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[shelley_winters]

Evening, everyone!

This is mostly a heads-up that as of Saturday, I will be gone for two weeks, and unreachable via the internet. If there's a major emergency (though I have no idea what) or you need speedy godding permission of something or other (though, again, what?), most brit-muns have my mobile number.

Sooo. Pups. Shelley will be in the Second Age, handily for me.
Havelock... uh. Mooching about? Unless I see Merc and plot something specific out, she has general godding rights there, though I do ask that you don't make him strip. I know your minds, my pretties.
Jack. Whoring about. If I miss the big strip night, that is very sad, but there will be a reason. Maybe there were dinosaurs. I'll figure something.
Ducky, in the Great Valley.
Harth. Um... Hmm. Well, I presume dividing his time between stalking Mel and gardening nefariously. Debi has godding rights.


Er. Yes! I'm still here today and tomorrow, but after that, see you in two weeks!

Comments

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Oh, come on. Who doesn't want to see a stripping Patrician? *smacks self heartily*

[shelley_winters]

...Ow, my brain.

[jothra]

Gardening nefariously would be a sight to see, I must say.

Have fun!

[shelley_winters]

He pulls it off, he assures me.

:D!

[innerbrat]

...can I make Harth strip?

[shelley_winters]

*mental image*

*sad face*

I think the incredible pallor of his naked body in artificial light might strike some unfortunate folk blind.

[innerbrat]

I think it's made my mental eye blind as well.

(Mel's cackling. I think it's a defense mechanism from the fear)

[rowanberries.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, oh dear.

Ow.

He'd smirk at her the entire time which is entirely, completely wrong and bad.

[innerbrat]

SO wrong and bad it's not even...

AUGH.

OK, I will not make Harth strip. I promise.

[rowanberries.livejournal.com]

*beams*

Yay!

[innerbrat]

*starts thinking of other thngs I can make him do...*

[rowanberries.livejournal.com]

:P