042314-Ryspor-Seriad

 -- carewornAstro1ogist [CA] began pestering gregariousTroubadour [GT] at 18:47 --

[06:47] CA: "Fuck Dooir and his shit science!"

[06:51] GT: ~Ryʃpor jvmpʃ, and tvrnʃ with deathly patience. "Now what?"~

[06:57] CA: "Okay, soo, we were talking, everything was fine. We get oon the subject oof fancy wines. Noow, I JOKINGLY say soomething aloong the lines oof 'mmm this wine is delicioous' oor soomething. Then he starts spoouting bullshit aboout science, when I tell him it happens because oof magic. Even thoough it's noot really magic, All I did was- woould doo, was soort oof... tilt thhe boottle... ooh never mi

[06:57] CA: nd. Dooir's a shit head." THere is a faint trace oof alchoohool oon her breath

[07:00] GT: ~Ryʃpor'ʃ noʃe crinkleʃ in diʃgvʃt. "Yov've been drinking, haven't yov?"~

[07:01] CA: "Pssh, N-Noo... Ha... haha..."

[07:06] GT: ~Ryʃpor ʃighʃ, and regretfvlly yet grciovʃly excvʃeʃ himʃelf from the empreʃʃ, taking ʃeriad by the hand and dragging her along. "Come on, yov're making a ʃpectacle in front of Her Highneʃʃ."~

[07:08] CA: Very looudy, she yells "OH! OOPS MY BAD, SORRY QUEENY!"

[07:11] GT: ~He hiʃʃeʃ, pvlling her into a corridor, and ʃlapʃ her. "ʃTOP IT. Yov have been nothing bvt diʃgracefvl the ENTIRE TIME we've been here, and thiʃ iʃ my limit. Yov need to pvll yovrʃelf together, or I will MAKE yov."~

[07:12] GT: ~He pvtʃ her down. "Now. Magic iʃ real. ʃcience iʃ ALʃO real. There iʃ nothing to ʃay that they can't coexiʃt, and I ʃhall peʃter Doir to tell him the ʃame. All right?"~

[07:12] CA: "She dooesn't like yoou."

[07:13] GT: ~Ryʃpor'ʃ fingerʃ twitch a little. "I ʃAID, all RIGHT?"~

[07:14] CA: "Alright." She giggles, "grumpy..."

[07:16] GT: ~He ʃighʃ. "I'll have to take what I can get, I ʃvppoʃe." He decaptchalogveʃ hiʃ PMMM coffee thermoʃ and handʃ it to her. "Drink thiʃ, it ʃhovld help retvrn yov to ʃome ʃemblance of ʃobriety."~

[07:24] CA: "Cooffee... RIght. "

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:30] CA: "Soooooooooooooooo, anyways! Hoow're things looser?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:32] GT: ~"Mvch more tolerable withovt yov hovnding my every move, believe me." He ʃitʃ down beʃide her and takeʃ ovt hiʃ phone.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:34] CA: "Texting in the middle oof a coonversatioon. Soo rude... Yoour lusus shoould've raised yoou better

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:42] GT: ~He throwʃ her a look, and retvrnʃ to texting.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:48] GT: ~Hiʃ face growʃ increaʃingly ʃtormy aʃ he continveʃ to text, before he cloʃeʃ the phone with a click and growlʃ frvʃtratedly.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:49] CA: "Did Dooir make yoou grumpier?"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:50] GT: ~"Yeʃ," he ʃayʃ terʃely.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:50] CA: She giggles yet again

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:52] GT: ~He ʃcowlʃ. "Right, have yov qvite finiʃhed that coffee yet?"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[07:53] CA: "Oh yeaaaah!" She decaptchaloogues it, and takes a swig.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:00] GT: ~He rollʃ hiʃ eyeʃ. "Paʃʃ it over when yov're finiʃhed, I need ʃome right abovt now." He groanʃ. "God, I mvʃt look like ʃvch a fool in front of the Empreʃʃ! Pvlling my drvnken kiʃmeʃiʃ away to 'take care of her'. I'm not ʃvppoʃed to HAVE to take care of yov! I certainly don't want to, bvt yovr little...thing with Tlaloc haʃn't gone anywhere, and I dovbt yov'd get along with anyone elʃe, ʃo the dvt

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:00] GT: y fallʃ to me. Honeʃtly, I jvʃt want to ʃlap yov ʃometimeʃ." He grinʃ. "Not that I don't do that already."~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:03] CA: She makes sure too spill a hefty ammoount intoo the water befoore handing it too him, "Here yoou goo!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:05] GT: ~Ryʃpor ʃtartʃ covghing aʃ the grovndʃ diʃperʃe arovnd them. "Dear god I - hhah - I know yov're a landdweller, bvt - kvh-HAH - THINK before yov act, for - pfvh - for GodOʃ' ʃake!"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:08] CA: "Bluh. Ooops - kulk - My bad!"

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:09] GT: ~Ryʃpor attemptʃ to clear the water with a few flapʃ of hiʃ tail. It'ʃ ʃomewhat effective~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:31] CA: "mmm, shake that tail." She says moockingly, "Pretty loow-tier but whatever."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:31] CA: "Pert." She scooffs

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:32] GT: ~"Vgh, now everything taʃteʃ of watered-down coffee. It iʃn't even very good in the firʃt place. If only my coffee grinder waʃn't broken..."~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:34] CA: "Yoour queen will disapproove oof these shenanigains."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:36] GT: ~"I rather think ʃhe'd diʃapprove of yovr drvnken bvffoonery more," he ʃayʃ, bvt hiʃ face betrayʃ a ʃlight amovnt of worry.~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:48] GT: ~"...Perhapʃ I'll go back," he ʃayʃ, after a moment'ʃ pavʃe. "Yov jvʃt...ʃit here for a while and attempt not to make a ʃcene when yov retvrn, all right?"~

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:48] CA: She makes an inaudible mumbling soound

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;">[08:50] GT: ~Ryʃpor nodʃ condeʃcendingly. "I'll ʃee yov later then, I ʃvppoʃe." He ʃwimʃ back to the Empreʃʃ' ʃide.~