now tisn't that ever the truth
[but hey, why not, maybe a little drinking shenanigan or two is just what he needs right now, so.]
oh why not
if nothing else than to keep nav from having any more awkward revelations at inopportune times
i can be there in a half-bell
[but hey, why not, maybe a little drinking shenanigan or two is just what he needs right now, so.]
oh why not
if nothing else than to keep nav from having any more awkward revelations at inopportune times
i can be there in a half-bell
[Twelve, he remembers his eyepatch days. He doesn't miss them. He didn't get nearly as many women as he might've hoped during them, either.
Also surprise half a bell is in fact half an hour. They're bells like the chimes of a clock.]
Good tidings and a merry noon;
'Tis as I said — you've seen me soon.
But while I offer wishes well,
I have to say: you look like hell.
[THANCRED.]
Also surprise half a bell is in fact half an hour. They're bells like the chimes of a clock.]
Good tidings and a merry noon;
'Tis as I said — you've seen me soon.
But while I offer wishes well,
I have to say: you look like hell.
[THANCRED.]
Just rhyming couplets, that one. My limericks are mostly of the saucy variety.
[Well, that answers both questions! He heads over, taking the proffered chair and turning it around so that he can straddle it backwards and lean on the backrest, like the coolguy he is.]
T'were popular tavern fare, back before my untimely demise. I suppose I just felt in the mood.
[Well, that answers both questions! He heads over, taking the proffered chair and turning it around so that he can straddle it backwards and lean on the backrest, like the coolguy he is.]
T'were popular tavern fare, back before my untimely demise. I suppose I just felt in the mood.
All right, then: write poetry in code and astrophysical motion. Let's see your efforts.
[The thing that's wildest about this concept is that Thancred's closest relatable memory of a person who talks like this is, in fact, a two-fulm-tall rabbit with a squeaky voice who doesn't know what a tree is.
So basically, this should be interesting. Let's go, Codingway.]
Meanwhile, I'll start sorting out which of these drinks I'm to imbibe first, shall I?
[The thing that's wildest about this concept is that Thancred's closest relatable memory of a person who talks like this is, in fact, a two-fulm-tall rabbit with a squeaky voice who doesn't know what a tree is.
So basically, this should be interesting. Let's go, Codingway.]
Meanwhile, I'll start sorting out which of these drinks I'm to imbibe first, shall I?
Fond of playing with tomestones, then, are you?
[thancred normal people don't know what the fuck a tomestone is BUT ANYWAY at least they know what a bar is, and that's his cue to find himself a drink.
And the dice say 1, which means right now his taste is running towards the Siren Song. Here we go!]
This one. The "Siren's Song".
[He takes a sip and considers, then hums a tone softly, like he's expecting it's going to do something to something to the quality of his voice.]
[thancred normal people don't know what the fuck a tomestone is BUT ANYWAY at least they know what a bar is, and that's his cue to find himself a drink.
And the dice say 1, which means right now his taste is running towards the Siren Song. Here we go!]
This one. The "Siren's Song".
[He takes a sip and considers, then hums a tone softly, like he's expecting it's going to do something to something to the quality of his voice.]
I can't say I'm much of an expert in them. They're remnants of a bygone era — one better left long dead.
[And yet they are presumably...smartphones. Based on what he's implying. So maybe that's a little concerning!
Meanwhile, though, he's testing the drink again, this time trying a bigger mouthful and swishing it on his tongue a little before swallowing.]
Curious. A fairly standard cocktail — balanced, hint of orange — but with a kick at the end reminiscent of seawater. Siren-like, I'd imagine.
[And yet they are presumably...smartphones. Based on what he's implying. So maybe that's a little concerning!
Meanwhile, though, he's testing the drink again, this time trying a bigger mouthful and swishing it on his tongue a little before swallowing.]
Curious. A fairly standard cocktail — balanced, hint of orange — but with a kick at the end reminiscent of seawater. Siren-like, I'd imagine.
[god don't ask about allag don't ask about allag]
...Well, I'm not finding myself irrepressibly attracted to you, so that's a start. Cane sugar...sea salt...spiced rum...orange peel...
[I have no idea if these ingredients are right but this is in fact the thing Thancred would get correctly and I'm not about to go ask the mods to give me a hard recipe so. Just. Let's assume he's getting these right, and goes on a little further.]
I'm not turning purple or something likewise absurd, am I? Not sprouting fins and gills?
...Well, I'm not finding myself irrepressibly attracted to you, so that's a start. Cane sugar...sea salt...spiced rum...orange peel...
[I have no idea if these ingredients are right but this is in fact the thing Thancred would get correctly and I'm not about to go ask the mods to give me a hard recipe so. Just. Let's assume he's getting these right, and goes on a little further.]
I'm not turning purple or something likewise absurd, am I? Not sprouting fins and gills?
Yes, I'll keep them on, if it's all the same to you. The last thing I need is yet another turn of fate rendering me in the altogether.
[He cocks his head, though, and tries another sip of the drink.]
Please do refrain from comment if you're harboring opinions on that notion, by the way. I've no need of it.
[He cocks his head, though, and tries another sip of the drink.]
Please do refrain from comment if you're harboring opinions on that notion, by the way. I've no need of it.
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