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Spittle and All

[Silver Plum, Purple Bedroom]
Deep purples and mauves mingle with forest green and cream to make the handmade rug that lies so elegantly on the deep wood floors. A carved sleigh bed is covered with a beautiful lace coverlet and sits on the far wall between two keafwood night tables. Under a casement window, which is draped with lace curtains, a large deep purple armchair looms over a smaller ottoman of the same fabric. Near the silver-trimmed door, a carved keafwood armoire has plenty of room for the weary traveler's items. Also here is Sinjinn.

Sinjinn closes a purple door.
Sinjinn locks a purple door.
You say, "Kot and Xelian are staying in one of these."
Sinjinn asks, "An armoire?"
You say, "How they afford it, I've no idea."
Sinjinn throws back her head and cackles.
Your language is now set to Orcish.
Sinjinn says, "We stay here sometimes."
You say in Orcish, "The room, the room."
Sinjinn walks over to a sleigh bed.
Sinjinn sits down on a sleigh bed.
You sit down on a large armchair.
You say in Orcish, "Although they might stay in the armoire, given Kot's tastes."
Sinjinn asks in Orcish, "Yes, well, they're on their way to Never as we speak... he seems to loathe the place, can you imagine?"
You ask in Orcish, "Why would they be going to Never?"
Sinjinn says, "He didn't divulge that."
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "Xerrklian didn't serrkem happy about it either."
You say in Orcish, "That makes me want to go and see what they're about."
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "Insh dinshbn't cabch arshoaorckrd of tharsht, qorckverrkd"
You blink at Sinjinn.
You say in Orcish, "Try that again."
Sinjinn says, "I didn't catch a word of that, love."
You ask in Orcish, "Was that in Orcish?"
Sinjinn nods to you.
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "Some of the things you sayxare perfectly understarshndarshble... others are jusf ..."
You nod to Sinjinn.
You say in Orcish, "Let's try the alphabet. A, B, C, D."
Sinjinn nods to you.
You ask in Orcish, "You got that?"
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "Yep, all of that."
You say in Orcish, "Try something complicated."
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "Hmmmm."
You gaze upwards to the heavens.
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "I shall endeavor to eschew obfuscation."
Sinjinn smiles sweetly at you.
You say in Orcish, "Hmmm is not a complicated sentence, full of complexity and compound clauses."
Sinjinn laughs.
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "Perfect."
You ask in Orcish, "Can I even say that in Orcish?"
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "I do believe you just did."
You say in Haish, ""Huh."
Sinjinn asks in Orcish, "Hoarshdn"
You say in Haish, "This is Haish."
Sinjinn says, "I understood you."
You nod to Sinjinn.
Sinjinn says, "Insh dorckn't knowva worckrd of haish, butainsh understorckodkyorcku."
Your language is now set to Orcish.
You say in Orcish, "Repeat that, exactly as you said it."
Sinjinn blinks at you.
You say in Orcish, "In orcish."
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "That was..."
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "I dom't kcow a worckrd of hainshsl, burgkt insh uzderrkrszorckod yxxhou."
You ask in Orcish, "How about this? Is my accent clear?"
Sinjinn winces.
Sinjinn shakes her head.
Sinjinn asks in Orcish, "So,hsharshll werrk all hail therrk nightfall to lhe next orf we meet?"
You say in Orcish, "I suppose our accents will just stink."
You grin at Sinjinn.
Sinjinn chuckles.
Sinjinn asks, "Thint they'll kill us for it?"
You say in Orcish, "Couldn't be any worse than what happened to Merow."
Sinjinn stares at you.
You stick your tongue out at Sinjinn.
Sinjinn says, "Verrrrrry funny."
Sinjinn chuckles.
You ask in Orcish, "Hilarious. Was that Orcish just now?"
Sinjinn says, "Yes, but I rolled my r."
You ask in Orcish, "And that again?"
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "Yerrkse burgkt insh rolmed myxxhdr."
You say in Orcish, "I think we need tusks."
Sinjinn blinks.
Sinjinn asks, "Sarshy ayain?"
You say in Orcish, "I can't even tell what language you're speaking half the time, you're just drooling."
You grin at Sinjinn.
Sinjinn laughs at you.
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "I wav zhinshnking tharsht of you."
You check your teeth to make sure they are all there.
You say in Orcish, "How about this?"
Sinjinn asks, "Again?"
You say in Orcish, "How about this?"
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "Oh! Perfect."
Sinjinn smiles at you.
You ask in Orcish, "You can't exactly recite sweet nothings in this language, can you?"
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "Well, if you did it like that, you could. That sounded delightful."
Sinjinn says in Orcish, "Spittle arshnd all."
Sinjinn chuckles.
You say, "All right, I've drooled enough for one evening."
Sinjinn breathes a sigh of relief.
Sinjinn grins at you.
Sinjinn says, "Now to make sure all traces of that accent are gone....."
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow in your direction.
You ask, "They aren't?"
You worry.
Sinjinn says, "Yours is gone."
Sinjinn asks, "Is mine?"
You nod to Sinjinn.
You say, "If anyone asks, I'll say I'm practicing gharish."
You say, "They're practically the same language."
You exclaim, "Slujuk!"
Sinjinn says, "I'll tell them I'm practicing my lines."
Sinjinn chuckles.
You ask, "Are you going to be the orc, then?"
Sinjinn says, "I thought I would be."
You nod to Sinjinn.
You ask, "Did you tell Sev?"
Sinjinn asks, "Would it bother you?"
You laugh.
You say, "No."
Sinjinn says, "I haven't seen him to tell him."
You say, "You and I could switch off, if you preferred."
You say, "And I can tell him either way."
Sinjinn says, "I have no real preference, but...."
Sinjinn looks lost in concentration.
Sinjinn growls around the blood in his mouth, "I know nothing. To torture me would be useless."
Sinjinn grounds out, "Why waste time with me? You should flee before my brothers arrive."
You act: Jurion laughs!
Sinjinn sneers, "They know this is where your company was to gather. After your death, we shall feast on your entrails and your rotting skulls will top our banners."
Sinjinn ponders the situation.
Sinjinn smiles broadly, looking very pleased with herself.
Sinjinn continues, blood spraying from his lips, "My clan is powerful. Our priests will collect the souls of your slain comrades. Even now, your dead are being gathered for that purpose. If you had any sense at all, you would leave now."
You throw back your head and cackle.
You say, "Oh my."
You act: Jurion wipes his eyes.
Sinjinn grins so widely that all her teeth show.
Sinjinn snaps futilely at the air.
Sinjinn snickers.
You grin at Sinjinn.
You say, "I expect he'll give you some leeway in how you deliver your lines."
You say, "Khregen can't get rid of his accent."
You say, "So I imagine you could do them however you like. However, he's liable to falls over during rehearsal."
Sinjinn chuckles at you.
Sinjinn groans painfully.
You stand up.
You walk over to a sleigh bed.
You rub Sinjinn gently.
Sinjinn rolls her eyes.
Sinjinn says, "Hey. I didn't mean to do that."
Sinjinn lies down on a sleigh bed.
Sinjinn rolls over.
Sinjinn says, "There we go."
Sinjinn pulls you towards her.
You massage Sinjinn's neck gently. It feels so good!
You sit down on a sleigh bed.
Sinjinn sighs.
You say, "They'll have to fit us with tusks."
You ask, "Have you seen Shala about lately?"
Sinjinn asks, "Mmm, not since last night. Why?"
You say, "Only curious."
Sinjinn asks, "She wasn't too thrilled with you, I don't think. Whatever shall you do?"
Sinjinn sneers.
Sinjinn says, "She said politics had come between you."
You massage Sinjinn's neck gently. It feels so good!
Sinjinn sighs happily.
You ask, "This was just last night? When?"
Sinjinn says, "Before you came downstairs."
You say, "Ah."
You frown.
You say, "I see."
Sinjinn asks, "What was she on about?"
You run your hand through Sinjinn's hair.
You say, "I attempted to apologize."
You say, "I've been putting on a happy face lately, for all concerned."
Sinjinn caresses your hand.
You say, "Made up with Maeve, brought her oranges, and so forth."
Sinjinn says, "Oh. I didn't know you'd fought."
What is it you want to do?
You say, "We had words about Merow about a week before."
A battered tin pie-plate flies in from nowhere in particular and lands on the ground.
Sinjinn blinks.
You raise an eyebrow slightly.

[Silver Plum, Purple Bedroom]
[You are seated on a sleigh bed.]
Deep purples and mauves mingle with forest green and cream to make the handmade rug that lies so elegantly on the deep wood floors. A carved sleigh bed is covered with a beautiful lace coverlet and sits on the far wall between two keafwood night tables. Under a casement window, which is draped with lace curtains, a large deep purple armchair looms over a smaller ottoman of the same fabric. Near the silver-trimmed door, a carved keafwood armoire has plenty of room for the weary traveler's items. Also here is Sinjinn (lying down with you).

Sinjinn sits up on a sleigh bed.
You stand up.
Sinjinn frowns.
Sinjinn stands up.
You ask, "The maid isn't in here, is she?" of Sinjinn.
Sinjinn says, "Not that I know of." to you.

> lock door
It's already locked.

You say, "The door's still locked."
This casement window has heavy lead glass panes.
You draw the window shut.
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow.
You say, "Someone must be throwing things in the window."
Sinjinn says, "How droll."
You search around for something.
You search for awhile, but find nothing.
You shrug at Sinjinn.
Sinjinn says, "The Plum should be a sanctuary from that sort of behavior."
Sinjinn sits down on a sleigh bed.
You say, "That's probably why they do it."
You say, "Lie back down."
You sit down on a sleigh bed.
Sinjinn lies down on a sleigh bed.
Sinjinn smiles softly.
You massage Sinjinn's feet. She lets out a deep sigh of contentment.
Sinjinn says, "Oooo."
You say, "At any rate..."
You say, "I told her adults ought to be able to put politics behind them. Kick off your boots."
Sinjinn says, "So you've been making up all over town."
Sinjinn kicks her thigh-high suede boots off with a sigh of relief.
Sinjinn smiles contentedly.
You say, "It doesn't do to be moody when one's contemplating what I'm contemplating."
You massage Sinjinn's feet. She lets out a deep sigh of contentment.
Sinjinn groans.
Sinjinn says, "You do have magic fingers."
You ask, "Gets the wind up. Oh, and did you hear what Khregen said to me last night?"
Sinjinn asks, "No, what?"
You act: Jurion massages Sinjinn's calves.
Sinjinn raises an eyebrow slightly.
You chuckle.
Sinjinn licks her lips.
Sinjinn sighs happily.
You say, "He says that the Baron is probably working for that fellow Arknor's working for."
You kiss Sinjinn on the foot.
Sinjinn shifts her eyes to you.
Sinjinn blinks at you.
You grin at Sinjinn.
Sinjinn chuckles.
Sinjinn says, "No..."
Sinjinn laughs.
Sinjinn laughs at her own joke.
You ask, "What a lovely story, isn't it?"
You say, "Almost as good as one we could have thought up ourselves."
Sinjinn exclaims, "That's perfect!!"
Sinjinn throws back her head and cackles.
Sinjinn says, "Oh, remind me to kiss Khregen."
You say, "I was, of course, quite properly shocked."
Sinjinn exclaims, "Oh, of course!"
Sinjinn laughs at you.
You say, "He thinks our writ might be a fake. I suppose it was the orcs stealing... the letter..."
Sinjinn says, "Oh, that's rich."
You say, "Which makes me wonder if that's anything to do with our dear Scholar."
You act: Jurion sits back.
You say, "Hm. One would think they'd have approached Xelian."
Sinjinn frowns.
You say, "Ah, well."
You poke Sinjinn's foot.
You say, "Spread your toes out."
Sinjinn raises her toes.
Sinjinn wiggles her toes.
You massage Sinjinn's feet. She lets out a deep sigh of contentment.
You say, "You're getting snaggly."
You kiss Sinjinn's toe.
Sinjinn blinks.
You say in Orcish, "If your accent fails, you can show them your toes."
Sinjinn says, "Just to show you...."
Sinjinn scowls.
Sinjinn stands up.
Sinjinn picks up a battered tin pie-plate.
Sinjinn tosses her battered tin pie-plate into the air.
Sinjinn's battered tin pie-plate wobbles onto the tapestry rug.
[You can try to catch the battered tin pie-plate or knock it down.]
The battered tin pie-plate smacks into the tapestry rug with definite force.
You say, "Where did it land? I thought it went under the bed."
You get a battered tin pie-plate from the tapestry rug.
You say, "I wish the maid was in here, I'd fling it at her."
> throw pie
You throw your battered tin pie-plate into the air.
Your aim is extremely bad!
Your battered tin pie-plate sails right back into your hand.
Sinjinn chuckles.
You tsk.
Sinjinn asks, "I wonder if Yrael would still fancy her with a black eye?"
You say, "We could fling this at him."
Sinjinn chuckles.
You say, "I'd like to go out into the street and find out who's missing it."
Sinjinn says, "Oh, the look on his face would be priceless."
You say, "He might throw us out."

> l pie
Formed from a thin layer of tin which was pounded about a mold, this plate is fairly strong and light, thus making it perfect for throwing.

[ Suddenly, the pie plate bugs out. ]

Sinjinn says, "Oh, true."
Sinjinn sits down on a sleigh bed.
> squint pie
You can't do that from here.
> throw pie
You can't do that from here.
> glance
You are holding a battered tin pie-plate in your right hand.
> throw tin
I don't know what you mean.
> throw my pie
You can't do that from here.
> put pie on bed
You can't do that from here.
> put my pie on bed
You can't do that from here.
> drop pie
You can't do that from here.
You act: Jurion looks disgusted.
You say, "There's something crusted on it."
> shake pie
You can't do that from here.
You say, "And it's stuck to my hand."
Sinjinn pales slightly.
> stare my plate
You can't do that from here.
Sinjinn says, "Oh, gods, how disgusting."
You stand up.
You grimace.
You act: Jurion shakes his hand violently.
> throw plate
You can't do that from here.
> throw my plate
You can't do that from here.
You open your mouth as if to say something.
You say, "This is ridiculous."
You act: Jurion laughs!
Sinjinn snickers.
You say, "At the very least there ought to be a note wrapped around it."
You act: Jurion glares at the battered tin pie-plate.
Sinjinn says, "I started thinking that myself."
Sinjinn says, "I can't bring myself to touch it."
You gag.
You say, "Just try and pry it off."
You waggle your fingers.
Sinjinn grabs you by the arm, motioning for you to follow.
You act: Jurion makes a face of supreme disgust.
Sinjinn stands up.
Sinjinn tugs at your left arm, trying to get you to move.
> shake plate
You can't do that from here.
> shake my plate
You can't do that from here.
> glance
You are holding a battered tin pie-plate in your right hand.
The plate falls to the ground.
You gag.
You act: Jurion wipes his hands on his breeches.
You say, "I believe we should leave that in here for the maid."
You can't do that from here.
Sinjinn says, "So do I... utterly disgusting."
You act: Jurion gags at the plate.
You say, "Don't forget your boots."
Sinjinn says, "Oh."
Sinjinn picks up some thigh-high suede boots.
You act: Jurion scrubs his hand vigorously on his breeches.
Sinjinn says, "My feet feel wonderful love, thank you."
Sinjinn pulls her thigh-high suede boots on her feet.
You say, "My hand is ruined, so I hope you enjoyed it."
You grin at Sinjinn.
You say, "I'll be forever getting that muck out from under my fingernails."
Sinjinn leans over to adjust her boots perfectly.
You unlock a purple door.
Sinjinn says, "Ugh."
Sinjinn waggles her foot.
You open a purple door.
Sinjinn asks, "Where can we go that you can wash your hands?"
Sinjinn wanders through the kirchewood door.
You follow Sinjinn purple door.
You say, "Anywhere but in there."