[exileic] Shad: ngh.
Zve nods at the group.
Pitchblàck says: Hm?
[exileic] Fells: Mmn?
[exileic] Homrend: Eh?
Zve looks down at his box, then at Fells.
[exileic] Shad: smrn. M. hrm. Pfeh. ...Is everyone gone?
[exileic] Homrend: ...no?
[exileic] Zve: Ah, damn. Minis didn' wake on you, did they?
[exileic] Shad: Sorry, I mean...here. At home.
[exileic] Genise: If you listen to my critics, I was gone three years ago.
[exileic] Fells: Hey, you. Mmnhmn. Babes're down, Botch an' me're at the Pig.
Pitchblàck says: The cat is Jahira, which I think you've all met
[exileic] Kyraine: At the pub, aye.
[exileic] Shad: Down is a very relative term, shari.
Pitchblàck says: The talkative one is Kel
[exileic] Zve: If'n they're up, I can come back.
[exileic] Shad: And Madame Crownsilver, you are -never- gone.
Kelesaria glares at Pitch.
[exileic] Homrend: Lucky bunch. Save me a pint, aye?
[exileic] Shad: It is all right. I am sentient.
[exileic] Zve: Sure?
[exileic] Kyraine: Shad, before I forget or fall asleep on the floor here, I owe you an ale.
[exileic] Shad: Yes. Besides, it is Felicia, and who does Felicia love best? She loves -me- yes she does.
Zve says: Right, there he goes...
[exileic] Shad: You do? Heading out for tonight, I take it?
Fells says: Ain't fair. He's right, too.
[exileic] Kyraine: Not right at the moment, but fairly soon. And aye, I do.
Fells heaves a sigh.
[exileic] Shad: I shall take you up on that on Tuesday, then.
[exileic] Genise: You're quite kind, Shad. And correct, might I add.
[exileic] Shad: I do make a habit of being correct about lovely and brilliant women.
Fells smirks at the box and shakes her head.
[exileic] Kyraine: Tuesday it is.
Zve pats Fells' hand. "Don' think you need to worry on that, figure."
Kyraine says: Thank the gods he's not going to pitch a fit on someone wanting to buy him an ale.
Zve says: Felicia's not near old 'nough, anyright.
Zve grins wickedly at Fells.
[exileic] Genise: Okay, you get a free week at the Feather.
[exileic] Pitchblàck: Is that all it takes?
[exileic] Zve: ...S'at all it feckin' takes?
Zve looks at Pitchblàck.
[exileic] Genise: For Shad, yes!
Fells says: Oh tha's amazin'.
Zve glares angrily at Fells.
Wildlark punches Pitch on the shoulder.
Kyraine says: Oh hells, that's...
Fells positively beams at him.
[exileic] Pitchblàck: ... ow
Kyraine looks at Botch with sympathy
Fells says: Sommat wrong.
Kyraine is really trying to hide a grin. And failing.
Zve says: All kinds of feckin' rotten...
Wildlark says: You don't need to be going there anyway
[exileic] Genise: He's been working on that for a while. Proof that persistence pays.
Fells speaks ever so clearly into the speaker.
Pitchblàck says: -Now- who's jealous?
[exileic] Fells: Hey Gen, I still gots m'free pass too, ayeh?
[exileic] Shad: *chuckle* You are very kind, but I would likely get myself into a great deal of trouble.
Zve says: Can'...feckin'...believe it.
Fells winks slyly at Zve.
[exileic] Genise: Members of the Riders do have free passes so long as they conduct themselves in a proper manner.
Fells says: Sommat the matter, Botch?
Wildlark debates hitting him again.
[exileic] Fells: Jest double-checkin'!
Fells pets Zve.
[exileic] Kyraine: We do?
Fells says: Awwww.
Fells soothes Zve. There, there...things will be ok.
Fells comforts Zve.
Fells looks down upon Zve with pity.
Zve says: M'throwin' myself off a tower, miss.
Zve says: Bury me with my hat.
[exileic] Wildlark: Does that include cats?
Kyraine says: Oi Botch, if you do that, can I have your things?
Fells says: Nether onnat, keepin' the hat.
[exileic] Genise: Mmmhm, notification should've been sent to you upon registration with the guild. And only cats who come in their elven form.
Kyraine says: Been looking for a halfway decent hat.
Wildlark looks triumphant.
Zve says: M'takin' it with me.
[exileic] Pitchblàck: But I'm a perfectly handsome cat
Fells says: Yer not gonna be there t'say no.
Kyraine says: Right, then don't jump, if I'm not getting a hat out of it.
[exileic] Shad: So when you said I had a free week, what you meant was I could have a free every-week.
Fells says: Tower, r'member.
Zve says: Have it in a death-grip.
[exileic] Genise: Oh no, I meant a free week. It doesn't hurt me any to tell someone with a lifetime pass that they get a free week.
Zve says: Hah.
[exileic] Wildlark: Give it up Pitch
Zve looks only slightly vindicated.
[exileic] Shad: *chuckle* An excellent gambit.
Fells says: Hafta jest tear it all up gittin' it free then.
[exileic] Genise: The Feather -does- have a pet nursery, but I'm sure you'd not have much fun there.
[exileic] Pitchblàck: .....
[exileic] Pitchblàck: That just... doesn't seem right
Wildlark leans down and whispers in Pitch's ear.
Pitchblàck 's eyes widen.
[exileic] Genise: It's an establishment formed to cater to bipeds. It's nothing against druids who prefer their animal forms. It's simply a matter of the rules.
[exileic] Pitchblàck: You know what, nevermind
[exileic] Pitchblàck: I think I just got a better offer
Kelesaria glances between Pitch and Lark, raising an eyebrow.
Zve says: I'm a bi-ped.
Fells says: 'course y'are, Botch.
Fells pets Zve.
Kyraine nods at Zve.
Fells says: Good boy.
Fells says: Oh OH.
Fells says: When y'was talkin' 'bout thinkin' in circles.
Zve says: No.
Fells says: Guess what I didn' say.
Zve says: -No.-
Zve says: Don'
Zve raises a claw in warning.
Fells says: "So are ya -chasin' yer tail-"
Fells says: Git it!
Kyraine grins at Fells
Zve hangs his head.
Zve says: Pitch.
Zve says: -You- can have my damn--
Zve says: Nevermind.
Zve points at Wind Rider Cub.
Zve says: Tyrant?
Zve says: -YOU- can have my damn things.
Kyraine says: Oi, what about me?
Pawa looks up at him brightly, He obviously has no clue what that means.
Zve says: You laughed too.
Fells grins wickedly at Kyraine.
Fells says: C'mon.
Kyraine says: Aye, course I laughed, but it wasn't personal.
Fells says: -Chasin' yer tail.-
Fells says: Tell me that ain't brillian'.