#maniacprayer

[disgracedcryptophilologist]

the first belated-birthday present of the day

daekie: so theres a chance thurlow just wakes up and alexis is eating their food

CameoAppearance: ehehehe

daekie: no ceremony just like '..oh yer up'. continues eating thurlow's food

CameoAppearance: "I WAS /SAVING/ THAT SQUID."

daekie: 'Too bad. 's mine now.'

CameoAppearance: ">:( You should catch me a new squid."

daekie: 'I don't fish.'

CameoAppearance: "I thought you were a monster hunter."

daekie: 'Doesn't mean I can just up and catch a squid, y'know.'

CameoAppearance: "You just need to believe in yourself."

daekie: 'You sound like my brother. The first time he told me to believe in myself, I broke my leg.'

CameoAppearance: thurlow has, incidentally, conducted this whole argument from their bed, because they have already written off the squid as a loss and don't get up quickly for just any food theft.

daekie: Alexis is probably eating the squid while they talk.

daekie: Terrible manners, Alexis.

[asofterneath]

I don't know why they keep telling me their problems.

art: rukafais edit: kylee

[chaucermilling]

It's not like the public hasn't seen it before.

[chaucermilling]

maniacprayer replied to your post: maniacprayer replied to your post: Months have...

You could try, at least. I’d not have any objections to participation.

As long as there are no knives present, perhaps.

[chaucermilling]

maniacprayer replied to your post: Months have passed! I have become increasingly...

Presumably baking of the slutty kind would involve baking suggestively-shaped pastries while primarily nude?

I'm afraid I would be laughing far too hard to get anything else done, my dear. And I do mean anything.

[chaucermilling]

There is something to be said for maintaining old contacts, and Chaucer would be quick to tell you all about it - provided, of course, you agreed to a bit of drink and a friendly chat with him. Since moving from the heart of the bohemian world, it's been hell to get back for a visit, but tonight, Veilgarden is alight with word and music and raucous laughter, from the Singing Mandrake to Hollow Street. He is glad to be here, in the glow of the gas lamps and the smell of wine and smoke, but it gets a little overwhelming at times, and he has to excuse himself, to step out of the bar to get a breath or two of fresh air. He doesn't remember the tobacco being that potent. 

Pulling his coat tight around him, he peers down the street, to watch the people milling to and fro, and looks for familiar faces. Or, barring that, interesting ones.

[asofterneath]

it isn't the storm that makes the ocean dangerous

[sagacioustrickster-blog]

maniacprayer replied to your post: There has been an attempt on my life. I suppose I...

What’s the use of such anger? Death holds no merit here.

T'is but a matter of pride. 

My life is mine to gamble with, and mine alone. Cowardly strangers who will not show their face to me as they attempt to do the same have no stake in the matter.