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Originally posted by Jadehand:
LOL, yes, Layers indeed. Cheers! *slams another "Broadside" (yes I just named it)* (And yes, I'll make one at D*C)

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...space chickens can use telephones!

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Originally posted by seryn:
SR returns to the Castle to find hundreds of people milling alover the place, and small child tugs on his tunic hem and in coached tones tells him the Seryn is over this way.

Following the kid, SR see Seryn seated amongst a group of ladies in bright dresses in a small raised dais off to one side of a large open and almost empty field.

"Hey darling! Look, I made some new friends. They were just telling me about whats happening, its like an old medieval tournament, and they have the jousting and whatnot, but they also have events like chicken dressage, agility training, chicken dancing and chicken confusing. *lowers voice* BTW, all the wild chickens belong to the king. and all the property of the people also belong to the king, so basically, everything belongs to the king, so if we're of to hunt them, we now know who we're avoiding.

Look, they're about to start the chicken dancing..."

*several knights waddle out onto the saw dust surface and begin rhythmically waggling their elbows and hands*

"Oh... ok, I was expecting the chickens to do the actual dancing..."

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Originally posted by WashsYoungerSexierBrother:
OOC-so peril is alowed but not total peril so JH stay drunk and we should be fine

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Originally posted by CallMeSerenity:
*is of the opinion that JH is a bit perilous no matter what his blood alcohol level.*

Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8

http://callmeserenity.livejournal.com/

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Originally posted by seryn:
Seryn returns from the archery competition, happy and laughing like a (very ladylike) loon.

SR is gone.

Grrrrr.

So are half the ladies who were with him.

Double grrrrr.

She decides to give him the benefit of the doubt, and joins a group heading off to watch the chicken races. She has a whale of a time and even wins a minature lap-chicken after guessing its name correctly (fi-fi). She keeps an eye out for SR, but figure she'll see him at the the banquet, to which they have both been invited.

At the meal, which with several delicious courses and dancers, gynasts, fools, jugglers and a bard singing daft songs about fairies and knights and women with no backbones, lasts into the small hours

She hopes that SR's just gone back to the village to meet the others, and falls asleep in front of one of the great fires still listening to the bard.


She wakes in the first light, and wrapping her cloak around her shoulders makes her way out of the keep into the fields, she finds the dais that she last saw him at.

All still stands untouched, and she picks up his glass. Noting a strange smell, she quickly puts it down again, and looks around for any clues. A mettalic scratching leads her to look under the dais itself, and she finds Snarky trapped on his back. The scraping being his arm as it repeats a motion endlessly like a stuck record.


Oh poo.

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Originally posted by 13:
The half-rooster mercenary known only as '13' poked his human head into the dank chamber, chicken's claws scratching nervously at the stone.

"Uhmm...milady? Milady? I hate to be a bother, but...exactly when will you be done with the...theatrics? The Baron grows anxious."

And why is there a naked man chained to a wall?

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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
She opens her eyes and blinks. She makes her way to her feet and with both hands grabs her head and slowly and carefully twists it about until it is facing forward. Strange popping and grinding sounds accompany this action.

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WISP wrote:
"Well i dont know if hes really a monk. I saw him packing a weapon that doesnt..."Wisp stopped Midsentance, Just cos the monks cover was blown doenst mean his was. He had to keep cool and play time specific. If she already knew who he was shed probably speak up. If she didnt and he gave himself away it could get very messy "I t was a strange silver object, I assumed it was a weapon and when i aksed him about it he went kung fu hustle on me."

Wisp rubbed his eyes as his implants whirred through the spectrum anaylsing the girl. Her thermal signature was very cold-barely recognisable and she was giving out lots if gamma rays. Needless to say she wasnt human.

"Whats Your beef with him??"

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