Tol-in-Gaurhoth LXIII: The Cottage of Lost Play

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Originally Posted by Lalaith

Fea seems to be talking to herself rather than to the rest of us.

I grin, eating a bowl of organic knock-off Fruit Loops instead of drinking, still a little leary after the champagne bash of Saturday night and the emotional and physical detox of Sunday.

"Don't mind me at all," I wink, "As usual, I've gone and found the smartest person in the room and concentrated all of my attention on them. Once all y'all start talking about something worth addressing, be sure I'll join in the party."

I sit back, digging into my cereal with verve, wondering if I can find any Lapsang Souchong in this place.

"The first day is a crap shoot," I add, a little sketched out by the experiment that was rice milk, "so I suggest we kill off somebody who isn't here. It's no fun at all to lose your life to a person that doesn't participate. Nessa or Nerwen are solid options."

Originally Posted by McCaber

Fea: I don't know. Something about her throws me off. Maybe it's the attempted stab at leadership, maybe it's her black humour at the situation. It's probably nothing, but I'll take another look at her.

On this note: my sole purpose in werewolf games is to entertain my mod or moddess. If she's giggling in her chair reading about my attempts at a happy working song (brownie points if people can figure out the references in my posts, by the way), I've done my job.