"I suppose you're right." Ariel said with resignation, "I think I'm still a bit excited about all this. Taking a moment to rest would likely do us all some good."
With that, it was decided. They began to walk back to The Wamasu's Nest back up the road.
On the way back, Fendros looked to Meesei. "Meesei, I've been meaning to ask, do you know what this festival is for? I haven't been keeping track of the exact date, but I don't remember any festivals like this in Cyrodiil. At least, not in Cheydinhal that is."
Janius definitely anticipated the opportunity for a refreshing ale, or whatever they had at inns in this city. "Hey Lorag, you know drinks, right?" He began to walk beside him and looked at him sideways, "What kind of stuff do Argonians drown their sorrows in? Is it all as strong as the stuff that knocked Meesei over?"
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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"I'll be sure to do that, Speaks-With-Thread. Again, thank you." Ariel smiled.
The pack left the Loom and Lapis now blended in with the community, at least for the most part. Ariel was certainly happy to be changed out of the sweat-drenched robe that she had now stuffed into her shoulder bag, making it look more plump than before. She turned around and addressed the pack where they stood. "I was thinking to go to the keep now and organise an audience with someone who might sell me a shop. It might involve a lot of sitting and waiting, so you can enjoy the festival or something else instead, if you like. We can meet up at the inn afterwards. Did anyone have any plans?"
The pack left the Loom and Lapis now blended in with the community, at least for the most part. Ariel was certainly happy to be changed out of the sweat-drenched robe that she had now stuffed into her shoulder bag, making it look more plump than before. She turned around and addressed the pack where they stood. "I was thinking to go to the keep now and organise an audience with someone who might sell me a shop. It might involve a lot of sitting and waiting, so you can enjoy the festival or something else instead, if you like. We can meet up at the inn afterwards. Did anyone have any plans?"
While Ahnasha was getting changed, Fendros looked around for some leggings to get changed into. It would have been easy to find one in his size if most of them didn't have a cutout for an Argonian tail just above their seats. Eventually he found that the ones made for men and mer were all collected down one end of the shelves. He picked out a simple set as Ahnasha came back. "It suits you," Fendros remarked, leaning back slightly and looking her up and down. "How does it feel in comparison to those Imperial dresses that I know you like so much?" He teased with a smile.
Sabine's eyes lit up with understanding once Meesei clarified the purpose of the changing room. Without another word, she walked up to the room and entered, closing the door behind her. After a few minutes, she emerged in the dress she had picked out. Almost right after exiting the changing room, her eye caught her reflection in the mirror and she stood staring at herself for a few moments. It wasn't often that she got a good look at just how gaunt she was; the midriff of the dress had revealed more of the ribs behind her skin than normal city clothes did. Still, she got a warm buzz in her mind from looking nice. The dress was comfortable and was probably the first time she had worn something and considered it pretty. Her mouth twitched into a smile while she was facing away from the rest of the pack. Satisfied with the dress, she went to find Meesei and spoke quietly, "It fits."
It didn't take as long as Ariel thought it would to pick out something for herself. She purposely picked out something understated, a green dress that covered more than the others in the store, but wasn't constricting. Janius, on the other hand, took a while to narrow down what he wanted to buy, but settled for a suitably gaudy set of trousers that connected to a feathered strap of material that ran up his front, split around his neck in a wide collar and down his back again. He even bought a couple of bracers to accessorise. As he had thought initially, Fendros stuck with the first set of clothes he picked out once he found that they fit him. To be honest he was glad that Janius didn't pick out something for him that stood out even more, not that he would be able to stand out if he were anywhere near Janius in his new clothes.
Sabine's eyes lit up with understanding once Meesei clarified the purpose of the changing room. Without another word, she walked up to the room and entered, closing the door behind her. After a few minutes, she emerged in the dress she had picked out. Almost right after exiting the changing room, her eye caught her reflection in the mirror and she stood staring at herself for a few moments. It wasn't often that she got a good look at just how gaunt she was; the midriff of the dress had revealed more of the ribs behind her skin than normal city clothes did. Still, she got a warm buzz in her mind from looking nice. The dress was comfortable and was probably the first time she had worn something and considered it pretty. Her mouth twitched into a smile while she was facing away from the rest of the pack. Satisfied with the dress, she went to find Meesei and spoke quietly, "It fits."
It didn't take as long as Ariel thought it would to pick out something for herself. She purposely picked out something understated, a green dress that covered more than the others in the store, but wasn't constricting. Janius, on the other hand, took a while to narrow down what he wanted to buy, but settled for a suitably gaudy set of trousers that connected to a feathered strap of material that ran up his front, split around his neck in a wide collar and down his back again. He even bought a couple of bracers to accessorise. As he had thought initially, Fendros stuck with the first set of clothes he picked out once he found that they fit him. To be honest he was glad that Janius didn't pick out something for him that stood out even more, not that he would be able to stand out if he were anywhere near Janius in his new clothes.
The armoured one didn't even get halfway through her first sentence before Tazzak's blaster hit the floor of the crawlspace with a clunk. His little gloved hands shot up. He'd screwed up big time now. He was a bit too frozen to reach for his voice synthesiser, but that was probably for the best in case one of them thought he was reaching for another weapon.
Tazzak spoke in fast, high pitched Jawaese, "I-I'm just a mechanic! Just a mechanic! I was trying to fix the ship when you took off. I wasn't going to shoot, I swear! See, look!" Tazzak nodded and pointed to some of his tools which were still strewn around an electronics system underneath the floor panel in which he was hiding. "Hey, look, the ship has a faulty power distributor and the shield projector keeps resetting itself. You probably saw it on the warning lights in the cockpit. I can get them working in less than twenty minutes if you'll just let me live. The hyperdrive won't power up without power and Teemo's goons'll shoot you down if you don't have shields." Tazzak hoped that his last fallback of bargaining would save his life. He hoped with everything he had that they understood him.
Tazzak spoke in fast, high pitched Jawaese, "I-I'm just a mechanic! Just a mechanic! I was trying to fix the ship when you took off. I wasn't going to shoot, I swear! See, look!" Tazzak nodded and pointed to some of his tools which were still strewn around an electronics system underneath the floor panel in which he was hiding. "Hey, look, the ship has a faulty power distributor and the shield projector keeps resetting itself. You probably saw it on the warning lights in the cockpit. I can get them working in less than twenty minutes if you'll just let me live. The hyperdrive won't power up without power and Teemo's goons'll shoot you down if you don't have shields." Tazzak hoped that his last fallback of bargaining would save his life. He hoped with everything he had that they understood him.
I got my last assignment done! 11/13 and maybe more marks to come. How I managed to find the energy to make posts tonight, I have no idea. Anyway, good morning and goodnight #_#.
Ariel tightened her lips, looked down for a moment and nodded, understanding Speaks-With-Thread's point. She would have to make do without a sample if she didn't want to risk her welcome wearing thin. She certainly didn't want the city's first impression of her to be sour. Thankfully, Speaks-With-Thread's answer to Ariel's second question diverted the tone of the conversation somewhat. Even though a female test case would have been more ideal, Ariel was sure that the innkeeper, Rukeewei, would be a great help. Speaks-With-Thread's offer made Ariel smile widely, "That sounds very good. Thank you, Speaks-With-Thread. I'll find Rukeewei again when I have something to try." Ariel glanced to the pack amongst the shop, then to Speaks-With-Thread once more. "If you don't mind," Ariel pointed to the shelves, "I think I'll have a browse myself. I've had this robe for so long, I don't think it suits this part of the world at all." Ariel let out a small laugh, then turned to peruse the displays for herself.
When Meesei put her hand on Sabine's shoulder, she shivered in surprise, retracted her arm from the mannequin and quickly turned her head. When she saw that it was just her alpha, she relaxed again. Sabine looked at the dress once more and considered for a moment, then she turned around to face Meesei and nodded confidently. She wasn't quite sure what to do next, to be frank, but she supposed it would involve removing the dress from the mannequin itself. Cautiously, she searched with her hands and her eyes for the laces that held it together. Once she managed to remove the articles, she looked around blankly. Was she meant to put the dress on now, like Meesei had done? Was there something in the small room that she had to do?
Over by some other dresses, Fendros had a look up and down at the dress that Ahnasha had pointed out. "Well, the tail hole might be a bit big, but you could still try on one of the Argonian ones for size. See how it looks, the shopkeeper said she would do some alterations if needed." Fendros encouraged Ahnasha forward by pushing his hand against the small of her back, "Go on, try one on."
"Hoy, Fendros."
Fendros turned his head to Janius, who had pulled out a couple of other pieces of clothing and had them draped over one arm. "Yes?" Fendros asked. Janius didn't even looked him in the eye, rather he frowned and walked up to him before pressing one of the shirts he carried up against Fendros' front. Janius craned his neck in a couple of directions scrutinising the style and colour against Fendros, before pushing the shirt into Fendros' hands. "Try this one," Janius said, clapping one hand against Fendros' upper arm heartily before going back to the shelves.
Fendros held the shirt he had just been handed in both hands by its shoulders. It had no sleeves and had a wide neck. At first, Fendros took it for a beggar's shirt, but his eye caught subtle bands of dark green in some places. It was pretty, but not to the point of being gaudy. The stitches and styles eventually gave it an appearance of something slightly regal, but in the an Argonian way. "I suppose it's my size," Fendros thought out loud.
When Meesei put her hand on Sabine's shoulder, she shivered in surprise, retracted her arm from the mannequin and quickly turned her head. When she saw that it was just her alpha, she relaxed again. Sabine looked at the dress once more and considered for a moment, then she turned around to face Meesei and nodded confidently. She wasn't quite sure what to do next, to be frank, but she supposed it would involve removing the dress from the mannequin itself. Cautiously, she searched with her hands and her eyes for the laces that held it together. Once she managed to remove the articles, she looked around blankly. Was she meant to put the dress on now, like Meesei had done? Was there something in the small room that she had to do?
Over by some other dresses, Fendros had a look up and down at the dress that Ahnasha had pointed out. "Well, the tail hole might be a bit big, but you could still try on one of the Argonian ones for size. See how it looks, the shopkeeper said she would do some alterations if needed." Fendros encouraged Ahnasha forward by pushing his hand against the small of her back, "Go on, try one on."
"Hoy, Fendros."
Fendros turned his head to Janius, who had pulled out a couple of other pieces of clothing and had them draped over one arm. "Yes?" Fendros asked. Janius didn't even looked him in the eye, rather he frowned and walked up to him before pressing one of the shirts he carried up against Fendros' front. Janius craned his neck in a couple of directions scrutinising the style and colour against Fendros, before pushing the shirt into Fendros' hands. "Try this one," Janius said, clapping one hand against Fendros' upper arm heartily before going back to the shelves.
Fendros held the shirt he had just been handed in both hands by its shoulders. It had no sleeves and had a wide neck. At first, Fendros took it for a beggar's shirt, but his eye caught subtle bands of dark green in some places. It was pretty, but not to the point of being gaudy. The stitches and styles eventually gave it an appearance of something slightly regal, but in the an Argonian way. "I suppose it's my size," Fendros thought out loud.
Ayleth said
Honest opinion: How is my post length and quality? CC wanted/welcome.
Too late, you're going to be criticized >:) . I don't have any Canadian Club on me, but I'll say that your posts haven't been too bad as far as I've seen.
It's a little difficult to recommend things for you to do because most of what I can think of might conflict with what you had in mind for your character. So, yeah, let me know if I'm saying something wrong. I'll just stick to a couple of small tips.
I understand it might just be part of your character's personality, but Laecora's come off as very calm despite the weird circumstances that our characters have been thrown into. It might just be your character being quiet in the first place though. If you would like a little extra substance, try getting her to try some more subtle body language. Facial expressions, shifts in stance, eyes, mouth, hands, that kind of thing. Try throwing in a splash of detail in how your character's tone of voice is as well. It'll help to understand what your character is thinking and feeling without an internal monologue, (though those aren't bad either). If you're unsure, put yourself in her shoes and think of how you would move and talk, then try to get into your character's mindset think of what she would do.
Honestly, I don't think you need to worry about your post length. Most of the detail you've given has been on par with everyone else, and I've not felt that any of your posts were too dense either. You might get away with a leetle more in the way of your character's reaction to certain things, but other than that, it's fine. To most people, the amount of detail in a post is down to personal preference anyway.
Closing statement: Good jorb.
(Just tell me if I write something silly or if I'm using commas too much and we'll call it even.)
EDIT: It looks like I've been ninja'd by BlazeGamma. His post is on the previous page if anyone missed it.
Well, I just realised that it was probably a horrible idea to open up in this roleplay just as the only other character to give a response in the room apart from Arla has just gone away for the weekend :S. I may need to reevaluate...
Sorry to hear that you guys are feeling down. I gotta say, I'm fairly tired as well. Just finished this assignment that has taken me a couple of weeks to get finished.
Hey Vance, I should probably avoid unwarranted backseat GMing, but unless there's a plot point planned for you to be introduced with later, you may as well pull your speeder up to the ship.
Sorry to hear that you guys are feeling down. I gotta say, I'm fairly tired as well. Just finished this assignment that has taken me a couple of weeks to get finished.
Hey Vance, I should probably avoid unwarranted backseat GMing, but unless there's a plot point planned for you to be introduced with later, you may as well pull your speeder up to the ship.
Have a wonderful trip!
Excuse me as I butcher Jawaese. There weren't any words for 'down' and 'hands' that I could find.
Excuse me as I butcher Jawaese. There weren't any words for 'down' and 'hands' that I could find.
The soft green glow of Tazzak's digital timepiece illuminated the cramped space he was in for long enough to read it. It had been a while now. The lunatics who hijacked the ship had probably flown some distance already, but by the sound of things, they had landed. Stuffing the device back into one of his bandolier pockets, Tazzak wondered it he should risk peeking his head out of the floor panel he was hiding under. There were what? Four of them? Three? The last time he peeked his head up, he had very quickly hidden himself again. One of them had been removing that dangerous bounty hunters' wookiee pelts. Human sized. Armoured. Armed. Tazzak probably would have tried to shoo them off himself back at the spaceport if he hadn't heard the death throes of the ships previous occupants by the assailant's hands.
There were voices out there now though. Maybe if he could take them by surprise. If he could threaten them off the ship, he could reconnect the main fuel distributor and fly it back to Mos Shuuta safe and sound. Carefully, he held his blaster in both hands and slowly pushed up the floor panel he was under. Across the room were a couple of Twi'leks, one with a blaster and another without one of his head-sausages. In rapid Jawaese, Tazzak shouted at the two, his blaster pistol shaking in his hands as he failed to hide his own fear at those who could have been the murderers. "Yuyu! Twi'leka! Keeza fanzi, tan okka!"
Even though it didn't immediately occur to Tazzak whether or not the Twi'leks would even understand his language, he was more worried about the armoured humanoid. Didn't he hear her voice a few moments before? That was when he noticed the helmet-shaped shadow on the floor panel in front of him. She was right behind him. He didn't dare turn around...
There were voices out there now though. Maybe if he could take them by surprise. If he could threaten them off the ship, he could reconnect the main fuel distributor and fly it back to Mos Shuuta safe and sound. Carefully, he held his blaster in both hands and slowly pushed up the floor panel he was under. Across the room were a couple of Twi'leks, one with a blaster and another without one of his head-sausages. In rapid Jawaese, Tazzak shouted at the two, his blaster pistol shaking in his hands as he failed to hide his own fear at those who could have been the murderers. "Yuyu! Twi'leka! Keeza fanzi, tan okka!"
Even though it didn't immediately occur to Tazzak whether or not the Twi'leks would even understand his language, he was more worried about the armoured humanoid. Didn't he hear her voice a few moments before? That was when he noticed the helmet-shaped shadow on the floor panel in front of him. She was right behind him. He didn't dare turn around...
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