Apr 21, 2020
VILAYN: This is my son, Dorian, and his sister, Mixolydian.
HAZIL: [From the next room.] We're getting a divorce.
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VILAYN: This is my son, Dorian, and his sister, Mixolydian.
HAZIL: [From the next room.] We're getting a divorce.
“Why do fiddlers always have to stand on the table in taverns?”
“What?”
“You always see it. Buy them a drink, hand them an instrument, and watch them leap up onto the table like a nix-hound springing over an ashpit. You do it too, Mister V. You lot just aren't happy unless you're kicking over people's drinks and stamping in their dinner.”
“We like to make sure everybody can hear us.”
“Want to make sure you’re the centre of attention, more like.”
“...get back to work.”
[Returned from work with a headache so won't be on until later, but a thought for the day: Vilayn has definitely written a shanty about Sock, not dissimilar to this one, called 'Blacklight Guar'.]
Sock is the finest guar, sera, that ever was fed upon hay!
“Why does they say sailors has a girl in ev’ry port, anyways? I ain’t got a girl in ev’ry port. Jus’ ask anyone in Dawnstar.”
“I’ve been thinking about Mistress Willa--”
“Aye, captain, me too. There’s something... fishy about her.”
“...Vi?”
“Aye?”
“Get out of my quarters.”
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Loud, raucous laughter echoed from down the alleyway.
“Now the streets is laughin’ at me!”
“I’ll go and investigate, if it will alley your fears.”
"Braskan, if you keep winding up that Imperial he's going to hit you in the face."
"Why's ya tellin’--"
"You can rest Ashered of that."
"...Captain! Mister Vi’s doin’ puns again!”
Autumn Festival
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Who am I kidding, the Scamps just heard the word “festival”, assumed there would be booze, and demanded an impromptu piratical vote on whether they could go to it, to which the answer was a resounding “aye” from everybody except the Captain. Their dates will be anyone with dubious enough taste to fall for their idea of pickup lines (ie. no one), and none of them will make much of an effort with their clothes. Except Sock. He might be given a new hat for the occasion.
“This festival is in the middle of Skyrim! It’s not even near the sea! We’ve got to get this cargo to Hammerfell by Evening Star!” “Sorry, Captain, but unless you want a mutiny...”