Posted by Gywall

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Posted by Cynthia

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So is your mother.

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Actually, my dear sentient AI. I'm not sure you've met her.

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That would be correct, and to be honest I have no intention to meet her.

Lili's, on the other hand. Just because I was told "meeting the inlaws" was a thing, or something.

That sounded bad.

This post has no other purpose but to make the coming triple post look less like one. Thank you for your understanding.

Is it can be strangely formatted joke time yet?

Did somebody mention naughty girls?

Why aren't I in the list?

I'd like to see you try and stop me. Do you think you could?

Cynthia suddenly appears behind Caionna, and gives her and Natalie a friendly nod as she walks over to the bar, leaving the distinct smell of ozone where she appeared.

"Danna has things to do", Cynthia explains. "I don't really understand about half of what he said, but it was something about cosmic retcons and headaches. When the scanners indicated the new tavern location, I thought I'd 'port down for the usual tasks. I'm sure danna'll be around eventually."

It's times like these that I enjoy having the option to delete things.

Is there anything you would like to utterly forget?

In seconds, Cynthia pulls a rifle out from the front of her shirt that shouldn't realistically fit there, jumps over the counter and bounds out the door.

She nods at the cyclops in greeting, slides back a dial on the side of her weapon, and mows down the baddies with what seems to be a low-power energy beam.

"Stun setting", Cynthia clarifies.

Posted by Liliana

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Wait... Cynthia?

Kawa, what have you done?

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My name is not Abbot.

Twenty/fifty, as per the default. Read up to five posts backwards, five threads forwards. Unless given a specific thread to read.

Let's play a game.


I'm in my personal relaxation chamber (bedroom). The door outside to the rest of the homeship is stuck.

A personal bathroom is to the east, a stuck door to the south.


Enter command: >_

> Take inventory of room and inventory.

That's a strange sentence. But okay.

In this room, I see a comfortable bed that's about three times my own size, a cabinet full of toys and knick-knacks, a comfortable chair, a media player, some scattered pillows and sheets, a treasure chest (locked), and a taller cabinet full of clothes.

I am carrying my clothes (worn), no shoes, and Max the Rabbit (closed).


Enter command: >_

> Go EAST to personal bathroom.

I'm now in my bathroom. It's nice, not quite as large as the main bathroom (read: swimming pool), and it has little dark blue tiles all over. A rather oversized cornflower blue towel hangs on a hook along one wall. A set of smaller ones in various pastels sit in a rack next to the large blue towel. Fake but convincing candles burn along various edges, providing the only light in the room (if the door back to the relaxation chamber weren't still open). A comfortably large bathtub sits along the wall opposite of the towels. It is seriously recessed into the floor, leaving the edge to reach only up to my knees. There's a soft but constant flow of comfortably hot water. There's a washbasin along the remaining wall.


Enter command: >_