the old man
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2/25/2020
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Sian smiles. "To tell the truth, no. I always wondered why livestock was so scarce in the Neath. Cattle, I understand; they're hungrier than horses, if less picky. Pigs, though, and goats--they'll eat anything a human will, and a good bit more. A place that could keep millions of humans fed, however creatively, could certainly support a few domesticated omnivores. So I bought some land out Prickfinger way, imported a few pigs, some goats, and several type of fowl, and play my hand at farming.
"So tonight you're all eating Neath-raised pheasant. Not quite the same as pheasant shot on the Yorkshire wolds, but pleasant enough, I trust."
"I sometimes pity the neath born never seeing the sun, but to be frank for me a London phesent and a England phesent all taste the same." The old man smiles he's not entirely sure what he said but he knows it probably won't start a riot probably
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Shadowcthuhlu
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2/26/2020
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"I've actually imported in a few cows for fresh milk and butter. The b-----y hardest thing was finding a mushroom that they would eat and not die. Though the calves are starting to look a bit odd. . .I wonder if that's the fate of all things that live and breed in the neath? Each generation odder then the last." Dirae Erinyes manages to say all of this while demolishing their piece of bird.
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the old man
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2/26/2020
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Shadowcthuhlu wrote:
"I've actually imported in a few cows for fresh milk and butter. The b-----y hardest thing was finding a mushroom that they would eat and not die. Though the calves are starting to look a bit odd. . .I wonder if that's the fate of all things that live and breed in the neath? Each generation odder then the last." Dirae Erinyes manages to say all of this while demolishing their piece of bird.
"makes one wonder if maybe our rubbery friends started out as squids or octopuses from an earlier city doesn't it." the old man smiles lightly then in a look of panic quickly adds "not that I'm supporting the preposterous notion of evolution of course, the neath merely alters things"
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Siankan
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2/26/2020
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Shadowcthuhlu wrote:
"I've actually imported in a few cows for fresh milk and butter. The b-----y hardest thing was finding a mushroom that they would eat and not die. Though the calves are starting to look a bit odd. . .I wonder if that's the fate of all things that live and breed in the neath? Each generation odder then the last." Dirae Erinyes manages to say all of this while demolishing their piece of bird.
"Really? And you've had success? I hadn't heard of cattle making it on mushrooms--too much scours for one thing. I salute your success! Would it be inappropriate to ask for your secret?"
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Shadowcthuhlu
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2/26/2020
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Dirae Erinyes leans over with a mock whisper. "Elder continent vegetation. You are going to need heavy bribes to get the right kind best and you'll need a plan in case it grows too fast. But that lettuce makes my cow glow."
"Literally and figuratively" Evnesong clarified.
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Lady Sapho Byron
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2/27/2020
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"So," says Ondine brightly to Lady Byron, "what horrors have you seen in the theatre recently?"
"As you may guess, I attend that play about the letter G whenever I can. It never fails to produce the most shuddersome nightmares. That's why I never go alone. But for true horror, nothing--absolutely nothing--can surpass the expurgated version of A Midsummer Night's as performed by the Lady's Auxiliary Amateur Players of Southwark."
Lady Byron is overcome by a fit of shivering.
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Siankan
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2/27/2020
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Lady Sapho Byron wrote:
"As you may guess, I attend that play about the letter G whenever I can. It never fails to produce the most shuddersome nightmares. That's why I never go alone. But for true horror, nothing--absolutely nothing--can surpass the expurgated version of A Midsummer Night's as performed by the Lady's Auxiliary Amateur Players of Southwark."
Lady Byron is overcome by a fit of shivering.
"Oh, darling!" Ondine rests her hand on Sapho's arm in commiseration. "I saw their production of the Scottish play once. It was horrid. Happily, the gentleman accompanying me was an actor himself, and not quite sober. There was a bit of a row when he objected to their cutting out the Porter's lines and began declaiming them at volume. We were escorted out before the end of Act II, but all in all, I thought that was a benefit.
"Really, though, you shouldn't expose yourself to that sort of thing alone. Nothing encourages one through a poor performance like the hope of a good roast on the carriage home; do call on me next time."
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Lady Sapho Byron
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2/27/2020
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Siankan wrote:
"Oh, darling!" Ondine rests her hand on Sapho's arm in commiseration. "I saw their production of the Scottish play once. It was horrid. Happily, the gentleman accompanying me was an actor himself, and not quite sober. There was a bit of a row when he objected to their cutting out the Porter's lines and began declaiming them at volume. We were escorted out before the end of Act II, but all in all, I thought that was a benefit.
"Really, though, you shouldn't expose yourself to that sort of thing alone. Nothing encourages one through a poor performance like the hope of a good roast on the carriage home; do call on me next time."
"You are too kind, Ondine!" Sapho gratefully turns to her companion. "The only reason I went at all was to discomfort the audience--you know, 'Why is she at a play like this?' and so on--but as it transpired, I was far more distressed than anyone else. I have learned my lesson and I shall certainly call upon you if I am ever inclined to be so foolish again!"
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the old man
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2/27/2020
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"the worst play I ever saw, well preformed in really was the zailers wife, to give a little background I had recently heard about the phantom of the ammisar and decided to give some people a scare with the myth, (no unterword goals at all) to make a long story short apparently I had made my appearance in a ghost scene, I inadvertently joined the chorus, the main character got ill, I got mistaken for the replacement, was sent out onto stage with a cursory knowledge of the script and had to bluff my way through the play. all was going well until the final act where a rival spy recognized and attacked me, the curtain finally fell amidst our scuffle and the director was given enough "praise" as a forward thinking visionary to be drunk for a month." the old man smiles and then says "in retrospect may have been a better play than some I've written myself."
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Shadowcthuhlu
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3/2/2020
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"Was the Zailor's wife really the worst you've watched, if you were an actor?" Dirae Erinyes asks, giving the Old man a gentle ribbing. "I feel like the worst plays to work in would be a different list then then the worst ones we've watched."
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the old man
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3/2/2020
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"you are right I often go off on a tangent, but I read back the original script and I think my inclusion did some good, the whole thing was absolutely hogwash."
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Siankan
Posts: 1048
3/6/2020
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To cleanse the palate between the fowl and the meat, the attendants bring out ices from Irem, laced with rose and served in chilled favrile glass bowls.
A faint breath stirs the air, rippling the water that had been still as glass. Seen through its wrinkled surface, the trees and orchids and--is that a bird?--below seem to stretch and pucker.
[OOC: Sorry I've been out a while. I was waiting on some things last week, and then this week has mostly been a matter of tornado cleanup. (I and mine are unaffected, but we're all pitching in as we can. There's mess enough for everyone.)]
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Preacher Tzara
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3/6/2020
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Siankan wrote:
To cleanse the palate between the fowl and the meat, the attendants bring out ices from Irem, laced with rose and served in chilled favrile glass bowls.
A faint breath stirs the air, rippling the water that had been still as glass. Seen through its wrinkled surface, the trees and orchids and--is that a bird?--below seem to stretch and pucker.
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The good Preacher almost growls at this. "Hum. This tastes of something found. Is that a bird?".
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the old man
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3/7/2020
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Preacher Tzara wrote:
The good Preacher almost growls at this. "Hum. This tastes of something found. Is that a bird?".
the old man eats merrily enjoying the sensation of remembering rather than forgetting, however upon the mention of a living thing he tenses for a few seconds before returning as normal. "well I must say this has been a fine party, with any luck we won't do anything too foolish once we have too much wine in us
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Siankan
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3/7/2020
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Preacher Tzara wrote:
The good Preacher almost growls at this. "Hum. This tastes of something found. Is that a bird?"
Ondine leans over slightly, for a better view of flashing gold wings and trailing scarlet tail. "Beautiful. Though I do think the somersault is just showing off. Don't you?" This last was directed toward Lady Byron and Ixc.
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Shadowcthuhlu
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3/9/2020
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Evensong is openly delighted by the bird, eyes watching the water for more signs of bright feathers flying below them.
Dirae Erinyes closes their eyes, and are silent, lost in their own memories for a moment.
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Siankan
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3/16/2020
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Shadowcthuhlu wrote:
Evensong is openly delighted by the bird, eyes watching the water for more signs of bright feathers flying below them.
Tadhg too watches the bird with evident delight. He is Neath-born, and a bird resplendent in the fading light is a sight his eyes have never had a chance to tire of. As it finally flicks itself off among the drowned trees, Tadhg's eyes catch Evensong's in a moment of shared understanding.
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Shadowcthuhlu
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3/16/2020
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Evensong's mind stands on a knife-point as her eyes catch Tadhg. Prudence would claim to be dart her eyes away, to not show any weakness. Especially since she doesn't recognize his eyes as kin.
But the other side, a growing rebellion against her lifetime of fear, causes her to give a shy smile. "Do you also adore flying things?"
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the old man
Posts: 381
3/16/2020
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the old man leans back and smiles as the bird which so often guided him out of madness flits out of sight, the old man sighs and says "this has been a fantastic evening truly, but I fear I have left it too long, my wife will be worried, so unless their is anything truly exceptional I must see, I will bid all good night."
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Siankan
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3/16/2020
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Shadowcthuhlu wrote:
But the other side, a growing rebellion against her lifetime of fear, causes her to give a shy smile. "Do you also adore flying things?"
Tadhg's eyes light up and he smiles. "As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame..." He breathes out. "They say the Children of Lir were cursed to be swans for nine hundred years. I wonder sometimes whether they hadn't been blessed on accident.
"I'm Neathborn. My parents came down with the Fall, and to be honest we weren't in danger of wealth. When I was younger, birds--whether common crows and cockatiels or the Simurgh and the Phoenix--seemed to me to embody everything I wasn't, and didn't have. Beauty. Freedom. Light. Even knowledge. I remember reading stories of the glowing hircine, and imagining it coming to the Neath, flying across London and lighting the town like real day.
"I saw the Prophets once, wheeling over a headland in the light of the Mountain. I stared at them as long as we were in sight, even though I knew how much they might endanger the ship. I thought then that it was the closest I'd ever get to seeing birds dance in the sun. Tonight, perhaps, I got a bit closer."
He stops, a bit embarrassed at how long and earnestly he had spoken. He watches for Evensong's reaction a trifle nervously.
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