The Hive is (realy) Dead! Long Live the Hive Mind!

[Aurora]

Hmm ... seems you get boatloads of support from all these weirdos across the world here in the hive.

Sounds strangely suspicious to me! [Pulls trenchcoat about his figure, pulls down fedora, walks off into a dark alley and promptly trips over some trash cans b/c his hat was pulled down too low.]

Drat. Hate when that happens. :\

I like boats.

Oh wait. Nevermind.

<---quite goofy herself

 

[Mycanid]

That giant ratted me out? I KNEW he seemed just a little too jolly.

And you say that when I start going on about things one should only smile and nod? :\

 

[Aurora]

Who you calling a fingernail chewer!

En Gar ... hmm ... the celery doesn't work any more. :\

*sigh* slandered by a toad.

You need the throw anything feat.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

Who you calling a fingernail chewer!

En Gar ... hmm ... the celery doesn't work any more. :\

*sigh* slandered by a toad.

Well, then why don't you explain it to me. I'm signed into AIM.

 

[Aurora]

ROFL!!

Yessireebob ... I know about THIS one.

I hope you make backups of your stuff somewhere else? D'Shai shoulda pounded it into you to always have TWO copies of your stuff everywhere.

He backs up the G and H drives about once a month.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

I like boats.

Oh wait. Nevermind.

<---quite goofy herself

Sometimes when I laugh I snort.

 

[Mycanid]

With a one week old newborn? No thanks. I did traveling with Kylee when she was 2 weeks old and that was because of dshai's mom being sick. I don't EVER want to do that again.

No, no, no, no. Mama stays put and takes care of the little Corbie with Kylee's help.

Still would be nice to see though. :\

Man ... at GenCon you will likely be eNORmous.

C'est la vie! [Whistles a French baker's tune and begins to eat an éclair....]

 

[hafrogman]

*sigh* slandered by a toad.

Fitting, for a toadstool.

 

[Mycanid]

You need the throw anything feat.

Throws the celery stalk at hafrogman. [Rolls a 1] Hafrogman watches as it soars off to the left and lands in the pond.

Hmm ... you may be right.

[Sits down to compose an extemporaneous haiku verse]

 

[Angel Tarragon]

C'est la vie! [Whistles a French baker's tune and begins to eat an éclair....]

I can just imagine this.