Nargalsius | Jupiter: Metis, Adrastea, Amalthea, Thebe, Io, Europa, Ganymede, Callisto, Leda, Himalia, Lysithea, Elara, Ananke, Carme, Pasiphae, Sinope, and a few as of yet unnamed moons.
Wakshaani says "Metis? Damn! Jupiter should *know* to stay away from sister planets!"
Anneka wows. Cool names, too. She wonders what Prospero looks like. Probably a little potato of a thing.
Sekhmet heh.
Nargalsius thinks Jupiter's moons are named after Greek characters, while Uranus' are mostly Shakespearian.
Sekhmet | I am the great wizard Prospero!
Sekhmet | I look like a Potato!
Sekhmet says "They all are."
Nargalsius says "All are what? Shakespearian?"
Sekhmet says "Yes."
Anneka says, "Oh, what brave new world that has such tubers in't."
Wakshaani puddles in Yi's tummy. . o O ( oo. Warm! And cozy! )
Yi says "Warm. Cozy. Ultra acidic. All the qualities that you'd like your bedroom to be, And More!"
Foxtrot X-Ray |Breed Moots!!
Roger says "The metis moot would so be the target of terrorist attacks."
Ling thinks of the lupus moot.
Lenny | Rides-Fire and Nightflash sit around and sniff each other.
Outlaw suddenly flashes on the LARP where her adren Get of Fenris female was body changed with a male vampire.
Outlaw had grabbed someone and snarled, "I'm undead, and I have a penis. Don't tell me to calm down." :)
Wakshaani | Unbeknownst to all, lurking in Narg's air vent was Death, itself! "Dammit," Death mutters, icy hand unable to complete its mission, target so near, yet so far away, "Knew I shouldn't have had those donuts on the way over here."
Three-Blades | Yi holds up an adorable laborador puppy in front of John's face. Puppy licks the ahroun's cheek lightly and whimpers cutely. John's reaction? No change.
Cameron | After a few moments... "Why?"
Three-Blades | Yi and the other Walker ragabi cubs huddle. "It's not working!" "I know, I know. We'll need something stronger... but what?" "... Dress Rina up like a lab puppy?"
Lancelot can see it, Le Mort de Arthur. "Hi, I'm Mort, see. You goombahs know Arthur, right? Well, we're gonna do tings his way from now on, see? Now, there's dis big coffee table he wants brough in..."
Nicodemus wanders in evilly. Evilly is a little know subspecies of the common bermuda grass.
Guest-of-Alecto peers at Cam. "I don't swing that way. when I get on the swings, I go one direction... I go around the bar a buncha times until I run out of chain. Then I smack my head and pass out, in a manly, hetero kind of way.