Iconics Green Room and OOC Thread. (Adoring fans welcome; no fighting allowed.)

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Jozan stares at Mialee, shocked. "No, no, no! I certainly do not question my own healing ability, as supplied by the divine Pelor! It is the finger-regenerative power of the basin of slime that I referred to. At this level, my dear, reattaching a finger is not in my repertoire, and I dislike what I see as the writers intention that we put our faith in a gallon or two of glowing juice to repair the damage."
 
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A wide steel door at the back of the room opens and a gnome with a clipboard steps in. He's chewing on the end of an unlit cigar. "Ok, folks, Piratecat is being held up again...his latest module has been picked up by Oprah for her new 'Game Accessory of the Month Club' and he's doing her show this afternoon." He notices the pile of empty beer bottles surrounding Regdar and rolls his eyes.

"So, if you think you are sober enough, we can catch up on some photo shoots." He looks around the room, maneuvers the cigar to the other side of his mouth, then checks his clipboard. Without looking up, he waves the Iconics through the steel door after him. There is a large studio on the other side, big enough for several sets to be prepared at one time, with a collection of cameras and technicians lounging in the center. The crew perks up when the Iconics enter and begin adjusting their equipment.

The gnome walks up to an area set up to look like the inside of a crypt, with a huge faux stone sarcophagus filling the center. "Hokay, Jozan, glad you've cleaned up a bit, you and Mialee can do the Undead piece we've talked about. Where's Lidda?" He shakes his head and makes a mark on the clipboard. Taking the cigar out of his mouth with stained fingers, he spits something black into a corner, then replaces the cigar and moves on.

"Vadania, baby, we'll get a seamstress to fix that rip in your outfit, then you and Regdar are here, with the swamp creatures." Several lizard men and something that looks like a humanoid-shaped mound of pond scum climb to their feet in a swamp set; the pond scum thing tosses a cigarette to one side.

The gnome sucks on his cigar a moment and flips pages on his clipboard. "Now, we didn't expect a break for you others so soon, but I'm sure there's stuff for you here, too. Roworr, of course, can double as a monster in just about any set, but I'll have to check the schedule. Just sit tight and we'll see what we can do."
 

Devis pokes his head apologetically into the room. "Anyone mind if I come in?" he almost whispers. He sidles in, hugging the wall to his back.

"H'ya Jozan, Regdar", he mumbles, darting up glances from between lowered bangs.

At the sight of Miallee in her usual outfit, and Vadiania not in her ususal outfit, he turns bright red and dives for the bathroom. You can hear the sound of cold water running and splashing.
 

Bah, on the run

Jozan, Pelor did not bring this "bounty,", Fred the best boy did, and it's made by a man named Samual Adams, Bah can't you tell by the label?

Regdar looking to the label with a narrowed eye. Looking up as Devis enters with a smirk.

Seems Devis has a case of Montazumma's Revenge. Bah that's why Regdar sticks to the ale. Don't drink the water.

Looking to the gnome, tossing back another brew.

Bah, takes more then this to get Regdar too wasted, Regdar will be a pose whore for you. Maybe the Iconics can pull the, uh what letter combat maneuver we on Mialee?
 


The lav door opens, and Devis creeps out. He looks around, and sees that the ladies are still in the room. He flushes beet red again.

"H-H-Hi" he says to them, in a stammering whisper.

He scans the room desperately for cover. Seeing the cooler, he latches on to it like a fish on a hook. He takes out a coke, and then looks around guiltily.

"Is this someone's coke? Is it ok if I take it? Where do I pay for it?"
 

I'm back! I'm back! I'm done! *does a little dance* My 5 day project that turned out to actually be 15-17 days is done, done, done. Hurrah!

So gather up yer swords, everyone; we pick back up tomorrow. :)
 

Krusk's grey-skinned arm trails out from behind the couch, with his fist clutching an empty bottle of "100 Years of Malt" Scotch whiskey. Amidst half-orc's rumbling snores, his half-conscience mutterings can be barely understood...

Must kill Captain Kirk.
Must destroy the Enterprise.
Long live Klingon Empire.
 
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Finally !

The half plastered Gnome heaves himself toward the door and back to the vault, stopping long enough to piddle on the WoTC flunky laying dazed by the door
 

Bah, let your sack drop boy.

Regdar rises and slaps Devis on the back, forcing a tall cold one into Devis's hand.

Bah, have a cold one my boy, you take a blow to the head or something. Drink up so we can once again returned to the red robed midgets adventure.
 

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