots, great, good, sense very good talkin' o' Mickle. Speech me no evil, no good, bad, nones...	Riv Pikewood	17:47:40 11/04/03 Tue
Fik pulls himself away from his bowl to stare at Riv. Hmmmmkay...... Strange. He walks over to the blue robed backwards talker and shoves his chest out in his usual, agressive manner. I actually can't come up with anything to ask so I'll just repeat the question about your talking.... Cause.. you didn't explain that well enough! So, why d'you talk like that eh? OOC: My projects are finally both done so hopefully I'll be able to be active again. -- Fik, 19:52:28 11/04/03 Tue
Riverreed stomps over to Riv. Oh, come on! I knows ye can talk normal, matey! I've 'eard ye do it before!	Riverreed	20:43:05 11/04/03 Tue