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He hadn't read Brotherhood (yet), but the eyes and Apecian's comment about his foot were starting to make him wonder... "Uh...don't take this the wrong way, but...are you a chimera or something?"

He immediately gave himself a mental smack. Nice going, genius. Your first speed date and you've already contracted foot-in-mouth.

Thank you very much for the warm welcome and the Lego figure, but it's getting glitter everywhere and I think I got some in my eye.

You've pretty much nailed it — I don't like existential angst. Also, they're... kinda not warriory enough? Like, when I think about warriors, I think about, well, Dwarves: disciplined, tough, and riding giant boars. Not about a bunch of Nords with a hairy problem. (Then again I dislike the Nords in general; I don't like their trope, so to speak.)

Are they like black holes? Will they suck in my hand if I try to pet them?

I know I'm a day late, but I hope it was a really good day for you!

Ahhh, who doesn't enjoy a good drinking song. How's this for a first attempt? I'll wait until I've had a few more ales before recording it with sound.

Let me tell you a tale of a man, yes it's true
The villains about they were all bound to rue
He buckled his sword to run villains through
But no ale had he, for his wife was a shrew

He hunted for villains, a Goblin was first
He said to the Goblin, come on do your worst
But his throat was too dry, his voice unrehearsed
Death came about, from his mighty thirst.

Congratumalations on your Boardiversary. If there happens to be any real alcohol flying around somewhere feel free to toss it towards my corner somewhere.

Steele tilted her head - and massive antlers - towards Alleb. "Which continuum are you from? 'Swordmaiden' sounds like something from one of the books Bess loved to read." Her eyes unfocused slightly. Bess... ah, it had been a while. She missed her Archivist.

(Alleb wouldn't be familiar with starship captains, huh? Ahaha. This is going to be fun.)

"A captain, you say? Impressive! I am but a swordmaiden--one of many." She tapped her right fist against her heart in a salute.

((Yeah, I can understand that. I really like the freedom of audiobooks--like, I don't have to put my book down while I wash the dishes, that kind of thing. But I get you.

Ha, that'd be great. The Realm is a really cool place.

-Alleb))

Inspired by the unfortunate Thomas Thetcher, whose gravestone is on a postcard down in the lab, this is probably a late addition to the song, since it doesn't quite fit the theme. But I felt I had to do it regardless. ^_^

Young Tom was a fighter who marched off to war
And indulged in small ale to cool himself off
Pay heed to this warning, for he soon caught his death...
Drink strong beer or none at all!

For every tall tale &c

(I've tried to match the meter pretty closely, but I'm sure I missed a couple. Also I'm not sure I should even be matching the verse to the chorus... also I've never sung a drinking song. But look! I'm participating!)

hS

One of Steele's ears twitched. "But for the record, it's fine to want to save yourself for marriage. I didn't have the patience - or willpower, or raising, or whatever you want to blame - but I admire people who do."

She smiled and extended a hand. "Now, then. Hello, Lady Alleb; I'm Captain Chikara Steele. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

(I'm afraid that I just can't really do audiobooks; I really need the text in front of me, you know? And how do you know that this isn't the universe with Glimpses? After all, there is some scientific proof of other universes - what's to say that we aren't connected to the Realm?)

I woke up with the chorus for one in my head:

For every tall tale wants a flagon of ale
And every brave deed needs a tankard of mead
Love stories are fine with a glass of red wine
Oh, adventuring's thi-irsty work!
I feel like this is probably sung by bards who want people to buy them drinks. Each verse would be a little story of a hero who almost succeeded, but failed comically due to crippling thirst. I doubt I'll develop it myself, though, so if you're interested, have at it!

~Neshomeh, who would actually prefer for her brain to rest at night rather than come up with silly things like this, but oh well.

Alleb held up a finger. "But that is a fault in me, not in you. The PPC is a strange place to me, filled with many things I do not understand, but that does not give me leave to be unkind. When humans first arrive in my country, they are often frightened and suspicious of Glimpses, simply because we look strange to them." She gestured to her ghostly skin. "They soon learn, however, that we are the same within." She held a hand out towards Steele. "Please, forgive my weakness. May we begin again?"

Suddenly, her cheeks blazed a bright, tomato red. "And, um... Men. When I am married," she muttered, and was unable to look Steele in the face.

((It's certainly religious in nature. I like it for that reason; it's an interesting take, you know? Like, if I were in that universe, I'd be over here, living a normal life, but my twin would be a knight, which is such a cool idea. Ahem. I'll stop fangirling now. If you do end up getting them, though, I heartily recommend the audiobooks; they're read by the author, and he does a really good job.

No, no, you're fine; it's definitely important info, which I need to write the roleplay well. No need to apologize!

-Alleb))

And yeah, it bugged me that she didn't seem to have any purpose besides that one miscellaneous go-fetch quest. I wanted to take out the Thieves' Guild and/or the Blackbriars with her and clean up Riften, but alas. I guess the need to have Riften change hands for the war would've superseded anything like that.

Disagree about the Companions, obviously. {= ) Their conflict as a whole is more internal than external, though, very existential-angst-y. I can imagine that it might be harder to approach if you're not one to latch onto that sort of thing like I am. What would you have wanted from them to make them more interesting for you?

~Neshomeh

"But as closely as we've been able to tell, I was bandied about through a succession of roleplays - I was meant to replace another character, actually - and I was dropped into a plothole after one of them, because the other person just stopped replying."

Lu's eyes flicked around for a second, and she found herself murmuring - almost too quiet to hear; almost, but not quite - "Not seeking isn't not finding..."

She recognized her partner's discomfort. She'd seen it on faces before; some people simply weren't comfortable with people who modded themselves extensively. Some people dealt with it politely, or not at all, like Lady Alleb. Others, she thought, remembering the officer on Tavros Station, dealt with their discomfort through racism and hate.

With a mental twinge, Steele cast her eyes down somewhat and spoke again. "I'm sorry, Lady. I'm making you awfully uncomfortable, aren't I?"

(Looks like an interesting read! I may have to pick it up at some point.

(...assuming I can deal with the religious themes.)

(Also, I am so incredibly sorry for the infodumping I am doing. Or at least feel like I'm doing. The information feels important to me, and I can't think of any better way to make it known in a roleplay sense.)

And wow... I'm at least two years older than you are! O_o Life is full of surprises, I guess. XD

"Sounds like a nice guy," he said. "By the way, what continuum are you from?"

((Huh, thought I'd posted a response to this. Must not have clicked the button. shrugs

-Alleb))

"Floaters," he said, absently running a hand through his poof of hair. "You? And what continuum are you from?"

((-Alleb))

Alleb had no idea what to do. She wished suddenly and desperately for Bingle's company; the man was over twice her age and had a wooden nose, but he'd used the chair.

Control yourself, she thought. You are a servant of King Eliam, and this... woman obviously means you no harm. You have cowered long enough.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened her spine and raised her chin slightly. At least Steele didn't tower over her when she was sitting. "I am afraid I do not know what you mean," she clarified, in a steadier voice. "'Into'?"

((Alleb's straight; she just doesn't get modern English.

It's a pretty fun continuum! Here, I made a wiki entry for it a while back. Don't look at the actual Wikipedia article unless you want massive spoilers, though.

-Alleb))

"Your, uh, mathcin' system is a bit off, though. I got paired with a horse." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "I mean, she was a nice horse, but a horse." He leaned forward slightly, trying to see the Mysterious Host's face. "Are you always this hard to see?"

((Sorry I took so long to get Jesse over here!

-Alleb))

What an astute observation, she reprimanded herself. This was not the place for an impeccably-reasoned editorial on ethical obligations. She couldn't fathom what else she was supposed to say, however. All that reading of human books should have equipped her. Lu's situation was just like -- perhaps it did not make sense to descend into fandom mode, either.

"One good thing I can say for the Federation," she found herself saying, "is that they've clamped down on people who play with genetic engineering but won't shoulder the responsibility for having created a person. Your father sounds as if he had a similar mindset to one of those 20th century eugenicists." Her brain finally caught up with her mouth.

"So, you didn't grow up in your home continuum? What was that like? Did you arrive at the PPC after the backstory part of your life was finished, or. . . I don't know much about metafictional realms."

Speed-dating was quick, right? No need to bother anyone who didn't need to be bothered.

"What continuum are you from?" she asked. "How's your fandom?"

((The series is vastly more interesting than that pathetic excuse for a wiki suggests. Look upon it no more. Especially since it's full of spoilers.

Although, it's a hard series to spoil. My friend told me Kaz's entire backstory before I read it, and it scarcely made the dramatic reveal less dramatic. But that might be me. I know not everyone falls hopelessly in love with this book.

--Key))

And then I made that all-caps joke, and then you returned that all-caps joke, and I realised then, at that exact moment, something truly beautiful had been created. Something irreplacable. Something untouchable. Something truly unique.
A really stupid joke about all-caps.
But also friendship! That, too! That was also created!

Yeah, mate, what a bloody day that was! Good thing you stuck around for longer than a week, Key, because you're bloody cool as hell, and I think you're bloody cool as hell, and you get my signature 'cool as hell' thumbs up sign.
And then you worked as a really bloody good beta (and the first beta I ever got!), and then you taught me how to beta things, and a million other things. And then I got permission and I do genuinely owe a massive portion of that to bloody you, because of all that, and a bunch of other stuff I've probably forgotten because I'm kind of dumb. Anyhow, there's a lot of things I owe to you, mate, and if you're assembling a team to rob the world's most well-defended bank, or something, I'm in there. Whether I ultimately want to be or not.

*toasts with REAL beer because Larfen is cool and edgetacular and he has a katana* To another year! To getting those Permission prompts written, releasing undoubtedly brilliant agents who will single-handedly fix everything that my dumb ones ruin, and a great spin-off and a whole bloody lot more!

Bloody stroke of luck it was, on my part, to somehow bumble into befriending a person as all-around brilliant and all-around lovely to talk to and all-around jolly fantastic as you, Senpai.