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jwhouk wrote:Dear GOD we need new comics.

Julie wrote:I like food! (I may be drunk)

GlytchMeister wrote:Glytch smiles as the Shadow Chef reads his mind, placing several cold two-liter bottles of Vanilla Coke on the already groaning table.
"Awesome," he mutteres to himself, filling his nalgene.

Julie wrote:I like food! (I may be drunk)

AnotherFairportfan wrote:* twitch * SHUDDER # moan # * twitch * ...

louisxiv wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote:Curiouser and curiouser. Ok, I admit defeat. Whatever is happening here has got to have something go to do with magic.
Glytch stared at the scene unfolding before him, completely dumbstruck, with his jaw hanging loose, halfway through the act of chewing a chunk of ribeye.
It took him a good three minutes to recover and remember he had food in his mouth. He hurriedly swallowed and returned to eating. I'm just gonna keep eating and let my poor brain process that on the subconscious level for a while.

The instance of Louis reclining by Glytch looks up at him, an amused smile on the bright red lips.
    “Do you think that what we see, what we do, has anything to do with the laws of physics, in this place? Do you think that is air you are breathing? Hm.” He draws a set of pince-nez mirrorshades from an inner pocket, fixes them on his nose and looking round finally notices the gong and the other Louis.
    “Oh. How tiresome. We may blinovitch at any moment, so I suppose one of us will have to do the decent thing.”
    Louis picks up the cane he’d put down while illuminating his stories with gestures that had both amused and scandalised Glytch. With a start Glytch realises that the hand had been resting on his knee for some minutes since, and where Louis’s attention had been this last while…

Sauntering across the hall to the tea table, shades-Louis taps tea-sipping Louis on the shoulder with his cane. Louis-the-tea rolls up to his feet from his cross-legged seat, bringing his own cane into the En Garde in one smooth sweep as he does so, his other hand low and behind. Louis Glytch’s-friend steps back, drops his cane into a Rest and eyes his doppleganger’s stance critically.
     “You have been studying your Bonnetti again, mon Vieux?  Well, remember what happened to Bonnetti — killed by an English drunk.”
     “Ah. XV, I presume?”
     XV acknowledges with a inclination of his head and salute of his cane.
    “Scissors, paper, stone?” He asks hopefully.
    “No, I think not. As XIV, I chose to exercise my priority. Mon Jeune.”
    “Ah well, it was worth try.
    “Glytch!” He calls across the room, “I am desolated that we could not continue our fascinating little chat. It was going so well, I thought. Farewell! It has been a pleasure! But it could have been so much more…”

XV blows a kiss to the boy, causing Glytch’s knuckles to whiten on his pipe, then turns away to sketch two concentric circles in the air with his cane, pantomimes climbing astride the inner one and pedals away down one of the many cracks in what passes for local reality.

Hansontoons wrote:

louisxiv wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote:Curiouser and curiouser. Ok, I admit defeat. Whatever is happening here has got to have something go to do with magic.
Glytch stared at the scene unfolding before him, completely dumbstruck, with his jaw hanging loose, halfway through the act of chewing a chunk of ribeye.
It took him a good three minutes to recover and remember he had food in his mouth. He hurriedly swallowed and returned to eating. I'm just gonna keep eating and let my poor brain process that on the subconscious level for a while.

The instance of Louis reclining by Glytch looks up at him, an amused smile on the bright red lips.
“Do you think that what we see, what we do, has anything to do with the laws of physics, in this place? Do you think that is air you are breathing? Hm.” He draws a set of pince-nez mirrorshades from an inner pocket, fixes them on his nose and looking round finally notices the gong and the other Louis.
“Oh. How tiresome. We may blinovitch at any moment, so I suppose one of us will have to do the decent thing.”
Louis picks up the cane he’d put down while illuminating his stories with gestures that had both amused and scandalised Glytch. With a start Glytch realises that the hand had been resting on his knee for some minutes since, and where Louis’s attention had been this last while…

Sauntering across the hall to the tea table, shades-Louis taps tea-sipping Louis on the shoulder with his cane. Louis-the-tea rolls up to his feet from his cross-legged seat, bringing his own cane into the En Garde in one smooth sweep as he does so, his other hand low and behind. Louis Glytch’s-friend steps back, drops his cane into a Rest and eyes his doppleganger’s stance critically.
“You have been studying your Bonnetti again, mon Vieux? Well, remember what happened to Bonnetti — killed by an English drunk.”
“Ah. XV, I presume?”
XV acknowledges with a inclination of his head and salute of his cane.
“Scissors, paper, stone?” He asks hopefully.
“No, I think not. As XIV, I chose to exercise my priority. Mon Jeune.”
“Ah well, it was worth try.
“Glytch!” He calls across the room, “I am desolated that we could not continue our fascinating little chat. It was going so well, I thought. Farewell! It has been a pleasure! But it could have been so much more…”

XV blows a kiss to the boy, causing Glytch’s knuckles to whiten on his pipe, then turns away to sketch two concentric circles in the air with his cane, pantomimes climbing astride the inner one and pedals away down one of the many cracks in what passes for local reality.

Aaaaaand you don't see that every day.

Hansontoons wrote:

GlytchMeister wrote:Glytch smiles as the Shadow Chef reads his mind, placing several cold two-liter bottles of Vanilla Coke on the already groaning table.
"Awesome," he mutteres to himself, filling his nalgene.

Just as long as the Swedish Chef doesn't show up, we'll be ok...

DinkyInky wrote:*Glides in from the shadows and sets a low black table, inlaid with mother of pearl cranes on the floor, and scatters various styles of handmade cushions around it.

Places a crock of steamed rice, various meats, veggies and sheets of roasted seasoned seaweed that are on a tray, and a small crock of oikimchi on the table, along with ceramic rice bowls and chopsticks(along with conventional utensils for those unfamiliar with usage).

Steaming barley tea in a ceramic teapot, along with teapots of ting tung oolong and Darjeeling and small teacups are set in the center on a small black turntable.

Finally, embroidered napkins in simple black and gold rings are artfully piled at either end.

Vanishes once again into the comfort of the shadows.*