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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.
Yours sleepily,
Vasco Pyjama
xxx
P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
Michael Leunig. The Curly Pyjama Letters.

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Man, there's nothing quite like reading a bit of the ol' SCP wiki. So many weird things in there. So many unspeakable and unthinkable horrors, both literally and figuratively, and all of varying kinds.


...You aren't going to be making our Pantheon an SCP file, are you?

PuTOUN. It all makes sense now.


At this point, Marod had raised his defences. His spine had not so much as twitched since Meesei approached. He clasped his hands behind his back as Meesei transformed, looking occasionally at the more noticeably warping and shrinking parts of her body, until finally looking at her face when she was back to her Argonian form.

By his apparent lack of a reaction, Marod had evidently witnessed both lycan transformations and the subsequent nudity that followed through some other point in his life. Being a Penitus Oculatus agent of his age and experience, he would be lucky not to have beheld worse sights.

Lunise crossed her arms and frowned on.

Marod craned his head down and to one side to confirm that Meesei was okay, but straightened and smiled when she resumed speaking.

"Of course," Marod responded. "I am looking forward to meeting more people in this splendid community." He looked to Lunise. "And perhaps you might benefit in being a little more social, too, Lunise. We cannot have me being your only friend in the city until the Thalmor force arrives, hm?"

Lunise kept her eyes on Meesei's. "I shall take it into consideration, Marod," she said without any hint.



Sabine leant closer and lowered her voice. "I want to talk about how you feel," she answered. "Not about council decisions. Can we speak in private?" Sabine knitted her brow. "Please?"
I did have my travel compensated. To be honest, the exact hours will depend on the team and projects that I end up working on. I have been put into contact with my managers on my team, so I can ask them for a more solid answer than my recruiter gave me. However, I expect things will get much clearer once I go through orientation.
The only solid detail I know for sure is 'full time.' I might do a flexible thing wherein I trade more hours one day for fewer on a future day. There might be times where I have to just stay in late to finish stuff. I honestly can't be sure. I'll update you as I get more certain.
Lunise deeply lowered her eyebrows upon the implication that Marod could be involved in the long-term project of ousting the apocalyptic elements of the Thalmor. Any actor sworn to the Emperor of Cyrodiil was not a candidate for help, that much explained itself. She did not gather the words to respond before Meesei moved on.

Marod's eyes shot down at Meesei's palm. "Quite. I suspected as much." He interrupted himself. "-The retained faculties, I mean. I likely would have heard of another lycan with this much in the way of normal mannerisms. Is this the form you spend the majority of your time in, then?"



Sabine looked at the table for a second to think. "I forbid you from killing anyone here. I also forbid you from being killed here." She squeezed Do'rhajul's shoulder, more out of worry than dominance. "If you do not believe you can follow those order, please make sure I know." She looked away and back. "I will be back soon. Then we may leave if you wish."

Standing straight again, Sabine thinned her lips and turned around. Her steps took her back to Ri'vashi. Unlike with Ri'kalesh, Sabine was less forceful in her approach.

"Ri'vashi?" She began with a neutral face. "We never got to speak together. May we do so now? It is important to me."
I found Toun


Ah, yes, I've had that image saved for a while now. I didn't have anything specifically planned for using it alongside a post but I thought it evoked Toun as well. Sure, Toun is meant to be smoother and robed up but the shapes and colours are there.

Not to mention the little creatures down the bottom of the image. They look like something Toun would have made.
Yep, sweet old pacific standard time. We might actually be able to play something faster than Smite.

I might have to get a better computer, though. My little Asus notebook is half-decent but it ain't exactly butch hardware.
Guh! I'm not used to you responding at this time of night!

I have to sleep because otherwise the jetlag will force me, but I can already see this being possible much more productive for this RP >:)
Marod's head levelled. "I take it that is why you are transformed, yourself?" He held his neck out slightly as he looked up at Meesei's face. "To help our comfort?"

Lunise was still the more confident one. She brought the topic of conversation back before Meesei could fully answer Marod. "Might I remind you, Meesei," she said. "It is not necessarily my goal to gain the favour of the general lycan populace. It is my task to represent the interests of the Aldmeri dominion. And some of their interests shall inevitably form an action that lycans may not favour. But the lycans, might I also remind you, are in no position to defy such an action. I would only take the advice you have for...intermingling with the locals as courtesy. Not as a matter of import."



"That is okay," Sabine answered. She looked back at the city. "Yerig need only have stayed as long as he wished." She turned back to Do'rhajul. "I only have one more matter of business I wish to perform. A talk with Ri'vashi. Do you feel safe, Rhajul? If you do not, you may stay near our conversation, but Ri'vashi and I must talk in private, all the same."
Cheers. I'll take it one thing at a time.
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