Saturday Morning
Aug. 7th, 2004 10:17 amAwake, let the dog out. And two cats. Merlin is still being a brat. Go figure.
Anyway, played a bit of Adventure Quest while eating breakfast. I'm at level 50 - not very far, comparatively speaking. The darn Zombie Dragon keeps handing me my tail on my shield. *grumble*
Checked on www.rpol.net. Tiaryn's sheet has been approved. *beams* So, I gotta figure out her bg, and the rest of her description. I have the base description, you see. Now I just have to describe her clothes.
( Tiaryn's Base Description )
Feel free to come up with clothing descriptions. She is a half-elf bard, and she's been out adventuring through woods and all. So, it's the nice practical woodsfolks garb she should be wearing.
Oh, and the other thing I have to figure out is where in Faerun she's from again. *laughs*
I'm chatting OOCly with Ross on RS about snakes since his pet snake has recently laid eggs, and trying to talk myself into getting dressed and going outside to measure the two sides between house and fence. So I can go to home depot and buy the wood I need for fence finishing this morning.
Ah well, perhaps another cup of coffee will get me moving.
Yesterday's rp - *dies laughing* Okay, it started out as a joke. Zack was in a horrific mood ICly, and so Tori called him sweetcheeks, trying to catch his attention. And then she convinced him to tell her what was going on, and why he was in a bad mood. They ended up back in her office, getting sloshed on a decent whiskey. bottle empty, they've gone back to Tori's quarters... but we did have to pause the scene there. The funniest thing though was that winamp for both Zack's player and me decided to come up with the sexiest, corniest, sappiest songs it could. We were thinking that the winamp players needed to get a room, it got so bad.
Jen had a brief conversation with Ross... and Smirkenorff, the drakeling. She's still gone all to pieces, but she's not crying all over everyone any more. That's a good sign, right? Okay, so she's crying all over herself at home, but you know, one step at a time.
Okay, okay, I admit it - I'm procrastinating. Right, time to move out.
Anyway, played a bit of Adventure Quest while eating breakfast. I'm at level 50 - not very far, comparatively speaking. The darn Zombie Dragon keeps handing me my tail on my shield. *grumble*
Checked on www.rpol.net. Tiaryn's sheet has been approved. *beams* So, I gotta figure out her bg, and the rest of her description. I have the base description, you see. Now I just have to describe her clothes.
( Tiaryn's Base Description )
Feel free to come up with clothing descriptions. She is a half-elf bard, and she's been out adventuring through woods and all. So, it's the nice practical woodsfolks garb she should be wearing.
Oh, and the other thing I have to figure out is where in Faerun she's from again. *laughs*
I'm chatting OOCly with Ross on RS about snakes since his pet snake has recently laid eggs, and trying to talk myself into getting dressed and going outside to measure the two sides between house and fence. So I can go to home depot and buy the wood I need for fence finishing this morning.
Ah well, perhaps another cup of coffee will get me moving.
Yesterday's rp - *dies laughing* Okay, it started out as a joke. Zack was in a horrific mood ICly, and so Tori called him sweetcheeks, trying to catch his attention. And then she convinced him to tell her what was going on, and why he was in a bad mood. They ended up back in her office, getting sloshed on a decent whiskey. bottle empty, they've gone back to Tori's quarters... but we did have to pause the scene there. The funniest thing though was that winamp for both Zack's player and me decided to come up with the sexiest, corniest, sappiest songs it could. We were thinking that the winamp players needed to get a room, it got so bad.
Jen had a brief conversation with Ross... and Smirkenorff, the drakeling. She's still gone all to pieces, but she's not crying all over everyone any more. That's a good sign, right? Okay, so she's crying all over herself at home, but you know, one step at a time.
Okay, okay, I admit it - I'm procrastinating. Right, time to move out.