#ventricularpipefitter

[askeberhardtandco]

A hob asks Ross for advice about sex with humans.

Ross stared at the text on his screen in disbelief.

ventricularPipefitter: And you’re asking me this because…./why/, exactly? plumbDiver: Galefriend Brine pointed me to you.

And before Ross could ask /why/ the hob from his last session would have gotten the idea that he was an authority on interspecies relations—Brine was the only hob he’d ever met, for Frog’s sake!—, the other one posted another message.

plumbDiver: (33:46) plutonianFerment: Try Eberhardt. He hooked up with his human girlfriend during our session. The Founder must have been good, because they were screwing like tree-weasels in heat for most of the session.

…oh.

But the hob who’d contacted him on Ribbit didn’t stop there.

plumbDiver: (33:48) plutonianFerment: Also? Not too xenophobic. plumbDiver: (33:48) plutonianFerment: Eberhardt used to gnash his teeth about his estranged ‘boyfriend’ co-Founder tyrranizing trolls in his IRC. plumbDiver: (33:53) plutonianFerment: He was an *auspistice*.

Oh.

Ross skimmed the Pitspaedia entry on Hob biology one more time. Cloacae. Well. Okay then.

ventricularPipefitter: The most important thing is going to be /communication/. If you two can’t have a conversation about what she (or he?) wants and likes? ventricularPipefitter: Then you two shouldn’t be fucking in the first place.

[rvdrabbles]

Characters: lucidChthonia, ventricularPipefitter, Tim (nonplayer), sweetMesikaemmen, tenaciousTheseus, overwroughtStenographer, gnosticGenuflection, mention: hollowGavel, alkalineTonic, numeralsApostate

Setting: #ultimatereward

Word count: 2,322

* lucidChthonia PMs ventricularPipefitter (Sometimes I wonder if the things she talks about are superstition, or reality. In a magical bildungsroman generator game, I suppose there isn't much difference, is there?)

[rvdrabbles]

Characters: lucidChthonia, ventricularPipefitter, mention: Tim (nonplayer)

Setting: #ultimatereward

Word count: 3,282

* ventricularPipefitter PMs "Aelf" ( Aelfrida Smithson, Sylph of Mind, I do not have time for your bullshit. ) * luccht|online PMs "Ross" (Nobody else does, either.)

[askeberhardtandco]

A Guardian is always prepared.

You knew this day would come. You’d always known your daughter’s gifts would attract the attention of…others.

That didn’t mean she had any particular obligation to those other people, or their churches, or their plans. Her life was going to be hard enough without someone else reaching in and trying to dictate that what was best for her, was the same as what was best for them.

The clock on the coffee-maker blinked 3:18AM. You filled your thermos, and grabbed the tire-iron you kept by the door on the way out.

It was time to go and have a talk with the local priest. You’d be damned before you let The Church of All Terrors take Ross Marcel Eberhardt’s daughter away.

[askeberhardtandco]

taco night / session meeting

Ross was elated that Spenih showed up early to his spire for the session meeting.

He was even happier when she turned out to be a not-unskilled hand in the kitchen.

It never occurred to him that most people wouldn’t trust this girl enough to hand her a knife, even if it was just for chopping up vegetables.

[askeberhardtandco]

Little bells

“You know,” Ross begins, chewing on the backs of his knuckles in nervousness, “you don’t have to wear them when you’re awake. It was just something for Vi and I to keep you from fwip-ing off into the Ring.”

Spenih regards the bracelet of little silver bells, strung on woven black and blue string.

“She knows that,” Spenih replied, pushing back her hood. Her black eyes crinkled up at the edges in a smile. “But they’re also a gift from you. That’s different.”

[noxumbra7772]

Highschoolstuck AU : Skye gets a B on her report card.

You look at the B.  He looks at the B, too.  You look up when he ruffles your hair.

“See?  Improvement.  I’m proud of you.”

[rvdrabbles]

Characters: ventricularPipefitter, enturbulatedOccupation, Telescope (NPC)

Setting: cyberRV

Word count: 1,347

I didn’t know she knew how to speak Shipyard, thought Ross. It was either a lucky guess from her part as to Telescope’s formative years, or her research had found an interesting file in his ‘net presence. Either way, Myra had managed to surprise him - or, rather, both of them - with the depth of her experience yet again. Would wonders never cease?