OOC: I hate you for being able to get on the computer this past week. *sulks* And how are they not waterproof one second and waterproof the next? *is lost* BIC: Lialye watches Chaos skeptically as he shows off his boots, and as she watches she idly rubs off some of the sugar from a 'snuddle'. It's too sweet; she's not used to it. "And where do you think you'll be using those?" she asks at last. -- Residential Caves

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Date Posted: 15:43:12 03/27/04 Sat
Author: Lialye
Subject: OOC: I hate you for being able to get on the computer this past week. *sulks* And how are they not waterproof one second and waterproof the next? *is lost* BIC: Lialye watches Chaos skeptically as he shows off his boots, and as she watches she idly rubs off some of the sugar from a 'snuddle'. It's too sweet; she's not used to it. "And where do you think you'll be using those?" she asks at last.
In reply to: Naverin 's message, "Moving up with our dramatic bedroom scene" on 15:31:55 03/04/04 Thu

C'mon, Chaos, we're ruddy goat people. Goat people tend to be at least a little insane, dearie. (And you, FreakyPrejudicedMunchieBreeder, just you wait till I reply to your email...*glowers*)

We need a goat in "Honk!". That would be fun. Yes, instead of Ugly turning into a swan he turns into...bum bum bum...a goat!

(As the music for the Transformation Sequence plays:) "I'm not a duck! I'm not a duck! I'm a goat! Baaaa!"

...Okay, mebbe not. But you know what, Dad said that it's entirely inappropriate for us to be serving Italian at that. His opinion is that we should have duck or goose (chicken if neither of those worked out), and frog-eye salad, and such.

Just tonight, and then it'll be over...I'm almost sad. It's a fun play...reminds me kinda of the ward roadshow a few years back...

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"Yes, I was kind of wondering that myself. I for one don't like to go around picking fights and then use my shoe throughout it as a weapon. Does the blade perchance come out to be used as a knife perhaps? In that case it would be quite useful." Naverin begins to closely inspect the shoe. -- Naverin, 16:35:33 03/29/04 Mon
- OOC: Buh? The boots aren't waterproof. They're leather. Chaos plans on rubbing wax and other goodies on them to make them waterproof. BIC: Chaos thinks for a moment, "Well, I was thinking about the dragon quest. I chose not to go when I younger, but now I'm ready and waiting." he gently removes the boots and sets them on the bed posts, "they're used as a weapon, and as a grip. If I'm disarmed, I'll kick my way out. I used to be pretty good at kicking. If I'm trapped or have to climb something, I can use the blades as a hold." He shrugs, "It seemed like a good idea at the time." Chaos then walks over to his cabinet and opens it. On each shelf is an array of test tubes and used paper, experimental notes and ingredients. On the bottom shelf close to the front are a few homemade candles. Chaos selects a large white candle and a bowl. Sitting on the floor, he proceeds to melt the wax. -- Chaos, 18:35:12 03/29/04 Mon