012414-Ryspor-Balish

 -- conciseTactician [CT] began pestering gregariousTroubadour [GT] at 23:23 --

[11:23] CT: Ryspor is over Balish's shoulders bouncing like a sack of potatoes as he walks over to the Elevator

[11:25] GT: ~"I'd appreciate it if yov wovldn't bovnce me qvite ʃo mvch." Ryʃpor povtʃ aʃ he'ʃ joʃtled along vnceremoniovʃly.~

[11:25] CT: "I'd APPRECIATE it if you didn't ADRESS me so CAUSUALLY earlier. Jeeves, REALLY?" He adds in a few more rough twists, before steadying out.

[11:26] GT: ~"It waʃn't Jeeveʃʃ, it waʃ Jameʃʃ. Troll P.G. Wodehovʃe never even WROTE abovt a Jameʃʃ."~

[11:27] CT: Balish sighs. "SOME idiocy you are SPEWING back there. Did you ACTUALLY learn anything USEFUL or just some OLD quotes from OLDER trolls?"

[11:28] GT: ~Ryʃpor thinkʃ very hard. "What waʃ I ʃvppoʃed to be learning again? It'ʃ all very foggy."~

[11:29] CT: He shakes his head. "NEVERMIND, you don't need to learn ANYTHING with those swimming around in your SYSTEM, I IMAGINE."

[11:30] GT: ~"No, bvt, there waʃ ʃomething...Agh, think!" Ryʃpor beatʃ hiʃ head in frvʃtration, hoping to diʃlodge the relevant information.~

[11:31] CT: "Twink, SEAPEASANT, it's the Twink language."

[11:33] GT: ~"I REMEMBER NOW!" Ryʃpor yellʃ trivmphantly. "It'ʃ the tappy one, yeʃ?" He reacheʃ down and attemptʃ to ʃay 'Can yov vnderʃtand thiʃ?' in Twink on Baliʃh'ʃ back.~

[11:34] CT: Balish makes a disgusted noise. "Your accent is WORSE than MINE."

[11:34] GT: ~'I'm ʃtill learning, don't jvdge me too harʃhly!' he tapʃ indignantly.~

[11:35] GT: ~"Thiʃ iʃ qvite fvn," he giggleʃ ovt lovd.~

[11:37] CT: "Give your vowels LESS SPACE, I had the SAME problem. Pronunciation WISE, you JUST said 'I'm steell learneeng doont juodje me too hairshlee."

[11:39] GT: ~"Oh, vm..." Ryʃpor fvrrowʃ hiʃ brow in concentration, and tapʃ, 'Iʃ thiʃ any better?'~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:40] CT: "A little, you'll NEED to WORK on it, but you'll GET there. TOO FAST in my opinion, but sooner or later."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:40] CT: Balish presses the correct button on the elevator, setteling Ryspor down on his feet. "CAREFUL seapeasant, this thing ALWAYS gave me a rough time."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:43] GT: ~"Really? That'ʃ odd, it'ʃ never bothered me very mvch." He tapʃ thiʃ ʃame meʃʃage ovt on the elevator wall, ʃtrvggling to ʃtay vpright.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:44] CT: Balish frowns down at him. "That's ENOUGH practicing Twink, no NEED to show off. I learned the REAL way, mind you, and it's STILL a little hazy at TIMES."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:46] GT: ~"Thiʃ way iʃ aʃ real aʃ any other, and more exciting, too!" He povtʃ again. "And yov're ʃtill a grape, incidentally."~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:48] CT: "And YOU are still a COD pretending to swim CLOSE to the CROWN, and NO, you just got INJECTED with little ROBOTS, I learnt through PRACTICE, so BOTH my 'selves' know how to READ it."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:51] GT: ~"GRAPE. Yov, ʃir, are a GRAPE. ʃtiff, and, and rovnd, and eaʃily hvrt, too." He ʃmirkʃ trivmphantly, thovgh the effect iʃ ʃomewhat ʃpoiled by him loʃing hiʃ balance and flopping to the floor.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:51] CT: Balish raises a foot, and plants it on his chest. "Stay DOWN there for a time, won't YOU? PRACTICALLY where you belong."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:52] GT: ~Ryʃpor raiʃeʃ hiʃ armʃ in defeat, and ʃettleʃ on ʃcanning the ceiling of the elevator for more ʃmvdgeʃ to pvt nameʃ to.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:53] GT: ~"...The elevator'ʃ very clean," he remarkʃ after a time, ʃomewhat diʃappointedly.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:54] CT: "You are REALLY far GONE aren't you? I would be PAINTING the walls, if I took THOSE." He glances around and nods. "Libby has a WAY to clean everything. She USES electricity or SOMETHING, I dunno, it WORKS very WELL."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:55] CT: The elevator pings, and the doors open. "OKAY, there you GO seapeasant, get OUT, I have SOMEONE I wish to SPEND TIME with."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:56] GT: ~"Really? Faʃcinating." He fallʃ ʃilent for a while.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:56] CT: "No, GO."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:56] GT: ~"What?"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:57] CT: "To your ROOM, I'm done CARRYING you. You have LEGS." He gestures to the open doors.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:58] GT: ~"Vgh, FINE." He ʃtvmbleʃ to hiʃ feet, and ʃomehow makeʃ it to hiʃ door, before flopping down and trying to open it.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[11:59] CT: Balish sighs, walking to his door, opening it, and dragging Ryspor inside. "STAY." He says, once Ryspor is in the middle of the room.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[12:00] GT: ~"OK," he ʃayʃ meekly. "Thank yov, grape."~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[12:01] CT: "You are WELCOME seapeasant. Don't do ANYTHING stupid, I'll SEE you again SOON. I'll TAKE my leave."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[12:02] GT: ~Ryʃpor waveʃ ʃleepily, before jvʃt ʃort of keeling over and falling aʃleep where he ʃitʃ.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;"> -- conciseTactician [CT] ceased pestering gregariousTroubadour [GT] at 00:03 --