{wanted to get this up without further delay, but it also missed my usual error-checking process, so, with that health warning...}<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>XarcesTheDelicious wrote:</cite><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/113607">Nature</a>: <span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+4</span> <span style="font-weight: bold">18</span> [another narrow success ^^] </div></blockquote>{In principle this check was to understand how to properly explain/demonstrate to Elanna how to get her stomach to back off a bit - so, success!}<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Alizome (Sansuki)... flirting and explaining</div></blockquote>{Success}<br/>Elanna's stomach soothes almost instantly from its aggressive churning to a gentle massaging – though doubtless it would still be harmful to anyone less survivable than Xarces. Certainly, the acids bubbling around Xarces are almost as harmful as ever. “So that's how I do that,” Elanna purrs happily, as her belly is massaged from within and without.<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Alizome (Sansuki): "Once you've done that, Xarces will show you why you want to do that- and then we can work on the next lesson."</div></blockquote><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Xarces: {Sexy squirming}</div></blockquote><br/>“Mmm, he already is,” Elanna replies, leaning into Alizome's kiss, sliding to tangle in the elf-girl's hair. “It feels amazing. He's amazing. But he and I can't do this,” she says, pulling Alizome's mouth to hers. The kiss lasts a little while, her tongue playing with Alizome's, her lips wandering unselfconsciously across Alizome's face, suckling lightly on her nose, lips, eyelids.<br/><br/>For a moment, Alizome almost thinks Elanna's about to slurp her down as dessert.<br/><br/>But she pull back, instead. “I can't do this with him, though,” she says. “I'm engaged to be married. You were wrong, by the way,” she continues. “You don't taste better,” she murmurs softly into Alizome's ear, “just different. You're pineapple, he's... blue Stilton cheese.” She pauses, looking almost confused as she considers the metaphor. “Two great tastes that tastes great together,” she says, still working out what it means. “You're a great teacher,” she continues, “but if the next lesson is how to bring him up, then there's no rush.” Gently, but firmly, she presses her palm into her rotund tum, and caresses the head that it outlines. “He's<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>happy where he is, now that I'm not digesting him,” she pauses, and an impish grin crosses her face, “<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>so ferociously,” she qualifies, as her tummy gurgles.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Xarces: {Healing}</div></blockquote>{Elanna doesn't make an AOO}<br/><br/>Elanna sighs, softly. “I want to spend a couple of days with you,” she tells Alizome, “learning<span style="font-style: italic">everything</span>hands – and tongue – on,” she grins. “But we're all on deadlines,” she continues, her gaze flickering to her fiancée’s corpse. “Some tighter than others.”<br/><br/>“You,” she snaps at the House Orien swiftblade. “Will arrange a<span style="font-style: italic">private</span>lightning rail car for my friends and I. My husband-to-be will be put on ice and transported with us. Bring that,” she continues, nodding at the oxon, “but don't expect to get it back,” she finishes, licking her lips.<br/><br/>“You're entitled to standard-class tickets, and a<span style="font-style: italic">reasonable</span>replacement meal will be-”<br/><br/>“Give her what she wants,” the Adept sighs, cutting the Swiftblade off, “before she goes to the Chronicle. Or do you think you'll end up anything but dinner if you try something more direct?”<br/><br/>Things happen rather quickly after that, and soon a sumptuous and secluded private car is humming down the conductor-stones behind the train's bound lightning-elemental.<br/><br/>“So,” Elanna asks Alizome, as she reclines beneath her bulging belly like a demon-queen of old, “not to be rude or anything, but I'm starting to feel a bit unsatisfied. Should I bring your friend up before I eat that ox, or won't he mind my<span style="font-style: italic">digesting</span>it around him? Alternatively,” she suggests, toying with Elanna's ear, “I can imagine some other things that'd give me satisfaction. Things that I'm sure Robert wouldn't mind me doing, with a girl as pretty as you.”<br/><br/>{I don't know what the rest of you want to do... you can occupy a different compartment of your private car, maybe enjoy its bar and snacks; explore the train; get a proper meal in the first-class dining car; take an extended rest; see the sights; whatever you like. Soon, you'll arrive in Korranberg}.