[Urban Arcana Yancy Square] Prologue and Apartments(Narrative)
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				Title: <strong>[Urban Arcana Yancy Square] Prologue and Apartments(Narrative)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>16-08-2005, 00:44:22</strong>
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				Every Saturday, Ernie's Wash-O-Rama has a special discounted rate for laundry. It's a small laundromat, compared to some of the larger ones found in upscale neighborhoods, and is mostly attended by people from around the block. The machines run on tokens; the discounted rate means that you get more tokens for your money. As one could assume (tokens in a laundromat in this day and age?), this is a fairly old-fashioned facility. They work well, however, and there are even some retro (circa 1987-93) arcade games set up in one corner. 20-something geek-hipsters occasionally drop by to play. <br><br>Throughout the day, people from around the block drop in, often bearing entire carts full of laundry bags. They're in a rush, of course, because nobody likes doing laundry, and almost everyone has something better to do with their saturday. In the haze of routine, they can hardly notice anything out of the ordinary...not even the stressed-out drow pacing nervously back and forth waiting for her clothes to wash. Or the strange, muscular man wearing a shortsword at his waist, perplexed at the operation of a snack vending machine. He taps the glass, shakes the machine angrily, but can't seem to figure the damn thing out. And they certainly don't notice <em>you</em>...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>18-08-2005, 00:58:33</strong>
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				Alethea wanders through the door, with a fairly large sack of laundry over her shoulder.&nbsp; Nearly out of clothes since she was waiting for a Saturday, she's wearing what she's got left: a white tank top, and faded blue jeans with sandals, along with her standard Pelorite medallion.&nbsp; Sloppy, but she still looks decent enough (if you ignore the horns).<br><br>As she sets the bag down next to one of the few free machines, she glances over at the sword-bearing man.&nbsp; She approaches him carefully, clearing her throat.&nbsp; "Excuse me?&nbsp; Are you all right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-08-2005, 02:10:40</strong>
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				And in another corner, carefully watching the frantic drow from behind her sunglasses, is a tall and athletic woman in a Monster Magnet tee shirt and khaki BDU shorts.&nbsp; She perches on a dryer, thumbing through the newest issue of NewType while waiting<br>for her laundry to finish, periodically blowing bubbles with her gum.<br><br>Of course, anyone who <em>isn't</em> a mundane knows a half-orc when they see one...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>18-08-2005, 02:35:47</strong>
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				He sat quietly in one corner, his feet propped up onto a second chair, reading a girly magazine.&nbsp; A pair of dryers hummed nearby him and every once in a while the silence from around him would be broken by the soft turning of the page.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just another drow doing his laundry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>18-08-2005, 11:04:23</strong>
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				The man continues to shake the machine, though his actions seem more desperate than angry. His voice seems almost choked as he replies to Althea, still engrossed in his activity. "Confound this accursed golem! I am so hungry! Why will it not feed me? I'm so hungry..." he says, almost sobbing, leaning on the machine in despair. <br><br>Elsewhere, the nervous Drow woman paces frantically in front of the washers, checking her watch every minute or so, cursing to herself in an odd language. After a few minutes of this, she notices the half-orc watching her. With some reluctance, she approaches. "Look, I hate to bother you, you look really busy, and I'm sure you've got your own laundry to do, but could you just watch my clothes over there and make sure nobody takes them out and steals them or something? I just need to go outside and make a few calls or else I'm going to be in so much trouble on monday but you don't need to know that right so I shouldn't have told you that I'm so sorry so can I count on you or not? she says, speaking at a rapid-fire pace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-08-2005, 16:00:40</strong>
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				<em>Hot damn...ooo, sound nonchalant!&nbsp; Quick...uhm...the</em> macha <em>act, yeah, that's the stuff.</em><br><br>"Sure, babe.&nbsp; I'll make sure nobody takes your stuff.&nbsp; Just hurry back, okay?"<br><br>The half-orc grins in what is probably meant as a friendly and disarming way and shifts so that she can keep an eye on the drow's stuff as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>18-08-2005, 17:44:29</strong>
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				"You're new here?"&nbsp; Ali glances around quickly; most mundanes will probably discount the entire conversation anyway, but she'd rather not sound crazy if she can help it.&nbsp; Lowering her voice, she continues, "There's a church to Pelor a few blocks away.&nbsp; They should be able to help you there."&nbsp; No doubt the church will have food, considering they spend most of their money on public works.&nbsp; Ali tries desperately to remember where the nearest chapter of the Displaced is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>18-08-2005, 23:02:08</strong>
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				The man nods to Ali. "Yes, this little...person told me that there was food in these things, but she left without telling me how they work. I'm not sure if it was a gnome, or a halfling, or what...they all kind of look alike to me, you know?" he says, speaking comfortably until he begins to study Ali's features, his eyes resting on those horns. "Y-you're a Tie---OOOF!" he is cut off as a round object, later revealed to be an apple, hits him in the head. His assailant would appear to be a young woman, perhaps 3'6" tall, with olive-tone skin and dark brown hair. She is holding hands, as a child would, with a taller (5'3") woman with a slim, delicate build, a slightly sun-kissed complexion, and light brown hair shorn into a pixie cut. If you had to guess, this looks like a gnome posing as someone's child. Those of you who live in the small apartment complex one block north of here recognize these two as your landlord (the gnome) and her assistant. The assistant, Elizabeth, is dragging a cart laden with clothing. The gnome rushes forwards towards the confused man, yanking on his shirt to get him to bend down far enough for her to whisper to him.<br><br>"Tholar, you idiot! I told you to stay here quietly until I came back...I could hear you banging on the machine outside. Do you want a job or not? 'Cause I've got about two dozen goblins who say they can do maintainance work as well as any human. And they know how to keep their mouths shut!" she whispers with a scowl. Turning to Ali, she breaks into a polite smile. "Thank you very much for looking after my uh...older brother here. He kind of...fell behind us after we finished our last load of laundry...good thing we came back with more, or who knows what he could have gotten into. I'm Isabelle, by the way." she says, whispering loud enough for any eavesdroppers to hear "he's retarded" with a wink. <br><br>=================================================================<br><br>Meanwhile, the young Drow woman, overjoyed at Trouble's agreement to help her, rushes out of the laundromat, tripping over one of the wheels of Elizabeth's laundry cart in the process and landing hard on her side. Cursing again, she pulls out her cell phone and starts to dial. She's out there for about a good 15 minutes, arms frantically gesturing during her phone conversation. It's not really possible to hear her outside over the noise of the machines in here and the traffic out there, but it is possible to read her body language/lips (when you can see her face) with a Sense Motive Check, DC 20. DC 15 will give you a general gist of what's going on .<br><br>Feeling somewhat ignored, Elizabeth inserts a dollar into the snack machine, retrieves a bag of chips, and tosses them to Tholar. Smacking her forehead, she walks over, opens the bag, then slips away, plopping herself down a few seats away from Irennan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>18-08-2005, 23:38:32</strong>
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				As the young drow heads out the door, another resident of the bldg enters carrying a laundry basket.&nbsp; She stands just under 5' tall, her straight, black hair falling down between and to her shoulder blades.&nbsp; Her small, rounded ears deny any elven blood, and the rest of her features show her to be a human of oriental descent.&nbsp; Her build is both slender and well toned, with a small perky busom and a proportionately small bottom.&nbsp; She is wearing a pink sleeveless top which barely covers her ribcage, and is emblazoned with a large daisy in the center.&nbsp; Her short denim miniskirt is likewise covered in a stitched daisies.&nbsp; On her head is a white 'sailor's' cap (like Gilligan from Gil. Island) and yellow, canvas sneakers on her feet, the only things without daisies.&nbsp; <br><br>Finding an open washer, she sets the detergent aside and starts tossing in her clothes.&nbsp; To those watching, almost every piece of clothing has daisies on them, panties, socks, shirts, skirts, and shorts.&nbsp; Everything is light in color, so she puts everything in one washer.&nbsp; One pair of pale turqouise cargo shorts falls to the floor.&nbsp; Setting the basket aside, she bends at the waist to pick them up, giving most everyone a good view of her white cotton panties, covered in daisies, the center of each a different type of 'smiley' face.&nbsp; Putting that in the washer as well, she pours in some detergent, puts the coins in the slot and starts the cycle.&nbsp; Setting the basket atop the washer, she pulls out a dog-eared paperback, The Garden of Rama by A.C. Clarke, and takes a seat near the half-orc.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-08-2005, 03:17:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg41456#msg41456">Quote from: Vice on 18-08-2005, 23:02:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Meanwhile, the young Drow woman, overjoyed at Trouble's agreement to help her, rushes out of the laundromat, tripping over one of the wheels of Elizabeth's laundry cart in the process and landing hard on her side. Cursing again, she pulls out her cell phone and starts to dial. She's out there for about a good 15 minutes, arms frantically gesturing during her phone conversation. It's not really possible to hear her outside over the noise of the machines in here and the traffic out there, but it is possible to read her body language/lips (when you can see her face) with a Sense Motive Check, DC 20. DC 15 will give you a general gist of what's going on .<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>(Mister d20 says 13, which is not quite good enough...)<br><br>The large woman stifles a laugh when the drow trips, obviously keeping an eye on the dark elf as she bickers and argues and gestures heatedly.&nbsp; The arrival of 'Daisy-chan' briefly attracts her attention, and she nods somewhat politely to the petite girl before settling back into her new hobby of drow-spotting...er, watching laundry dry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>19-08-2005, 11:51:45</strong>
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				Chang smiles and waves at the half-orc.&nbsp; Taking a seat, she gathers her hair in a hand and brings it around in front of her shoulder.&nbsp; Folding one leg underneath her, and turned slightly towards the half-orc, she leans against the back of the chair and starts reading.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-08-2005, 17:29:25</strong>
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				<em>Hmm...she's cute...and friendly...</em><br><br>Trouble feels a need to suppress the pornographic fantasy that swiftly springs to mind when 'Daisy-chan' flashes her a smile.&nbsp; She is supposed to be keeping an eye on that (cute) drow's laundry!&nbsp; Instead, she files it away for future appreciation...and takes the opportunity to get a good look at the petite human.<br><br><em>Very cute.&nbsp; Wonder if she'd squeal...</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>19-08-2005, 23:41:16</strong>
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				Blissfully unaware of Trouble's thoughts or appreciative glances, the petite female continues reading.&nbsp; Head bent for reading, some of her hair migrates over her ear and in front of her eye.&nbsp; She tucks it behind her ear, but it soom migrates back.&nbsp; With a slight toss of her head, she sends it back over her shoulder.&nbsp; After a short while she looks up to check on the washer, then goes back to reading.&nbsp; Absentmindedly she gathers her hair and brings it forward to hang down her front, the ends outlining the slight outward curve of her left breast.&nbsp; Every so often, she tears her eyes from the book to glance around the room...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>20-08-2005, 00:50:46</strong>
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				Irennan continues to browse through his magazine, which closer examination reveals to be of scantily (or nude) drow females.&nbsp; He ignores the scene around him in favor of something he considers to be more important.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>20-08-2005, 19:00:12</strong>
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				The frantic young drow woman re-enters the laundromat, looking quite dejected and lacking energy. With a long sigh, she heads back to her laundry, stopping by Trouble to thank her. <br><br>"Oh...thanks for watching my clothes for me. Looks like I'll have plenty of time to wash them, though. Still, you're a sweetie to help me out." she says, then heads sullenly back to the washing machines. <br><br><br>Meanwhile, the strange young man with the (most would assume fake, but you know better) sword on his hip reaches into the bag he was given and pops a chip into his mouth. He nearly gags, but manages to choke it down, and with an almost painful-to-watch crunching, goes about eating the rest of the chips. Yes, he's really that hungry. The gnome has wandered off with her cart of laundry, muttering something about 'lazy assistants'. Her assistant is sitting next to Irennan, peeking over his shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-08-2005, 19:09:11</strong>
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				"Y'r welcome.&nbsp; I think.&nbsp; You need anything else, just ask."<br><br>Trouble settles back onto her dryer next to the petite Asian girl and enjoys the view.<br><br><em>Niiiiice butt...nice everything.&nbsp; A bit gloomy for dark-elf, though.&nbsp; I wonder if she'd like some 'cheering up'.</em><br><br>"Hey, you doin' okay, hon?"<br><br><em>Hmm...</em><br><br>A quick glance back to 'Daisy-chan' follows.<br><br><em>Maybe both of them.&nbsp; Ooo, Trouble's a naughty, naughty girl today!</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>20-08-2005, 23:39:04</strong>
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				Chang glances around as the female Drow returns and thanks Trouble.&nbsp; Looking up at the half-orc, she glances at the large, yet feminine hands, as well as her overall build.&nbsp; Her eyes continued to trace their way up Troubles form, finally coming to rest on her face, just as Trouble glanced her way.&nbsp; A slight smile already gracing her lips, she smiles a little wider, showing off her well kept teeth and her slight dimples.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-08-2005, 23:53:12</strong>
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				<em>Uh-oh!&nbsp; I'm busted...</em><br><br>Trouble coughs slightly and glances briefly away.&nbsp; Then she notices the smile.&nbsp; Ever so cautiously, she smiles back at the daisy-clad girl.<br><br><em>Maybe not.&nbsp; She seems to like what she's seeing.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 00:19:36</strong>
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				Chang laughs softly as Trouble looks away, like a cat caught in the act of jumping on the counter.&nbsp; She purses her lips, the tip of her tongue appearing as she wets her lips.&nbsp; Her eyes focus on Trouble's and she shifts slightly so she can more easily look up at Trouble, pulling her shoulders back slightly, <strong><em>"hi... I'm Chang Zi... we live in the same building... I'm in 3C.</em>&nbsp; *giggle*&nbsp; Most friends call me Daisy..."[/i]</strong>[/b]&nbsp; She reaches up with her tiny hand towards Trouble, as if to shake hands.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 00:25:51</strong>
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				Half-orcs don't blush.&nbsp; Really.&nbsp; Not even when taking an offered handshake from someone they were just scoping out.&nbsp; Trouble takes the girl's tiny hand in her own massive mitt and shakes it carefully.<br><br>"I'm Trouble.&nbsp; Unit 4F.&nbsp; Funny, huh?"<br><br><em>D'oh!</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 00:38:40</strong>
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				<em>Trouble?&nbsp; I bet she is...</em> thinks Chang.&nbsp; Noticing how Trouble's cheeks grew a shade darker, Chang's smile grew broader, her mouth slightly open, her small red tongue pressed lightly against her upper teeth.&nbsp; On some level, some small part of her enjoyed Trouble's slight embarrassment.&nbsp; Shaking Trouble's hand with one, her other hand moved absently to her shirt and 'straightened' it, pulling it tighter over her small, but firm, breasts and increasing the neckline, offering the half-orc a better view of her small cleavage.
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				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 00:51:51</strong>
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				Irennan puts aside his magazine in favor of the much more interesting goings on that seem to be developing.&nbsp; The drow watches with much interest to what's happening.
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				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 01:38:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;The light jingle of the bell would sound as someone was obviously entering. The faint scent of cigarette smoke waifed in. As those who would look to the entrance, it was that of a beautiful woman dressed in the strange garb of all black. The leather trench coat she wore was obviously padded and thickened, almost as if it could double as body armor of some sort. The flicker of the cherry glow within her mirrorshades masked her eyes. <br>&nbsp;A slight puff at the filterless fag before exhailing through her nose. Silent as ever as she entered, a book bag in her right hand...what on earth could it contain? Rather strange way to carry laundry...then again, this place is <em><strong>far</strong></em> from normal. Despite her strange black, thick colored garb. The attractive woman seemed to be rather comfortable within it even amongst the heat. Not even prespiring it seems.<br>&nbsp;A slight smuggish grin playing across her lips as she walked towards an empty bench. Tossing the bag to the side of it as she sat down. Resting her hands in her lap as she watched the crowd...yet, it was hard to see that she was doing even that, the mirrorshades blocking out the view to her eyes...yet the subtle movements of her head would suggest otherwise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 02:03:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg41815#msg41815">Quote from: Valkos on 21-08-2005, 00:38:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Trouble?&nbsp; I bet she is...</em> thinks Chenlie.&nbsp; Noticing how Trouble's cheeks grew a shade darker, Chenlie's smile grew broader, her mouth slightly open, her small red tongue pressed lightly against her upper teeth.&nbsp; On some level, some small part of her enjoyed Trouble's slight embarrassment.&nbsp; Shaking Trouble's hand with one, her other hand moved absently to her shirt and 'straightened' it, pulling it tighter over her small, but firm, breasts and increasing the neckline, offering the half-orc a better view of her small cleavage.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>And from up here, it isn't too difficult to get a really good look.<br><br><em>Oh, my...mind, out of the gutter!&nbsp; My libido needs more light...</em><br><br>"So...Chenlie...or do I get to call you Daisy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 02:22:12</strong>
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				"Daisy" wets her thin red lips with her tongue and flashes Trouble an open mouth smile, <strong><em>"Daisy of course..."</em></strong> She glances quickly at the newcomer, before returning her eyes to Trouble, her eyes roaming up her form...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 02:39:13</strong>
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				"All right, Daisy it is."<br><br>Trouble grins and tries to think of something to say that won't sound too forward.<br><br>"Enjoying the view?"<br><br><em>Oops.&nbsp; Well, maybe the direct approach will work better.</em><br><br>"Laundry drying, I mean."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 02:46:21</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg41839#msg41839">Quote from: MadPanda on 21-08-2005, 02:39:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Enjoying the view?"<br><em>Oops. Well, maybe the direct approach will work better.</em><br>"Laundry drying, I mean."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Daisy giggles softly, <em>"yes I am..."</em> Starting to feel at least a little aroused by the conversation, her nips begin to harden, the lightweight fabric of her shirt and bra doing little to hide the fact.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 02:59:20</strong>
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				One eyebrow arcs.&nbsp; The half-orc smiles, just a little.<br><br>"Yeah?&nbsp; So what d'you do for fun, Daisy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 03:13:19</strong>
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				Shifting slightly, Daisy feels her hardening nips rubbing against the fabric of her bra.&nbsp; Not wanting to create a scene in the middle of such a busy day, she stands and starts moving towards the washer with her clothes.&nbsp; She keeps her eyes on Trouble's, letting her shoulders relax forward a little, reducing the press of her shirt against her chest, <strong><em>"a little bit of this and that... long walks, movies, dancing, music concerts, and some... games..."</em></strong> <br><br>Her wash finished, she begins pulling it out and loading it into the basket...
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 04:42:26</strong>
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				"Games?&nbsp; Games are fun."<br><br>Trouble grins.<br><br><em>I got a live one here...</em><br><br>"You busy later?&nbsp; I gotta Monopoly board around somewhere.&nbsp; I think."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 04:59:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Daisy giggles, <em><strong>"well... after my clothes are done, I have a few things to take care of... how about say 5 o'clock?&nbsp; We could have a bite to eat and then play some... games."</strong></em>&nbsp; Filling the basket with wet clothes, the petite young woman wraps her arms around the basket and lifts it, struggling with it over to an available dryer...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 05:07:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That sounds fun.&nbsp; Oh, hey...since it's my day for bein' helpful and all..."<br><br>Trouble hops off her perch and reaches out to take the basket, coincidentally trapping Daisy in her arms.<br><br>"Oh, uh...sorry about that?"<br><br>With the half-orc's help, getting a full load of wet laundry transferred to the dryer goes a lot faster.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 05:33:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daisy's eyes shift to look at Trouble's arms, watching the muscles twitch as she picks up the basket with ease.&nbsp; She does not seem to be unhappy, or even bothered by being trapped by Trouble...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg41859#msg41859">Quote from: MadPanda on 21-08-2005, 05:07:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh, uh...sorry about that?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Daisy licks her lips, <em><strong>"don't be..."</strong></em>&nbsp; *smile* :)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 05:41:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay then, I'm not sorry."<br><br>Trouble shifts slightly, pressing against Daisy as she gets a firmer grip on the basket.<br><br>"Not sorry at all.&nbsp; Now into the dryer with these..."<br><br>Setting the basket down, she starts tossing items into the next free unit.<br><br>"You don't have any delicates in here, do you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 05:58:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daisy giggles as she looks at the rainbow-polka-dotted panties in Troubles hand.&nbsp; Bending at the waist, she helps toss her wet clothes into the dryer, delicates and all.&nbsp; When all the clothes are in, she pulls some tokens from her skirt and steps up to the dryer, 'accidently' brushing against Trouble.&nbsp; <em>Well, if no one knew I had a taste for women, they sure do now... oh well</em>, she thinks.&nbsp; Softly giggling, and not the least bit embarrassed or uncomfortable with the revelation on her sexuality, she feeds the dryer and turns to face Trouble, <strong><em>"ever tried sake`?&nbsp; It's a... wine made from rice..."</em></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 06:05:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble deals with the 'accidental' contact well enough.<br><br>"Nope, haven't had <em>sake</em>.&nbsp; Japanese, isn't it?&nbsp; Why d'you ask?&nbsp; Thinking of getting me drunk so you can take advantage of my innocent young body?"<br><br>This last is said completely deadpan, and the half-orc seems to be waiting for someone to laugh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 06:17:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene smirked dryly to herself as she glanced towards the two. A slight loft to the brow as she watches Trouble and Daisy flirt with one another. The light buzz of a cell phone would ring throughout the laundry mat. A strange melodic melody. Sounded much like "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones as a ring-tone. Morene fished out the cell phone and clicked it on.<br><br>"Morene here. Speak." She nodded as she flicked the ash of her cig in a tray nearby. She murmured to herself and then smirked. "Yeah, yeah. I understand. Mmmhm...yeah, yeah." She smirked and clicked the phone off. <br><br>"Hrm...I wonder." She adjusted her glasses, moving them down as her yellow piercing reptilian eyes glanced about the area, keeping keen notes on all the Shadowkind and ignoring the regular mundane as if they were nothing but scenery. Locking once again on the small group of Shadowkind, she pushed up her glasses with her middle finger. Going back to her routene surveillance. But the real question is <em>why?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 07:15:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Irennan gives the pair one last long look before deciding that the show was in fact over.&nbsp; Rather than going back to his magazine, he produces a notepad from inside his shirt and begins to flip through it with a rather serious expression on his drow features.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 18:13:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene pushed herself up after putting out the cigarette. She grabbed her book-bag and started to walk on over towards the flirting couple. Brushing past both of them. <em>Accidently</em> letting her free hand caress the portion of their backside. What was her goal? Yet, she did put enough effort to get them both to at least notice the movement. Walking towards one of the old style washing machines who loved to eat your quaters. Setting the bag on top as she grabbed a box of soap that someone left out. Looking it over with a smirk and shrugging.<br>&nbsp;"Hrm..." She opened up the machine and started to pour in a few tidbits of powder first. Then opened her pack, pulling out what appeared to be her "delicates" but they looked far from delicated. All various types of g-strings, thongs, and BDSM related items. Yet, she did have a few normal things, like cotton panties and such, but those stayed in the bag for the moment. Then pouring some more of the regular powders. Putting the box away as she reached back into her bag. Fishing about for her own "powers" and fished out a small bottle of fabric softener mixed with her special detergant. Pouring the strange green gopply goop in her clothes. Capping the bottle and putting it away as she fed the machine's it's gluttonous desire for a dollar in quaters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 18:28:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble notices the other 'accidental' touch and turns to raise one curious eyebrow at the passing woman.&nbsp; A quick glimpse at the naughtier items in that laundry basket gives her an excuse to grin.<br><br><em>Must be my lucky day.&nbsp; Eighteen months of nothing, and now this!</em><br><br>She turns her full attention back to Daisy, at least for now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 18:36:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Trouble would look towards the passing woman. Morene lowered her mirrorshades for only a moment to wink at her...but...Trouble then would notice her yellow, piercing serpentine eyes. More curiousities would come abound if Trouble seeked more into it. Morene leaned against the machine as it vibrated and chugged, washing her clothes. If Trouble looked closer, she'd find herself now next to the petite Daisy and on the other hand, the lovely, figured Morene. But due to the washer and Morene's posistion. It was clearly obvious the woman wasn't really wearing a suitable bra. Her bosom bounced sensually with each vibration sent forth through the machine. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 18:39:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Yep.&nbsp; Definitely my lucky day.&nbsp; Gonna have to get a bigger bed.</em><br><br>Trouble nods at the shapely snake-blooded woman next to her and smiles, just a hint of tongue peeking out between her lips.<br><br>"Hey.&nbsp; How ya doin'?"<br><br>And takes the opportunity to let her eyes appreciatively wander those dangerous curves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 18:46:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirked at that. It was a pity that people mistakened her for a snake blooded. Those reptilians all have familiar eye styles! It could have been a lizard or snake of any kind running through her veins. "Well, I don't really know. <em>How</em> am I doing, mmm?" She leaned back more against the vibrating machine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 18:56:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You keep doin' that, you might need to do more laundry."<br><br>Trouble grins and gives Daisy a squeeze.<br><br>"You use that stuff or is it just for show?"<br><br>She must mean the, uh, special items in the laundry...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 19:04:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What? <em>These?</em> or the laundry?" She smirked as she motioned to her curvacious body. "As when it comes to such a vague question. Yes, I use it all and then some." She smiled smug at that as she spread her legs as she continued to lean against the washing machine. A noticible little series of bulges would show at the crotch as a vague impression of a lovely *camel toe*. She definately was pierced down stairs. "Why do you ask?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-08-2005, 21:42:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just...curious."<br><br>Trouble winks.<br><br>"What do you think, Daisy?&nbsp; We gonna need someone else for Monopoly?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>22-08-2005, 00:48:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Eh, only curious? Heh, I know those eyes...that look. You're more then curious. But the thing is dear, are you up for it? I bite." <br><br>Morene chuckled and winked as the machine continued to chug and spew. She shrugged to herself and hopped up onto the machine. Now sitting on it as she looked down at Trouble. A slight smile creeping across her features which became a wide mirth grin as she watched both Trouble and Daisy as of now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-08-2005, 02:14:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I could take you, no problem.&nbsp; Dunno about Daisy, here..."<br><br><em>D'oh!&nbsp; Hello, brain to mouth, how about showing a little discretion here, huh?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>22-08-2005, 02:34:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Heh heh, hah. Take me, eh? Well bring it on. I know you most certainly want to do that sort of wrestling. Mmmhm, Daisy eh? I take it you want it to be a three way match, eh heh." She chuckled and grinned as she watched Trouble for her reactions...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-08-2005, 02:52:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The half-orc slowly, thoughtfully, licks her lips.<br><br>"I dunno.&nbsp; You seem kinda vanilla to me, girlie.&nbsp; Think you're worth all that effort?"<br><br>And then she grins to show she's only kidding.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>22-08-2005, 03:21:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali does her level best to ignore Tholar's outburst, smiling down at Isabel.&nbsp; "No problem.&nbsp; I'm glad I could help."&nbsp; Inwardly, she winces; passing the man off as 'retarded' might be a good cover story, but it hardly sits well with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>22-08-2005, 04:57:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Heh, vanilla?" She smirked as she slid off of the washing machine. Pulling out her pack of smokes and her zippo. Lighting up right there with a smirk. "Hell, at times. I wish I lived a <em>vanilla</em> life." She seemed to have a bit of truth in her tone. "But, eh, what the hell can I do right?" She shrugged and took a strong hit, exhailing through her nose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-08-2005, 06:19:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble wrinkles her nose.<br><br>"Yeah. What can ya do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>22-08-2005, 07:42:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then again, it'd be a far boring life. As well, hell, no real point of livin' then. I don't even believe many vanilla people enjoy living their normal mundane lives. Afterall, the suicide count is pretty high." She snorted and smirked. Flicking an ash into her hand. "Mmhm. So, whatya have hidin' underneath your hood? You look familiar...don't know from where though. Can't really place my finger on it." She shrugged at that. If her own renown was a bit higher aside from the high mark, Trouble would probably have a different reaction with this woman. "So, eh..hrm. Monopoly?" She wrinkled a brow as she slid her glasses back down to near the end of her nose. "Mmmhm. I wouldn't mind playin'."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-08-2005, 14:24:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble gives Daisy-chan another light squeeze.<br><br>"Whaddya think?&nbsp; Got enough <em>sake</em> for three?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>22-08-2005, 23:25:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg42078#msg42078">Quote from: Jefepato on 22-08-2005, 03:21:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ali does her level best to ignore Tholar's outburst, smiling down at Isabel.&nbsp; "No problem.&nbsp; I'm glad I could help."&nbsp; Inwardly, she winces; passing the man off as 'retarded' might be a good cover story, but it hardly sits well with her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The gnome smiles at you and extends her hand in a professional handshake. "Seriously, thanks for looking after him. I try to do my best for people around here, but to be honest...I'm a very busy woman. Isabelle Greenberg's the name, by the way. If there's anything I can do to repay the favor, just let me know." she says, handing you a small business card that reads:<br><br>Isabelle Greenberg<br>Consultant<br>'Other consultants are good, but me? I'm *magic*'<br><br>She then returns to her laundry, muttering more curses about her lazy assistant.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>22-08-2005, 23:30:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg41906#msg41906">Quote from: Hunter on 21-08-2005, 07:15:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Irennan gives the pair one last long look before deciding that the show was in fact over.&nbsp; Rather than going back to his magazine, he produces a notepad from inside his shirt and begins to flip through it with a rather serious expression on his drow features.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The young woman sitting next to you taps you lightly on the shoulder. "Hey...haven't I seen you around before? Wha'cha doing?" she says. In the distance, behind her, the gnome she came in with sighs and shakes her head as she struggles to toss more clothing into a washing machine slightly out of her reach.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>22-08-2005, 23:40:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."&nbsp; Tucking the card into her pocket with a smile, Ali returns to her own laundry, heaping clothes into the washing machine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 00:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle goes back to her laundry, huffing and puffing as she pushes another load of clothing into a machine a good two feet abover her head. It's an upright washer, and as she leaps up to push the last of the clothes in, she jumps a bit too high and falls into the washer with her clothes. <br><br>"Hey! Hey! Someone get me out of here!" she shouts, but her voice is muffled by the clothing. Her assistant is completely oblivious, still trying to flirt with the drow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 01:04:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh, 'scuze me a sec.&nbsp; Duty calls."<br><br>Trouble reaches over and gingerly lifts the gnome out of the washer.<br><br>"Careful, now.&nbsp; These things bite."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 01:38:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg42015#msg42015">Quote from: MadPanda on 21-08-2005, 21:42:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What do you think, Daisy?&nbsp; We gonna need someone else for Monopoly?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Daisy places her hand on Trouble's back as her eyes roam over Morene's figure, <em><strong>"sure... why not... I'm Chang Zi, but friends call me Daisy... and yes, there is enough sake for at least 3... and then some..."</strong></em><br><br>When the gnome jumps into the washer, Daisy puts a hand over her mouth to stiffle her giggle.&nbsp; Her small, perky breasts and nipples remain at attention.&nbsp; As Trouble heads over to help the gnome, Daisy walks over and hops up onto the washer beside Morene, waiting for Trouble to join them...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 01:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene smirked and smiled. "Mmhm, nice to meetya hon. I'm Morene." She chuckled and looked down, smiling as she seen the nipples pushing fiercly against her top. "Looks like you're really -happy- to meet me and then some, eh, hon?" She grinned and winked as her eyes stayed upon her petite breasts.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 01:55:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg42326#msg42326">Quote from: zulokitty on 23-08-2005, 01:45:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Morene smirked and smiled. "Mmhm, nice to meetya hon. I'm Morene." She chuckled and looked down, smiling as she seen the nipples pushing fiercly against her top. "Looks like you're really -happy- to meet me and then some, eh, hon?" She grinned and winked as her eyes stayed upon her petite breasts.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Enjoying the attention, Daisy leans back, proping herself up with her arms behind her.&nbsp; She stretches slightly, pulling her shoulders back, the hem of her shirt lifting enough to show the bottom curve of her lightweight, white bra.<br><br><em>well.. you're in Trouble now... in more ways than one...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 02:07:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glancing away from the damp gnome for a moment, Trouble grins wickedly at her two new friends.<br><br>"Don't start without me, now..."<br><br>And then back to her landlady.<br><br>"You okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 02:24:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daisy smiles at Trouble and giggles.&nbsp; Crossing her legs at the ankles, she swings them out and back like a little kid... a little kid in a candy store...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 02:28:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Irennan flips through the pages of his little notebook, glancing from time to time at the girls flirting with each other.&nbsp; He didn't mind lesbians but he really prefered having a woman underneath him screaming as he pleasured himself on her.&nbsp; He frowned, absently tossing a stray lock of white hair back into place.<br><br>"Maybe hit the dance clubs tonight."&nbsp; He said quietly, not realizing that he'd spoken out loud.&nbsp; "I could use a good time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 03:28:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She simply let out a yawn as she ran her hands within her liner of her coat, as if she was searching for something, but found nothing. Crossing her arms right after it as she watched Trouble and from time to time looked up to Daisy. The buzzer finally went off as her delicates were done. Pushing herself up as she started to open and remove them from the wash, putting them in the dryer. Pulling out more coins from her pocket with a smirk. "Dammit, every time I do my laundry, it costs me an arm and a leg." She smirked as she put the money in the machine, tossed a few fabric softener sheets in there and turned it on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 11:20:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daisy smiles and giggles at Morene, <em><strong>"well, there are worse body parts it could cost you."</strong></em>&nbsp; She continues 'bouncing' her feet out from the dryer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 18:22:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, hell, heh. If it costed me <em>that</em> I think I'd be doing laundry every day then." She chuckled and smirked. Leaning against the dryer she is using. Her eyes play over Daisy's cute features, paying close attention to a few minute details.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 19:17:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg42333#msg42333">Quote from: MadPanda on 23-08-2005, 02:07:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Glancing away from the damp gnome for a moment, Trouble grins wickedly at her two new friends.<br><br>"Don't start without me, now..."<br><br>And then back to her landlady.<br><br>"You okay?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Isabelle straightens her clothes in an attempt to regain her dignity. It almost works. "Thanks...Trouble, right? And who are your new fr--" her voice cuts off for a moment, as she squints hard at Morene. Realizing that she's being a bit rude, she continues. "Sorry about that. As I was saying, who are your new friends?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 19:23:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Daisy's in, uh...3C, I think it was.&nbsp; And Morene is...well, I dunno.&nbsp; Local, I'd guess, since she's doing laundry here.&nbsp; Haven't seen her around before."<br><br>Trouble grins.<br><br>"I'd have remembered."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 19:29:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene glanced towards the little one with a smirk, lowering her mirrorshades as she looks directly at her with her yellow piercing serpentine eyes. If she was one to know, she would put the pieces together of as to what or at least who Morene was. A slight, dry smirk playing across her lips before pushing her glasses back up and returning back to leaning against the dryer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 20:59:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alethea finishes shoveling the first load of clothes into the washer, pouring in the detergent and shutting the lid with a CLANG.&nbsp; As the machine starts up, she sighs, leaning against it and glancing around the room again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iksander</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 21:09:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph enters quietly, doing his best to look fairly inconspicuous.&nbsp; He wears only jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt this day, and carries a back full of laundry in hand.&nbsp; He does need his laundry cleaned, he hadn't had a chance to do so since he arrived in the city, but his true purpose to coming here is a bit less... mundane.&nbsp; His eyes widen a bit as he takes a note of the various unusual individuals that fill the laundry room at various intervals, but quickly heads over to a washing machine, loading up his clothes and trying to keep his head down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 21:20:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene adjusted her sumptuous bust which was hid by all the black. Aside from her obvious actions, she didn't use any real attempt at hiding such an action, so it was clear that she wanted attention. A faint sigh coming out of her lips as she awaits for her unmentionables to finish drying. Watching over the group of non-mundanes closely.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 21:55:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg42647#msg42647">Quote from: zulokitty on 23-08-2005, 21:20:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Morene adjusted her sumptuous bust which was hid by all the black. Aside from her obvious actions, she didn't use any real attempt at hiding such an action, so it was clear that she wanted attention. A faint sigh coming out of her lips as she awaits for her unmentionables to finish drying. Watching over the group of non-mundanes closely.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Irennan's white eyebrows shot upward as the not so hidden attempt to attract someone caught his eye.&nbsp; With a slight smirk he rose to his feet, tucking his notebook back away.&nbsp; He strolled over to where Morene was and stopped a step or two from her, giving her an up and down look that was just as obvious.&nbsp; "Hello there."&nbsp; He smiled charmingly to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 22:01:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lofted a brow as she smirked at his charming smile. It didn't seem to affect her at all, perhaps it's been pulled on her far to much. But she didn't really seem dissinterested. "Well, hello there." She smiled as she continued to lean against the machine. Her arms crossing underneath her bust, elevating it. "What brings you to me? Is it the rather close vicinity of all the attractive women? Hrm?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 22:04:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Irennan removes his aviator shades even as his eyebrows quirk upwards in response to Morene's greeting.&nbsp; "How can one not be drawn to such a beauty as yourself?"&nbsp; He moves over to lean on the machine next to her, putting his 'shades into a spare pocket.&nbsp; "And with this many lovely ladies, a guy would have to be dead to not be attracted."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iksander</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 22:07:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph does glance over to the gathering of non-mundanes at this point, quickly putting a few coins into the washing machine to get it started up, before slipping on over slowly, keeping a polite distance as he quietly looks each one over.&nbsp; He chews softly on his lower lip, before taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself and tucking his hands into his pockets to keep from twitching too much.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 22:10:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg42680#msg42680">Quote from: Hunter on 23-08-2005, 22:04:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Irennan removes his aviator shades even as his eyebrows quirk upwards in response to Morene's greeting.&nbsp; "How can one not be drawn to such a beauty as yourself?"&nbsp; He moves over to lean on the machine next to her, putting his 'shades into a spare pocket.&nbsp; "And with this many lovely ladies, a guy would have to be dead to not be attracted."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Trouble can't help it--she snickers suddenly, trying not to burst out laughing.<br><br><em>Oh my gods, it's Errol Flynn!</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 23:25:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She lowered her shades as her piercing yellow serpentine eyes look towards Irennan. "Oh, I don't know really. I think gay guys are kind of cute." She chuckled and popped her neck. Now wearing her mirrorshades upon her nose bridge. She looked towards Trouble and winked at her as she continued to lean against the source of warmth, actually enjoying it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>23-08-2005, 23:53:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From outside, there is a loud screech, like an audible slide, and then a loud, reverberating crunch. Anyone who goes outside to look will see that about one block to the east, there has been an accident, and it doesn't look good. What may have once been a sports car has been driven directly into the side of a large truck, with enouch force that the truck has actually tipped over (it was rather tall, and probably not well balanced). 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 00:10:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daisy sat there, bouncing her feet torn in ecision. &nbsp;Should she pad over to Trouble, who was talking with the gnome? or should she move over by Morene? &nbsp;Decisions, decisions. &nbsp;Leaning forward, she clasps her hands behind her back and brings them up over her head, stretching her muscles and exposing her white, flimsy bra. &nbsp;Deciding that she didn't want to interupt Morene from 'toying' with the male drow, she instead headed over to Trouble. &nbsp;<br><br>Stepping up beside Trouble, she smiles brightly and holds out her left hand, <em><strong>"hi, I'm Chang Zi..."</strong></em> &nbsp;She puts her left hand on Trouble, lightly patting her back.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg42702#msg42702">Quote from: Vice on 23-08-2005, 23:53:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">From outside, there is a loud screech, like an audible slide, and then a loud, reverberating crunch.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em><strong>"What was that??"</strong></em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 00:36:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She pushed herself up off of the dryer as she looked towards outside. Grumbling to herself in a strange, powerful tongue. Moving towards the door as she stepped out. Her hands reaching into her coat as if she was going to grab something, but stopped right there. She awaited to see if trouble decided to step her way...or at least, to these people's way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 00:50:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Noticing Joseph's scrutiny, Ali glances back in his direction when she hears the screech outside.&nbsp; Eyes snapping wide, she bolts for the door.&nbsp; As she rounds the corner and heads for the crash, she's already fumbling in her purse for her first-aid supplies...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 01:00:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Irennan puts his aviator shades back on at the sound of the crash but then returns to his seat as the others wander off.&nbsp; He really didn't care if people where hurt or killed.&nbsp; After all, it wasn't his business.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 01:28:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble is subtly guiding Daisy's hand down onto the swell of her ass when she hears the crash.<br><br>"Uh oh!&nbsp; Sounds bad.&nbsp; I'll be right back..."<br><br>Absently patting Daisy on the cheek, she heads for the door to see what's going on outside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 01:31:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Irennan finally notices the young woman who's been attempting to talk to him.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, my mind was elsewhere."&nbsp; He's cut off from further words by the buzzing of the dryer.&nbsp; He then turns his attention to emptying the dryer and preparing for departure.<br><br>He hands the young woman a business card.&nbsp; "You can reach me at that number."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>That Unseen Guy in the Back</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 02:33:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Most people look a the world, and what do they see? They see the mundane, the ordinary. They go through their lives content and pacified by the fact that when they wake up it will be to the same aparment they went to sleep in, the same wife and two and a half children to greet you, the same commute to the same mindless job to look forward to. They watched the news and say murder and mayhem, but never witnessed such things more than second hand. They knew the country was in the midst of the second abstract war (first drugs, now terror), and they secretly suspect the guy who was driving their taxi last night.<br><br>If only they knew that the taxi driver wasn't a terrorist, but was instead an orc taking on extra shifts to support a liter of kids at home.<br><br>Of course if most people knew the truth of the secret world around them, there would probably be chaos. Suspicion is already the word of the day. It's bred into citizens earlier with every generation. No, oblivion is the new opium. It keeps everyone calm and docile. The thing is that it's not just your average human that can be oblivious. No, even those who lead secret lives under the suspicious eyes of Jeo and Jane Average can sometimes be oblivious to the things around them.<br><br>Take, for example, the guy in the back by the old arcade machines. Most everyone in the place hasn't even noticed him there, what with the usual university hipster crowd that seem to frequent that section of Ernie's. Billy certainly fits the look. Average height, a little bit on the skinny side, mussed black hair; the kind of build you get from an overactive metabolism instead of from working out, even the hint of a tattoo on his bicep, in binary of all things. His clothes scream geek as well. Dockers Mobile fit khakis, the kind with extra pockets for tech toys, pockets that are no doubt brimming with them, a tight black t-shirt that reads "All my good shirts are in the laundry.", worn military boots, almost unrecognizable from the wear and tear they have seen and thoroughly lacking polish. He's even wearing dark sunglasses indoors. But there are little things that set him apart from the normal hipsters. Things like the fact he seems to be playing two different games at the same time with no ill effect on his performance. There's also the fact that every once and a while, when the ladies inuendo gets a little loud, he looks over from the corner of his eye. Sure, the look isn't unusual, but the fact he seems to linger just long enough to confirm what he is really seeing should be telltale, if anyone is inclined to notice, that is.<br><br>The crash seems to draw enough to Billy's attention away that he engames on one of the machines. When he turns back he just shrugs, and lets the other game die out as well. He enters the requisite 'ASS' in the two top score slots, and turns from the machine, heading to get himself a pop. As he passes the gathering, he nods, to no one in particular.<br><br>`Never a dull moment.`<br><br>And he walks on by, fishing change from his pocket.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 03:32:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg42731#msg42731">Quote from: MadPanda on 24-08-2005, 01:28:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Uh oh!&nbsp; Sounds bad.&nbsp; I'll be right back..."<br>Absently patting Daisy on the cheek, she heads for the door to see what's going on outside.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Curious, if nothing else, Daisy follows Trouble...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iksander</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 06:25:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He blinks a coupile times as he hears the noise outside, furrowing his brow as he notes that a good many of the noteworthy individuals within had already moved to respond.&nbsp; Rather than remain behind, he slips out after him, taking in the sight of the accident and sucking his breath in quickly. "Now that is most unpleasant looking...."<br><br>He presses his tongue into his cheek and tilts his head slightly to the side, while beginning to run a few basic calculations within his mind.&nbsp; After a moment, he pulls out his pda and begins to jot things down, working at an unusually rapid speed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 11:37:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Those of you who rush outside find the overturned truck, and a wrecked sports car. The fiberglass exterior of the car has shattered, and covers the hot tarmac of the street. The driver is slumped in his seat, bleeding badly from the head, and not terribly concious. There is an odd scent about him, but you can't quite place it (Knowledge: Streetwise, or any chemistry related knowledge skill check, DC 10). A Treat Injury check is not necessary to diagnose him; he is going into shock, and will die very soon. You may make a Treat Injury check (DC 15) to attempt to save his life. A second check at the same DC can be used to help him regain conciousness, or improve his condition.<br><br>Meanwhile, the truck is turned over on it's side. The driver is not inside, and the broken window on the driver's side suggests that he may have fled the scene. An investigation check, DC 10, would be sufficient to determine who was most likely at fault for the accident, given the evidence at hand. Knowledge (Physical Sciences) would also work, albeit at a -2 penalty due to trying to apply classroom physics in a real-world application. Anyone investigating the truck is welcome to make a Listen check, as well. <br><br>==============================================================================================<br><br>Back inside the laundromat, the strange man who had been attacking the vending machine jumps up fearfully at the sound of the crash, taking cover behind one of the counters. His action is not a cowardly dive, but rather the motion of someone who has had some training in basic combat tactics, if you are the sort to recognize such a thing. Isabelle pulls the man out from behind the counter, whispering something to him. He seems to calm down a bit, though his face shows obvious confusion. <br><br>The young woman who had been pestering Irennan accepts his business card, and introduces herself as Elizabeth. She turns to look at the accident at first, then shrugs and sits back down, only to find herself staring at Isabelle, who is less than amused, and wastes no time putting Elizabeth to work loading and unloading more laundry machines. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 14:38:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Irennan smiles slightly to Elizabeth then finishes unloading the dryer into the his laundry basket.&nbsp; He hefties the basket then heads outside, adjusting his aviator shades to better protect his eyes before he began walking in the opposite direction home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 15:21:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble scrambles to help, although her knowledge of first aid is pretty much limited to band-aids, aspirin, and blankets.&nbsp; For the next few minutes, at least, she's all business...she can still call 911 or holler for a medic.&nbsp; :)<br><br>(And the dice are their normal, helpful selves--it's an 8 on that Knowledge/Streetwise check.&nbsp; What funny smell?)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iksander</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 17:51:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph blinks a couple more times before nodding deeply and moving forward, completing his computations on his PDA.&nbsp; He glances over to Alethea, furrowing his brow faintly. "Miss, I do not know if you are skilled in the use of that kit... but this man requires immediate medical assistance, and you seem to be the best equipped for such a job...."<br><br>He steps a bit further forward, sniffing the air as he picks up the odd scent, he tilts his head faintly to the side and sends his tongue forward to taste the air, in a distinctly reptilian fashion.<br><br>(And the dice smile upon me, I get a 13 for Knowledge/Phsyical Sciences on the chemical, and a 21 on Knowledge/Physical sciences for investigating the scene.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 18:15:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(First Treat Injury check: 26<br><br>Second TI check: 31<br><br>Listen check: 18)<br><br>Ali is hardly listening to Joseph, but her actions soon answer his question easily enough.&nbsp; She gently removes the man from the wreckage and lays him down on the sidewalk, cleaning the wound and bandaging his head carefully.<br><br>There's only so much one can do with a purse-sized first aid kit, but Ali does it very well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 20:18:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She simply shrugged at the site. "Well, this is out of my jurisdiction." She'd use her cellphone that to call 911 if it didn't do the -We will patch you to the nearest Emergency Line- B.S. Placing her hands in her coat pockets as she starts to walk slowly towards back to the laundry mat. "And no matter how much I'd like to, I can't play hero." She smirked as she re-entered. Having found her laundry finished she started to tug it out and fold it, putting it back within her pack she left in there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 20:26:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing that the humie...er, the vict...that is, the 'unscheduled deceleration survivor' is in good hands, Trouble likewise heads back to the laundry, following Morene closely (and presumably enjoying the view, now that the emergency is mostly over).&nbsp; Close enough, n fact, to overhear part of the woman's commentary.<br><br>"Juris-which?&nbsp; Aww, man...don't tell me you're a <em>cop</em>..."<br><br>She suddenly looks and sounds quite crestfallen.&nbsp; A pouting half-orc is probably an amusing sight...from a safe distance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 20:30:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I'm far from a cop." She muttered before she entered the laundry mat. She of course NOW was in it, gathering her things. What was her real reason in being there? She didn't really appear to live locally, she was new, a bit too new. Gathering tidbits of her clothes here and there as she sighed to herself. "Why does shit always happen around me? Am I the eye of the storm here?" She muttered to herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 20:34:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So a little thing like, say, a few youthful indiscretions ain't a problem with you, right?&nbsp; 'Cause some gals really freak out about that sort of thing..."<br><br>And now Trouble looks a bit nervous for some reason.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 20:37:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She approached Trouble. "As long as you keep yourself from starting a mass murder spree, a dark crime syndicate or anything of those extremities. You're safe with me. About the only real trouble you'd get yourself in to. Would be well...mmm, I take it you'll be fucked." She lowered her shades and winked. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 20:42:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothin' like that, no..."<br><br>Trouble grins.<br><br>"Hmm.&nbsp; How safe?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 20:53:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene stepped even closer then before, shooting her right hand right down Trouble's pants, cupping her crotch through any undergarment she had on (if none she touched her sex directly.) Moving closer she planted a tender, soft kiss upon her lips before murmuring "Real safe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 20:58:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being directly felt up in public, with an audience, is a new experience for Trouble.&nbsp; She reacts...strongly.&nbsp; More specifically, since Morene is within arms's reach, she is getting a big ol' bear hug!&nbsp; And then the half-orc returns the kiss directly, pushing her tongue into the other woman's mouth.<br><br>"Daisy, could you...uh...c'mere for a minute?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:02:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blinked as she was caught in a bear hug. Not really surprised, but then again. "Hey now, don't hug me so tight, I don't want to hurt the precious cargo." She lightly tapped her lovely Half-Orc sex. "My fingernails are stronger then you think dear. If rubbed the wrong way." She sighed and smiled at the kiss, letting her tongue whisp about back and forth against Trouble's tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble eases up, enjoying the kiss.<br><br>"You sure you wanna do this here?&nbsp; Not that I mind much..."<br><br>She slides her hands down to cup Morene's ass.<br><br>"But if they're gonna watch, I'd rather sell tickets first, you know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:09:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirked, sliding her hand out of her pants. "One, we're close together, so they wouldn't see much anyway. Two, I'm wearing a trench coat which is conviently enjoying obscuring my actions...and Three. I believe they're busy watching the accident then us." As she motioned to the crowd which was more interested in the carnage. "Heh heh heh." She smirked and grinned. "We're not fucking in public, although that thought has crossed my mind." She winked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And what else has crossed your mind?"<br><br>Trouble grins wickedly.<br><br>"Normally, I'd wait to ask this, but...what <em>won't</em> you do?&nbsp; I'm curious."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:12:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't play as the meek, submissive bitch." She chuckled as she stated her only -not- do thing...which was definately, rather small. She chuckled and wrapped her arms about Trouble's waist, getting a two handful squeeze of that lovely Half-Orc ass.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:13:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How about a not-so-meek bitch?&nbsp; I wouldn't mind taking you a few times..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:16:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirked. "You didn't even have to ask. Feh, heh, all I said and I will elaborate. Is don't expect me to bow down to you and call you Mistress or whatever title you'd liked to be called. As for fucking me. I don't care really. I'm simply not a submissive type. I can't. Not with my line of work and lifestyle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:19:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How 'bout Big Sis?&nbsp; I never liked being called 'Mistress' anyway...makes me sound like an elf or something."<br><br>She chuckles.<br><br>"And I meant 'a bit roughly'.&nbsp; Stuff Daisy prob'ly wouldn't like, you know?&nbsp; She's kinda delicate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:20:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The scent seems vaguely familiar to Trouble, like something she's encountered walking through or around one of the city's nightclubs. Joseph's background in science gives him a much clearer idea of what this is; the smell is a mix of alcohol and cocaine. Joseph's inspection of the crash reveals that, in all likelihood, the intoxicated sports car driver was responsible for the crash, running a red light and braking too late to avoid colliding with the truck. It's rather obvious given the physical evidence and the state of the driver, so it seems odd that the truck driver would have fled; he obviously wouldn't have been the one facing prosecution for this accident.<br><br>Ali, as she is performing first aid on the man, also discovers his intoxicated state. After binding his wounds, she realizes what probably caused this accident; the man is clearly on drugs, but more importantly he is suffering from alcohol poisoning. His heartbeat is shallow and close to arrest. Due to her considerable expertise in medical care, she is able to keep him alive (pumping on his chest to force his heart to keep beating) and induce vomiting to remove some of the toxins from his body. Paramedics still haven't arrived. <br><br>The man is stabilized, if in very poor health, when Ali is distracted by an odd sound coming from the truck. There is a scratching at the back door, alternating with a pounding. There is also a low, pitiful moan, as that of an injured person. The doors rattle as if someone is trying to open them from the wrong side, but can't.<br><br>=========================================================================================<br><br>Back at the laundromat, most of the non-shadowkind are still gathered on the sidewalk, watching in trance-like horror as the accident scene unfolds in front of them. There are several warm smiles as Ali performs medical care on the man, and a small cheer rises from the crowd when she signals that the man is, for the time being, okay. No one has yet turned around to return to their laundry, and discovered any lewd inter-species conduct so far...though Elizabeth sighs discontentedly (perhaps jealous that she can't get any), while Isabelle frowns disapprovingly and shakes her head. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:21:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay...fine, I'll make it easier. I don't care to be Submissive. Ever. Alright? It's barking up a bad tree with me. As with that, that's fine. I'll make sure not to be too rough with you though, I don't want to hurt you." She smirked at that and smiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:28:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay.&nbsp; That works...'cause the thought of putting you over my knee is kind of turning me on right now...and we prob'ly want to go somewhere private before the normies turn around."<br><br>She lets go and starts pulling back.<br><br>"I think my landlady is getting annoyed at us, gettin' all demonstrative like this."<br><br>Turning, she gives Elizabeth a lewd wink and a wicked smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:30:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirked at that and looked towards the land-lady and such. "Who is your landlady? Which one? The mad one or the pouting one?" She chuckled at that and cracked her knuckles as she watched the two. "The sad one looks like she needs to be fucked though. Poor thing, needs to get laid more often. I notced how hard she was trying to get something." She smirked. "Wouldn't mind giving it to her if she liked girls." She shrugged at that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:35:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"The gnome owns the building.&nbsp; Please don't piss her off.&nbsp; I like having a roof over my head..."<br><br>Trouble licks her lips slowly before leaning close in to whisper.<br><br>"Yeah, I know just how the sad little elfie feels.&nbsp; I woke up feelin' that way this morning, in fact...and yesterday.&nbsp; And all of last month.&nbsp; You get the picture.&nbsp; Problem is, I don't wanna rock that boat real hard."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:37:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm still amazed that you and your land lady are interacting with me on a regular basis. Not usual that I get -friendly- company of non-mundane folks." She smirked at that and cracked her kneck. Picking her bag back up which she let go of to grab Trouble's ass. Sifting through it as if she was looking for something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:38:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali leaps to her feet in horror. &nbsp;Confident that the first injured man won't be dying any time soon, she runs to the back of the truck, opening the door (if she can)...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:39:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whatcha lookin' for?"<br><br>Trouble scoots around and peeks over Morene's shoulder, deliberately brushing against her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:44:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My watch." She seemed to pull out an introcate looking watch. It looked rather bizarre as well, it had freakish looking runes carved into the face-plate behind the glass. It appeared to be that to be crafted as such. Pulling back the leather sleeve as it exposed her tender, strong forearm underneath. Securing the watch 'pon it. "I forgot to put it on, a stupid for me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:48:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, darn.&nbsp; And here I was expectin' something more...heh heh...practical."<br><br>Trouble gives Morene a quick peck on the cheek and backs off a few feet.&nbsp; Then she looks over at Isabelle and puts on her best 'who, me?' face.<br><br>"What?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:51:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Like what? A gun? Or what... a dildo or vibrator or something? I don't carry those sort of things in my bookbag when I am doing laundry. Washing a fire-arm that isn't water resistant is a no no and a general no no anyway. It would eat all the gun oil in it and make it basically useless. As for the sex toys. Well, they'd like to either melt in the dryer if they were plastic or latex...or heat up so much they'd burn the clothes, if they were metal." She smirked at that. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:53:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble still manages to look innocent (in a very guilty way), grinning happily at Morene.<br><br>"Wasn't thinking about guns or nothin'."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 21:56:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Riiight, I see now. You're horny, right? Real horny. I know that look." She chuckled. "I don't carry cards and such of where I live, but I can take a bus from here to get there." She chuckled and continued to look over Trouble with a deep smirk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 22:00:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Me?&nbsp; Always."<br><br>Another grin.<br><br>"How strong's your bed frame?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 22:02:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's wrought iron. It's pretty strong. Heavy as all hell too. Good thing I live on the bottom floor." She chuckled at that and smiled. "So, I take it you don't get laid often?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 22:06:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble just shrugs in response.<br><br>"The thing is, people who can <em>see</em> us tend to jump to conclusions sometimes.&nbsp; And for people who can't...I'm not my old man, all right?&nbsp; There's some stuff I just won't do."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 22:10:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Heh, at least you don't have much of a <em>prestigous</em> bloodline. Afterall, at times I get lumped in there with the snakes. Hell no, mine is far more troublesome. Heh, you may have a brutish father and line. But, at least you don't have the big giant things who think they're gods because they can breathe fire, acid, and such things." She chuckled. Wait a tic, could she be refering to different types of dragons?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 22:12:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Another eloquent shrug.<br><br>"Traditional family values," she says.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 22:16:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It isn't something I'd like to brag about. Just something that complicates things even more then they should." She smirked dry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 22:22:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Irennan hums quietly to himself on the way home, eventually managing to get there.&nbsp; He unlocked his place and let himself in, quickly putting the laundry away then settling down to take the rest of the day off in front of the television.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iksander</strong> on <strong>24-08-2005, 22:52:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph pulls himself from his deductive reverie and pulls back with a soft sigh, lifting a hand up to run through his hair. "Fool of a man...." He then sighs softly and gives his head a slight shake, moving to head back in, when his gaze comes to rest onto Morene and Trouble for a long moment, his head tilting slightly to the side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>25-08-2005, 00:32:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg43033#msg43033">Quote from: Jefepato on 24-08-2005, 21:38:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ali leaps to her feet in horror.&nbsp; Confident that the first injured man won't be dying any time soon, she runs to the back of the truck, opening the door (if she can)...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The truck is a fairly standard delivery model...there is a latch, and the door slides upwards. The first thing you encounter is a strong odor of decay. Piled one on top of the other like discarded clothes are a mountain of what appear to be human bodies, in various states of disrepair. This would be disturbing enough, but they appear to be...moving...very....slowly....<br><br>From within the pile, a bony hand reaches out for Ali's foot, but is too weak to actually pull her down. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>25-08-2005, 00:40:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Gods, no..." she whispers, stunned by the horrible sight...until she sees the hand reach for her.&nbsp; She jerks her leg away, stumbling backwards as she goes, and starting to wish there was an actual cleric present.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>25-08-2005, 08:02:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he cracks open a soda, Billy finds himself torn between the gathering crowd outside, and the two chicks groping eachother in the absence of people by large inside. Ok, so the butch look isn't usually his thing, but there to compliment the redhead, well he'd be hard pressed not to stare. Of course with his shades on, his eyes don't betray him. Although leaning rather nonchallantly against the soda machine, taking a swig of the soda while casually looking to the front of the laundromat, there are other, more instinctual telltales. Had he known he'd be subjected to the little bit of a show, he probably would have worn baggier pants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 00:31:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Haggard, bony zombies begin to slowly emerge from the writhing mass within the truck. They crawl on hands and knees, pulling themselves over one another, crushing, shoving, pushing each other, until they emerge from the truck. <br><br>From within the crowd around the accident, a cry of absolute horror erupts. "OH MY LORD! Those poor people! Someone help them! They're obviously hurt!" says one woman. Another person, an older man, mutters something about transporting illegal aliens in trucks. A few people rush forward, trying to help the zombies to their feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 00:51:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Okay, that makes the half-orc's ears twitch!&nbsp; With obvious reluctance, she heads for the door again.<br><br>"Uh...maybe we oughta go see what else is goin' on out there, d'ya think?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 01:10:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Oh, shit.</em>&nbsp; Ali interposes herself between the zombies and the onrushing mundanes.&nbsp; "Please, stay back!&nbsp; We need trained personnel to deal with this -- you could easily make things worse!"&nbsp; As she speaks, she's fumbling in her purse for her cell phone, trying to hit the speed-dial for Father Clearbrook's office.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 02:07:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't know, honestly I don't care. None are my marks. But..." She smirked. "If you really want to go play hero. We can." She sighed. "I just don't need the media publicity."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 02:13:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Who said anything about the fucking media?"<br><br>Trouble stalks out the door...and stops in her tracks when she realizes that there are undead things crawling out of the wreckage.<br><br>"Uh.&nbsp; Ohhhh-kay.&nbsp; That's...that's a bad thing, isn't it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 02:23:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene followed right after. Her left hand sinking into her coat pocket as she pulled out of a holster what appeared to be a strange .357 Colt Python. It hard strange red carvings all over the hilt and barrel. She smirked as she muttered something to the gun and blew across the barrel. The gun itself begain to smoke as if it was just discharged a round. "Mmmhm. Let's see if the fuckers like a flaming .357 slug in it's mutha-fuckin' skull." She smirked. The Goth/Punk woman was strapped! What else did she have hidden underneath that coat?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 03:28:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daisy went to the scene, yet hung back.&nbsp; Aside from band-aids and iodine, she knew nothing about tending the wounded.&nbsp; When Ali moved up to help, Daisy&nbsp; was releived.&nbsp; Seeing the driver was in apparent good hands, and noticing that the police hadn't arrived, she takes the opportunity to case the crowd gathered at the scene.&nbsp; <br><br>(If she finds what she thinks is a good mark, before the zombies, she'll attempt to pick their pockets d20=(14) Sleight of Hand[14+7=<strong>21</strong>] )
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 04:00:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Now finding that the goth gal was strapped, well some people would have been just plain disuaded by that, but guns never were a problem for Billy. Comes from having a father who's an MP. Not only do you get it drilled in your head that fear is an irrational state of mind, one that can be overcome by finding its source and dealing with it, but you get range time.<br><br>Soda still in hand, Billy makes his way to the front of the laundromat. Pulling up the back of his t-shirt, he reaches back and pulls something out of his waistband. Yes, he to is packing heat. He has been ever since his first true awarness of the world around him. Call it a comfort thing. Taking a swig of his soda, he assesses the situation in the street. `Sheep, can't see what's going on around them.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 04:56:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Looks like a bunch of eaters. We need to get these hummies out of the way before someone really gets hurt. Can see it now on the news. -Civilians brutially murdered in a cross-fire between arm assailants&nbsp; and cannibals." She popped open the cylidener of her gun to check to see if it was loaded. If Trouble was to look down, each of the bullets were glowing and emitting a heat wave, but they didn't explode at all to it. She chuckled to herself and clicked it shut. <br><br>"Looks like I'm ready to party." She smirked and started to head closer to the accident, but stayed in place. "Well, let's see how it is before jumping head in. If it gets too rough, I'll need to give Department-7 a call for a clean-up crew." She chuckled and shook her head. "Oh well, hon. You better get ready for a nice bed breaking fuck after this shit is done." She grinned and winked at Trouble as she left her gun at her side. Watching the greusome display...yet finding it curious that a woman was...fondling them? As it seen from the distance she was at.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 05:00:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Department Seven, Billy has come across reference to them in his research, but never has he heard a more concrete and placable on than that one statement on this woman's behalf. And then she goes and says something that totally throws him off. Shuddering for the mental images which flood his mind, Billy focuses, and looks around.<br><br>`Only one way to get the crowd moving. I don't want to, but...`<br><br>He raises his Glock, pointing it to the sky, and he fires a single round. After all, there's nothing like a gunshot to clear out a crowd. Ok, yeah, it might cause a little trampling, but with the majority of them gone, at least handling the rest will be easier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 05:06:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg43352#msg43352">Quote from: zulokitty on 26-08-2005, 04:56:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh well, hon. You better get ready for a nice bed breaking fuck after this shit is done." She grinned and winked at Trouble as she left her gun at her side.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You say that like it's a <em>bad</em> thing."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 05:30:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yea, looks like I'll need to get a new b-" She blinked at the sudden gunshot as she looked towards the man who in fact shot in the air. Seeing his motion as she simply nodded to him. Knowing that he wasn't on the opposing side...at least for now. She smirked and looked towards Trouble. "Well, I say we have fifteen to thirty minutes before the fuzz gets here. Ever since we moved in to town at least. So, how 'bout it? Ready to bust some skulls?" She grinned deviously as she started to step slower towards the pack of zombies. "Alright you brain-dead motha-fucka's. It's time to see what those mellons have on the inside!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 05:35:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then I got ten minutes to finish this and get.&nbsp; Huh.&nbsp; Sort of like my last boyfriend...ten minutes, tops."<br><br>The half-orc snickers to herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 06:01:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Heh. Ten minutes. Sug. I can do it all night long." She snickered and winked as she continued to walk. Awaiting for the shambling corpses of the undead to strike the first move. Afterall, for them to start the attack would leave them open for a keen ambush and she didn't think she felt like reloading in case some shit happened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 06:06:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good.&nbsp; I could use some decent quality time."<br><br>The half-orc snickers.<br><br>"A whole lot of quality time sounds about right..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 06:09:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Ten minutes? Ametuer...`<br><br>Billy doesn't outright look to Trouble, but he's grinning. He advances slowly as well, watching the zombies, studying the way they move. He's always had an eye for people's weaknesses, but these aren't really people, are they?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iksander</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 09:21:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph's eyes pop wide open as he turns back to face the truck. "Well... dear me... that's not right at all...."&nbsp; He fights off the urge to go and panic, as well as the vague voice whispering in the back in the head telling him that he's going insane.&nbsp; Instead turning his attention to the portion of his brain that holds his vast stores of arcane lore.&nbsp; He chews softly on his lower lip, seeing if he can recall any text that details a good, reliable method for destroying such things as he is currently facing.<br><br>((Knowledge/Arcane Lore - :roll 1d20+12: [18]))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 11:30:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg43304#msg43304">Quote from: Jefepato on 26-08-2005, 01:10:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Oh, shit.</em>&nbsp; Ali interposes herself between the zombies and the onrushing mundanes.&nbsp; "Please, stay back!&nbsp; We need trained personnel to deal with this -- you could easily make things worse!"&nbsp; As she speaks, she's fumbling in her purse for her cell phone, trying to hit the speed-dial for Father Clearbrook's office.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The people look back at Ali with confusion, some of them ignoring her and continuing to help the zombies to their feet. A somewhat heavyset woman, after helping one zombie up, is nearly bitten on the hand...fortunately, the zombie is lacking teeth, and only gums uselessly at her fingers. The woman is clearly disgusted, but assumes that the man is in shock. She, and the other volunteers, continue tending to the "wounded", and are quite close to being set upon by the zombies they've already helped, when a gunshot rings out. The majority of the onlookers, and many of the volunteers, scatter immediately, not even looking back. A few duck down and try to see where the shot may have come from...in the distance, a woman dressed in black is visible brandishing a firearm, as is a shaggy looking indie-rock guy. Even those who look back, however, don't take enough time to mark any detail before bailing out of the area. Deprived of their meal, the zombies begin to take a pointed interest in Ali. <br><br>On the bright side, Father Clearbook answers his own phone. "Ah, Ali dear, how are you doing this fine summer day? Are you well?" he asks.<br><br><br>[I need initiatives at this point...Ali is within about 10 feet of the zombies, at best, as is Joseph. The rest of you are about a block away, standing in front of the laundromat.]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 12:42:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daisy's Initiative 18+2= <strong>20</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 15:28:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alethea's Initiative: <strong>4</strong><br><br>(You thought it was a bad idea to <strong>drive</strong> while on the phone?&nbsp; Try fighting off a horde of zombies!)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 15:35:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble (d20) 11 +1 (Dex) = Initiative <strong>12</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 16:01:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Initiative: 12 + 1 = <strong>13</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iksander</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 18:13:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Joseph Initiative- :roll 1d20: [5]))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 21:49:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zombie init: 14 - 1 = 13<br><br>Our order is:<br>Morene (21)<br>Daisy (20)<br>Billy (13)<br>Zombies (13)<br>Trouble (12)<br>Joseph (5)<br>Alethea (4)<br><br>edit: Morene has rolled init. We may begin
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 21:50:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&lt;roll 1d20&gt; -&gt; 20,&nbsp; = (20) + 1 = 21 Init.<br><br>[Sorry for my delay I'm rather busy today, especially it being friday. I also changed the :: to &lt;&gt; to keep the original roll in. Afterall, the dice roller here loves to randomly roll after refreshing. :/]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>26-08-2005, 23:25:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene simply saunters her way towards the group. A slight smirk playing across her face. She seemed a bit happy in getting to use her toys...or maybe not. She took her time, not in any real hurry before she laughed to herself, picking up the pace and started to run. <br><br>[Using my Full Turn to Run]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>27-08-2005, 00:58:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg43449#msg43449">Quote from: Vice on 26-08-2005, 11:30:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Deprived of their meal, the zombies begin to take a pointed interest in Ali. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Daisy starts at the sound of the pistol, followed by most of the crowd running away.&nbsp; She had been otherwise occupied, her attentions focuse elsewhere, though the stumbling zombies did a good job of masking her actions.&nbsp; Looking at the few who remained behind, her eyes focus on the tiefling healer, <strong><em>"hey, uh beautiful... healer... you may want to MOVE unless you want eaten..."</em></strong><br><br><em>My way would be more enjoyable by far...</em> she thinks, looking the tiefling over.&nbsp; If any of the zombies are near Daisy, she will move out of their way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>27-08-2005, 01:34:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Billy doesn't hesitate when the crowd starts to disperse. As soon as he has a clear line of sight, he levels the Glock in a two handed marksman's grip, aiming center mass on one of the nearer zombies. Full breath, half out, hold, and he eases back the trigger. Half the problem people have with their aim is that they jerk the trigger, and throw their shot off. After he fires, he keeps the pistol raised and starts to move forward, keeping his line of sight open.<br><br>Roll: 14 + 2 = 16
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>29-08-2005, 20:44:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Billy's glock flashes, sending a bullet directly into one of the zombies as it shambles towards Ali<br><br>:roll 2d8: (This originally came out as 11)<br><br>The zombie shudders as the bullet tears through it's torso, but shakily continues forward. Currently there are only three zombies close enough to attack Ali.<br><br>:roll 1d20+1: (11)<br><br>:roll 1d20+1: (5)<br><br>:roll 1d20+1: (3)<br><br>The three zombies flail at Alethea with unnatural strength, denting the already wrecked car with their innacurate blows. Meanwhile, more zombies begin the slow, difficult crawl out of the truck.<br><br>Emerging late from the laundromat, Isabelle hurries along as fast as her tiny legs will carry her.&nbsp; "DAMMIT!" she says, to no one in particular. "When the FUCK did we get a Necromancer around here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-08-2005, 20:53:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Huh.&nbsp; This could be interesting."<br><br>Trouble jogs toward the fight.<br><br>(OOC Using her turn to run thataway)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>29-08-2005, 20:57:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Btw, anyone with a ranged weapon could use their normal move to get within gun range of these things. You'd only need to full move if you want melee, or use of the Point Blank Shot feat. <br><br>Joseph, you seem to recall zombies in movies being dealt with using fire, though guns, bats, chainsaws, and anything else seem to be fairly effective. There might be a ritual to get rid of them, but you certainly don't remember it.<br><br>Ali, the priest is still on the phone with you, unless you hang up. "WHAT? Zombies, you say? Where are you, Alethea? I'll be there as soon as I can!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iksander</strong> on <strong>29-08-2005, 21:11:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fire... yes, that's right... fire always works...." He glances around quickly and chews softly on his lower lip before hurrying on over to the crashed sports car, hoping to not draw the attention of any of the shambling dead as he searches it for any bottle of alcohol that might still contain any liquid.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>29-08-2005, 21:14:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Eek!"&nbsp; Ali stumbles backwards, dodging zombies with surprising grace as she goes.&nbsp; "I'm...just outside of the laundromat, Father!"&nbsp; She reaches into her purse again, withdrawing her gun.<br><br>(Moving 30 feet back and drawing the pistol.&nbsp; While talking, of course.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>29-08-2005, 21:53:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				[Rules note: moving out of a threatened area without taking the full-round "withdraw" action (which doesn't let you do anything else but move 30 feet) provokes attacks of opportunity]<br>&nbsp;9, +1 = (10)<br>&nbsp;17, +1 = (18)<br>&nbsp;3, +1 = (4)<br><br>The zombies each swing wildly at Ali as she moves back. One fetid, preternaturally strong limb slams into her flank as she finally moves out of their reach.<br>&nbsp;5, +1 = (6)<br><br>Ali takes 6 points of damage from a "slam" attack.<br>Also, I need a search check from Joseph. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iksander</strong> on <strong>29-08-2005, 21:59:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Joseph: Search &lt;roll 1d20+4&gt; [22] ))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>29-08-2005, 23:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Reaching under the passenger seat, Joseph recovers a half-full bottle of Carribean rum, 150 proof.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>29-08-2005, 23:26:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daisy starts searching the street near her for something to throw [Search Roll 10+3=13].&nbsp; (If she can, she'll throw this round.) <em><strong>"Hey ugly!"</strong></em>&nbsp; [Throwing side mirror 6+4=10]&nbsp; Daisy grabs a side mirror from a truck, lying in the street, and throws it at one of the zombies moving towards Ali.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>31-08-2005, 00:19:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Retaining his line of sight, but moving clear of any straggling civillians. That's who they are after all, the unseen and the sighted are combatants in a war, and those who don't have the vision are but civillians. Collateral damage to some, wards to others. When a lady pulls her child past him, screaming in terror, Billy lines up a shot, having observed the movements of the zombie he first fired upon, and he fires again.<br><br>[Roll 15 + 4 (Exploit Weakness) = 19]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>31-08-2005, 22:01:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I still need an attack roll from Daisy, if she's throwing something.<br><br>Billy's bullet tears through the zombie, this time getting a perfect lead on it as it shambles along. A pretty nice headshot, the drops the zombie instantly. <br><br>&nbsp;-&gt; 8, 2,&nbsp; = (10)<br><br>The two remaining zombies continue to "chase" after Alethea, if you can really call it chasing...they just kind of...shamble, in a slow, ponderous gait. <br><br>By this point, another five zombies have emerged from the truck, and have noticed other prey. Two of them shamble around the accident, heading for Joseph and Daisy, while the other three wander down the street, heading for the laundromat, though it seems likely they'll run into Morene and Billy first. <br><br>Meanwhile, Isabelle has dialed someone on her cell phone and is making some sort of arrangements a she begins to leave the laundromat and head for her apartment building.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-09-2005, 00:12:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble will, with no particular regard for rhyme, reason, or tactics, snatches up a handy 2 x 4&nbsp; and smacks the nearest zombie in the face.<br><br>(Clatter...holy cow!&nbsp; Natural 20...followed by a 1.&nbsp; No crit.&nbsp; But +3 Melee Attack Bonus makes it a 23 which should hit for 1d6+2 points of damge...or 3+2 = 5 whole hit points off of a zombie)<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iksander</strong> on <strong>02-09-2005, 09:31:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph keeps moving in an attempt to remain outside of the reach of the claws and mouths of the walking dead.&nbsp; Meanwhile, he attempts to remove the cap of the bottle in his hand and stuff a piece of cloth down into it, to make some sort of makeshift molotov cocktail.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>02-09-2005, 20:54:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Joseph keeps his distance from the zombies, and manages to stuff a bit of the accident victim's torn shirt into the bottle. Trouble winds up and slams a fist into one of the zombies. Daisy is holding a large side mirror from the truck wreckage and is eyeing the zombies for a good shot. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>05-09-2005, 08:26:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1583.msg44536#msg44536">Quote from: Valkos on 29-08-2005, 23:26:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Daisy starts searching the street near her for something to throw [Search Roll 10+3=13].&nbsp; (If she can, she'll throw this round.) <em><strong>"Hey ugly!"</strong></em>&nbsp; [Throwing side mirror 6+4=10]&nbsp; Daisy grabs a side mirror from a truck, lying in the street, and throws it at one of the zombies moving towards Ali.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>05-09-2005, 10:15:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The mirror sails past the zombie harmlessly, shattering on the ground, not stopping the zombie's forward momentum at all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>05-09-2005, 19:55:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`Everone clear of the truck!`<br><br>Billy manouvers around the scene until he spots the truck's gas cap, and holds off until everyone's clear, then takes a bead and fires at the gas tank. Your average delivery truck, after all, doesn't have that nice protective armor around the gas tank. It's fiberglass and alluminum just like anything else. Fairly easy to blast through at close range, though he's bound to get singed. When he's sure everyone's clear enough, he fires.<br><br>(Holding the action until he can see everyone is clear: Spot = 17 (No mod), Shot&nbsp; 14&nbsp; + 1 + 1 = 16)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>08-09-2005, 03:17:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy will quite happily move out of the way, preferably back towards Trouble and Morene.&nbsp; If that is not an option, she just moves away from the zombies.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-09-2005, 03:41:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not in a mood to argue with a crazy human pointing his gun at the truck, Trouble takes several steps back...and finds something solid to hide behind, just in case Leonard manages to hit something explosive (dragging Daisy with her, if need be).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>08-09-2005, 03:55:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alethea continues backing away from the truck, gun in hand and still quite scared.<br><br>(OOC: I've read through the last five pages twice and still have no idea what initiative count we're on, so I apologize if I'm out of order.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>08-09-2005, 11:20:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Ahem*. Lets try to clear this up quickly...I'm going to do a bit of time compression, if everyone doesn't mind.<br><br>Billy fires on the truck's gas line, igniting it and the majority of the zombies, immolating them before they can pull themselves out of the morass of decaying humanity they were in. The stragglers are picked off by gunfire from the current group. In the aftermath of the explosion, ambulance and police sirens can be heard in the background. Elizabeth, the young woman who had been hitting on the drow earlier, approaches each of your individually and hands you a business card with her employer's&nbsp; (Isabelle Greenberg, the gnome) phone number and address. On the back is a hastily scrawled note asking you to meet her in her office/home (top floor of the apartment building) later on tonight.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>08-09-2005, 11:31:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Leaning against Trouble, Daisy looks at the card, then slips it under her bra.&nbsp; She gives Elizabeth a quick nod and a smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>08-09-2005, 14:34:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Resisting the temptation to feel Daisy up in front of the landlady, Trouble just nods and reads the card from over the small Asian's shoulder (or maybe she's enjoying the view?&nbsp; Hard to tell)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>08-09-2005, 19:17:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene simply holstered her gun and pulled out her cellphone. Smirking as she dialed a number. "Yes, Morene here. Send a crew down here at..." She smirked and gave directions to the laundry mat. "It's a real shit storm here and getting hot." Hanging up the cellphone as she put it away as well. Simply walking from the wreckage towards the laundry mat. Clearly bemused by the entire day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>08-09-2005, 19:42:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still quite shaken by the whole ordeal, Ali slips the card (and the gun) into her purse.<br><br>She's really not convinced that showing up tonight is a good idea, of course...but she may as well find out what her landlady wants.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 03:24:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy reaches up and lightly rubs the side of Trouble's face, before sliding her hand down and back, cupping her hand around the side/back of her neck.&nbsp; She doesn't seem bothered by the possibility of Trouble looking down her shirt as she looks up, <em><strong>"we should probably head inside before the heat gets here..."</strong></em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 03:28:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah.&nbsp; Inside.&nbsp; Inside is good.&nbsp; I gotta get my laundry and everything.&nbsp; Still up for a little <em>sake</em>?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 05:36:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/untitled.jpg)Daisy giggles, <em><strong>"yesss... among other things... so let's get our laundry and collect Morene.&nbsp; Hopefully she'll join us tonight as well..."</strong></em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 05:39:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, she did say something about having a cast-iron bed frame that needs stress-testing...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 05:51:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/untitled.jpg)The diminutive Daisy giggles again and starts leading Trouble back into the laundry mat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 05:56:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble follows, enjoying the view and fighting the temptation to simply throw the petite woman over her shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 06:18:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/untitled.jpg)Daisy opens the door, leading Trouble behind her.&nbsp; She walks over to Morene, batting her eyes, <em><strong>"ready?? We just need to collect our laundry, then we can go to my place for some sake..."</strong></em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 06:22:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Her bed, though, doesn't have a sturdy steel frame like yours, so we might..."<br><br>Trouble stops suddenly, looking around at the others as if she's only just now remembered that bystanders can hear every word.<br><br>"I mean...uhm...never mind."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 07:34:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirked as she glanced towards Trouble and towards Daisy. "Heh. Alright then." She smirked as she looked towards Trouble. "It isn't steel. It's wrought iron." She then winked at the cute Half-Orc before gathering her things back in her pack and walked towards the two of them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 07:39:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking around nervously, as though she expects another truckload of zombies to show up at any minute, Alethea heads over to check on the man who was dying a minute ago.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 08:03:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy grabs her basket and clothes and moves over to Morene, waiting for Trouble.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 08:39:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene would reach towards Daisy's backside, giving the nice rump a soft squeeze before leaning over whispering into her right ear.<br><br>"<em>Mmmm, a nice, taught rump. As well, hmm.. nice perky tits. Did the events today excite you, eh?</em>"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 12:46:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/untitled.jpg)Daisy whispers back, <em>"when we get to my place, you can bury your face between my legs and find out..."</em><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 14:44:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey, no fair starting without me!"<br><br>Trouble has recovered her laundry.<br><br>"Unless I get to watch.&nbsp; So, we gonna hang around here all day or what?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 16:18:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy, quite happily, leads the two women out of the doors and starts heading to the apartment building, her small perky bottom rocking back and forth slightly as she walks
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 16:21:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So gonna hafta let her watch..." Trouble murmurs to herself, watching Daisy bounce along.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 19:38:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene smirked as she continued to follow after Daisy. Glancing towards Trouble with a lofted brow. "What was that, Trouble?" She continued her pace foward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 19:39:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Her.&nbsp; Watch.&nbsp; Us.&nbsp; Do I gotta draw you a picture?"<br><br>Trouble gives Morene a leering grin.<br><br>"'Cause I got a feeling you an' me can take a bit more rough-housing than Daisy can."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 19:46:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirked as they walked outside. "Well, the question is if you can." She ran her "fingernails" upon the wall as they dug in to them like tissue paper. Damn, those things were sharp. "I have to be careful with these things." She winked and chuckled. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 19:51:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Errr...yeah.&nbsp; Please."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 19:54:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckled. "Mmmhm. Yes, but it makes it rather easy to get rid of clothes." She giggled and then smirked. 'Heh heh heh. Yeah, I know. But I know you'd like to mmmhm, be spanked or something?" She shrugged. "I don't know about Daisy. Her clothes look a little pricy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 20:00:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Give.&nbsp; Receive.&nbsp; A little rough-and-tumble, once in a while, is fun.&nbsp; Besides, I'm...uhm...no offense to Daisy, but I'm a bit tougher than she is.&nbsp; So I can take more before I really feel it.&nbsp; And sometimes I sort of forget my own strength and put more of the smack down than I want.&nbsp; But I'm not into actually causing serious pain or anything like that.&nbsp; I only really enjoy hurting people I don't like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 20:20:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see, heh. " She smirked at that as she took in a mental note before shrugging. Her hands going into her pockets as she continued the walk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 20:24:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"On the other hand, tugging on your rings seems like something you might like...and I do kinda like the squealing that results..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 20:30:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Heh." It's all she said as her eyes looked towards the ground as they walked. Despite it wasn't possible to see where she was going anyway due to the mirrorshades she was wearing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 21:06:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy listened to Trouble and Morene, and quickly realized she was probably out of her league.&nbsp; Her wild times with sex would be quite tame by their standards.&nbsp; She would just have to fit herself in where she could...<br><br><strong><em>"I may not be tough... but I am extremely flexible..."</em></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 21:08:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble suddenly licks her chops...quite unconsciously, of course.<br><br>"Oh, goody!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 21:26:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckled at that. "Brute strength and flexibiility is nothing compaired t someone with pure passion." She smirked as she continued to walk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 21:49:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This is a large, high-ceiling, almost loft-sized apartment, the kind you just can't find in the City these days...they stopped building them that way around the 1960s. It has been recently re-modelled, however, and the decor is done in light pastels in a minimalist style. The floors are all hard wood, with large white rugs in the dining and living rooms. As you walk inside, you enter a wide hallway with several hooks for coats, an umbrella stand, and an antique crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, looking quite out of place among the more modern furnishings. Straight ahead is the dining room, where a long table is covered with appetizers, most of them vegetarian. To the right of this room is the kitchen, separated from the dining room by an arch. Another arch from the dining room leads to the expansive living room, which features a ridiculously large television, a black leather couch, and several modern art pieces decorating the walls. From here there is a hallway which leads to the bedrooms, but there appears to be some type of magical ward that prevents you from passing into it.<br><br>Elizabeth greets you at the door and after a brief tour revealing what was described above, she asks you to be seated in the dining room, where she also sits down. Isabelle enters a few minutes later, taking a seat at the head of the table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>09-09-2005, 21:57:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alethea walks in, looking only slightly less nervous than she did when zombies were trying to chew on her.&nbsp; After glancing around the place, she takes her seat at the table, looking up at Isabelle expectantly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>11-09-2005, 12:14:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle smiles pleasantly, pouring herself a glass of white zinfandel. "Do you drink, dear? I don't think we've had much of a chance to talk...I don't really spend a lot of time with my neighbors. Not that I have anything against you, I'm just a bit busy...too busy, judging by today's events." she says, looking at you closely. Her face begins to look concerned.<br><br>"You look a little shaken up, dear. Is there anything I can do to help? If you have any questions about what happened today, I can try to answer them. Or is it something else? I don't want to offend you, but I know that it can be a bit difficult for people of your...background to find their spot in a community."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>11-09-2005, 18:28:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A little," she answers.&nbsp; Ali isn't actually of age to drink, of course, but when has that ever stopped anybody?<br><br>She sighs, rubbing her temples as she slumps.&nbsp; "Sorry...I just never expected to run into a bunch of zombies while I was doing my laundry."&nbsp; A frown crosses her face.&nbsp; "Or, you know, anytime.&nbsp; But especially then.&nbsp; That's really all that's wrong, though."&nbsp; She sits back, trying to look at Isabelle without looking down at her.&nbsp; "Occasionally someone notices...you know," she rubs one of her horns, "I get some weird looks.&nbsp; But people hardly ever actually give me trouble."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>12-09-2005, 03:00:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle nods sympathetically. "Well, that's good to hear. The people in this area are hardly in a position to judge by appearance." she says, pouring you a glass half full of wine. "You needn't worry yourself about those zombies...they died some time ago, I'm sure, and those people have been free of their suffering for some time. What you saw today was just a...a shell, stolen and used by someone with more power than common sense. I've alerted the proper authorities, and I'm sure they will take care of it." she says, settling down with another sip of wine.<br><br>"In any case, I just wanted to invite you over to reward you for getting involved. It's thanks to you and those other kind people that we were able to get the situation more or less under control before the police arrived. Well, except for the burning truck, of course."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>12-09-2005, 03:01:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC: I will leave it to the resident to describe her own decor. :)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>12-09-2005, 19:38:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali takes a sip of the wine.&nbsp; "I was lucky so many people crazy enough to attack a bunch of zombies were there," she murmurs.&nbsp; "Don't know where I'd be now..."&nbsp; She rubs her bruised side as she glances back at the door, vaguely wondering when somebody else is going to show up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>13-09-2005, 03:26:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The apartment consists of 3 main rooms: livingroom, bedroom, and bathroom<br><br><strong>The livingroom</strong> is 'L' shaped, the kitchen taking up most of the short leg of the 'L'.&nbsp; The center piece of the livingroom is a glass top table, about 16 inches high, with bamboo legs.&nbsp; The table rests atop a very large oriental rug depicting a geisha.&nbsp; Scattered around the floor by the table are large, soft pillows.&nbsp; The pillows are solid in color, all of varied, bright colors.&nbsp; There is no other furniture in the room.&nbsp; By the many windows sit various mundane plants.&nbsp; Each window is covered by sheer yellow drapes, with a heavy pair drawn back to let the sunlight in.&nbsp; There are three doors off of the livingroom: a coat closet, bathroom door, and the bedroom door.<br><br><strong>The bedroom</strong> is also sparsely furninshed.&nbsp; As you enter the room from the livingroom, the wall you face is dominated by a double set of closets.&nbsp; To the left of the door is the second door to the bathroom, while to the right is a queen sized bed.&nbsp; The bed sits low to the ground (like a futon), about 4-6 inches, and topped with an eight inch cushion.&nbsp; The matress cover is covered in bright, yellow daisies, as is the bed sheet.&nbsp; There is one long pillow, also covered in daisies and the bedspread is bright yellow.<br><br><strong>The bathroom</strong> is fairly spacious, dominated by a large, cast iron, claw foot tub.&nbsp; The outside of the tub has obviously been painted many times, but seems to be in good repair.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>13-09-2005, 12:07:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle chuckles lightly. "Not many people in your situation would call themselves lucky...it's good that you keep such a positive outlook on things. Whoever raised you has done an excellent job." she says, then looks towards the door. "I wouldn't expect any more arrivals. I'm actually a bit surprised that you accepted the invitation...few people have time to spare for a gnome's dinner party. But then, I suppose there is something to be said for a quiet dinner for two." she says with a warm grin, her face reddening slightly from the alcohol.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>13-09-2005, 20:42:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm a college student," Ali reminds the gnome.&nbsp; "I think I'd be breaking half the unwritten rules if I turned down food."&nbsp; Something in Isabelle's tone strikes her as odd, but she shrugs it off, unworried.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>13-09-2005, 23:02:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle looks a bit puzzled, but laughs it off. "Ah, I see...I've never sampled the higher education facilities in this place. I'd feel terribly out of place, I think. I'm guessing you were brought over at a young age...you seem very comfortable here." she says. Noticing that her glass is empty, she reaches out for the bottle and refills it. "Would you like some more wine?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>14-09-2005, 01:43:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy leads the two to her door <strong>3C</strong>, pausing at the door and turning to face them.&nbsp; &nbsp;She smiles, oh so innocently, lifting her wash basket a little higher, <strong><em>"well... here we are!&nbsp; My key's in my pocket, and my hands are full... could one of you get it???"</em></strong>&nbsp; She does her best to keep a straight, and innocent expression on her face...<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>14-09-2005, 01:52:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was barely an infant, actually."&nbsp; She waves off the offer of wine, since her glass is still more than half full.&nbsp; "The Church of Pelor found me, and took me in.&nbsp; It's...kind of hard to get a tiefling adopted, it seems."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-09-2005, 02:03:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble shifts her own laundry basket so that it balances on one hip and 'accidentally' gropes Daisy for a moment while trying to get her Size 12 mitt into Daisy's Size 3 pocket...<br><br>"Sure!&nbsp; Uhm...oooo...tight fit, baby..."<br><br>Eventually she'll get the keys out, but if Daisy is at all ticklish, it could be a bit embarrassing for her&nbsp; ;)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>14-09-2005, 02:31:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy isn't overly ticklish, but she does squirm and shudder slightly as Trouble 'searches' for the key.&nbsp; She looks into Morene's eyes while this is going on, and once Trouble gets the key, she lets some of her desire show in her expression, <strong><em>"since trouble usually follows me were ever I go.. how 'bout I follow Trouble this time..."</em></strong>&nbsp; She follows Trouble into the apratment, looking over her shoulder at Morene, wiggling her tight little butt...<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Prologue: Laundry Day</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>14-09-2005, 05:35:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene's eyes were obscured by her mirrorshades yet her facial features did show she was focused on Daisy. A smirk played across her lips as she followed in after Daisy and Trouble, not saying anything at all as she followed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-09-2005, 05:42:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You follow me, huh?&nbsp; I guess so."<br><br>Managing to get the door open, Trouble finds a handy spot to set her laundry basket down so that she can take a better look at Daisy's apartment.<br><br>"Nice.&nbsp; Very balanced.&nbsp; So, uhm...no couch?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>14-09-2005, 06:05:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy sets her laundry basket down just inside the door to the right.&nbsp; She giggles slightly at Trouble's apparent disappointment at not having a couch, <strong><em>"nope, just lots of cushions..."</em></strong>&nbsp; Once Morene has entered, Daisy shuts and locks the door, then reaches for Morene's hand.&nbsp; (assuming she takes it) She leads Morene towards Trouble, <strong><em>"care forthe 50 cent tour??"</em></strong>&nbsp; She will then show them the bedroom and then through the livingroom to the kitchen.&nbsp; She leads them to some barstools set under a bar counter by the sink, while she goes around to the other side.&nbsp; Bending at the waist, giving them both a good view, she opens a bottom cupboard door and retrieves an unopened bottle of sake, and three ceramic shot glass sized cups.&nbsp; <br><br>Walksing back around the 'bar', she lets her small bottom sway back and forth.&nbsp; Setting the bottle down to one side, the cups on the other, she plants her hands on the bar and jumps up, placijng herself between Morene and Trouble...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-09-2005, 14:46:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble clearly enjoys the ritual of the 'fifty cent tour', gawking like a tourist-without-camera.&nbsp; And the <em>sake</em> is welcome, too.<br><br>"So...what'll we drink to?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>14-09-2005, 20:57:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene smirked as she did follow and come into the bar. Waving her right hand. "I'll pass on the rice wine for now." She frowned slightly as she took off her leather trench coat and gloves. Revealing her strong arms underneath with tattoos in the sleeveless black shirt. A shoulder strap holster and a her waist strap holster now were in view. Tugging out her cellphone as she turned it on vibrate. "Hrm..." She glanced about the area with curiousity and a bit of cautiousness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>14-09-2005, 21:16:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle breaks into giggles, setting down her wine glass before she spills something. "Haha....I can just picture you there, with tiny little horns..." she chuckles. "Ah, I'm sorry...I'm not making fun of you, it's just...this whole thing seems terribly funny to me at the moment. I mean, the place I came from was crowded enough with humans, now I find myself here, where that's practically all there is! And here you are, a Tiefling for crying out loud, raised like a cleric in the Church of Pelor! It's...what's that word again? Ironic? Wait, no...." she says, moments before giving in to another fit of giggles. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>14-09-2005, 21:35:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Actually...yeah, that would be irony."&nbsp; Ali smiles, sitting back.&nbsp; "I have no idea who my parents were, but odds are I was better off with the Church."&nbsp; She gives the gnome a quizzical look.&nbsp; "How long have you been here, anyway?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>14-09-2005, 22:18:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble raises one eyebrow, but after a moment decides that Morene must have just declared herself the designated driver or something.&nbsp; She grins down at Daisy.<br><br>"Oh-kay...so, what'll <em>we</em> drink to?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>14-09-2005, 23:19:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene feels her phone vibrate and she looks down. Reading something apparently on it with a smirk. "Heh, alright. Another reason why I can't drink. Work in the morning." She smirked once again and put the phone up in her pocket.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>15-09-2005, 01:19:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1783.msg48552#msg48552">Quote from: MadPanda on 14-09-2005, 14:46:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">So...what'll we drink to?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div>(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy puts on a pouting face when Morene says she doesn't want any of the sake, then pours two cups with the clear, firey liquid, <strong><em>"to good times..."</em></strong>&nbsp; Tilting her head back, she lets the rice wine slide down her throat, smiling as she feels the warmth spread outward.&nbsp; Giggling, she glances at Troiuble and Morene, licking what little sake remains.&nbsp; Her eyes falling upon Morene's arms, she shifts a little to the side, and then leans down to look more closely at the tattoos.&nbsp; Setting the cup down, she reaches out to trace a finger lightly along a tatoo.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>15-09-2005, 03:04:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene lofted a brow as she used her "free arm" to grasp her mirrorshades and take them off. Folding them together. "So, I take it you're desensitized to legions of the undead, eh?" She chuckled at that and placed her glasses in her trench's hidden pocket. "They didn't hurt as much as other things." She smirked and motioned to her crotch. Now what could that mean. "That is what hurt the most."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-09-2005, 03:42:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, you mean those walking dead guys?&nbsp; I dunno about 'desensitized' but no, they don't bother me much.&nbsp; Just one of those things."<br><br>Being a straightforward kind of girl, Trouble waits until Daisy is distracted, then reaches over and cups the pretty and petite Asian's ass with her hand while enjoying a view of Morene's tattoos.<br><br>"What hurt?&nbsp; Didja get something pierced?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>15-09-2005, 03:45:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy looks up and leans back as Trouble cups her petite bottom, winking at Trouble.&nbsp; Nibbling at her lower lip, she spreads her legs and slides down onto Morene's lap.&nbsp; One hand she rests at Morene's hip, while the other reaches up to trace along her jaw, <strong><em>"since moving here I have seen many strange things.&nbsp; Today was the first time I ever saw real undead... though they looked amazingly like the ones in the movies..."</em></strong>&nbsp; She shudders at the thought of the dead bodies walking around, <strong><em>"...I'd rather not think of them right now... I'd rather think of something much more enjoyable..."</em></strong>&nbsp; Leaning forward, she brushes her lips against Morene's chin, while the other hand slips down to press lightly against her crotch.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-09-2005, 03:47:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"She's got a point, you know."<br><br>Trouble squeezes Daisy gently.&nbsp; Her tongue peeks out from between her lips, sweeps slowly from side to side.<br><br>"Hmm...nice!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>15-09-2005, 19:45:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"So I take it you're not bothered <em>in the bad sense</em> by our slightly taller off-grey friend Trouble and the snake-eyed me." She smirked and chuckled. "If you're not bothered. I have a business proposistion for you then, Daisy." She smiled. "Mmmhm, I take it you want some reptile pussy, eh?" She chuckled. "Heh, yes. I got pierced. I have a clit ring, nipple rings and a few other rings hidden underneath my black clothes."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-09-2005, 19:53:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble chuckles.<br><br>"Like to have those tugged?"<br><br>She licks her lips slowly and sensuously.<br><br>"I bet you'd make the cutest noises if we did that..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>15-09-2005, 19:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smirks. "You want to play with them. Like a little pixie seeing something shiny. Just can't keep your hands off of them, eh?" Smiling right after as she leaned down, running her lips against Daisy's as she kissed her. Smiling. "I take it the lil' asian girl wants a Shadow-Sandwhich." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-09-2005, 20:04:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Naw.&nbsp; I just like the sweet little noises that result.&nbsp; Call me mildly sadistic."<br><br>Trouble giggles.<br><br>"But only with people who want me to be that way.&nbsp; Too easy to overdo it..."<br><br>Bending down, she kisses the back of Daisy's neck and gives the girl another squeeze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>15-09-2005, 23:05:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle's head sways to the left, then the right, before she straigtens again. She reaches for her wine glass, then thinks better of it. "I've been here for...four years? Haha! 'for for'!" she says, bursting into raucous laughter. When she's calmed down a little, she asks, "So Alethea, do you know anything about your heritage, really? I mean one part of it is obvious, but what about the rest? You think you might have a little 'gnome' in you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 01:01:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali forces a smile, rapidly becoming disturbed by Isabelle's antics.&nbsp; "I don't think that's possible, actually," she responds.&nbsp; "I assume I'm otherwise human, but there's not really anyone I can ask."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 01:02:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1783.msg48925#msg48925">Quote from: zulokitty on 15-09-2005, 19:45:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So I take it you're not bothered <em>in the bad sense</em> by our slightly taller off-grey friend Trouble and the snake-eyed me." She smirked and chuckled. "If you're not bothered. I have a business proposistion for you then, Daisy." She smiled. "Mmmhm, I take it you want some reptile pussy, eh?" She chuckled. "Heh, yes. I got pierced. I have a clit ring, nipple rings and a few other rings hidden underneath my black clothes."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Daisy begins rubbing Morene's crotch, squealing softly as Morene tells of her piercings.&nbsp; She flicks her tongue against Morene's chin and whispers, <em>"yes I do... I want to taste it and feel it... all over me..."</em>&nbsp; Her finger traces along Morene's jaw, down her neck, a feather's caress across and around one luscious breast.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1783.msg48931#msg48931">Quote from: zulokitty on 15-09-2005, 19:58:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She smirks. "You want to play with them. Like a little pixie seeing something shiny. Just can't keep your hands off of them, eh?" Smiling right after as she leaned down, running her lips against Daisy's as she kissed her. Smiling. "I take it the lil' asian girl wants a Shadow-Sandwhich." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Daisy gasps, a soft moan escaping her lips.&nbsp; Her only response to Morene's question is a quick nodding of her head.&nbsp; She shudders, her mouth shaped like an "O" as she feels Trouble's kiss on the back of her neck, and the playful squeeze of her bottom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 01:18:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Maybe I should give that clit-ring a tug while Daisy licks you?"<br><br>Trouble smirks, slipping her other hand around the little Asian's slender waist and across her tummy, threatening to tease her mound.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 04:20:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene pulled away and simply chuckled. "My oh my, you two are <em>easy</em> but the thing is. Is that really a good or a bad thing?" She shrugged as she glanced about the place with a sly grin playing across her lips. Moving over towards the nearest countertop and simply scooted upon it, watching the other two.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 04:28:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble eases back a little and grins at Morene.<br><br>"That'd depend.&nbsp; How badly you wanna get off?"<br><br>Her hand gently cups Daisy's mound.<br><br>"Or do you prefer to watch first?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 04:37:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy puts on her best pouting face as she looks at Morene.&nbsp; It lasts all of 5 seconds as Trouble cups her mound.&nbsp; Rocking her hips slowly against Trouble's hands, she lets her eyes wander over Morene's body, while she begins stripping.&nbsp; Pulling her shirt over her head, she giggles and twirls it around her finger like a lasso, letting it fly towards Morene.&nbsp; Biting at her lower lip, she slides her index fingers along the top of her bra, her eyes focused on Morene's,<em>"help a girl out??..."</em>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 04:45:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble giggles, keeping one hand pressed against Daisy's mound and fondling the girl's cute little ass with the other.<br><br>"Good things, small packages..."<br><br>Leaning down, she nibbles on Daisy's ear.<br><br>"I think she wants to watch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 05:04:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy pouts again, and then makes a great display of removing her small bra.&nbsp; Next comes her denim skirt, held together by a small buckle.&nbsp; Opening the buckle, she leaves the rest to Trouble, and her hands wander up to tease her nipples.&nbsp; She continues to look into Morene's eyes...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 05:14:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a quiet laugh, Trouble sinks to her knees.&nbsp; Hooking her thumbs through the waistband of Daisy's panties, she eases them down the girl's legs, planting soft kisses on that delectable rear end.&nbsp; Then she runs one hand up Daisy's inner thigh and brushes a knuckle along the girl's slit, still kissing her firm ass tenderly.&nbsp; Orcish fingers tease the sides of Daisy's mound, then her clit.&nbsp; Gentle kisses turn to light nibbles...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 05:26:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy gasps softly as Trouble eases off her daisy covered panties.&nbsp; She shudders, a soft whimper coming from her throat, as Trouble teases the folds of her sex.&nbsp; She gasps again, quickly and softly, as Trouble's fingers begin teaing her clit, and she feels the playful bites on her bottom.&nbsp; She rolls her small, perky nipples between her fingers, plucking at them...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 05:40:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nimble fingers pry her delicate folds open, one pressing almost directly on her clit.&nbsp; Another gentle yet firm bite on her ass is followed by strong fingers kneading her cheeks.<br><br>"Pretty girl wants more, doesn't she?"<br><br>Another bite, firmer this time, to the other cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 05:48:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy gasps, her eyes opening wider as Trouble's nimble fingers spread her lips, moaning as she strums her clit.&nbsp; She rocks her hips back against Trouble's mouth..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 05:50:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene shifts slightly in her stance on the countertop, reaching behind her as she fished out her pack of smokes and her silver zippo with a weird pentagram on the cover of it. It didn't look satanic. More of ritualistic. Smirking as she fished out a smoke and muttered something in Draconic before laughing to herself. Popping the filterless cigarette into her mouth as she light up. Taking a toke off of it before exhailing it through her nose, not really seeming to pay attention to the two...nor did she really ask if she could smoke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 05:52:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With one finger teasing Daisy's clit, and a second threatening penetration, Trouble kisses her way up Daisy's back, nibbling occasionally, until she reaches the pretty girl's neck. &nbsp;The hand that was fondling Daisy's ass now traces around her waist and pulls the diminutive woman back against her larger lover. &nbsp;Then, easing her finger inside Daisy's hot and wet tightness, the half-orc starts giving her new friend a hickey...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 06:00:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy moans softly as Trouble slides the finger inside her tight opening.&nbsp; Her one hand drops to stroke the hand bertween her legs.&nbsp; The other reaches up to caress the side of Trouble's face...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 06:05:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You like, huh?"<br><br>Another gentle nibble, then the hand on her belly rises to cup one of Daisy's perky breasts.&nbsp; Trouble takes one of the girl's nipples very gently between thumb and forefinger and squeezes.<br><br>"Like that, too?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 06:20:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)<em>"Yes..."</em>Daisy moans.&nbsp; She presses back against Trouble as the half-orc cups and teases her breast.&nbsp; She breathes in deeply, the aroma of her sex washing over her.&nbsp; She rocks her hips against Trouble's hand, riding the finger into her first of hopefully many orgasms.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 06:21:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Morene reached into her pocket, fishing out the weird cellphone. Pressing a number on speed-dial and started a conversation in that same strange tongue. After a few words were exchanged she smirked before waiting for a response. Her right hand reaching behind her as she unholstered that weird looking .357 as she rested it in her lap. <br>&nbsp;Hand loosly holding the grip of the gun as she had her conversation. Morene chuckled and continued to speak in that tongue. Followed by a deep sigh. She then retorts with a bit of a questioned look upon her face as she continues to speak in that language. A chuckle escaping her lips as her face retains a moment of humor. She then muttered a few words and laughed out. She then muttered a few more words and smirked and hung up her phone. Putting it away as she looked towards the two.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 10:48:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Just as Alethea begins to answer, Isabelle blurts out "WOULD YOU LIKE ONE?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA", clearly amused at her own joke. After a moment, she looks over at Alethea and realizes that she didn't 'get it'. "Heh heh...you see, I asked if you had a little gnome in you...then I was like, 'would you like one?', you know, like would you like a little gnome in your....oh dear, that's terribly inappropriate. I'm sorry. It's just that I so rarely get to converse with people like an adult...this whole "incognito" thing is starting to drive me up the wall. I haven't even had any...y'know, intimacy since I came over here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 12:02:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy watches Morene go through her routine, seemingly disinterested in the scene before her.&nbsp; While this did not kill her arousal, it certainly wounded it.&nbsp; Turning her face away from Morene, she lets out a pent up breath, her eyes cast on the floor.&nbsp; To Trouble, eagerly sucking at her neck, she becomes less responsive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 14:52:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Awww...somethin' wrong?"<br><br>Trouble nibbles one earlobe.<br><br>"Oh, I get it.&nbsp; Should we do this in private, maybe?&nbsp; Let her stay out here...all by herself..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 17:50:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She halfway saw that one coming, of course, but chuckles politely.&nbsp; "I guess I have the opposite problem...it's really easier for me to deal with mundanes than Shadowkind, most times."&nbsp; Ali blinks, taken aback at the gnome's comment about intimacy.&nbsp; "I'm, uh, sorry to hear that.&nbsp; But you're not the only gnome in the world...I'm sure you'll find someone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 18:26:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene opened her cylinder of her revolver, holding it up and glancing at it at the weird assortment of bullets within. "Hrm, no damage." She smirks and clicks it shut. "But, as I said. I do have a job for you Chang Zi." She spoke Daisy's real name with a smirk. "As for you Trouble, if you're interested. As well, Zi. Don't attempt to jack any of my stuff...same goes for you too Trouble. Or I will viscerate you." She chuckled. "As for sex, I'd rather take it a little slower. You two kind of skipped all the foreplay and went on. As I thought I'd be more of a center of an attention as you said. You'd like to tug something." She smirks. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 18:33:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Jeez..."<br><br>Trouble turns her full attention back to Daisy, doing her best to make the smaller woman squeal and squirm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 18:39:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"But as things are going, I'm killing the mood." She smirks as she watches the two this time. Sitting there toking on her cigarette. Her gun resting in her lap as she rested against the countertop. Idly popping her knuckles as her eyes slightly narrow. Watching Zi more intensely then ever before. As if attempting to discern something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 20:47:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A knock comes on the door to ISabelle's penthouse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>16-09-2005, 22:18:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle sighs. "Yeah, that's just what I need...someone to invade my labspace, interfere with my experiments...besides, I've always had a bit of a taste for the exotic. I like long legs, and..." she pauses when she hears a knock at the door. Reaching into her pocket, she retrieves a remote and presses a button. The door clicks. "It's open." she calls out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>17-09-2005, 02:34:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Katrina opens the door and politely closes it behind her as she glances around the entry way.&nbsp; She quickly glances around seeking out Isabelle within the home, and stoping when she sees the guests. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to intrude i can come back later if you want Isabelle"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>17-09-2005, 10:08:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Her state of arousal diminished, Daisy looks at Morene, trying to recall if she had given the exotic woman her real name or not...&nbsp; Either way, her attitude seemed to suggest that she knew more about Daisy than she had a right to.&nbsp; <em>"well... since sex seems to be dead for the moment...what kind of job??"</em>&nbsp; As Trouble tries to rekindle things, Daisy pats her hands and moves off the stool.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-09-2005, 17:44:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dammit!"<br><br>Trouble shoots Morene a glare.<br><br>"Thanks a lot, you bitch.&nbsp; Gimme a call later, Daisy!"<br><br>And the half-orc retrieves her laundry and leaves, grumbling curses all the while.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>17-09-2005, 18:50:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Geesh. It's simply sex. It can happen later too, you know. And, calling me a bitch. Heh. Watch your tongue dear." She smirks as she looks towards Daisy. "Well, for what I had in mind did in fact have Trouble involved in it." She smirks. "Yet, she seems so eager to get what she wants and when she can't get it -at the moment she wants it- she storms on off. Come on now, Trouble. Don't do your man a favor and strengthen the stereotype."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>17-09-2005, 22:59:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy opens her mouth, not expectiong the outburst from Trouble, though understandig why, as the door shuts.&nbsp; She looks at Morene, as she walks to the bathrrom door, <em>"well that went well..."</em>&nbsp; She pulls her robe from the door and puts it on.&nbsp; The silk like robe hangs just below her perky bottom.&nbsp; Stepping lightly over to Morene, she leans against the counter beside her.&nbsp; Proping her head up with one hand, she looks up at Morene, <em>"WE should have found a better way to work that out... Trouble hasn't had any in quite awhile, so she was feeling very.. randy.. "</em>&nbsp; She sighs, before continuing,<em>"so what's this 'job' and what makes you think I would 'jack' any of your stuff?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>17-09-2005, 23:11:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hrm. Only if I could use that anger..." She blinked and smiled at Daisy. "Nor have I for years. But, I'm not complaining. But as things go. I could use someone who has the knack for just "happening" upon things. I know more about you Zi then most would say. I want to tell you. I work for a special organization." She falls silent for a few moments. "And, well, I -want- you to become a part of it. We're lacking anyone with some ...hrm, skills as you'd have." She smirks. "The Organization is Department-7. I don't know if you've heard of it or not...but we're basically like arcane investigators and occult police. We keep the bad things, like those zombies that attacked under hand and away from the media."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>17-09-2005, 23:27:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy knew a little about Dept. 7, or at least she thought she did, <em>"do you have a badge or somethin'?..."</em>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>17-09-2005, 23:46:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not really, we're covert, not overt. But. I have strange items and such. For instance. My pistols. They're magical." She smirks as she held up the .357. It surely did have a lot of weird looking runic symbols all over it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 00:19:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Deciding she's tired of playing games, she turns and hops deftly up onto the counter beside Morene.&nbsp; Sitting there, her legs swinging lightly, she drops the rest of the facade, <em>"shit... so why do you need my skills?&nbsp; what does the job pay? and how will this affect my record? I haven't killed anyone, nor have I ever hurt someone who couldn't afford it..."</em>&nbsp; She grabs the bottle of sake and a glass, pours herself a shot, downs it, then refills.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 00:31:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, first. You need to show them why you're suited for the job in the first place. It pays well, not out the ass. But definately more then what you get for stealing things." She smirks. "It won't affect your record in the least on the negative ways unless of course you attempt to steal from the Department or fellow members." She chuckled. "But, just might need you as someone to get in places I can't... I'm not really one to do subtle negotiations and distractions much." She smirks. "Sure, I have the body for it...but." She smirks. "So, show a little skin and steal things for us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 01:13:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy sits there a moment, mulling over Morene's words.&nbsp; She knew the job would be difficult and risky, otherwise they wouldn't have sought out a 'professional', but a paying job was a paying job and should decrease the risk of jail time.&nbsp; She turns, putting one leg up on the counter, knee up.&nbsp; Folding her arm at the knee, she smirks, <em>"so when do we start?"</em>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 08:05:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali blinks at the gnome's comments, realization starting to come down like a ton of bricks.&nbsp; She turns to look at the newcomer, her eyes bulge, and whatever she was about to say is cut off in a choked gasp, as she feels her stomach turn.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 08:06:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Tomorrow at Eleven. Sharp." She chuckled and smirked glancing over to the cute Asian. "So, is that fine with you?" She smiled and holster her revolver as she yawned out. Stretching faintly. "Dammit. Now I'm bored."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 12:42:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy smirks, <em>"bored???&nbsp; We could always go to Trouble's place and beg for forgiveness... for spoiling her fun..."</em>&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 19:37:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't beg to anyone, honestly. Even if it means certain death. But, I am not against appologizing." She smiled faint. "Yes, I ruined the fun, so what. Honestly. Despite such, she took it a little too headstrong. Even me taunting her didn't seem to phase her one bit." She scratched her chin lightly. "Hrm." She fell silent for a few moments. "It is a start though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 20:21:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy smiles, <em>"then let me grab a quick shower and change.&nbsp; You can tell me more of the job and where I meet you tomorrow.&nbsp; Afterwards, we can go to Trouble's play and appologize, together..."</em>&nbsp; As she talks, she walks around the counter and into the kitchen, retrieving an ashtray.&nbsp; <em>"there are folding chairs behind the curtains... not the most comfortable, but it's a chair.&nbsp; Sit by the bath door while I shower and tell me more about the job and who I'll be working with.&nbsp; I shouldn't have any problem hearing you, so you don't have to talk overly loud...k?"</em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 20:27:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She got off of the countertop and smirked. "It doesn't work like that hon. You're going to have to stay with me all night." She scratched her chin. "Because meeting is unreliable if we're not in close proximity with this." She shrugged as she leaned against the wall. "As for who we're meeting and what the job pertains, I cannot say. I have no idea at all as it is." She hrms for a few moments. "BUT, I do know the vague asignment. We're to investigate the undead and why they're here. We speculate this is a magical response. In other words... A necromancer is present somewhere and we have to find him or her."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 20:40:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy sets the ashtray on the counter and starts picking up her dirty clothes, <em>"then tell me what you know about necromancers while I shower..."</em>&nbsp; (Her eyes are clear and bright, showing no sign of arrousal or attempted deception.)&nbsp; She starts towards the bathroom...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 20:44:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"They're like goth people, but who actually can command the dead. The beginners tend to stick with commanding skeletons and such. But for one to command the corpses of others isn't that impressive. JUST, as with all Necromancers. They have abilities which allow them to sap the life and breathe right out of you. BUT, as for things like this." She rubbed her chin. "I don't know, I'd say be on your guard and avoid physical contact and always know you'll be outnumbered."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 21:09:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy quickly showers, listening to Morene speak as she does so.&nbsp; Stepping out of the tub, she grabs a towel and starts padding it over her lithe form, before using it to dry her hair, finally wrapping it around the top of her head.&nbsp; With nothing but the towel around her damp hair, she walks over to the laundry basket, <em>"how do they become necromancers?&nbsp; Are they like priests of evil gods, or some sort of mage?"</em>&nbsp; She steps over to the basket and rummages through, pulling out panties, bra, cargo shorts, and a v-neck, sleeveless t-shirt.&nbsp; She quickly dresses and then takes the towel, and dirty clothes to the hamper in her bedroom, <em>"how many clothes do I need to bring? and how much of my own 'tools' do I need to bring?"</em>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 21:56:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Something sleek, easy to move in and ...eh." She hrms for a moment. "Sexy. As for dangerous jobs, the company gives us other things. NOW, the things they give you, if you do poor with the gear or use it for personal gain. Well, you can kiss them goodbye." She smirks. "So, umm, get something that shows off your ass and tits hon, you're going to be playing a distraction." She grinned. "As for how they're brought in to be on the Necromancer part. I can't really say. Some could be following We Jas or doing it via arcane studies." She smiled. "All I know is how to keep them in line and if they step out of it. Keep the Necromancers and their toys. Dead."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 22:34:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy chuckles, <em>"sexy huh... "</em>&nbsp; She walks into the bedroom, opening one of the closet doors.&nbsp; She pulls out a sailor type 'school' outfit.&nbsp; Stepping over to the full length mirror, she holds it against herself, checking skirt length and how much cleavage it reveals.&nbsp; Satisfied, she then starts pulling out similar clothes, from short shorts and tank tops, to dresses.&nbsp; She finally settles on a dozen pieces that she can mix and match.&nbsp; She also pulls out panties and bras, from simple cotton pieces, to sexy, lingerie style.&nbsp; Last but not least, she goes to the dresser, pulls off the bottom kick panel, and removes an all black outfit, one that would cover her from head to toe, a hood leaving only eyes and mouth exposed, snug fitting gloves, and soft, form fitting soft soled boots.&nbsp; She puts everythnig in a suitcase, then gathers her toiletries (soap, shampoo, make-up, etc).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>18-09-2005, 23:23:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, as for the sexy thing. I think you'd need it to distract Trouble some. Or at least do the negotiations between us. I don't want to insert my foot in my mouth again." She sighed and shook her head. "Oh well, I could have handled it many ways, but..." She shrugged. "Strange as it seems, I'm not really a people person. I've been raised up to take orders and such. But you seem to know Trouble more then I do." She scratched her chin. "And longer. So, you'll have to do the talking mainly."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>19-09-2005, 03:20:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle motions for Katrina to come over to the dining room. "Oh, we're just having dinner here. This is Alethea, she's a college student. We ah....we go to the same church. I was expecting more guests, so we have plenty of food. What did you need to talk with me about?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>19-09-2005, 06:13:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy chuckles, <em>"hmmm... "</em>&nbsp; She removes the top and bra she just put on, and chooses another set.&nbsp; She puts on a black, lacey bra, strappless, and a button down, sleeveless shirt, pale blue and white pattern.&nbsp; Buttoning up the shirt, it is obviously a size too small.&nbsp; She leaves the top few buttons undone, showing some of her slight cleavage and a glimpse of the lacey bra.&nbsp; She shakes her hair out, letting it cascade onto her shoulders, down her back, and above her breasts.&nbsp; She reaches up and tucks some of the loose hair behind her right ear, before walking out into the livingroom.&nbsp; She goes to the livingroom closet and retrieves a lightweight leather jacket and several pairs of shoes.&nbsp; She puts all but one pair into the suitcase, and dons a simple pair of canvas sneakers, pale aquamarine in color.&nbsp; Stepping up to Morene, she turns around, giving her a good view of the outfit, and herself, <em>"does this meet with your appoval?"</em>&nbsp; Her tone is light and playful.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>19-09-2005, 07:49:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, that will sure smooth things over." She smiled and smirked. "Nice, good, sexy and to those prudes...Slutty." She hrmed for a few moments. "Perfect." She smiled tenderly as she ran her fingertips down Daisy's backside, hrming for a moment. "Ya need to put on a thong or not wear anything underneath." She nodded sagely as she used her free grab-ass for purposes other then a free grope. "Mmmhm, yes. That would be better."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tahiri Anashia</strong> on <strong>19-09-2005, 11:59:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I came over to drop off my rent, and to check if you needed anything from the store.&nbsp; I was just about to head over there." Kat says clearly thinking she had interupted something.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>19-09-2005, 23:38:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Please describe it as you wish, Trouble
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>19-09-2005, 23:49:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle waves her hand dismissively. "Oh, that can wait for the time being...we're eating right now. Are you sure you won't join us? Elizabeth should be returning shortly, then we'll have an even number of people again. Two by two, if you will." she says with a smile. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>19-09-2005, 23:53:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali straightens up, swallowing the bile rising in her throat at the aasimar's presence. &nbsp;"Hi," she manages, getting to her feet unsteadily and extending a hand to the other girl. &nbsp;"Alethea Darkborn. &nbsp;I don't think we've met...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 00:20:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble's apartment follows the same floor plan as Daisy's, but the furnishings leave much to be desired.<br><br>The 'living room' is dominated by a thrift store couch, a bookshelf fashioned from two-by-fours and cinder-blocks, a small TV and cheap VCR on an improvised entertainment system.&nbsp; There are no decorations to speak of besides a pair of wall scrolls on the wall behind the tv: one of which shows an anime-style samurai proudly holding a standard (the fu-rin-ka-zan of Takeda Shingen).&nbsp; The other is an artfully done tiger-and-dragon Chinese motif around a quote from Sun Tzu.&nbsp; Whether Trouble recognizes the significance of either of these is anyone's guess.<br><br>The 'dining room' has a sturdy card table and two chairs.&nbsp; There are take-out menus taped to the refrigerator door in the kitchen.&nbsp; Most of them are for either pizza or generic (American) Chinese places within walking distance.&nbsp; There is also a phone in here--a bakelite monstrosity with a rotary dial.<br><br>In the gap between the two areas is a large gym-style punching bag.<br><br>The bedroom has a mattress on the floor, a full weight set in one corner, and three milk crates in the closet to stand in for the chest of drawers that isn't here. The closets are otherwise mostly bare.&nbsp; There are some photos taped to the wall above the mattress--most of them appear to be of a much younger Trouble next to a wizened little old Asian man with coke-bottle bottom glasses.<br><br>The tiny bathroom is surprisingly spotless...and the medicine cabinet is well-stocked with first aid supplies and aspirin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 00:22:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And for those approaching the vicinity of Apartment 4F tonight, there is a peculiar combination of grunts and pounding noises from inside, as if someone is taking a baseball bat to a side of beef...or kicking the crap out of a punching bag with considerable enthusiasm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 00:57:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft, but repeated, tapping is heard at Trouble's front door. Visible through the peephole is a a young, thin woman with dark skin and rather light hair. She chews her lip nervously and wrings her hands as she waits outside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Katrina's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 01:00:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Description pending.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 01:02:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				description pending.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 01:05:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy smiles and rolls her eyes, <em>"ok boss... "</em>&nbsp; She turns and heads back to the bedroom, where she slips out of the shorts and shimmies out of the panties.&nbsp; Opening up a dresser drawer, she pulls out a thong that matches the bra she was wearing, the small triangle of fabric just covering the the equally small patch of curls between her legs.&nbsp; Bending at the waist, she opens the bottom drawer and pulls out a playful, faded blue skirt that hangs just above mid-thigh.&nbsp; Returning to the living room, standing before Morene, she twirls around, <em>"better?"</em>&nbsp; Her tone is light and playful.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 02:15:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few moments, the door opens a few inches--as far as the chain lock will permit, anyway.&nbsp; The clearly annoyed half orc regards her unexpected visitor and utters a simple, direct: <br><br>"Yeah?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 03:55:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Keep calling me boss and I'm going to have to tell you you're going to shape up to keep your job and stay after work for some "quality" time." She smirks and ran her fingertips down Daisy's backside. "Yep. That will work. Definately something suitable for a quick and easy removable thing. Nice clothes to be fucked in too." She nodded and smiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 04:23:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy wiggles her bottom as Morene runs her fingertips down it, <em>"ok boss... I guess we should head over?"</em>&nbsp; Bringing her hand up, she toys with the top most buttoned button on her snug fitting shirt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 04:56:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckled and winked. "I guess you still want to fuck after all of that? It's amazing that you're still interested in me. Alright. Yeah. Let's go." She pushed off of the wall. "Let's go to Trouble's place. You lead...afterall, I kind of...you know. Don't know it's wherabouts."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 13:09:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The young woman backs away from the door nervously. "Um...hi, we met at the laundromat earlier today. I felt kinda bad for imposing on you like that, and then leaving...but then there was that explosion and everything, and...um...you seemed busy with those other two girls, so I just kinda followed behind until you were alone again. Anyway, my name is Ashley."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 14:59:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door closes as the chain-lock is removed, then opens again so that Trouble can take a better look at the girl.&nbsp; She still looks pretty grouchy, but since it isn't Ashley's fault, she's making an effort not to scare the kid off.<br><br>"Yeah?&nbsp; Okay.&nbsp; What's up, Ashley?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 22:33:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley looks at the floor bashfully. "Um...I don't....know, really. I hadn't actually thought this far through, to be honest. I just started following you from a distance, then I thought I should stop, since it's kinda like stalking, but then I thought you'd see me if I suddenly popped out, which would be embarassing, then when you came back here, I figured since I had followed you all this time I might as well come out and say hello, but now I don't know what to say. Oh man I really shouldn't have said that..." she says, bracing herself as if for an impact.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 22:35:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble gives Ashley a very, very careful once-over, then holds the door open.<br><br>"Why dontcha come in for a minute while you get those thoughts in order?&nbsp; Don't wanna make a scene in the hall..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 22:38:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah! How rude of me!" Isabelle says, the wine in her newly re-filled glass sloshing over a bit. "Alethea, this is Katrina. She's also a college student. I think you two will find you have quite a bit in common, really. Well, sort of...kind of like when I caught that damned Halfling trying to burgle my wands the other day...ah, nevermind."<br><br>Around this time Elizabeth re-emerges, dressed for company. She's wearing a pleated black miniskirt with a close-fitting white collared shirt with the top unbuttoned. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, revealing slightly elongated, tapering ears. Not nearly sharp enough to be elven, but not exactly human, either. "Ah, Katrina!" she says, waving to the new arrival. "Did you come for rent? We close the office at 5, you know that. We'll take care of it later, though. You joining us for dinner?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 22:47:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley slowly enters the apartment, radiating nervous energy as always. "Um...you're not mad, are you? I mean, I didn't mean to follow you around like that, it's just that...err, I'd better shut up now."<br><br>[attachment deleted by admin]
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-09-2005, 22:52:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble closes the door firmly behind them.<br><br>"Now why would I be upset?&nbsp; Come on in, grab a seat.&nbsp; Let me know when you're ready to talk.&nbsp; I'm burnin' off a little stress right now..."<br><br>Trouble walks over to the punching bag and gives it a couple of solid jabs, then a kick.<br><br>"Can I get you a beer or something?&nbsp; I think I got a couple left..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>21-09-2005, 00:40:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um...well, I make my boss upset all the time, and I hardly ever understand why...but anyway, since you did something nice for me, maybe I can do something nice for you sometime? I live in this building, on the floor above this one. I work in midtown, at Markova Enterprises. I'm just a junior ad sales associate though, so I'm not very useful...still, if you ever need anything..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-09-2005, 01:54:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh.&nbsp; Uhm, okay."<br><br>Trouble scratches her head, trying to remember what...oh, right.&nbsp; Laundry-watching.&nbsp; Now why would that...?&nbsp; She gives Ashley another, slower look and tests the waters a little.<br><br>"Was that all?&nbsp; Not that I mind the company..."&nbsp; Trouble gives the little elf a wry grin.&nbsp; "And I kind of get the impression there's something on your mind besides just returnin' a favor."<br><br><em>As if I didn't hope you were going to throw yourself at me and beg to be used...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>21-09-2005, 11:09:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You really don't know how much you helped me out...see, I just started out at my job, so my sales are real bad...I have to work really hard to get them up to a level where they won't can me. So I'm always working on the weekends, trying to get people to work with me...if I wasn't able to make that call, my boss would have my hide on monday. I mean, she's probably going to yell at me anyway, but at least it won't be about something I knew I was going to screw up. Also, you're the only person in this building I've actually talked to...I was maybe hoping we could be friends, if you aren't busy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-09-2005, 14:34:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble grins.<br><br>"Friends, huh?&nbsp; Yeah, I think maybe that'd be okay..."<br><br><em>Really <span class="bbc_u">close</span> friends</em>.<br><br>"So.&nbsp; You want that beer, or were you just droppin' by to tell me I had pretty eyes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>23-09-2005, 00:29:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy winks at Morene, <em>"of course... never had a girl who was pierced there..."</em>&nbsp; She opens the door for Morene, before following, her bags in tow.&nbsp; She pauses to lock the door, with only one lock taking a key, the other 2 taking her skilled hands and a couple small picks.&nbsp; Smiling, she picks up her thnigs, <em>"Trouble's upstairs in 4F..."</em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>23-09-2005, 00:51:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I don't usually drink beer...but I didn't come here to tell you...but, well, you do have kinda nice eyes." she says bashfully. "Maybe we can rent a movie sometime? I hear those are fun..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-09-2005, 01:06:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh?&nbsp; So what did you come by to tell me?"<br><br>Trouble's grin widens.<br><br>"And what sort of movie would an innocent girl like you have in mind?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>23-09-2005, 20:01:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright. Let's get going then." She smiled and followed after Daisy as they went towards their headed destination.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>23-09-2005, 22:35:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley fidgets on the couch, obviously feeling a bit awkward. "Um...I don't know, really. To be honest with you, I've never been to a movie before. I heard it's like TV, only bigger, but someone else told me it was like totally different, so I don't know what to think about it. Really, I just came over because...well...following you around and then going home without saying anything seemed kinda weird."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-09-2005, 23:23:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble tries Very Hard Indeed to keep a straight face as she says:<br><br>"So this isn't part of some wicked plan to entice me into the bedroom so that you can have your wicked way with my poor innocent body?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>24-09-2005, 23:46:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy leads the way to the stairs, heading for Trouble's apartment.&nbsp; Smiling still, she speaks over her shoulder, <em>"so where do you live?&nbsp; What's your place like?"</em>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>25-09-2005, 00:57:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, it's across town. Actually. On the far end. Rather quiet as it was. But, I got what I paid for. Some would call it drab. But, ever..." She fell silent and sighed before blinking. "Oh, nothing. But, we could go there if you'd want to later."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>25-09-2005, 01:18:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)<em>"I'd like that...,"</em>&nbsp; says Daisy, reaching Trouble's door.&nbsp; Setting her bags down, she knocks on the door...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>25-09-2005, 23:59:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1827.msg51251#msg51251">Quote from: MadPanda on 23-09-2005, 23:23:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Trouble tries Very Hard Indeed to keep a straight face as she says:<br><br>"So this isn't part of some wicked plan to entice me into the bedroom so that you can have your wicked way with my poor innocent body?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Ashley blushes a little. "What?! No, no! I would never do something like that, I mean...I know it seems like I was stalking you, but I wasn't, honest. I was just...um...walking with you, but you didn't know it, and I didn't really know how to introduce myself to your friends..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 02:07:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Never?"<br><br>Trouble allows herself to sound very disappointed.<br><br>"Well, I did notice that you followed me instead of that boy-drow...and stalking...so of course I thought that maybe you had some horribly naughty ideas in mind for poor ol' Trouble."<br><br>She pouts.<br><br>"Just out of curiousity, what if I <em>wanted</em> you to do something?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 05:02:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley looks at you a bit quizzically? "If you wanted me to...OH, I see. Well, I guess I would...I mean if we're going to be friends, friends do things for each other. Ms. S says that all the time, and I've...done stuff for her 'cause she helped me out a lot. So I guess it's okay. You're a lot nicer than Ms. S, anyway."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 05:10:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble can't help it--she giggles.<br><br>"Look, Ashley...you're cute, you know that?&nbsp; And I'd kinda like to explore our options, if you know what I mean.&nbsp; But I gotta ask you for somethin' first, okay?"<br><br>Sigh.&nbsp; Inhale.&nbsp; Hold.&nbsp; Try not to stare at those beautiful, bouncy breasts...<br><br>"I ain't my old man.&nbsp; I don't take what ain't freely offered.&nbsp; So if you don't want to get naked and crawl into be with me, please...just tell me so up front.&nbsp; Can you do that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 05:33:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><em>(There is a soft knock on trouble's door)</em></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 05:58:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble scowls.<br><br>"Hold on a sec, okay?"<br><br>Walking to the door and peering out through the peep-hole, she sighs unhappily.<br><br>"What is it, Daisy?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 06:01:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)<em>"We came by to see how you were doing... and appologize for what happened...,"</em>&nbsp; says Daisy, smiling towards the peephole.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 06:04:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You got bored and came to laugh at the half-orc, is that it?"<br><br>Trouble snorts...<br><br>"A simple 'I'm not interested' would have done, you know."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 06:11:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy puts on her best pouting face, <em>"we did not come by to laugh at you... we came here to apologize and talk..."</em>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 06:12:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmph."<br><br>Long pause.<br><br>"Hang on a minute."<br><br>Trouble walks back into the living room and gestures to Ashley, holding one finger to her lips.&nbsp; She indicates that the elf should hide in the bedroom and close the door firmly behind her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 06:20:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"..." No response from Morene, nor was she really seen near Daisy in the physical form. <br><br>A faint "Heh." Could be heard after it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 06:31:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy reaches out to Morene and tries to pull her over with her, standing in front of the doorway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 06:37:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene blinks as she was actually cought off guard. Bouncing in her step as she stumbled over, her breasts pushing into Daisy's side. Her nipples were in fact, curiously hard. Despite her facial expression, she seems clearly "excited.".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 06:47:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy was quite pleased as she felt Morene's hard nipples pressing against her.&nbsp; She puts her arm lightly around Morene and saoftly pats her bottom...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>26-09-2005, 07:19:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her nipples are even visibly seen pushed against the soft fabric of the shirt. Blinking with a faint blush spreading across her face as she was found out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>27-09-2005, 11:06:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><br>Ashley nods quickly to Trouble and scurries quietly into the bedroom. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-09-2005, 14:46:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching the petite drow girl scramble with a longing half-smile, Trouble goes back to the door and lets it fall open...at least as far as the chain lock will allow.<br><br>"Okay, let's say you two really <em>do</em> want to apologize for that little fiasco downstairs.&nbsp; Gimme three reasons I should open this door further, let you in here, and listen."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>27-09-2005, 17:43:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From Trouble's posistion behind the door she could see one of Morene's breasts. Morene of course was looking towards Daisy the entire time as if awaiting for her to say the first response as if this sort of thing wasn't her forte. Trouble, if given closer examination would notice the obvious aroused and perky nipple pushing fierce against the top. Perhaps this woman staged it all? She may perhaps likes a bit of friction before <em>getting it on</em>?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-09-2005, 20:46:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well?"<br><br>Somewhere on the other side of that door, knuckles are cracked...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 01:10:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy smiles at Trouble, <em>"because I thought we were friends... I even invited you into my place... I can't change what happened... maybe next time we could move a little slower..."</em>&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 01:36:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble heaves a sigh.&nbsp; The door swings shut, then open again after she removes the chain lock.&nbsp; Looking down at the petite Asian (and obviously trying to ignore Morene), she tries to keep her face impassive.&nbsp; It doesn't work too well.<br><br>"I'll give you the first two points.&nbsp; But you were into it, right up until <em>someone</em> killed the mood.&nbsp; You understand, if you'd said somethin' before that...instead of just shuttin' off...we coulda avoided this mess."<br><br>And now she glances at Morene.&nbsp; And growls.<br><br>"And as for <em>you</em>...."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 02:25:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene blinked and sighed. Having left her glasses at Daisy's place. Her eyes looked that she was defeated. Yet her nipples said "I'm ready!" basically.<br><br>Morene spoke softly.<br><br>"I appologize for what I did...there was a better way to handle things and I took the ol' fashion bitch route. Not an ample choice."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 02:39:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy grasps Morene's hand and steps towards Trouble.&nbsp; She reaches out and puts her hand flat on Trouble's firm stomach, <em>"we could have a nice dinner, some cuddletime, get familiar with each other, and then see what happens from there..."</em>&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 05:53:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble glares at Morene another moment longer.<br><br>"Yeah, you flubbed that call pretty bad."<br><br>At Daisy's touch, the half-orc softens a little.<br><br>"Maybe.&nbsp; I dunno.&nbsp; You think you can promise not to just....lose interest again in midstream?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 06:37:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I promise if we get into that sort of bit. I will not interrupt it in the midst of it."<br><br>She smiled at Trouble with a weary look before sighing and shrugging. Stepping in with Daisy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 14:40:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well..."<br><br>The half-orc thinks about this <em>really</em> hard for a moment.<br><br>"I suppose.&nbsp; But you'll still need to make it up to me."<br><br>She punctuates that with another glare at Morene (or, more correctly, Morene's chest).<br><br>Trouble lets them in, then closes and locks the door.<br><br>"Make yourselves at home.&nbsp; I gotta take care of something."<br><br>She walks over to the bedroom door, knocks twice, and slips inside.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 19:30:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Blinked at the glare and then actually had a flush in her cheeks. <br><br>"Eh, okay."<br><br>She scratched her head <em>lightly</em> with a quick glance about the room. Taking a double take with a lofted brow.<br><br>"Hrm...must likes to work out a lot."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>28-09-2005, 20:41:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peeking into her bedroom, Trouble gives Ashley a nervous smile.<br><br>"Listen, uhm...looks like the other two decided to come apologize for earlier.&nbsp; You wanna join us?&nbsp; Or would you feel better if we got together tomorrow or something?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 00:22:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley pops out of her hiding place, cramped in the upper area of your closet. "Oh...you have friends over? Well...if you don't think they'd mind, I could say hello. I'm not very good with people though, as you've seen already, though. I'll stay if you don't think it'll be awkward."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 01:04:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble blinks in surprise at the...err...demonstration of flexibility and tries not to start drooling.<br><br>"Nawww.&nbsp; You'll be all right.&nbsp; Just that...well...we might end up fucking in the middle of the floor or something.&nbsp; Hope that won't bother you or nothin'..."<br><br>The half-orc suddenly, uncharacteristically, finds herself blushing.&nbsp; <em>Oh, THAT was real smooth!&nbsp; Why don't you just tell her how much you want to play with her cute little bod here and now?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 19:40:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene didn't waste any time as she started to take off all her clothes. Not seeming to care or mind where she was. She knew she'd probably end up doing this here anyway. Revealing her lovely, hairless body underneath.<br><br>Her body had various piercings and tribal like tattoos underneath. Her navel, nipples and even her clit was piercing with silver adornments. As well, curious writing on her two asscheeks were seen.<br><br>(If Anyone Could Read Draconic. One says "Hot Fuck" The other says "Dragon-Slut")<br><br>Morene cupped her heavy breasts and looked down at herself. Morene had the breasts that would make porn-stars with envy to have a natural set like them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 22:44:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley looks at Trouble with raised eyebrows, but doesn't seem to voice any complaints. She cautiously peers out of the bedroom doorway, looking into the living room. She blushes deeply when she sees Morene's naked body, a small gasp betraying her presence to anyone who hasn't already seen her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 22:47:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble leans down, resting one hand gently on the elf's shoulder.<br><br>"You, uh...you gonna be okay with this?&nbsp; It's all right with me if you'd rather...you know...meet tomorrow or something..."<br><br><em>Don't grab her butt!&nbsp; Don't grab her butt!&nbsp; Don't...maybe just a little squeeze?&nbsp; Make her squeak.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 22:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley continues to stare blankly at Morene, looking much like the proverbial "deer in the headlights" for another moment, before turning around to respond to Trouble. "I uh...um....this is okay. I've done things like this before, under different circumstances. We're all supposed to get naked, right?" she says, quickly unbuttoning her pants and removing them, then folding them carefully and setting them on the bed. "Since I'm with you, I guess that means you'll be my...you know. Do you have a collar for me to wear?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 23:00:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble's mouth goes dry.&nbsp; Then she grins...<br><br><em>Whoa!</em><br><br>"Actually, I'm...we were...you can stay clothed for now.&nbsp; I kinda want to undress you myself.&nbsp; We'll work up to it.&nbsp; And, uh...you're going to be shared, maybe.&nbsp; We can get you a collar tomorrow."<br><br>She pushes the door open and pats Ashley's cute little ass, pushing her into the living room.<br><br>"Get on the couch, elfie.&nbsp; Ladies, this is my pet elf, Ashley.&nbsp; She's joining us."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>29-09-2005, 23:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley looks back at Trouble and smiles warmly, then turns around and waves to the other two women in the room. "Um...hi. I just kind of followed you guys home from the laundromat. Err, I mean, I live here. First floor. And I'm not a stalker. Really." She nimbly bounds over to the couch and sits down. She is still half-naked, though she crosses her legs as she sits, affording her some modesty. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 00:04:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)As Morene strips, Daisy watches with some interest.&nbsp; Her eyes, slowly and carefully, roma over her form, a smile quickly gracing her lips.&nbsp; When Ashley enters the room and removes her pants, she smiles even brighter, <em>"hi Ashley..."</em>&nbsp; She steps over to Morene, playfully nibbling at her lower lip, making no move to remove her clothes.&nbsp; Starting with the nipple piercings, she reaches up and lightly flicks a finger over the piercings.&nbsp; She finishes by brushing a finger along the clit piercing and blowing lightly across each nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 00:10:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And here I thought you weren't interested in rushing things."<br><br>Trouble joins Ashley on the couch, pulling the elf against her, kissing the smaller woman on the top of her head.<br><br>"So, just out of idle curiousity, how were you planning on apologizing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 00:15:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Having had to lay low during the aftermath of the zombie explosion incident, especially since his licensed firearm had been used the evoke the explosion part of it, Billy had calmly retrieved his brass and gone around the building to his car. He'd taken a trip downtown, quite a way's away, to pay a visit to some body of water or another to dispose of the empty casings. On the way back he had picked up a bottle of wine - a Costers del Siurana, dessert wine - which he now holds in one hand as he chimes at the door. A good guest doen't come empty handed is what he's been taught. Of course he was taught that by a military man who all too often would bring his son along to try and impress his boss when they went to diner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 00:18:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door is opened by a young woman with prominent, slightly pointed ears, but very human features. You recall meeting her just after the explosion. "Hi, you made it! We didn't think you were going to show up after all. Come on in. Isabelle is looking forward to meeting you." she says. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 00:21:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy flicks her tongue back and forth over one of Morene's pierced nipples, <em>"maybe a Trouble sandwich?"</em>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 00:25:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Billy flashes the young woman a smile, and follows as she indicated. He still hasn't let on he knows of her less than human nature yet. Why, he isn't entirely sure himself. As he enters, and the door closes behind him, he offers up the bottle of wine.<br><br>`We might want to let this chill a little, it's been in the car for a while.`<br><br>Call it paranoia, but he hadn't taken the short way home. He takes off his shades as he enters as well, not wanting to seem odd. He is odd, true, but he doesn't like to advertise it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 00:27:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm.&nbsp; Maybe."<br><br>She gives Ashley a squeeze, kisses her again, and musters her worst 'cutesy-dominatrix' act for the obvious question:<br><br>"Would you enjoy watching Mommy get double-fucked, elfie?&nbsp; Hmm?&nbsp; Would that make your tight little pussy all wet?&nbsp; Or should we put the bad girl on the floor and make her lick Mommy everywhere while she gets her piercings played with?"<br><br><em>Don't giggle...don't giggle...don't giggle...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 00:50:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley snuggles up comfortably against Trouble, seeming much less nervous than before. Still, she looks a bit perplexed at Trouble's question. "Umm...huh. Nobody ever asks me about these things...Ms. S always said it was Lloth's greatest joke that I was able to speak, and that she didn't think it was funny. Err, nevermind about that. I um...I think you should let her surprise you, since she's the one doing the apologizing." she says with a smile. "And it's weird to be half naked like this. Can I take off my shirt, or get my pants from the bedroom?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 00:55:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth takes the bottle and places it in a large bowl of ice in the kitchen. She then walks with Billy into the dining room, where two young women and what appears to be a very drunk little girl are sitting at the table. Upon a closer look, the girl shows signs of maturity, including a pair of proportionately sized breasts. She glances at Billy and smiles, wobbling a little. "Ah, another guesht arrives? Pleash, sit down and have shome food...and wine! We've got plenty of wine!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 00:58:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble reaches over to cup one of Ashley's breasts through her shirt, brushing a finger across the girl's nipple.<br><br>"Elfie wants to be naked?&nbsp; Elfie can get naked."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 01:24:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alethea looks up as Billy enters, wincing visibly at the sound of Isabelle's drunken slur.&nbsp; "Er, hi," she says.&nbsp; Getting to her feet, she extends her hand, trying to ignore the horrible, horrible awkwardness of the situation.&nbsp; "I'm Alethea Darkborn.&nbsp; Nice to meet you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 01:49:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene stepped away from Daisy and shook her head.<br><br>"Please stop touching me for a moment, okay?" She asked and then let out a soft sigh.. She reached down and started to gather her clothes out of the floor. Shaking her head to herself and grumbling in Draconic. Then muttering out to herself. "So stupid, Morene."<br><br>"Should have taken it slower."<br><br>She grumbled to herself as she started to put on her clothes, but leaving her boots off.<br><br>"What fun is it when you just jump to the action anyway."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 01:56:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble scowls.<br><br>"I thought so.&nbsp; Door's over there, you teasing bitch.&nbsp; Don't let it hit your ass on the way out."<br><br>She gives Daisy a bit of a glare, hugging Ashley protectively.<br><br>"And were you going to shut me off in mid-stream again too?&nbsp; Or were you waiting for her to do it for you instead?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 01:57:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, no. You have it all wrong. I do want to do it slower."<br><br>She sighed at that and looked at Trouble with a faint smile. "I appologize."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 02:00:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why don't I believe you.&nbsp; Were you going to wait until I was completely worked up before laughing at me?"<br><br>Oops.&nbsp; Half-orc is getting angry...<br><br>"You got a lot to make up for, if you're serious.&nbsp; And I don't think you are.&nbsp; Scram!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 02:03:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Is there something I could do that doesn't require me sleeping with you to make it up? I want to get to know you before I actually start sleeping with you."<br><br><br>She smiled wry as she continued to look at Trouble.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 02:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah.&nbsp; You coulda fucking said that earlier, kept your clothes on, and not been such a fucking tease all night.&nbsp; Ever think of that?"<br><br>Trouble looks very cross. Very cross indeed.<br><br>"So besides pissing me off, what did you two really come up here for?&nbsp; 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't my charming personality."<br><br>She gives Ashley another protective squeeze.<br><br>"And I'm frustrated enough for one night, thanks to you two."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 02:12:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Look, I said I am sorry. I appologize. I wasn't thinking once again."<br><br>She sighed and crossed her arms.<br><br>"We did come up here to appologize to you."<br><br>"Instead, once again, I opened my mouth, inserted foot and chewed vigorously."<br><br>"I should be getting a liking to this taste. It's brought me more trouble then I can really handle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 02:19:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uh-huh.&nbsp; And you didn't think that maybe I might be a little upset when you shut me down, why again?&nbsp; I got feelings too, you know."<br><br>Trouble gives Daisy another glare.<br><br>"What about you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 02:22:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I am well aware that you have feelings. But... I'm just not good with people." She sighed softly. "Ever since I lost Ezekiel my life has been going down-hill. I became more in to my job then anything else, I lost the ability to really interact with people on a more serious level when it comes to intimacies."<br><br>She sighed. "So, I do appologize for my ignorance and arrogance. I appologize for hurting your feelings and enraging you."<br><br>Wait a second... lost Ezekiel?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 02:36:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll think about it.&nbsp; But I wanna hear what Daisy has to say about this, too."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 03:16:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If he's shocked at what would seem to most people as a drunken child, well he doesn't show it. Perhaps that's the tell, right there. Everyone's got a tell after all.<br><br>`Billy James, pleasure to meet the both of you. I only wish there was less exploding involved to bring it about.`<br><br>He shakes Alethea's hand, smiling. The situation should seem awkward at least to him, but he remains unflappable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 03:23:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy turns her head back and forth through the exchange.&nbsp; When things seem to settle a little, she takes Morene by the hand and leads her over to the couch by Trouble. <em>"Now sit down, and I won't take no for an answer...,"</em>&nbsp; she says, smiling good naturedly at Morene.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 03:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble scoots over to give Morene a bit more breathing room (staying just out of contact with the dragon-kin).<br><br>"Maybe you two need to go talk things over beforehand, too..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 03:28:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene sat down and sighed softly. She felt ashamed at the moment, but she smiled up softly at Daisy. <br><br>Daisy of course was better at this sort of thing then Morene was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 03:32:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali nods.&nbsp; "I know, it was just awful."&nbsp; Her voice drops by at least ten decibels, so Isabelle won't hear.&nbsp; "Gods, I'm sorry about this.&nbsp; She's been drinking ever since I got here..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 03:47:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy kicks off her sneakers and sits on Morene's lap, sideways, one arm around her neck.&nbsp; With the other, she reaches out to touch Trouble, <em>"I like both of you, and wouldn't mind sleeping with either one of you... I also think that if we want this to be more than a one time thing, that we should slow down and take our time, get to know each other better."</em>&nbsp; She looks at both Morene and Trouble, <em>"like I said at the door, I think a nice dinner, conversation, and cuddletime would be nice.&nbsp; Give us each a chance to kinda seduce each other."</em>&nbsp; She smiles at Trouble, all evidence of 'ditzyness' gone from her face, <em>"look, I can't change what happened, before or now.&nbsp; We're all needing something, but not the same thing... Morene has a job for me, something that goes well with at least some of my training.&nbsp; Once the details of the job get worked out, how 'bout we get together for a nice dinner, something we can all enjoy and see what happens?"</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 03:56:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And you couldn't say at least part of that earlier, why?"<br><br>Trouble pouts, winding her fingers through Ashley's hair.<br><br>"I mean, that <em>really</em> hurts, okay?&nbsp; It probably doesn't mean jack to you two, but...I don't get so many chances, and you both seemed really into it, and it ain't like you said up front that you wanted things slower...hell, Daisy!&nbsp; You were getting into it right up until Scaly here hit the switch!"<br><br>She forces herself to calm down.<br><br>"I'll think about it, okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 04:50:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy slips from Morene's lap and hugs Trouble, kissing her lightly on the temple.&nbsp; Shifting her lips close to Trouble's ear, she whispers, <em>"perhaps Morene and I should take off and leave you and Ashley to your fun...?"</em>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 05:00:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble's eyes meet Daisy's.<br><br>"Yeah," she agrees huskily.&nbsp; "That might be a real good idea..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 05:50:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley listens to the ongoing argument/civil conversation, occasionally opening her mouth to say something, then stopping and deciding against it. <br><br>"Um...maybe she just wanted to get naked and talk? It might sound odd to you, but it's fairly common among...well, let's just say I'm familiar with the concept. Maybe we could try a compromise...like one of those...you know, those wooden boxes that humans get into when they're naked. They're really hot and hu...humid? Yeah. Those things."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 05:52:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sauna," Trouble mutters.&nbsp; "It's called a sauna.&nbsp; And no, that's not a real good idea right now, Ashley. Thanks for thinking of it, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 06:07:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, saunas. I'm a bit new here. But why isn't a sauna a good idea? People are always naked in them, and all they do there is talk. But I guess if it's a bad idea, nevermind. You seem really tense, though. Would you like some tea, or a massage? That always worked for Ms. S when she...ah, nevermind. But it works, definitely. And I'm good at massages."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 06:09:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A massage would be great, Ashley, but first...I think Daisy and her friend have to go."<br><br>The half-orc lifts an eyebrow and turns to Daisy.<br><br>"You <em>were</em> going to go talk matters over, right?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 06:15:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"tsk tsk...I can massage you whether they leave or not. If I'm supposed to be your pet, it doesn't matter who's watching." she says, reaching behind Trouble to rub her tense shoulder muscles. "I'm not embarassed if you aren't...I've done worse than half-naked massaging in front of guests before. Why one time, I had to..." she stops. "...wait, that's one of those stories I'm not supposed to tell people. Anyway, just relax. If you lie down, I can climb on your back and this will be much easier."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 06:18:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a sigh and another side-long warning glare at the other two, Trouble allows herself to be coaxed onto the floor.&nbsp; She grabs a cushion to use as a pillow and stretches out.<br><br>"Pet elf," she chuckles.&nbsp; "What'd I just agree to, anyway?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 06:22:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley meekly slips out of her shirt, now completely naked and perched on top of Trouble, kneading her knuckles in small circles around Trouble's back. "Well," she says, responding to Trouble as if it was an actual question, "this was your idea, after all. My previous mistress kept me on a leash, had me serve her and her guests, and...did a few things I'd rather not talk about, and hope you weren't thinking of."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 06:26:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Apparently it's a very good shoulder massage, as Trouble's voice seems to be slurring from sheer relaxation.<br><br>"Hmmm...I shoulda asked.&nbsp; You jus' wanna owner or d'ya wanna mistress?&nbsp; Wasn' 'xpecting t'get a pet...not complainin' but...un'xpected, y'know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 07:16:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				`It could have made a good movie actually, well, it did with Dawn of the Dead... but who said Hollywood ever was original.`<br><br>He grins, and dips his head in conspiritorially, voice lowering to match hers.<br><br>`Not a problem, it's no worse than being at a frat party, far better actually.`<br><br>He flashes another smile, then looks about for a seat, looking to their hostess.<br><br>`Thanks for the invite, by the way. When you've had to deal with my cooking for as long as I have, real food is definitly welcome.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 11:02:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley begins to work on the middle of Trouble's back, then up the spine towards the neck. "I'm--I'm not really sure how to answer that. To be honest, this isn't what I had in mind when I knocked on your door at all, but...well, it's a very long story, and I don't want to ruin the mood. Again."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 14:40:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble chuckles softly.<br><br>"So you <em>were</em> hopin' I'd just throw ya in bed...tha'ss a joke, Ashley...ain't my old man..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 17:58:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ali nods, although she still looks rather disturbed by the whole mess.&nbsp; "I'll take your word for it," she murmurs, before returning to her seat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 23:02:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><em>(Prior to the massage)</em></div>(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy slips off the sofa, pulling Morene lightly with her.&nbsp; Leaning down, she kisses Trouble softly on the temple and whispers, <em>"we'll see you later..."</em>&nbsp; Taking Morene with her, she gathers their things and quietly leaves the apartment.&nbsp; Despite not having a key, she locks the door after closing it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 23:20:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene of course did get up, slipping on her boots as she followed after Daisy as if she was a little puppy dog. There was something about Daisy that could manipulate this Dragon-Kin with ease. And it wasn't some sort of guise she was buying into either...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 23:30:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Locking the door behind her, Daisy stands and looks to Morene, holding her hand up, index finger beconing her to lean down closer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>30-09-2005, 23:45:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene smirked as she looked to to Daisy. <br><br>"No, Daisy. I don't think so, really." She smiled faint as she looked to her. Her arms crossing underneath her bust. She had a hunch as to what Daisy wanted to do to her. But, she shrugged anyway and lowered her arms to a more "relaxed" posistion, leaning down to her. "Yes?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 06:07:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy puts her arms around Morene's neck, and tilting her face upward, she kisses Morene lightly on the lips.&nbsp; Sliding her lips along her jawline, she whispers, <em>"even if things didn't go the best, thank you..."</em>&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 06:36:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1827.msg53512#msg53512">Quote from: MadPanda on 30-09-2005, 14:40:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Trouble chuckles softly.<br><br>"So you <em>were</em> hopin' I'd just throw ya in bed...tha'ss a joke, Ashley...ain't my old man..."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You seem rather preoccupied with that...maybe I'm going about this wrong. I thought this was something you'd like, but if it makes you uncomfortable, we can figure something else out. It's just that, well...this sort of thing is one of the few things I'm good for, honestly. I screw up everything else."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 17:24:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble grunts.<br><br>"You <em>are</em> good at this.&nbsp; I meant, you were lookin' for a friend, right?&nbsp; And it ain't you makin' me upset.&nbsp; You just...kinda suprised me, that's all."<br><br>She chuckles quietly.<br><br>"If you want, we can play around.&nbsp; If you don't want, just tell me b'fore I go..."<br><br>And sniffles suddenly.<br><br>"Dammit!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 18:08:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Relax. You've said several times already that I can choose to go. But I thought you wanted this, and friends do nice things for each other, right?" she says, softly tracing one finger down Trouble's spine, then reaching down to remove her shirt. Leaning down, she softly kisses Trouble on the neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 18:52:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah..."<br><br>Trouble shudders.<br><br>"That feels nice..."<br><br>Hugging the cushion tightly, she lets out a long, low sigh.<br><br>"You like your women on the tough side, Ashley?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>01-10-2005, 21:10:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley shrugs. "I don't know, really. You're the first person I can remember who I liked, and you're definitely the first person who liked me." she says, casually reaching underneath Trouble to cup her breasts and knead them gently between her fingers, kissing her softly on the cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>02-10-2005, 01:03:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene sighed and planted a tender kiss upon Daisy's lips once again. Still both outside Trouble's door. <br><br>"So, what now Daisy? What do we do? Where do we go? Back to your place?"<br><br>She sighed softly as she lowered her eyes, feeling completely ashamed of herself of what has happened.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>02-10-2005, 01:15:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy smiles, <em>"we grab my things and head to your place... and just play it by ear..."</em>&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xerial</strong> on <strong>02-10-2005, 01:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Billy tilts his head a touch as he sits, as if to make with saying a little prayer. The move is too momentary for anything substantitive, though, and he says no words. When he is settled, he looks to the others, and takes up his glass, offering a toast.<br><br>`To not being turned into a zombie, or at least not being blown up if we do.`
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jefepato</strong> on <strong>02-10-2005, 01:48:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll drink to that," Ali responds with a chuckle, before sipping at her wine (and very pointedly not drinking too much).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-10-2005, 03:59:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1827.msg53969#msg53969">Quote from: Vice on 01-10-2005, 21:10:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ashley shrugs. "I don't know, really. You're the first person I can remember who I liked, and you're definitely the first person who liked me." she says, casually reaching underneath Trouble to cup her breasts and knead them gently between her fingers, kissing her softly on the cheek.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Trouble holds her breath for a moment, then gasps and exhales.<br><br>"Ahh...that feels so goood...Ashley...should we, you know, move?&nbsp; Into the bedroom?&nbsp; Because I really, really want to touch you..."<br><br>The half-orc blushes furiously.<br><br>"You, uh...you're very pretty."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>02-10-2005, 20:54:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley smiles and rises up off of Trouble's back, taking hold of her hand gently and following Trouble into the bedroom, her head leaning softly against Trouble's strong shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-10-2005, 20:57:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah?"<br><br>At the bedroom door, Trouble cups Ashley's delicate chin in her hand and bends down to kiss the little elf.&nbsp; A bit hesitant at first, she teases her tongue along the girl's lips after a moment and slides one hand down onto the drow's naked bottom.<br><br>"Take my shorts off, baby.&nbsp; Nice and slow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>04-10-2005, 23:24:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley walks hand-in-hand with Trouble to the bed, then lets her hands glide slowly over Trouble's ass, caressing it gently as she gradually slides her shorts down those lean, powerful legs. Kneeling in front of Trouble, she casually tosses away the shorts and repeats her previous motion with Trouble's panties, then leans forward and places a soft kiss on her new lover's sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Isabelle Greenberg's Penthouse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>04-10-2005, 23:27:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Isabelle and Elizabeth both toast as well, with Elizabeth (the tall one) remaining mostly quiet as she stuffs her face with food. Isabelle drunkenly shakes her head sadly at her companions poor manners, and turns to you both. "You're welcome to eat as much as you'd like...take your pick from whatever 'beth hasn't inhaled yet (hic)...if you'd like though, we can adjou...ajer....adjourrrrrrn....ah fuck it. We can go to the living room. I've got satt...satta...I got cable (hic).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-10-2005, 23:51:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...oh..."<br><br>Trouble swallows, suddenly nervous.&nbsp; She wasn't expecting that, but she's clearly not upset about it either.<br><br>"I...uhm..."<br><br>She slides one hand between her thighs, cupping a breast in the other.<br><br>"Would you like to watch me?&nbsp; Or do you want to just, you know, play?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>04-10-2005, 23:59:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley looks up at Trouble quizzically, her finger casually tracing the outline of Trouble's labia. <br><br>"Watch you do what? I'm not sure I understand. I'm not doing anything wrong, am I? I mean, you said we could be friends, then I had to hide when your friends came by, then you guys decided to have an orgy, and since everyone knows you can't have a proper orgy without subs, I was going to be your sub, so you could impress your friends who you seemed kinda mad at. Then you started getting interested in that girl with the Draconic tattoos, and got mad at her, even though she was obviously on the leash of that other girl, and I was supposed to be your's, but that's okay, I'm not jealous....Ms. S always had at least 3 of us around...so anyway, then you started getting uncomfortable with being a Mistress, or something...I really want to be friends with you. So please, tell me, what is it that you want?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 00:09:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble blushes.<br><br>"No!&nbsp; You aren't doing anything wrong at all!&nbsp; I just...uhm...I've never really been a Mistress before, you know?&nbsp; And...I just...wanted to know if you wanted to be a little naughty...before we get each other off."<br><br>She clears her throat.<br><br>"Because I'm tempted to put you over my knee right now and give that cute little ass of yours a spanking, then make you ride my thigh while I pinch your nipples.&nbsp; Or order you to touch yourself while I put a toy up inside you and tease those sweet tits of yours..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 00:15:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley shrugs, still looking quite confused. "Hmm...no, I think I must have done something wrong...I thought you being my mistress was your idea. But we can talk about that later, if you want. I don't mind any of the things you just talked about, and if it would make you happy, I'd love to. That's what friends do for each other, right?" she says, slowly climbing onto your lap, her ass raised high in the air.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 00:19:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...okay, we misunderstood each other."<br><br>Trouble runs one hand gently over Ashely's petite ass.<br><br>"I don't mind.&nbsp; In fact, I...kind of like the idea."<br><br>She gives the elf a gentle, playful swat.<br><br>"A lot."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 00:21:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley jumps up a little, looking over her shoulder at you with a smile, her cheeks (both of them) reddening a bit. "It's okay, Trouble. It's my fault, I think...I kinda pushed you into this without thinking about it, and I'm sorry. I'll explain it to you later, but right now, lets just enjoy this." she says, wiggling her bottom as she settles back down on your lap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 00:26:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm..."<br><br>Trouble gives the little elf a harder swat.<br><br>"You like this, don't you?"<br><br>And another.&nbsp; And another.&nbsp; Then her free hand reaches around to grope Ashley's breasts, pinching her nipples.<br><br>"Gonna be Trouble's pet elfie, huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 00:36:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm used to it, and I like seeing you smile like that, more importantly." she says, moaning softly as your hand begins to caress her breasts. "And I really like this...hmm..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 00:43:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Should make you walk around here in nothing but a thong" SWAT! "and a collar.&nbsp; Make you touch yourself on command."&nbsp; SWAT!&nbsp; SWAT!&nbsp; "That make you wet, little elfie?"&nbsp; WHAP!&nbsp; "You like that thought?"&nbsp; SMACK!&nbsp; "Or should I just take you right on the floor, like a boy?"<br><br>In spite of her sudden aggressiveness, Trouble is still blushing badly.&nbsp; She's enjoying this, but it's still kind of...new and unusual for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 00:50:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley turns around to look at Trouble as her commands become louder and more aggressive, and immediately breaks into a soft giggle, that soon becomes a laugh. Rolling over so she's facing Trouble, she reaches up to caress the half-orc's cheek softly, still giggling a bit. "Don't try so hard...just enjoy yourself. To be honest, I started up with the 'slave' thing because...well...that's really the only way I know to be with someone. But maybe you know something I don't, and you can teach it to me, right?" she says, leaning up to softly lick the side of Trouble's face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 00:54:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aww, and I was just beginning to really enjoy myself!"<br><br>Scooping Ashley up and hugging the smaller woman, Trouble nibbles a delicately pointed ear.<br><br>"You just bring it out of me, I guess.&nbsp; But I <em>would</em> like to do that...watch you finger yourself, or parade around in nothing but a thong and a collar..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 00:58:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley waves her finger at you in mock sternness. "A thong? Tsk tsk...what kind of mistress are you? I should be wearing nothing but a collar!" she says with a smile. "And I was having fun too...I just don't want to...how do I put this? Corrupt you? Turn you into something you aren't...I never thought I could do that to someone, but it kinda seems like I've been dragging you into this. Or maybe I'm just talking too much, and this is exactly why I'm not usually allowed to talk..." she says, chuckling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-10-2005, 02:11:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, a thong.&nbsp; White satin would contrast so nicely on you."<br><br>Trouble's fingers close on Ashley's nipples again, pinching and rolling.<br><br>"I kinda like the little squeaky noises you make when I do this to you.&nbsp; Gets me all wet..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>06-10-2005, 12:49:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do *not* squeak!" she says, just before letting out another soft moan in response to Trouble's manipulations of her breasts. "And I still say a thong is going waaay too easy. If this makes you wet, maybe I should tell you the sort of stuff I used to do...I never thought that story would make someone horny, but..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-10-2005, 14:45:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You would rather have tweezer clamps on your clit and nipples?"<br><br>Trouble grins.<br><br>"Go on.&nbsp; I'm listening."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>06-10-2005, 19:40:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A standard four room loft across town in a nice area of town. Not much happens there, but then again. With Morene as a tenet, it tends to not get a chance to.<br><br><strong>Living Room</strong>: A basic living room set with clean white carpet, black leather furnature to contrast against the white walls and floors. The other tidbits of furnature appeared to be simple and effective. Nearly nondescript in design, but still. It sets it off. She owns a couch, sofa, glass coffee table and other asorted furnature for books.<br><br><br><strong>Kitchen</strong> Yet, another thing standard. Clean and effecient. The appliances are either black or white to contrast with the black and white checkerboard tile. A black fridge stands right next to the washer.&nbsp; Kitchen cabinets are solid white while the countertops are solid black.<br><br><br><strong>Bathroom</strong> Nothing really unique or extravagant about it. A simple bathroom with a shower instead of a tub. Sink and a mirror medicine cabinet. The decore is once again in white and black. Monochromatic seems to be the overall theme of the home.<br><br><strong>Bedroom</strong> Curiously, the largest room in the house with a seperate mini-room added to it within. A two person queen bed in the middle and subtle furnature. A TV sets infront of the bed. But curiously, the exiting stuff seems to be in the right corner of the room, a strange leather swing hangs from the cieling, as well a shelf of assorted sex toys (Both male and female toys) and a closet full of bondage-wear.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 01:02:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley makes a face. "Clamps are overrated...I know you were joking, but take it from someone with first-hand experience...not a lot of fun." she says, rolling over so that she is facing Trouble. Her left hand reaches down to casually caress the young half-orc's labia, her nimble elven fingertips dipping between them every once in a while, teasing her.<br><br>"Well...I'll tell you about one of the nicer things she did. I didn't think it was nice at the time, but it's relative, you know? About a month or so before I earned my current freedom, Ms. S was going to a party. I don't remember the occasion, but Ms. S had agreed to bring the 'entertainment'. She chose me. She said that the other partygoers were not for my eyes, so I was blindfolded, set on a leash, and dressed, if you can call it that, in an outfit that was basically just a few leather straps that covered my, uh, lady-business and nipples. I was also given a pair of high-heeled boots, so I knew I was going outside. She took me with her into her car...it was scary, walking around, towed behind her on a leash, unable to see anything. I knew we were just going to the car, and nobody would see me, but still, it seemed like I might trip and fall or something. We got to the car...it wasn't a long drive. She only had time to have me eat her out once before we'd arrived. We got out, and I could feel the night air blowing on my skin...I hadn't felt that cold since we came here. <br><br>The air got warmer, and I could feel that we were near a door...I heard some music in the background, and after a few twists and turns and bumping into people I couldn't see, we found her friends.<br><br>They were all seated in a circle, it seems, and I was instructed to service each of them, orally, until they tied a little ribbon around my arm, then I was to move on to the person on my right. If I had 12 ribbons before they finished their business discussions, I would be given a reward...I wasn't so sure about that last part. The last time I was given a "reward", I couldn't sit down for two days, but still, I had to obey."<br><br>Ashley looks over at Trouble, then down her her moist fingertips pushing in and out of Trouble's pussy. "Ah, forget about that story. I'll be able to pay off Ms. S by the end of this year, and then I'll be free for good. In the meantime, you and I can have some fun...I've never had sex with someone without her permission before. I'm going to enjoy this no matter what." she says, straddling Trouble's hips and kissing her deeply.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 02:08:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble's face has fallen while Ashley's story has unwound.&nbsp; Something about the very idea seems to disturb her a little...but now that Ashley's moving on, she gets cheerful again.<br><br>"But...you <em>do</em> like it when I...play with your pretty little nipples, don't you?&nbsp; They're so tempting..."<br><br>Elfin fingers make her moan softly.&nbsp; She returns the kiss pointedly, wrapping her strong arms around the drow.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Oh, Ashley, yes...please...I want you, elfie!&nbsp; Want to fuck you 'til you're weak and helpless, little girl!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 02:10:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong><em>Meanwhile Outside Trouble's Door...</em></strong><br><br><br>Morene hrmed for a few moments and then shrugged. "Alright, I need to go back to your place and get the rest of my things. We can take the bus or a cab to my place. It's across town." She smiled at Daisy as she almost acted as if she was a puppy and Daisy was the new prospective owner.<br><br>Morene started own her on as she headed down towards Daisy's appartment.<br><br>---&gt; To Daisy's Appartment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 02:35:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg)Daisy smiles and leads the way to her apartment, <em>"I can't wait to see what your place looks like!"</em>&nbsp; <br><br><br><div align="center">---&gt; To Daisy's Apartment</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 02:39:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg) Daisy reaches her door and unlocks the door, not bothering with a key,<em>"ok, here we are..."</em>&nbsp; she says, opening the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 02:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene would enter as she started to gather her things. Stopping for a moment to lace up her boots. She was quick to dress as she was to undress apparently. Coming out with her bag and her coat on. "Okay, I'm ready."<br><br>She smiled as she took Daisy's hand into her own as she headed down to the lobby with her. Then after that. She would hail a cab and would proceed towards her own home.<br><br>"Well, I hope you do like it. It's a bit of...boring if you'd say that. It's been a while since I had company."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Diasy's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 03:35:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg) Locking the door behind her, Daisy smiles,<em>"I'm sure I will..."</em>&nbsp; She smiles even more when Morene takes charge and leads them both down to the lobby and outside fopr a cab...<br><br>---&gt;To Morene's Apartment
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 03:48:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the cab drives for a few minutes to a quater of an hour. She sure did far away from where Daisy was. She got out of the cab, paid the man and helped Daisy out. <br><br>She fished out her keys as she walks to the steps. Walking up it. "We're on the top floor."<br><br>Said Morene as she climbed the stairs up a few flights with ease and no fatigue. She unlocked her door and slipped out of her boots. Stepping in to the place as she grabbed her boots from the outside, putting them inside next to her coat which she took off and hung on the rack. The woman started to strip even more. "Make yourself at home, take off all your clothes if you wish..." she murmured "I know I will." She smiled as she started to head towards her bedroom, already slipped off her top. "You know, the last time I had a bra fitted for me.. I found out I was an EE cup."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 21:09:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=1827.msg57008#msg57008">Quote from: MadPanda on 07-10-2005, 02:08:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Trouble's face has fallen while Ashley's story has unwound.&nbsp; Something about the very idea seems to disturb her a little...but now that Ashley's moving on, she gets cheerful again.<br><br>"But...you <em>do</em> like it when I...play with your pretty little nipples, don't you?&nbsp; They're so tempting..."<br><br>Elfin fingers make her moan softly.&nbsp; She returns the kiss pointedly, wrapping her strong arms around the drow.<br><br>"Oh!&nbsp; Oh, Ashley, yes...please...I want you, elfie!&nbsp; Want to fuck you 'til you're weak and helpless, little girl!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Ashley places her right hand on Trouble's cheek and kisses her softly on the lips, smiling. "I didn't tell you the story to bring you down...it's a long story, but I live on my own now, and I've got a thing going with one of her friends...just a few more months at this ad sales job, and I'll never see her again. Heck, I never see her now...I think she'd have gotten rid of me for free, if it wouldn't have made her look bad. As for that last thing you said...tall order, honey. Tall order...lets see you try." she says, rolling onto the bed and pulling Trouble on top of her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 21:21:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're sure?&nbsp; Uh, I mean..."<br><br>Trouble blushes.<br><br>"I'm kinda heavy."<br><br>But she gives Ashley a nice, long, deep kiss anyway, keeping as much of her weight off the little elf as she can.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>07-10-2005, 23:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg) Daisy smiles as she looks over Morene's place.&nbsp; She kicks off her shoes and starts stripping as she walks around, getting a better look at the apartment, <em>"nice place..."</em>&nbsp; As she removes a piece, she drops it to the floor.&nbsp; Once she is nude, she sits on the couch, legs up on the cushions, legs crossed at her ankles, leaning back on her hands.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>08-10-2005, 02:51:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Daisy would notice a peculiar picture on the glass coffee table infront of her. It was a picture of Morene and a man, a rather...attractive man. With long flowing silver locks and a pristine smile. They were at the beach when this picture was taken. Morene in a skimpy bikini and the guy in a pair of red swim trunks.<br><br>Morene walked off into her bedroom. "Thank you." She smiled as she would wait for a few moments before coming out of the place, dressed in a pair of white cotton panties and a burgundy night shirt. "Well, looks like you made yourself comfortable. I just had to get the fuck out of all that leather. I like wearing it sure, but not -all- the time. Just when I go out. It's more protective then regular clothes." She'd sit down next to Daisy on the couch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>08-10-2005, 16:51:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg) Daisy, still lounging sideways on the couch, scoots onto Morene's lap, leaning on one arm, while the other is draped over her abdomen/waist, <em>"leather can be fun, but in my line of 'work' it's often to heavy.&nbsp; Soft cotton or silk tends to work better, more form fitting..."</em>&nbsp; Sitting up, she puts an arm around Morene's neck, her other hand pressed lightly against her tummy, <em>"who's the man in the picture?"</em>&nbsp; Her voice is soft and soothing as she speaks, obviously curious...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>08-10-2005, 21:08:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That man...?" She sighed as she reached over, picking up the picture. Massaging it lovingly for only a brief moment before sighing. "That is Ezekiel..." She paused for a few moments. "My husband..." Wait a tic here! Did she just say she had a husband?<br><br>"He's been missing for nearly have a decade now. He vanished during a mission we were on together. They always did say it was a bad idea to fall in love with a fellow agent... but, I didn't heed the advice...and look at me now." She was speaking all of this with tears forming in her eyes. Her hands were trembling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>08-10-2005, 21:20:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg) Daisy looks at Morene as she speaks, and without a word, puts her arms around her, hugging her, <em>"I'm sorry for your loss Morene..."</em>&nbsp; She pulls Morene's head to her shoulder, one hand stroking her hair, rocking gently, <em>"it's ok Morene, it's ok to cry."</em>&nbsp; Her voice remains soft and soothing, comforting, and sincere...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>10-10-2005, 05:52:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene simply sighed as she would weep against Daisy's shoulder. Hugging into her firmly as she moved back and forth with her. Sniffling as she speaks. "I...I don't even k-k-know... if he is dead. He he he he---" She started crying once again as she balled out her eyes, it's been a while since this strong woman has obviously cried. Hugging firmly into Daisy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>10-10-2005, 05:57:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg) Daisy says nothing, just sits there on Morene's lap, hugging her and rocking.&nbsp; She lets Morene cry, letting her get it out of her system...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>10-10-2005, 05:58:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few moments of crying, she would finally hush up. Trying to smile. "You would have liked him Daisy if you liked cock. He was real big...he knew how to use it." She cracked a weak smile. "We were...kind of like swingers I guess. We'd use special interrigation on prisoners." She gave a faint blush, you'd know what type of "interrigation" that was.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>10-10-2005, 22:56:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley looks up at Trouble with an amused smile, slowly wrapping her legs around Trouble's waist and pulling her closer, kissing her long and deeply. "Silly...you aren't going to crush me....and we can switch positions later if you like." she says, moaning softly as she begins to rub her own vulva against Trouble's. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>11-10-2005, 00:26:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble sighs and allows herself to be coaxed.&nbsp; Grinding her mound against Ashley's, she savors the kiss.<br><br>"Yeah.&nbsp; You on top.&nbsp; I like that idea..."<br><br>Shifting to increase the friction between them, she presses down and grinds a little harder.&nbsp; Giggling between low, soft gasps of pleasure, she teases one finger along the elf's cheek and mouth.<br><br>"Maybe I should go toy shopping tomorrow?&nbsp; Buy you a nice suprise."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>12-10-2005, 01:58:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg) Daisy smiles at Morene, <em>"there are worse ways of getting information..."</em>&nbsp; She nuzzles the side of Morene's face, before moving back to look into her eyes.&nbsp; She uses her fingers to comb Morene's hair and then softly kisses each eye.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>12-10-2005, 04:39:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah. I prefer that way over what I do now. Back then, mmm. It was good getting laid so much." She chuckled and smiled at Daisy, nuzzling in to her. "I don't know why I like you a lot...but, I feel calm with you. As I did with my husband. I guess, just the familiar feelings is what stirs me." She sighed for a moment. "But don't get me wrong, I do enjoy new experiences."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>12-10-2005, 10:04:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg) Daisy shifts on Morene's lap, facing her, legs straddling her torso as she sits on her lap.&nbsp; She chuckles softly as she rests her forehead against Morene's, <em>"not too many people feel so comfortable with a thief pressing against them..."</em>&nbsp; Pressing her body against Morene, she presses her lips to Morene's, turning her head back and forth slightly, letting her lips brush against Morene's.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>12-10-2005, 13:14:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aww, being on top means doing all the work!" Ashley whines jokingly, thrusting her hips upward to meet Trouble halfway, gasping for breath as she pulls the young half-orc on top of her with a passionate embrace, then rolls over playfully, perching straddled atop Trouble's hips. Her hands roam across Trouble's large breasts with abandon, squeezing and manipulating the fleshy orbs with a playfulness that melts the tension of the earlier conversation. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>12-10-2005, 14:39:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aahhhhh...but...but the view is so nice!"<br><br>Trouble giggles and slides her hands down to Ashley's hips, pulling the elf firmly against her.<br><br>"And I like looking at you, Ashley.&nbsp; Know what I'd like more?&nbsp; The feel of your pretty little pussy grinding against mine!&nbsp; I wanna watch you come, baby girl."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>12-10-2005, 21:31:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She wrapped her arms about Daisy's waist. Pulling her closer to herself. Giving a bit of a chuckle. "But, I'm not the ordinary person...as well...only three places to really hide anything on you since you're naked." She grinned and patted your bottom before caught off guard, gasping in the midst of the kiss as with a lick afterwards. "Mmm..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>16-10-2005, 00:43:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg) Daisy smiles and wiggles her bottom, <em>"sounds like you intend a body cavity search..."</em>&nbsp; One arm still around Morene, she reaches up with the other to lightly stroke her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>16-10-2005, 17:06:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene smiled with a light chuckle, obviously amused. "Mmm, yes, body cavity searches are always more fun on women anyway." She grinned. "It's been a while since I've done anything of the like, so of course... it's going to be fun." She laughed as she pressed her temple against your's as she held you close.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>16-10-2005, 17:38:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg) Daisy nuzzles your temple, <em>"hmmm... this just won't do..."</em>&nbsp; She reaches down and pulls Morene's shirt up and over her breasts, but not all the way off.&nbsp; Pressing her slight busom against Morene's, she coos softly, <em>"mmm... much better..."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>16-10-2005, 18:00:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene blinked and then chuckled. Smiling nearly ear to ear. "Well, well, apparently the lil' Asian wants the feel of big tits, eh?" She smirked as her hands delicately ran up and down your back. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>17-10-2005, 05:30:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg) Daisy nuzzles Morene, <em>"mmm... that feels wonderful..."</em>&nbsp; She shivers a little, the wonderful sensation also tickling her a little, <em>"well, I need something to balance out my small ones..."</em>&nbsp; She giggles softly, pressing her slight busom against Morene's much more impressive one.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>17-10-2005, 08:24:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckled as our breasts smush up together. Her nipple rings pressing into your soft flesh. "I think you just wanted an excuse to get me topless again." She giggled at that as she watches you curiously.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>17-10-2005, 12:20:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley massages Trouble's breasts in slow, circular motions, squeezing those soft, fleshy globes with great care as she continues to thrust and grind her hps against her new lover. Pleasure runs through her like eletricity as the delicate flesh of her clitoris caresses against Trouble's firm body, the natural juices flowing from her womanhood making it easy for her to glide atop the orc's body, her nerves on fire as the first wave of her orgasm washes over her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-10-2005, 15:14:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, wow..."<br><br>Taking the elf-girl's slender waist in her strong hands, Trouble 'helps' by pulling the little drow more firmly against her.<br><br>"Gonna come?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>18-10-2005, 01:05:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashey doesn't answer, gasping for breath instead as her hip buck and slide passionately against Trouble's, her tongue licking slowly up the side of the young orc's neck and face as Ashley rides her with animalistic lust. She grasps Trouble's body tightly as she shudders with the pleasure of release, collapsing breathlessly onto Trouble's chest for a moment as she catches her breath. Panting desperately, she lets her fingers thrust deeply into Trouble's hot, slippery pussy, gradually adding in one more finger, then two, until she is actually fisting her lover wrist-deep with slow, gentle precision.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>18-10-2005, 01:33:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg) Daisy giggles softly, one hand stroking the back of your head, the other stroking lightly between your shoulder blades, <em>"that must be it... just wanted to get your shirt off again..."</em>&nbsp; She kisses and nibbles her way from your lips to your shoulder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-10-2005, 01:47:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"AHH!!!&nbsp; Oh...oh, wow...oooohhhhh, yeah....nobody's ever...uhm..."<br><br>Trouble giggles, leaning back and shifting her hips to give Ashley a better angle.<br><br>"Can I...oooo...feel your tongue on my clit, too, baby?&nbsp; You wanna make me come good and hard for you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZK</strong> on <strong>20-10-2005, 22:41:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morene chuckled as she massaged Daisy's soft, pert ass. "You know, I don't get you... I mean, I've spurned poor Trouble so many times and yet, you still want me. May I ask, why?" She peered at Daisy curiously as she holds her there, a percomplexed look spreading across her features.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>21-10-2005, 12:02:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We have to be patient...believe me, you look delicious right now." she says, slowly pushing her hand into Trouble, going deep this time, past the wrist just a little, and letting it linger there, wiggling her fingers ever so slightly within. With an even slower motion, she pulls her hand back out, casually licking her fingers and savoring the taste. "Mmm...now it's time." she says, placing Trouble's legs on her shoulders as she bends down to lick at the half-orc's wet pussy, her tongue gliding over those slickened labia, the tip of her tongue dabbing gently at Trouble's clitoral hood. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-10-2005, 14:47:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Uhmmmmm...yeah...oh, baby, you make me want to do things to you...aaaahhhhhhh, that's..."<br><br>Trouble goes incoherent for a few minutes, working up to what promises to be an intense climactic experience.&nbsp; ;)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Morene's Loft (located across town)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkos</strong> on <strong>22-10-2005, 18:07:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a50/Valkos/daisy.jpg) Daisy chuckles softly, <em>"sex is easy enough to find.&nbsp; All I need to do is go out someplace and wiggle my ass a little bit.&nbsp; What I like is more than just sex, especially if someone poses a bit of a challenge.&nbsp; You have an air of mystery about you, which I find highly enticing, regardless of sex.&nbsp; I'm also curious what it will take to get you beyond light petting and foreplay and get down to 'exploring' each other in a more intimate fashion..."</em>&nbsp; She rests her head on Morene's shoulder, continueing to lightly stroke her back and head.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>17-01-2006, 05:34:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The agile, supple drow deftly slides herself on top of Trouble, her hands cupping and caressing the half-orc's ample breasts as she thrusts her hips against Trouble's loins, savoring the mutual pleasure it creates.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-01-2006, 05:51:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmmm..."<br><br>Trouble blushes and gasps at Ashley's ministrations.<br><br>"You...ahhhh...you like toys, pet?&nbsp; 'Cause I wanna put one in you...watch you come...nice and slow.&nbsp; Just for me."<br><br>Holding one of the drow's tiny hands against her breast, she bites her lower lip for a moment.<br><br>"Pinch my nipples, baby?&nbsp; It feels so good when...uhm...oooo...yeah!&nbsp; Right there..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>22-09-2006, 21:03:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley leans down, drawing Trouble's left nipple between her lips and flicking her tongue over the tip as she holds it in place with her teeth, applying just the slightest amount of pressure. Her hands firmly grip Trouble's ass now, pulling herself closer to the muscular half-orc, riding her with a slow, gentle motion. She stays there, suckling from Trouble's breast, enjoying the shared pleasure of rubbing her sex against her lover's for a few moments before she lets the nipple fall out of her mouth. Looking at Trouble lustfully, she licks her ear and whispers.<br><br>"Toys? I'd must rather feel <strong>you</strong> inside of me...your tongue, your fingers, pushing inside of me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-09-2006, 21:39:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How many fingers can you take, baby?"<br><br>Trouble licks her chops, regarding her new girlfriend through half-closed eyes.<br><br>"I can always use the toys later, if you're a good girl.&nbsp; Or a bad girl, depending."<br><br>Teasing one finger alongside Ashely's mound, Trouble nibbles at one dainty pointed ear.&nbsp; Bringing her other hand up to pinch the drow's nipples firmly, she drops her mouth to bite and suck the girl's neck.<br><br>"Still wanna tie you up, make you come all night long..."<br><br>And then, grinning wickedly, she works one finger inside Ashley's tightness.<br><br>"Ooooo, elfie's all wet!&nbsp; Did I do that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>26-09-2006, 20:13:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley reddens a little, looking away bashfully. "Well, my boss used to stick her whole fist in, but...I think I'd like it better if you started with just a couple of fingers, and work it up from there." she says softly. "One thing about working there, though...I've become rather fond of being tied up, so you're sure to get your wish." she continues, winking at you seductively. <br><br>Ashley gasps pleasurably as your finger slides between her soft, silken labia. You feel the warm, moist walls of her pussy clench around your finger, holding you gently. She slowly rocks her hips back and forth against your finger, her eyes looking deeply into your's as she enjoys every contour of you inside of her. Leaning down, she kisses your breasts, making her way back towards your nipples, licking them in small circles with the tip of her tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-09-2006, 21:04:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah?&nbsp; How about this?"<br><br>Trouble reaches around and presses one finger from her other hand against Ashley's anus, not yet penetrating the small elf.<br><br>"Like that, too?&nbsp; Keep sucking my nipples and I'll give you more, baby."<br><br>She slides a second finger inside the girl's pussy, pressing her thumb against the clit.<br><br>"Naughty little elf.&nbsp; Gonna fuck you in the shower."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>26-09-2006, 23:22:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley jumps up in surprise, coming down forcefully on Trouble's fingers, driving them deeper into her sex. Ashley squeals with shocked delight, squeezing Trouble tightly with her thighs and sliding herself down so that her face is level with Trouble's breasts. Reaching up to cradle the round, soft contours of the young half-orc's left breast. Ashley slowly drew Trouble's cool, erect nipple between her lips, caressing the sensitive flesh with her tongue as her lips closed tightly, forming a seal. She lay there, cuddled next to her lover, her new master, suckling as happily as any child.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-09-2006, 01:43:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oooo, that's it.&nbsp; Want it deeper in your tight little ass, huh?"<br><br>The finger presses slowly inside Ashley, violating her up to the first knuckle, and the half-orc laughs softly at her girl's expression.<br><br>"Wanna take you like this, baby...right up your naughty little ass, pushing you against the tile, hearing you moan for me...tie you up, maybe?&nbsp; Or let you touch yourself while I push deep inside you."<br><br>Pressing her two fingers as deep into the drow's pussy as they'll go, Trouble wiggles them inside the elf.<br><br>"You'd like that, huh?&nbsp; Me taking you with a strap on?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>27-09-2006, 21:43:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley nods quickly, licking her lips hungrily. Her tight ass squeezes your finger. "Yeah...do you really want to? I was afraid of my other mistress, but you...I'd love to be your pet." she says, holding her wrists in front of her for you to bind. "You can tie me up and take me wherever you want."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-09-2006, 21:50:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah...yeah, I really want to tie you up, hold you in my lap, make you come for me."<br><br>Trouble kisses Ashley on the lips, giggling to herself.<br><br>"Want you helpless, little elfie!&nbsp; Helpless and squirming with your pretty little pussy and tight ass filled with a pair of vibrators while I pinch your pretty little nipples until you squeak...oh, yeah.&nbsp; That'd be sweet, watching you come like that!"<br><br>Her finger slides another knuckle-length up Ashely's ass and wiggles.<br><br>"Or should I make you get on all fours and rub yourself while I finger your ass?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>29-09-2006, 22:17:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley playfully nips at your breast, then turns to look up at you, her head still resting on your chest. "You're so indecisive...we've got plenty of time together. I'm sure we'll have time to do it all eventually." Turning over, she straddles your torso and sits up, looking at you eye to eye. "How about I run a bath for you, and you can decide while I'm bathing you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-09-2006, 22:20:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not indecisive, Ashley.&nbsp; I just want to do <em>everything</em>, all at once!&nbsp; It's so hard to pick just one thing."<br><br>Trouble blushes, releasing her new lover.<br><br>"A bath sounds lovely.&nbsp; Normally I just shower, but...yeah."<br><br>She licks her lips and smiles at her pretty new pet.<br><br>"And you could tell me some more stories while you, uh, wash my back."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>29-09-2006, 22:51:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley bounds off towards the bathroom to begin running the bath. After a few minutes, she calls you in. It looks like she tidied up the bathroom a bit, and the tub is filled with scented pink bubbles. Some thin fabric has been used to make a makeshift lampshade for the bathroom light, casting a soft glow over the room. Ashley herself is waiting for you in the tub, her dusky, dark skin glistening in the soft light of the bathroom, her wet hair slicked back and clinging to her neck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-09-2006, 03:20:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Making her way to the bathroom on slightly unsteady legs, Trouble leans in the doorway and gawks at the results.<br><br>"Wow...you...all this, so quickly?&nbsp; It looks great!"<br><br>Grinning at little Ashley, the half-orc slides into the hot water, grunting with animal pleasure.<br><br>"...ooooo, that's good!&nbsp; I should be pampered like this every day..."<br><br>Leaning over to kiss the little drow on the cheek, Trouble cradles the girl's face in her hands for a moment.&nbsp; Repeating the kiss, this time on Ashley's petal-soft lips, the butch tough-girl then leans back against the far side of the tub and sighs happily.<br><br>"You're really something, you know that?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>03-10-2006, 01:41:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley beamed proudly at Trouble's compliments, her sky eyes wide and glassy, her cheeks darkening into a slight blush. "I'm glad you like it. I tried to fix things up a little. The Mi--err, that is, my old boss was very strict about her surroundings. I'm sorry to keep bringing her up, it's just that, well...that's pretty much all I know about this place. I've been working for her most of my life, even in the old country. But I can tell you that later, and only if you want to hear it." she says, playfully splashing you to change the subject. "So what do you want me to wash first?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-10-2006, 02:01:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmmm...wash my tits first, baby girl."<br><br>Trouble leers at her little lover.<br><br>"I like your hands on me."<br><br>Then she slides one ankle up out of the water, just over the edge of the tub.<br><br>"And if you're a good girl, I might let you finger me anywhere you like."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>03-10-2006, 02:30:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley reached over for a washcloth, soaking it in the bathwater before soaping it up. She moved gracefully through the water, gliding between Trouble's legs, her stomach resting lightly against her lover's vulva. Resisting the urge to suck on Trouble's titties first, she gently lathered the half-orc's firm, round breasts, her nimble fingers pushing the soapy cloth into every crease, thoroughly cleansing the skin and leaving it soft and fragrant. Her hands moved slowly, gently massaging the breasts in circular motions, tracing and re-tracing her steps until she is sure that she hasn't missed anything, then moving to the side, playfully tickling Trouble's armpits with the washcloth. Then, while her lover is distracted, she traced her index finger between Trouble's tight labia under the water, boldly shoving it inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-10-2006, 02:42:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh!&nbsp; Oooo, naughty!&nbsp; C'mere, baby."<br><br>Trouble grabs Ashely's hair, pulling the girl closer for a tongue-filled kiss.<br><br>"Feeling like being really naughty?"<br><br>Kissing her way around to nibble one pointy ear, the half-orc licks and blows in the drow's ear for a moment before whispering, "Finger my ass while I rub my clit...watch me come."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>06-10-2006, 08:38:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				ooc: Sorry about the delay.<br><br>Ashley leaned into Trouble, pressing their breasts tightly together. She embraced the half-orc closely, her fingers sliding down her back and between her cheeks, pulling them apart and sliding a slim, long finger against Trouble's tight rosebud. Pushing a little harder, she began to penetrate the tight sphincter, pushing in half of her finger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-10-2006, 15:01:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Trouble moans quietly.<br><br>"Ooohhhhh, that's so good..."<br><br>Sliding one hand down her taut belly to tease herself, she licks her lips and smiles at Ashley.<br><br>"That feels real good, baby!&nbsp; Real good.&nbsp; Makes me wonder how your tongue would feel...right there...should make you do that for me every night when I get back from work.&nbsp; Just...ooooo...take my jeans down and eat me 'til I've had enough of your sweet, sweet tongue..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>08-10-2006, 23:19:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ashley looks at you lovingly, and blushes a little. "You want me to lick your ass? Well, okay. Turn over in the tub and arch your back, okay master? It's okay if I call you master, right? I'm just kinda used to doing that when I'm...you know." she says, still rubbing your anus with her finger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>09-10-2006, 04:37:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"N-not...ahhhhh...not yet, baby girl..."<br><br>Trouble rubs herself faster.<br><br>"In bed...mmmmmmmm...yeah, your finger's good for now...aaaahhhhh, gonna..."<br><br>The half-orc's muscles suddenly tighten around Ashley's finger.&nbsp; Her back arches and she moans long and loud as an orgasm wracks her body!<br><br>"Fuuuuuhhhhhhh-ck...!"<br><br>Settling back into the cooling water with a happy, sleepy smile, she gazes up at her dark-skinned, pointy-eared lover.<br><br>"That was...ahh, I think you bring out my inner pervert, little girl!&nbsp; We should probably finish up before the water gets cold, though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>16-10-2006, 06:11:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				ooc: I'm at kind of a loss as to how to continue. :-\<br><br>suggestions?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-10-2006, 06:14:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Plot?&nbsp; *laugh*&nbsp; Well, there's always trying to con...er...persuade the nice frustrated gnome landlady into rearranging the leases.&nbsp; For this immediate bit, poor Trouble's going to want a good cuddle after her bath and we can skip to the next day or so...)<br><br>(Perhaps a bit of unpleasantness involving Ashley's former lover / boss?)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vice</strong> on <strong>18-10-2006, 04:20:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I had thought of that, but I didn't want to squash the fun with elfy emo-whining. Hmm...what games are you in these days, btw? I'm thinking perhaps we can wrap up this particular scene, and move on from there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble's Apartment</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>18-10-2006, 14:55:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Awwww...don't want to give the poor, frustrated gnome a little accidental fun?&nbsp; (laugh)<br>That's cool.<br><br>Mostly doing one-on-ones right now, alas.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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