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[Serza]

Not in the mood to read.* Last message she read from me was two weeks ago. "Oh, two weeks. That's nothing". Yeah, I know but considering she wanted a morning message every single day, and she hasn't checked...

 

Aw, ******. We lost 'er.

[the Dame]

Dame!  I thought the 'arse' was implied for us girls.  *Stares openly at Michel's and Cullen's arses*

 

Uhu, I can only agree..

 

DAME!! Glad you could make it for the Beren Day party. Two parties, one right after the other. Damn. Need more drinks. And hairstyles.

I did and I got scared.

 

Yeah, I'm glad I came by.. Free drinks and cake and.. cheers for B-boy! 

[Al Foley]

*Foley gets a drink filled to the brim with caffeine* Ugh, have to stay up for a couple more hours.  Entertain me!

[Beren Von Ostwick]

Excellent timing, there he is! Happy Birthday, Bären!

Have total non creepy pic:

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And I heard you Americans like to have ice cream cake for your birthdays, so you better share if there's one around.

 

*Scarfs down entirety of massive cookie/cake before anyone else can even touch it*  Bears for Ber!  

 

*Bear hugs Miles, leaving some crumbs on the poor fellas shirt*

 

 

*Meanwhile outside the Herald's Rest a heated exchange can be heard.*

 

Cassandra:  Remind me why I am doing this again?

Paragon:  Because you refused to wear tassels and jump out of the other one, now just hold up your end and stop scowling .... Jeez.

Cassandra:  *Disgusted noise*

Paragon:  Save that for later, you know it doesn't work on me, although (looks at Cassandra's manliness appraisingly) *shakes head to clear it*   Gawd, tassels would have had so much more impact but, nooooooooooo.

 

*Cassandra and Paragon manhandle a huge box and place it on the table*  OK Beren, I see you skulking there.  I promised you a booby cake, so here it is!  Everybody chipped in although they didn't know it *winks at Cabot*

 

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I also promised myself I would do this!  *Pushes Beren, head first into the cake's cleavage*  Oh and this is from Dave .....

 

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That's for talking about bacon in front of him yesterday 

 

Happy Birthday buddy 

 

 

OMG!!!  *motorboats the sh*t out of that cake after Paragon so graciously helped him get his face in position!*  Cassie babe, you can do the tassles later in private.  You cannot deny me, I am the birthday boy!  TASSLES!

[disgusted noise]

That's my girl!

 

What? its dear Leader's birthday?!  Lets throw him a missile parade party or something!

It's not my birthday.

Beren is dear leader.  Impostor! *points and hisses*

Beren created the thread but Roy is clearly our leader.

 

No offense, Ber *throws cookie*

 

No offense taken, hon!  Much obliged!  So much sweets today.... *burp*

 

Aye, Foley, tis true, btw.  My title of DrinkQuisitor is more or less just an honorary one.  Her Royness has been The Will of The Herald ever since Cabot murder-knifed Oghren for stealing the cookie dough and became The Herald of the DrinkQuisition.  It's all clearly laid out in the first post.  Roy rules with her iron smallclothes.

 

Hey!  I resent that!  Who're you calling loose?

 

*Suddenly Cullen and Michel walk by and Paragon's clothes mysteriously just all drop off...*

 

Oh!  Hey guys, I am not sure if y'all are familiar with American birthday customs, but see here's the thing.  Everyone who comes to the party gets spanked by the birthday boy, one spank for each year being celebrated.  Yep. I'm pretty sure that's how it goes...

[Al Foley]

OMG!!!  *motorboats the sh*t out of that cake after Paragon so graciously helped him get his face in position!*  Cassie babe, you can do the tassles later in private.  You cannot deny me, I am the birthday boy!  TASSLES!

[disgusted noise]

That's my girl!

 

 

No offense taken, hon!  Much obliged!  So much sweets today.... *burp*

 

Aye, Foley, tis true, btw.  My title of DrinkQuisitor is more or less just an honorary one.  Her Royness has been The Will of The Herald ever since Cabot murder-knifed Oghren for stealing the cookie dough and became The Herald of the DrinkQuisition.  It's all clearly laid out in the first post.  Roy rules with her iron smallclothes.

 

 

*Suddenly Cullen and Michel walk by and Paragon's clothes mysteriously just all drop off...*

 

Oh!  Hey guys, I am not sure if y'all are familiar with American birthday customs, but see here's the thing.  Everyone who comes to the party gets spanked by the birthday boy, one spank for each year being celebrated.  Yep. I'm pretty sure that's how it goes...

Ah like Kara post Trespasser.  I do have issues on who she'd hand the Inquisition over to after the fact. 

[Paragonslustre]

*blinks*   I think I'm having the naked dream .....

[Al Foley]

*blinks*   I think I'm having the naked dream .....

*Foley chuckles and raises a mug of rootbeer to his lips while looking at Paragon* 

[Beren Von Ostwick]

Where did he go?  I got him a stripper.  She gets paid by the hour 

 

*Ber looks up*  *burp*  Oh.... oh...  Uh, I thought she was part of the buffet table.

 

 

...  So... glorious...

 

[Al Foley]

*Ber looks up*  *burp*  Oh.... oh...  Uh, I thought she was part of the buffet table.

 

 

...  So... glorious...

 

....you ate the stripper?

[Beren Von Ostwick]

I just went OOL

 

....you ate the stripper?

 

Hey, don't blame me!  She had frosting on on TaTas.  I mean, come on, that screams food.

 

Also, just a little self-burn on myself to celebrate my b-day.

 

 

*Ber reaches back for like the 50th time and tries to adjust his damned underwear*  Now where's that bloody nug??

[Al Foley]

I just went OOL

 

 

Hey, don't blame me!  She had frosting on on TaTas.  I mean, come on, that screams food.

 

Also, just a little self-burn on myself to celebrate my b-day.

 

 

*Ber reaches back for like the 50th time and tries to adjust his damned underwear*  Now where's that bloody nug??

OMG Ber. 

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

Aye, Foley, tis true, btw.  My title of DrinkQuisitor is more or less just an honorary one.  Her Royness has been The Will of The Herald ever since Cabot murder-knifed Oghren for stealing the cookie dough and became The Herald of the DrinkQuisition.  It's all clearly laid out in the first post.  Roy rules with her iron smallclothes.

Iron smallclothes. Dying.

[Beren Von Ostwick]

"[grunt] Well all of this frivolity has been fun, but I have better uses for my time."

"Okie dokie, pooh bear.  I'll see you tonight, say midnight?  Oh, don't forget the tassles!"

"[disgusted noise]"

 

*Ber, knowing he has her shoved aside until midnight, finally works up his nerve enough to make his move.  He grabs the single rose in the vase that he had stashed behind the bar and places it next to Miss T's lair entrance with a note*

 

"Dearest Whatever, I so miss the pleasure of your company after that wondrous night of pain when you captured me.  Meet me tonight atop the Templar tower.  9pm."

 

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No, not you!  The other one!

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*A figure appears briefly, takes the rose, and returns to the lair...*

 

 

 

*Ber bounces around like a giddy schoolgirl for a few moments before returning to his cake*

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

*Crawls out of her lair carrying Beren's note*   That poor girl is so excited she asked me for a salary advance to buy a new dress. You better treat her well... she makes the best cookies and pastries and if this affects her performance you'll have to answer to me...

[Beren Von Ostwick]

She's excited??  Really?!  *Squees*  *Beren runs off to polish up his armor*

[LightningPoodle]

How does Cass feel about this arrangement?

[Beren Von Ostwick]

 

She doesn't feel anything about it and it is going to stay that way.  Isn't it?!

[Al Foley]

*Foley is confused*

[LightningPoodle]

 
She doesn't feel anything about it and it is going to stay that way.  Isn't it?!

Uh... yes, of course. *heads out to the training yard*

[Al Foley]

So onto my third most hated episode of B5 probably, I still like this one, but meh it also gives me some...IDK.  Still Lots of great red meat.  

 

Also had a conversation with a co worker about Cass. 

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

Uh... yes, of course. *heads out to the training yard*

I DARE YOU TO TELL HER!

 

*grabs her mug and runs*

[correctamundo]

HomedinnnerrushtoheraldsrestCABOTAMEAD!

 

Oh hi happy Berday! A tarte surprise just for you!

 

 

Bar stool and feet on counter ready for the buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp!

[LightningPoodle]

I DARE YOU TO TELL HER!

 

*grabs her mug and runs*

 

*whispers something in Cass' ear*

[Al Foley]

*whispers something in Cass' ear*

Boo cheap shot *throws a mug of tomatos at Lightning* 

[Beren Von Ostwick]

 

Bah, I'm standing my ground on this one.  I like Whatever #1 and I'm going to spend time with her.  Period.