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Thread: Meet the Author [Goody + incendo]

Mara. The name was just as frustrating as the look of her no memories but it niggled at him as familiar. Mahon felt like he should know it. Her familiarity as well bolstered this odd sensation of connection between them, the touch of her hand upon his armored chest, like that of a lover. On the one hand, he was offended by her assumption in the gesture. On the other, there was the pesky feeling of closeness and a sexual tension already crackling between them. Whether he knew her really or not, Mara had caught his eye, and with the way her startling emerald eyes stroked him, just as her hand subtly did, Mahon knew she was attracted to him as well. He did trust her. Without much push or shove but she especially forced him to flinch and gape at her as she named the blade at his side. Glancing down, Claw glistened with a cocky, white glow, almost as if it recognized her too. Further, Mara's threat of the guards taking him away - where did she mean? Did this peaceful place have no trial system? Did aggressors automatically get thrown into a dungeon? ...well, he supposed an element of that made sense. Low tolerance for trouble might just be the true key to the peace and prosperityand lack of weapons that he saw around him - forced Mahon to shoot a look towards them behind her , assessing their tension and readiness. He'd been treated fairly so far, but looking at them now, Mahon understood he'd run out of time. Not that he was scared of men who held no weapons, but he believed Mara when she impressed upon him the damage they could do. He'd not come here to fight and Mara clearly had the answers he needed and knew him enough to extend him this help. As you wish it, m'lady, he said respectfully, nodding at her. Holding his scabbard, Mahon slipped Claw away with a beautiful, triumphant hissing shriek as it slid home in its sheath. Looking up at each of the men still watching, Mahon inclined his head in respect to them, gracious for their patience with this foreigner. You can help me, though, Mahon said to Mara, confident in this, even as it subtly held a threat. She would give him answers. If you promise to answer all of my questions, then I will go with you. Putting his helmet back on, he looked at her expectantly , chest puffed out and head held high, ready to follow her to her manor or castle or wherever she resided.
Thread: Meet the Author [Goody + incendo]

-she felt the collective tensing behind her again as he lifted the sword to sheath it. But her attention was on Mahon and it stayed there, hoping Mendelssohns men didnt get trigger happy. Ok. Her composure had been steady, if not a little tense herself. Not so certain that she could talk him down before her time was up. When he acquiesced her request, a smile began to form but it was him calling her milady that finally broke her and a giggle escaped her unbidden and unexpectedly. Her free hand rising to tuck her hair behind her ear as her cheeks flushed softly. She heard the collective sighs of relief as the sharp and distinct sound echoed vaguely in the otherwise emptied bar. She glanced over her shoulder, a soft pursing of her lips as a quiet whew huffed from her lips. She found Mendelssohn standing at the opened tavern door, straightening from his relaxed lean, a perplexed wrinkle of his brow before one rose in disbelief. He toyed with the toothpick between his teeth. He hadnt thought shed accomplish what his men hadnt been able to do. The man in question had seemed unstable at best, friend or not of hers, hed seen far too many go sideways. He glanced down at his watch and huffed with a shake of his head. Less than five minutes. She just flashed the Chief a dimpled grin and turned back to Mahon. Softly widened, doe like eyes gazed at him a moment before she nodded softly.- I promise I will answer your questions as best as I can, Mahon. Shall we? -she was a little disappointed that hed put his helmet back on but in the same thought, considered it best. There were news cameras out there, just waiting for the rest of the juicy story. To get a full glimpse of the man that was causing so much trouble. If they hadnt already gotten a shot of his full face, it was best to keep it out of the lime light. She turned, letting her hand drop from his chest. Warm fingers slid against his forearm, stopping at his wrist. Only to guide him through the officers as they stepped back out of the way. She led him over the glass and back out into the shine of the day. Mendelssohn approached and snorted, casting Mara a sideways glance.- How about you keep a leash on him and dont let him wander anymore until hes sober, Mara, yeah? -and then he looked at Mahon with a stern pinch of his brow.- And dont let me catch you tearing up anywhere else in my city. Well toss you in the tank without a second thought next time. -he said gruffly, holding his gaze steady on Mahon a second before dropping back and making his way toward his officers and an older dark skinned gentleman that had appeared. He needed to talk to the bars owner and give him Maras information. Mara nodded at Mendelssohn and breathed a sigh of relief as he turned and left them. She glanced briefly at Mahon before she led him back in the direction shed come from, back toward her car a block down.-
Thread: Meet the Author [Goody + incendo]

-she murmured something about Bear indeed being a tiny little demon at times.- Especially when strange men shoo her away when shes trying to make friends. -she said pointedly and then nodded at his preferred meal of choice. She knew, she just didnt have any of those things to really make for him. She wanted to, to give him at least some symbolence of normalcy here in this strange situation. A hand pat against his chest once and she smiled brightly as she chuckled.- Well, prepare to be impressed but later I will get the things needed to make the other as well, ok? Ill make it for you later this week. As for your clothes, yes you do but here, clothes are a little different and most people wear different clothes each day and if we have to go out again at any point, youll need clothes to....blend in. -and shed have to work on a few other things with him, to try to help him blend in while he was here, though...she loathed the idea of trying to change him at all. Plus, what if he wasnt here for that long? She hated that thought as much as she hated the idea of trying to make him fit in in this day and age. However, she recognized that....he could disappear as suddenly as hed appeared. Her brow furrowed softly, the happy expression falling sadly and she quickly turned her attention to the blank tv screen, her thumb hovering over the on button, nodding at his simple declaration that hed prefer to stay standing. When he asked again how she knew of Gammon and Jais and Lily, she bit her bottom lip. A soft sigh escaping her, her tongue darting out to press against her top lip briefly.- I did promise and Im still trying to figure out how to explain it without thoroughly confusing you even more. Also, its called a Car, Moe. We dont call them carriages here. Not those anyways. We do have carriages, drawn by horses still but most people drive cars. Anyways....if youll come sit down, Ill try to explain how I know all of you and Tiger too. -she herself settled down onto the couch, turning the tv on as she did. Even if they were talking, she wanted it on to see if there were any news reports of another....surprise visitor. Setting the remote back onto the coffee table, she turned her attention toward Mahon again and pat the cushion next to her.-
Thread: Meet the Author [Goody + incendo]

That was certainly true. Everyone here dressed in strange, short tunics and pants made out of odd, blue material. And no one carried around any form of weaponry or armor, the only one being the man with that pestering woman who threatened them. So, even though it was odd, Mahon was willing to allow her to purchase whatever was necessary to help him fit in among their people, especially if it kept them from showing undue interest in him. Mahon was still wary as Mara continued to dance around the subject of her knowledge of him and the people in his life. But he could tell she was trying and that there was a genuine struggle for her in making sense of it all. Maybe it was as incomprehensible as him trying to explain the vortex that had captured himself and Gammon? When his son's name passed from her lips, Mahon gave her a look, blinking hesitantly. Really, he wanted to remain standing, to demand these answers from her. But Tiger was his precious one, the light of his life, taken too early from him. Hardly ever did he speak of the boy, the pain too great from having lost him, and usually he never spoke aloud the lads name, giving it a sacred status in his own mind. This woman...she knew too much. Giving Mara a penetrating look, Mahon came over to the seat she offered him beside her, hesitating a final moment before slowly sinking down to sit perched on the cushion. He'd hardly been paying attention to her fiddling with the tiny black box as it was, completely dismissing it once the dreaded, hurtful name passed her lips. So, he wasn't really aware of the other voices coming through the window until they interrupted him. Tell me. What do you know of my-- Are you tired of the same old eggs? Mahon blinked and turned to the disembodied voice, his eyes searching for the origin. Pardon? Are you looking for a way to spice up your breakfast? Finally, Mahon's attention drifted to the large black window on the wall. But...it was strange. The people he saw through it moved too quickly, blinking in and out of existence in a strange way. A woman in a gray room stood frustrated with some pans on the counter, cooking what appeared to be eggs, although Mahon could not see the fire, so, had no idea how she was doing that. Then she suddenly vanished, her pan shown through the window, the eggs she was cooking looking unappealing for some reason. Mahon shook his head softly, brow furrowed in consternation, not understanding how he was seeing this. Then you need the Morning Eggsecuter! the voice through the window said. Suddenly color blossomed outside and the frustrated woman from before reappeared, much happier now, using a complex contraption to cook eggs in some mysterious, fantastical way. I don't... I don't want that... Mahon said in complaint, even as the voice continued to describe the benefits of the machine to him. I said 'no'! We're trying to talk. Please, leave us. It felt so invasive to have these people interrupting their private conversation through the window, and Mahon glanced at Mara, disturbed by the obscene rudeness of her other guests.
Thread: Meet the Author [Goody + incendo]

-inwardly, she flinched at the look she received at the mention of his sons name. She shifted on the couch cushion under the penetrating look, her free hand sliding beneath her thigh to keep herself from fidgeting and to keep her palm from sweating. Her lips pursed inward, her mind rolling over what she should say to him. How she should explain it. With those thoughts came the worry of how he would take it once he understood the implications of what she was telling him. He was smart. Shed made him that way after all. She gave him those feelings. She took a deep breath, her lips falling open in a soft sigh as she prepared to answer the question that he was asking before his attention was drawn to the television. It took her a second to realize he was in fact talking to the tv, to the commercial but she watched a moment longer, her head tipping as a soft smile curled against her lips. He was so innocent but not. Hed seen so much. Shes put him through it all but he was so innocent to this world. To the world outside of the pages shed created. After a moment, she lifted the remote again and turned the volume down on it.- Its just the television, Moe. Its a commercial. Moving pictures with sound, theres no one else here but you and I. I have it on so that I can see if theres any news stories concerning Gammon. If there are, then well know where he landed. Much the same way I knew where to come find you. I can turn it off for now though, if it bothers you. -she explained softly. She held the remote in her hand, if he wanted her to shut it off while they talked, she would. She could scour the internet for recent news stories too if she needed to. While she waited for his answer concerning that, she continued to mull over her approach to this discussion. Licking her lips, she drew in a breath and decided that the straight forward truth would be best and she would answer his questions further from there.- I know you and everyone you know because....I created all of you. Im a writer, Moe. And you are my characters, in my books. -she fell silent, watching him in curiousity and fascination. Confusion as there as well, buried just beneath the other. Her words were sure but what shebwasnt sure about was still....how her creations, her characters in ink and on page, had....come to life outside of that medium.-
Thread: Meet the Author [Goody + incendo]

-from the door, she heard the growled denial. Glancing over her shoulder, her brow furrowed softly. She turned back to see the pizza delivery kid leaning slightly forward to look around her at the sound as well.- Everything ok? -she nodded and hummed softly that it was. Then she heard the second, followed by the thunk of the book as it hit the shelves shed pulled it from.- Everything is fine. Hes a little....hangry. -she murmured, jokingly. The kid chuckled and nodded, taking the money Mara held out toward him. She told him to keep the change. As he turned to head back to his car, another pulled into the drive behind hers. The driver hopping out with a handled paper bag, advertising shopt.com. He grabbed the beer from the back seat before passing the other kid on his way to the door. Taking the handled bag, she held it and the pizza in one hand as she gave him some money as well. Then took the case of beer and closed the door with her foot as she turned and headed back toward Mahon. She listened as she set the beer onto the coffee table and the pizza next to it. She knew he didnt quite get it or maybe he didnt want to. It was a lot. It was hard to process even for her. Yet, here she was, standing in front of Mahon. And he was as real as she was. As real, as taut and strong as shed always imagined him. She sighed but did not correct him in anything hed said. Maybe he wasnt wrong? If it was possible for him to be here after all, why couldnt his version of what he thought, be a logical explanation?- It will be a struggle but youre adaptable. Youll get by just fine, Moe, as long as you trust me. Here. This is all yours. You...dont have to change into any of it now, not here, youre fine in what youre wearing. -she nodded and offered him a soft smile, cheeks dimpling cutely. Clearing her throat she turned and started toward the kitchen.- Just so you know, you were always going to defeat him. You were meant to. You deserve it....after everything....else. -she said over her shoulder as she grabbed a couple of plates from the cabinet and a couple paper towels and started back toward him.-
Thread: Question Group chat.

Whats the maximum amount of people you can have in a group chat?
Thread: Question Group chat.

Private conversations should be 6 normally 12 for supporters.
Thread: Fx Male Let's play together

bump bump bump jenniferjones said Hey You Thanks for clicking my thread link. Sit down, take your shoes off, beer is in the fridge. Comfy? Let's begin. Sci Fi Rp Historical RP Who am I, you might be wondering? I am a thirty-something female. My time zone is EST. When do you post? I have an unconventional work schedule. I post most frequently mornings and late nights, except for Saturday and Sunday. It would be great if you are available at these times occasionally but if not - totally okay. What's your posting style? says in a thick Russian accent Slow like Tortoise. I normally write a few paragraphs, but I also can write a few pages. Sometimes I land smack dab in the middle. You can find writing samples in my other thread via my profile If you can write at least a paragraph or two - I am a-ok. Post Frequency? When it's convenient. Stories flow better when there are more posts but life trumps posting. I will not micromanage you and I expect the same. Do you Discord? Do you Thread? Or are you a PM Kinda Gal? I can do all three but I prefer PM. Message me if you would like my Discord handle. OOC I prefer to chat with people I have been playing with longer. If straight off the bat you want to have hour-long conversations about your hamster, Benny - I am not your girl. That being said I like to plotbanterchat throughout the roleplay Face Claims Yes, please. No manga or Anime - seriously. MY F-List Click Here Kinks Dirty Talk. The filthier, the better. Power Dynamics - all the dynamics Realistic - Big Cocks cliche as it is Foreplay Teasing Begging Grumpy Emotionally Scarred Men is that a kink? Characters I like to Play Independent flawed Female Characters of Color with Realistic Emotions What types of Stories do I like? I am not genre specific. I like Sci-fiCyberpunkCrimeFantasyModern. You name it - I like it. It's more about the characters and their dynamic then the world the story takes place in. SmutPlot 4060 maybe? I was never very good at math. What I am looking to get into story wise... I'm pretty open but that doesn't mean I'm down for whatever - you know the promptidea that no one else wants to do....I probably don't want to do that but who knows. No matter what story we tell. I think it's important to have realistic characters and to create some type of stakes situation conflict. In Closing I think rp chemistry is super important. Sometimes people click, sometimes they don't. Sometimes you are super into a concept and then once it begins your interest wanes. All of that is a-ok. We are here to have fun and relax. Rp shouldn't be work. I have no problem with rp partners going silent and don't take it personally. However, if you are just busy and need time. Let me know and I will do the same. Happy Storytelling Click to expand... bump
Thread: Can't add links with tablet

Any ideas why I can't click the link button and add links in the text I am typing on my tablet? All of the icons or buttons ar gray and don't respond.
Thread: Can't add links with tablet

Clicktap on the gear icon to the right.
Thread: Can't add links with tablet

Thank you. Such a simple fix
Thread: What’s the best cheese you’ve ever had?

Mine has to be a little wheel of imported Irish Cheddar. That crap was good!
Thread: What’s the best cheese you’ve ever had?

Oh my...Irish cheddar does sound pretty good! Mine is smoked gouda.
Thread: What’s the best cheese you’ve ever had?

Ok this sounds batshit crazy but at a wine and cheese festival I had cave aged blue cheese with raspberry compote on top. It was amazeballs. Plain cheese though Im with Adamina. Smoked Gouda is delicious.
Thread: What’s the best cheese you’ve ever had?

It seems like gouda seems to be the popular choice. It's got the flavor, for sure, but my heart belongs to a classic. Vermont White Cheddar. It's just so satisfying... Sharp , if you will.
Thread: What’s the best cheese you’ve ever had?

Stinking bishop. It's a foul, runny cheese whose odor could peel the paper off of walls. I love some absurdly odiferous cheeses and I have no idea why.
Thread: What’s the best cheese you’ve ever had?

So many choices, but I've always been fond of Muenster Cheese. Something about that textured skin, and it's so soft and creamy...
Thread: What’s the best cheese you’ve ever had?

I will forever love Parmesan
Thread: A Kingdom for a Song (Wade Amore/Mim)

He tried to give her a comforting smile, but Innis wouldn't be comforted. She refused. Although she returned his smile with a brief grimace of her own, she couldn't keep a surly scowl while the priest performed the ceremony. She stood, sat, and knelt when she had to she took communion she said I do and exchanged rings but she wasn't going to budge from doing any more than she absolutely had to in order to avoid execution. She might have been ignorant to the ways of the court, but at least she understood that her life was what she got in exchange for marrying the wee English numpty. She'd heard he was a numpty, anyway, but it wasn't like she actually knew. Maybe it wasn't fair of her to make assumptions. His father, after all, had made assumptions about her and she hadn't liked it. Do unto others and all that. As the ceremony dragged on, Innis slowly talked herself into giving the wee Englishman a chance. At least he was good-looking, after all. He didn't measure up to some of the men back home, and certainly not to her childhood sweetheart Lachlan, but he certainly wasn't ugly by any measure. He wasn't ancient like she had feared, either. Nor did he smell like shite the way most Englishmen she'd met did. But then she started actually looking at him, watching his facial expression. He was a master at keeping his lips pulled into a vacant smile but she saw his eyes. They darted in little miniscule movements across her face, lingering occasionally and creasing the corners of his eyes when they did. Was he...was he actually criticizing her freckles? She watched him and the way his corners of his mouth turned down just a hair while his eyes lingered where she knew her freckles were a little darker. He was! He was criticizing her freckles! Prick. Reigning in her temper, she decided to stop paying attention to her new husband and instead actually listen to the ceremony. It would help, after all, to know his name. She couldn't very well call him the Wee Prince or the Wee King for the rest of their lives. She had missed the vows, though, so it wasn't until the end of the two hours of prayer and ceremony that the priest said his name again. Cyneric. Well...at least he wasn't French. At long last the ceremony was over and she took Cyneric's arm as he led her back down the aisle. Now came the part she had been dreading. Listen, uh...I know any woman would say as she's a virgin on her wedding day, she muttered out of the corner of her mouth, but for me it actually happens to be true. I um, I'm well sick about it, t'be honest. She glanced up at him as they led the procession down the corridor to the royal bedroom. Go easy on me, hey?