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#1 Weyoun

Posted 06 June 2005 - 09:25 PM

Sorry for my absence. Been preoccupied lately. :)

A new experience for Laska this part. Hehehehe. :D Hope you like it. Rose will not. :)

I'm not entirely happy with the flow of the story, but after much tinkering it only got worse so I went back to the original. I hope it suffices.

 
Tnt 171 : Coughy, coughy

Lise, the little elven girl, coughed once, and twice and then rolled herself in her blanket again. Viconia sat by her side, having just given her a soothing potion to help her sleep. The Drow ruffled the girl's hair for a bit, stood up to close the shades and then left the room, softly closing the door behind her.

Risa and Becky were waiting for her outside. "Will she be okay?"

"Just fine," Viconia said as the three of them walked down the stairs. "It's a simple disease. She just needs rest and lots of fluids."

Apparently satisfied with the answer, the kids waved at Lise from the doorway and left for their own room. It was late, almost midnight and thus way past their bedtime. Most of the party had already turned in as well. Viconia, in the meantime, having cared for the girl for most of the evening and preparing her for the night, stifled a yawn and moved down the stairs. There, she found Laska sitting at the table with Rose. Laska was intently moving the quill over the table while Rose guided her movements.

"See?" Rose smiled. "See that you can do it?"

Viconia peeked over Laska's shoulder and noticed the tattooed elf was writing, no less. And, in what turned out to be an even bigger surprise, she was writing in such a way that it could actually be read without needing a codebook to decipher it. But there is was, clear as crystal : "The Elves of Evermeet Eat Elven Elk-Esophagus." A classic tongue-twister.

"See?" Rose smiled. "You simply wanted to write too fast and all over the place. Calm yourself before writing, and write orderly."

"Capitals, full stops and comma's help too," Viconia said.

"It's so easy!" Laska grinned. "Why couldn't I do this before?"

"Well done," Rose smiled and kissed Laska on the cheek. "Enough writing for today, more practise tomorrow." she said. "It's time to go to sleep." She slid off her chair and headed towards the bedroom she shared with Laska.

Viconia smirked. "It's too late to keep the journal. That is my task now."

Laska turned around while closing the book. "I wouldn't dare," she said. "So, what's up with Lise?"

Viconia rubbed her eyes for a moment. "Didn't I tell you already? She has fallen ill."

"Bollocks," Laska replied.

"What's bollocks this time, Laska?" Viconia asked.

"Come on," Laska put down the paper. "Elves don't get ill, everybody knows that! Maybe it's something she ate?"

Viconia sighed, not exactly having the patience to deal with the stubborn elf sitting in front of her. "Lise being sick right now proves otherwise. Listen, the diseases of the other races don't bother us, but we have our own elven specific diseases."

"I read about that in Candlekeep, but I never believed it," Laska blinked.

"Believe it," Viconia added. "Elven diseases are often of a semi-magical nature, but they certainly exist."

Laska nodded. "So, what does Lise have?"

"Vindae Syndrome," Viconia said. "It's a common children's disease. She'll be in bed with fever for a couple of days, nothing else. I think she might have contracted it from one of Irylarr's daughters at school."

"Only elves get it?" Laska asked. "What about Rose and Risa?"

"Can't get it!" Rose called from the bedroom while she was undressing. "We don't get Vindae Syndrome."

"See?" Viconia smirked. "Even Rose knows that elves can get ill."

"What about you?"

"I already had it when I was 22. A bit late, perhaps, but if you've had it once, you'll never contract it again," the Drow replied. "What about you, hm?"

"What about me?" Laska said. "I've never heard of this this Vindae Syndrome until today... and I've never been ill in my life! Uh, well, apart from those times I got really drunk, but that's not a disease."

"One could argue about that," Viconia replied. "In any case, you certainly will get Vindae now. Lise's been running around the house all day."

Laska looked Viconia in the eye. "Am I going to get sick?"

"Yes."

Laska remained silent for a moment, until : "Bollocks!"

"Come again?"

"I've never been sick before," Laska said. "And I'm never going to start. I'll show you that elves never get ill by not getting ill."

Viconia shook her head, but then cracked a sadistic smile. "I'm going to be very happy a few hours from now."

"I've never been sick before," Laska sing-songed. "Oh, dearie me, whatever shall I wear?"

"You only own vests and armor," Viconia snorted. "But I think you'll settle for a nightshift."

Khittix was still skittering around the living room, hunting for giant flies. Unfortunately, Audrey had beaten him to the punch.

"Come on," Viconia called to the spider as she entered her bedroom.

---

Khittix skittered into the room and headed straight for his basket. He curled up and left the land of the waking almost immediately. Viconia shared this room with Imoen. Even though Imoen had her own room, which was painted pink, it was hardly ever used. And, to Viconia's eternal dismay, a lot of Imoen's items had found their way into Viconia room, which she had painstakingly decorated to be 100% aesthetically correct before Imoen moved in.

Viconia shook her head again. Those books on the darkest of rites simply didn't have the same 'punch' when next to the collection on the bookshelf stood a plush pink penguin. And a painting titled 'Deathstalker murdered' simply didn't have the same impact when a small painting of kittens in a pink basket hung next to it. And she didn't even want to mention the romance novels on the bookshelf.

Right now, Imoen was fluffing up the duvet. It was black, and the one thing that would make Viconia fight to the last if Imoen wanted to replace it with a pink one. Imoen, in the meantime, had already changed before Viconia had entered the room. Her nightshift was pink, of course.

"How's Lise?" Imoen asked.

"Ill," Viconia said as she kicked off her slippers and headed for the basin. "She'll be better soon, though. Children breeze through this illness easily. It's Laska that has to worry."

"Why are you grinning when you say that?" Imoen asked.

"Oh," Viconia grinned when she dropped her robe and washed her face. Finally, Viconia removed her underwear and reached for her nightshift. All the while, she felt a set of eyes burning into her back. After turning around, she noticed that Imoen quickly dove under the duvet and pulled it to just below her eyes, still allowing her a peek.

Viconia lifted the shift over her head and slid into the bed. As soon as she hit the mattress, she felt her whole body relax. Sleep was starting to claim her already.

"G'night, Vic," Imoen murmured.

"Ask your question, Imoen," Viconia replied, rolling on her stomach and pressing her face in her pillow.

"Huh?"

"Your tone of voice," Viconia said. "You only say 'G'Night' like that when you want to ask me a question."

Silence for a while.

"Vic?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think I'm ugly?"

Viconia shifted and turned to look at Imoen. "Excuse me?"

"When I was turned into a Drow, you said I looked magnificent... and my scar was gone... and my hair was long... and..."

Viconia took the girl in a soft embrace. Imoen stiffened slightly but quickly relaxed when Viconia kissed her briefly. "Go to sleep," she said.

Satisfied with the answer, Imoen smiled and did so. But only after kissing Viconia's cheek briefly.

---

Day 1

"Oh, gods," Rose groaned when she picked up her pillow and jammed her head under it. It was morning and the sun's rays blasted in through the window... Across the street that damn rooster was crowing again. Fantasies of that annoying rooster sizzling on the spit entered her mind. Hm, now she wasn't only awake, she was hungry too.

"Laska?" she whispered. Her partner was laying on her side, not moving. "Time to wake up."

"Laska?" she asked again and shook her by the shoulder. "Breakfast time."

Rose was getting seriously worried now. "Laska," she said. "Free booze!"

No reaction. Now, it was time to panic. She frantically shook Laska and sat up in bed. "Laska, you're burning up!" she said when she felt Laska's sweaty forehead.

Finally, Rose got a reaction. "Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh," came from Laska's mouth. A sound as if she was talking from the pit of her stomach. "Stop shouting..."

"Are you okay?" Rose asked. "Ah, how stupid of me, of course you're not okay. You're ill!"

"Bollocks," Laska whispered weakly. "Elves don't get ill... So I'm not ill at all... How much did I drink yesterday?"

"Two glasses of whiskey and three ales," Rose said. "Not enough to make someone of your drinking experience sick."

Laska blinked. "I'm not ill."

"Laska," Rose said. "You are ill."

The tattooed elf didn't respond anymore, aside from another mournful groan. Rose realized that Laska was still undressed and put her half of the duvet over the now disabled elf to keep her warm. She noticed her feet had been sticking out from under the duvet and were now as a cold as a stone. Rose took some fuzzy slippers from the floor and put them on Laska's feet.

"Where you going?" Laska asked weakly after Rose was done wrapping up the elf.

"Going to wake Viconia," Rose said. "I'll be right back, don't worry."

"Hah," Laska chuckled briefly, a chuckle which turned into a cough. "Now you'll see that I'm not ill."

---

"Unmistakable," Viconia said after examining Laska. Actually, she had only needed two seconds : one to walk into the room and one to diagnose her patient. "Vindae."

"Bollocks," Laska muttered through the duvet pressed against her mouth. "I'm not ill... I'm just a little... uhm... A little... Help me out here?"

Viconia pressed against Laska's shoulders to get her back down in bed. "You are ill and you need rest," Viconia stated and briefly tapped Laska's forehead. A small blue halo surrounded her finger and Laska's head fell on her pillow as if it was a rock.

"That'll knock her out for a couple of hours," Viconia told Rose while the half-elf closed the shades. "Let's leave her alone to rest."

---

Viconia and Rose sat down at the dining table. Laska had been resting for a couple of hours now, and Viconia had spent some time working on potions and taking care of Lise.

"Lise is better?" Rose asked.

Viconia nodded. "Better and playing outside right now. Laska's going to have it a bit worse, though."

"Because she's older, right?" Rose said.

"Quite so," Viconia said. "She won't suffer any extra ill effects of Vindae, but it'll take longer for her to recover. Expect coughs, headaches, exhaustion and disorientation, but nothing more than that."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Jan said as he jumped out from between a plant and a statue.

"AH!" Viconia and Rose called out at the same time. Jan smiled sheepishly.

"JANSEN!" Viconia snarled. "You do not sneak up on a Drow! What the hell were you doing back there?"

Jan turned back to the plant. "I got lost, I guess. Fell asleep behind the statue. Anyway, about illnesses, my uncle Jimbo knows illnesses. He's had just about all of them, but one day, on his death bed, he told me one of the wisest life-lessons I have ever heard. It went like this : Particle-gnome, particle-gnome, doing the things a particle can. What's he like? It's not important. Is he a dot, or is he a speck? When he's underwater does he get wet? Or does the water get him instead? Nobody knows, Particle-gnome. Triangle-gnome, triangle-gnome, triangle-gnome hates particle-gnome. They have a fight, Triangle wins. Triangle-gnome."

"Oh, enough," Viconia said. "I have enough of your insipid stories, Jan!"

"But I haven't told you about Universe-gnome, yet. He's got a watch with a minute hand, millenium hand and an eon hand, you know?" Jan smiled. "And when they meet it's happy-land!"

At that moment, Laska left her bedroom. She was fully dressed : leather pants, boots and vest and her hair was tied back in the usual long thick braid, though the braid was put together sloppy at the moment. She leaned against the doorpost of a moment, before staggering towards the front door. She seemed gaunt in the face and even paler than usual as she stopped to support herself against the wall.

"Laska!" Rose called. "What are you going out of bed?!"

"Goin' down the pub," Laska said.

"Not wise," Viconia said. "You're supposed to step out of the pub staggering, not going in staggering."

"I am not ill!" Laska spat. Just then, Laska reached the door, but as soon as she tried to reach for the handle, she felt her body becoming very heavy.

"Tiiiimmmmmbeeeerrrrrr!" Jan shouted as the elf started to topple and fell backwards, ending up laying sprawled on the carpet.

Rose and Viconia were beside her immediately.

"Girls?" Laska muttered. "I'm ill..."

---

Day 2

It had been a long day trying to keep a reluctant Laska in bed. The tattooed elf tried to be active as always, even though she was wobbling on her feet most of the time. She had tried to sneak into the kitchen to cook, but nearly toppled on top of the furnace before she was found out. She had tried to sneak into the winecellar and poured wine all over herself because she just wasn't able to put the bottle to her mouth. She had tried to tend her garden, but nearly impaled herself on her own hoe.

In the end, Rose and Viconia were more tired than Rose was. She was glad when she was finally able to go to sleep next to Laska, who was already in the land of dreams. But suddenly, Rose was being shook awake. Opening her eyes, she noticed two things : First of all, it was still completely dark outside, meaning it was the middle of the night. Secondly, Laska was still shaking her and was definitely in a state of panic. Muttering something Viconia had said about Laska being worse than a spoiled child, Rose sat up.

Suppressing a yawn, Rose turned to Laska. "What's wrong."

"There's subthing up my dose," Laska sniffed and snorted. "There's subthing up my dose! Geb it ou! Geb it ou!"

Rose suppressed a giggle. "Laska," she grinned. "Have you never had a cold?"

Laska looked confused.

"No, I guess you haven't," Rose said. "Don't worry, it's normal."

"Nobmal?! I can't breathe!" Laska said. "I'll subbocate in my sleeb!"

Rose giggled. "Laska, sometimes you really are a child. It's just a stuffed nose. Okay," she said when she got a hanky from the nightstand and brought it to Laska's nose. "Okay. Now close your mouth and blow a load of air through your nose as long as you can, okay? Go!"

Laska pulled the hanky to her nose and blew through her nose using all of her mighty lung-capacity. Unfortunately for Rose, the results were hurtled everywhere, to the floor, the sheets, Rose's nightshift and, of course, in the new shredded paper hanky.

"Eeew!" Rose pouted as she regarded her now soiled night-shift. "Elf-snot!"

"Sobby," Laska sniffed and grinned. "But you look bedder without a shift adybay."

Rose threw the now soiled shift over her head and ducked under the covers. "Go to sleep, you're ill."

"Awww," Laska pouted. "Stubid dose."

---

"I'm sick," Laska whispered into her pillow. "I'm so siiiiiiiiccccckkkkk..."

"Stop whining," Viconia said and presented her potion to Laska. It was the third one today.

"Now," Rose said. "I want to see you drink this one, Laska. Viconia says you should have been improving already."

Laska shifted in her bed inside the darkened bedroom. "But it tastes so bad..."

Viconia helped Laska sit up and put the potion in her hands. "Now," the Drow added. "Drink."

"Jussaminute," Laska said and reached over to the nightstand. Viconia looked on with fascination as the elf, who almost toppled out of bed, grabbed something from the drawer. A little something which turned out to be a pocketflask.

"You stupid..." Viconia hissed as she took the pocketflask, despite Laska's loud protests. "You've been mixing this with alcohol, haven't you?"

"Makes it taste better... And I'm thirsty."

"Laska," Viconia said. "This is a delicate potion with delicate components. You're not allowed to eat for an hour after drinking it or it will lose all it's potency. So, what do you think will happen if you pour scotch into it?!" In the background, Rose was shaking her head.

"Uhh," Laska said. "It makes it work even better?"

"IT RENDERS IT USELESS, YOU VITH..." Viconia shouted, then caught herself and gritted her teeth, taking a moment to kick against the bedpost with all her might.

Viconia turned to Laska again, snarling in her face. "Preparing one of those potions takes a long time, Laska. I've been sacrificing my free time, my spell-components and my magic to try to make you better and here you go and do a stupid thing like this! And to make matters worse," Viconia's face contorted in a visage of sharp pain. "I think I just broke two toes..."

Feeling thoroughly chided by the Drow now trying limp out of the door in a slightly dignified matter, Laska ducked back under the covers. "But... I'm still siiiiicccckkkkk."

"TOUGH!" shouted the Drow from the hallway.

---

Day 3

Laska insisted on leaving the door to her darkened bedroom open, just to get the feeling she was still involved in everything, even though she was not. Imoen and Viconia sat at the table, quietly chatting.

"I'm sufffffferrrriiinnnngggg," wailed Laska from her bedroom.

"Coming!" Rose said as she came in with a carefully prepared glass of chocolate milk. It was an easy meal, even Rose could prepare it, so she decided to treat Laska.

Rose disappeared into the bedroom.

"It's too cold," wailed Laska. Immediately, a smiling Rose left the room and returned to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, she returned into the living room and moved past Viconia into the bedroom, still wearing a smile.

"It's too warm," Laska wailed. Immediately, a slightly less happy Rose left the room and returned to the kitchen.

A few moments later, she emerged from the kitchen again and headed towards the bedroom, again holding a glass of chocolate milk.

"Not enough sugar!" wailed Laska.

"Can't you just drink it?" Viconia heard Rose ask.

"But I'm suffffferrrriinnngggg...." returned Laska. Immediately, a considerably less happy Rose left the room and returned to the kitchen. A few moments later, Rose entered the room again.

"Too much milk!" Laska wailed. Immediately, a rather angry looking Rose stomped back into the kitchen... and after a few more moments, stomped back towards the bedroom wearing a scowl befitting a thunderstorm.

A few seconds later, the sounds of chocolate milk spraying out of an elf's mouth sounded, followed by a yelp.

"It's not like I always make it!"

"NNRRRGGHHH!" shouted Rose, followed by a hollow sound and a startled yelp.

Rose stomped out of the bedroom without the glass and covered with droplets of chocolate milk, grabbed a towel from the closet and went into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Imoen giggle for a moment. "I think that glass of chocolate milk just turned into a hat."

"I'm sufffferrrrinngggg!" sounded from the bedroom.

"Go ahead," Viconia called back. "Suffer..."

"My sheets are all weeeeetttttttttt and my hair is diiirrrrtttyyyyyy!"

---

Day 4

Imoen entered the house, still licking at the remnants of the gigantic pink icecream cone she had bought on the streets. A pink glob of molten icecream made its way down to the very tip of the cone, only to be deftly caught just in time by Imoen's tongue.

The pink-haired mage was slightly startled by the sound of a little bell coming from Laska's bedroom. Immediately, Rose came from her art-room and hurried into the bedroom. Imoen sat down on the couch to wait for her to return.

A few moments later, Rose came out. "Oh, hi, Imoen," she greeted. Imoen smiled and took a bite from her icecream. "I gave Laska a little bell, so she doesn't have to wail through the house when she wants something."

"Uh, Rose," Imoen said. "That might not be a good idea..."

The little bell sounded again. Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting. Rose returned to the bedroom post haste.

A few moments later, she came out again. "Sorry," Rose said. "Laska wanted her pillow fluffed. You were saying?"

Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting. Before Imoen could open her mouth, Rose excused herself.

A few moments later, she returned to the living room. "Sorry again. Laska couldn't reach her glass of water and..."

Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting. Rose let out a sigh and let a bewildered Imoen behind as she returned to the bedroom. A slightly frustrated Rose returned a few moments later. "Sorry. Laska wanted a window opened and..."

Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting.

"Oh, BOTHER!" Rose growled and stomped back into bedroom while Imoen giggled.

Then, Rose came back. "Sorry," she gritted her teeth. "Laska somehow got her braid in her mouth and I had to take it out. So, you were telling me about..."

Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting.

Rose let out a growl and returned to the bedroom, closing the door being her. "What?" Imoen heard Rose should behind the door. "WHAT?! WHAAAAATTTTTT?!"

A few moments later, she came out again. "What did she want?" Imoen asked.

"I was being too noisy," Rose replied.

---

"But I can't go to the bathroom, I just can't!" Laska wailed. "I'm too weak! You're going to have to help me."

It was then that Rose decided her life was hell. "Look, Laska," Rose said. "You've been going to the bathroom on your own for the past few days."

"But I'm sooooooo siiiiccccckkkk," Laska sniffed.

"You're not getting sicker," Rose said. "In fact, you're doing a lot better than two days ago... and then you made it to the bathroom all on your own. It's just 10 meters away!"

Laska actually pouted. "Why are you being so mean?" she said with a tiny voice. "I thought you loved me."

Rose put her hands on her hips. "That's emotional blackmail, Laska."

Laska rolled in her bed and put her pillow over her head. "You don't love me anymore!"

Rose gritted her teeth. "After these last four days, I'm fast getting there, Laska."

Silence.

"Alright, come on," Rose sighed.

A few minutes later, she had lifted the larger woman from the bed and was literally dragging her to the bathroom. Laska half-lay on her back, barely supporting herself on her legs, obviously letting Rose do most of the work. Finally, Rose had dragged, her to the bathroom.

"There," Rose said and closed the door behind her. "You'll have to do the rest yourself."

She waited at the room for a moment, and then turned to Viconia, who had been sitting on the couch trying to ignore the whole incident. "Viconia?" she asked. "Please tell me elves don't get ill often."

Viconia smiled. "Oh, hardly ever. Statistically, it should take another century before she'll get ill again... Barring her getting drunk, obviously."

"Oh, thank Sune," Rose whispered. "I don't think I can take any more of this."

A loud bonk sounded from inside the bathroom.

"HELP!" sounded from Laska. "I've fallen! And I can't get up!"

Rose felt like punching something.

---

Day

"105, 106, 107, 108," Laska grunted as she did her push-ups on the footend of her bed. Having changed in a simple blue exersize suit, she worked herself in the sweat to catch up for the days lost. She was feeling much stronger and felt pride at having defeated this illness.

Oddly enough, Rose still seemed to be sleeping. She lay on her side, facing away from Laska. The duvet half-covered her unclothed body as she slept, and Laska, who'd been deprived for the last two days, considered she would like an exersize of a very different nature. She stopped her push-ups, took off her sweatband and quickly removed her suit before slipping under the duvet.

Laska smiled as she let her fingertips slide over Rose's arm, slowly moving to her tummy, tickling her bellybutton before letting her hand rest there. She briefly kissed Rose's neck, slowly moving a trail of kisses towards her earlobe before taking it into her mouth and gently suckling on it. But just as she pressed her body against Rose's back, Rose let out a few loud coughs.

---

"Careful!" Laska said as she navigated past Viconia with a warm cup of chicken soup. Rose lay in bed, being lovingly pampered by her elven lover. "More breakfast is coming."

Rose lay on her back, smiling as Viconia raised an eyebrow. "Now..." the Drow said. "I know you're not ill."

Rose smiled for a moment. "I know that, you know that, but Laska doesn't know that," she winked.

Viconia nodded. "Take as much time as you need."

"I will," Rose said as she reached for the little bell. "But right now, I really need my pillow fluffed."

Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting.
 

Isn't Laska a horrible patient? :oops:

The strange story Jan had this part is based on the They Might Be Giants song "Particle-man." There's a lovely fan-made video for it on Newgrounds. Check it out!

http://www.newground...tal/view/210440

Next up will be Shaya. :lol: I've been ignoring her a bit.

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#2 Guest_Userunfriendly_*

Posted 07 June 2005 - 02:47 AM

Sorry for my absence. Been preoccupied lately. :(


yeah..real life can be such a drag... :P

A new experience for Laska this part. Hehehehe. :) Hope you like it. Rose will not. ;)


actually rose's payback was just...sweet... :twisted:

I'm not entirely happy with the flow of the story, but after much tinkering it only got worse so I went back to the original. I hope it suffices.


i thought the flow was just fine... :wink:

Lise, the little elven girl, coughed once, and twice and then rolled herself in her blanket again. Viconia sat by her side, having just given her a soothing potion to help her sleep. The Drow ruffled the girl's hair for a bit, stood up to close the shades and then left the room, softly closing the door behind her.


why do i get the feeling that some of the kids in your class are sick? :roll:

Apparently satisfied with the answer, the kids waved at Lise from the doorway and left for their own room. It was late, almost midnight and thus way past their bedtime. Most of the party had already turned in as well. Viconia, in the meantime, having cared for the girl for most of the evening and preparing her for the night, stifled a yawn and moved down the stairs. There, she found Laska sitting at the table with Rose. Laska was intently moving the quill over the table while Rose guided her movements.


oh my...rose sure seems to like teaching a lot...hmmm? :P

Viconia peeked over Laska's shoulder and noticed the tattooed elf was writing, no less. And, in what turned out to be an even bigger surprise, she was writing in such a way that it could actually be read without needing a codebook to decipher it. But there is was, clear as crystal : "The Elves of Evermeet Eat Elven Elk-Esophagus." A classic tongue-twister.


bah...legable handwriting is overrated.. :roll:

"It's so easy!" Laska grinned. "Why couldn't I do this before?"


cause you have no patience? :twisted:

Viconia sighed, not exactly having the patience to deal with the stubborn elf sitting in front of her. "Lise being sick right now proves otherwise. Listen, the diseases of the other races don't bother us, but we have our own elven specific diseases."


like nymphomania? :twisted: :wink: :lol:

"Believe it," Viconia added. "Elven diseases are often of a semi-magical nature, but they certainly exist."


including...MAGICAL STD???!!! :shock: :shock: :shock:

"Can't get it!" Rose called from the bedroom while she was undressing. "We get Vindae Syndrome."


sounds like she's several sentences back in the conversation...actually that adds to the flow...its more realistic..

"What about me?" Laska said. "I've never heard of this this Vindae Syndrome until today... and I've never been ill in my life! Uh, well, apart from those times I got really drunk, but that's not a disease."


yeah...she's hung out more with humans most her life, so she's never been exposed...which means, reduced immune system for elven diseases... :?

"One could argue about that," Viconia replied. "In any case, you certainly will get Vindae now. Lise's been running around the house all day."


hopefully its not like adult mumps...bad disease to get when you're old... :shock:

"I've never been sick before," Laska sing-songed. "Oh, dearie me, whatever shall I wear?"


one of those bunny suits kids wear... :lol:

Khittix was still skittering around the living room, hunting for giant flies. Unfortunately, Audrey had beaten him to the punch.


that place has GIANT FLIES???!!! :shock:

Khittix skittered into the room and headed straight for his basket. He curled up and left the land of the waking almost immediately. Viconia shared this room with Imoen. Even though Imoen had her own room, which was painted pink, it was hardly ever used. And, to Viconia's eternal dismay, a lot of Imoen's items had found their way into Viconia room, which she had painstakingly decorated to be 100% aesthetically correct before Imoen moved in.


early modern grim... :P

Viconia shook her head again. Those books on the darkest of rites simply didn't have the same 'punch' when next to the collection on the bookshelf stood a plush pink penguin. And a painting titled 'Deathstalker murdered' simply didn't have the same impact when a small painting of kittens in a pink basket hung next to it. And she didn't even want to mention the romance novels on the bookshelf.


imoen: but the penguin is perfect!!! and the kittens are so cute...

Right now, Imoen was fluffing up the duvet. It was black, and the one thing that would make Viconia fight to the last if Imoen wanted to replace it with a pink one. Imoen, in the meantime, had already changed before Viconia had entered the room. Her nightshift was pink, of course.


imoen: ok, vic, let's compromise...

vic: how?

imoen: pink handcuffs... :oops:

vic: ok... :( :( :D

"Oh," Viconia grinned when she dropped her robe and washed her face. Finally, Viconia removed her underwear and reached for her nightshift. All the while, she felt a set of eyes burning into her back. After turning around, she noticed that Imoen quickly dove under the duvet and pulled it to just below her eyes, still allowing her a peek.


:D :D :D

"Your tone of voice," Viconia said. "You only say 'G'Night' like that when you want to ask me a question."


imoen: or i want a drink of water, or if i'm cold, or...

vic: high maintainence...sigh.. :roll:

"Do you think I'm ugly?"


absolutely not!

Satisfied with the answer, Imoen smiled and did so. But only after kissing Viconia's cheek briefly.


those two are cute.. :oops:

"Oh, gods," Rose groaned when she picked up her pillow and jammed her head under it. It was morning and the sun's rays blasted in through the window... Across the street that damn rooster was crowing again. Fantasies of that annoying rooster sizzling on the spit entered her mind. Hm, now she wasn't only awake, she was hungry too.


let jan test one of his inventions on the rooster... :twisted:

"Two glasses of whiskey and three ales," Rose said. "Not enough to make someone of your drinking experience sick."


actually that would make me sick...more alchohol than i consume most months...yech.. :?

The tattooed elf didn't respond anymore, aside from another mournful groan. Rose realized that Laska was still undressed and put her half of the duvet over the now disabled elf to keep her warm. She noticed her feet had been sticking out from under the duvet and were now as a cold as a stone. Rose took some fuzzy slippers from the floor and put them on Laska's feet.


bunny slippers? i actually have fuzzy slippers...fuzzy slug slippers...my university offical school mascot is the banana slug...so i have slug shirts, stuffed slug plush dolls, and slug slippers... :twisted:

Viconia pressed against Laska's shoulders to get her back down in bed. "You are ill and you need rest," Viconia stated and briefly tapped Laska's forehead. A small blue halo surrounded her finger and Laska's head fell on her pillow as if it was a rock.


doesn't cure disease spell work on this? :roll:

"Because she's older, right?" Rose said.


like catching mumps when you're older..

"JANSEN!" Viconia snarled. "You do not sneak up on a Drow! What the hell were you doing back there?"


:roll: :roll: :roll:

Jan turned back to the plant. "I got lost, I guess. Fell asleep behind the statue. Anyway, about illnesses, my uncle Jimbo knows illnesses. He's had just about all of them, but one day, on his death bed, he told me one of the wisest life-lessons I have ever heard. It went like this : Particle-gnome, particle-gnome, doing the things a particle can. What's he like? It's not important. Is he a dot, or is he a speck? When he's underwater does he get wet? Or does the water get him instead? Nobody knows, Particle-gnome. Triangle-gnome, triangle-gnome, triangle-gnome hates particle-gnome. They have a fight, Triangle wins. Triangle-gnome."


that song is silly... :roll:

At that moment, Laska left her bedroom. She was fully dressed : leather pants, boots and vest and her hair was tied back in the usual long thick braid, though the braid was put together sloppy at the moment. She leaned against the doorpost of a moment, before staggering towards the front door. She seemed gaunt in the face and even paler than usual as she stopped to support herself against the wall.


:shock:

"Goin' down the pub," Laska said.


that's what i should have done...last week got a persistant case of food poisoning, i should have bought some hard booze and gotten drunk.. :cry:

It had been a long day trying to keep a reluctant Laska in bed. The tattooed elf tried to be active as always, even though she was wobbling on her feet most of the time. She had tried to sneak into the kitchen to cook, but nearly toppled on top of the furnace before she was found out. She had tried to sneak into the winecellar and poured wine all over herself because she just wasn't able to put the bottle to her mouth. She had tried to tend her garden, but nearly impaled herself on her own hoe.


gah... :roll: :roll: :roll:

In the end, Rose and Viconia were more tired than Rose was. She was glad when she was finally able to go to sleep next to Laska, who was already in the land of dreams. But suddenly, Rose was being shook awake. Opening her eyes, she noticed two things : First of all, it was still completely dark outside, meaning it was the middle of the night. Secondly, Laska was still shaking her and was definitely in a state of panic. Muttering something Viconia had said about Laska being worse than a spoiled child, Rose sat up.


laska is a spoilt child... :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: by elven calender, she's still a child, right? :twisted:

"Eeew!" Rose pouted as she regarded her now soiled night-shift. "Elf-snot!"


wait, she doesn't even get allergys? lucky.. :roll:

Laska shifted in her bed inside the darkened bedroom. "But it tastes so bad..."


she is such a baby... :roll:

"Laska," Viconia said. "This is a delicate potion with delicate components. You're not allowed to eat for an hour after drinking it or it will lose all it's potency. So, what do you think will happen if you pour scotch into it?!" In the background, Rose was shaking her head.


:roll:

Viconia turned to Laska again, snarling in her face. "Preparing one of those potions takes a long time, Laska. I've been sacrificing my free time, my spell-components and my magic to try to make you better and here you go and do a stupid thing like this! And to make matters worse," Viconia's face contorted in a visage of sharp pain. "I think I just broke two toes..."


:lol: :lol: :lol:

"I'm sufffffferrrriiinnnngggg," wailed Laska from her bedroom.


vic: so what?

laska: you're cruel, viccy.. :twisted:

"Coming!" Rose said as she came in with a carefully prepared glass of chocolate milk. It was an easy meal, even Rose could prepare it, so she decided to treat Laska.


and she didn't blow up anything? :shock:

"It's too warm," Laska wailed. Immediately, a slightly less happy Rose left the room and returned to the kitchen.


poor rosie...

A few seconds later, the sounds of chocolate milk spraying out of an elf's mouth sounded, followed by a yelp.


actually she should have been wearing the milk several exchanges back...rose has got too much patience.. :P

"I'm sufffferrrrinngggg!" sounded from the bedroom.


rose: so what?

Imoen entered the house, still licking at the remnants of the gigantic pink icecream cone she had bought on the streets. A pink glob of molten icecream made its way down to the very tip of the cone, only to be deftly caught just in time by Imoen's tongue.


GAHHHHHHHHHH!!! do you know what flavor ice cream is pink? pink bubblegum...yech...the most revoltingly vile flavor ever...even worse than chocholate...(i love coffee ice cream and french vanilla)

A few moments later, she came out again. "Sorry," Rose said. "Laska wanted her pillow fluffed. You were saying?"


you know laska is enjoying this... :P

"I was being too noisy," Rose replied.


poor rose..

"But I can't go to the bathroom, I just can't!" Laska wailed. "I'm too weak! You're going to have to help me."


:roll:

Laska rolled in her bed and put her pillow over her head. "You don't love me anymore!"


laska is becoming ce'nedra... :twisted: :twisted: :twisted: (david edding, belgariad)

A few minutes later, she had lifted the larger woman from the bed and was literally dragging her to the bathroom. Laska half-lay on her back, barely supporting herself on her legs, obviously letting Rose do most of the work. Finally, Rose had dragged, her to the bathroom.


good thing rose has been working out.. :twisted:

"There," Rose said and closed the door behind her. "You'll have to do the rest yourself."


laska: rose, can you help me take off my pants?

rose: normally, that's something i enjoy...but this time, you're on your own... :P

"HELP!" sounded from Laska. "I've fallen! And I can't get up!"


:lol:

Laska smiled as she let her fingertips slide over Rose's arm, slowly moving to her tummy, tickling her bellybutton before letting her hand rest there. She briefly kissed Rose's neck, slowly moving a trail of kisses towards her earlobe before taking it into her mouth and gently suckling on it. But just as she pressed her body against Rose's back, Rose let out a few loud coughs.


:twisted:

Rose smiled for a moment. "I know that, you know that, but Laska doesn't know that," she winked.


:twisted: :twisted: :twisted: payback is evil...and so much fun... :twisted:

Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting.
 


:twisted:

Isn't Laska a horrible patient? :twisted:


quite the worst ever... :twisted: too bad rose is too nice to keep this up for more than a couple of days.. :twisted:

Next up will be Shaya. :) I've been ignoring her a bit.


yay!!! :wink:

---Weyoun


:wink:

#3 Arcalian

Posted 07 June 2005 - 05:59 PM

*comforts poor Laska*
The road to the abyss may be paved with good intentions, but it is those with bad intentions that race down that road as fast as they can.

#4 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 07 June 2005 - 06:24 PM

Sorry for my absence. Been preoccupied lately. :(


Retaking the exams, aren’t you? Hope it went well. :)

Viconia peeked over Laska's shoulder and noticed the tattooed elf was writing, no less. And, in what turned out to be an even bigger surprise, she was writing in such a way that it could actually be read without needing a codebook to decipher it. But there is was, clear as crystal : "The Elves of Evermeet Eat Elven Elk-Esophagus." A classic tongue-twister.


Whoa! I’m impressed! Laska’s becoming civilized and educated. :)

Viconia sighed, not exactly having the patience to deal with the stubborn elf sitting in front of her. "Lise being sick right now proves otherwise. Listen, the diseases of the other races don't bother us, but we have our own elven specific diseases."


Given that they are elves, shouldn’t those diseases be very pleasant? :(

"I already had it when I was 22. A bit late, perhaps, but if you've had it once, you'll never contract it again," the Drow replied. "What about you, hm?"


Sounds like elven measles to me. :D

Viconia shook her head again. Those books on the darkest of rites simply didn't have the same 'punch' when next to the collection on the bookshelf stood a plush pink penguin. And a painting titled 'Deathstalker murdered' simply didn't have the same impact when a small painting of kittens in a pink basket hung next to it. And she didn't even want to mention the romance novels on the bookshelf.


Imoen is seriously cramping her style… :D

"Are you okay?" Rose asked. "Ah, how stupid of me, of course you're not okay. You're ill!"


"Bollocks," Laska whispered weakly. "Elves don't get ill... So I'm not ill at all... How much did I drink yesterday?"


:cry: I think that hangover is pretty easy to distinguish from illness…

"Going to wake Viconia," Rose said. "I'll be right back, don't worry."


"Hah," Laska chuckled briefly, a chuckle which turned into a cough. "Now you'll see that I'm not ill."


Oh yes, I’m sure that you’re going to fool Viconia… :)

"Unmistakable," Viconia said after examining Laska. Actually, she had only needed two seconds : one to walk into the room and one to diagnose her patient. "Vindae."


:D Must feel good for Vic.

"Quite so," Viconia said. "She won't suffer any extra ill effects of Vindae, but it'll take longer for her to recover. Expect coughs, headaches, exhaustion and disorientation, but nothing more than that."


Expect also annoying the hell out of you, I suspect… :D

Jan turned back to the plant. "I got lost, I guess. Fell asleep behind the statue. Anyway, about illnesses, my uncle Jimbo knows illnesses. He's had just about all of them, but one day, on his death bed, he told me one of the wisest life-lessons I have ever heard. It went like this : Particle-gnome, particle-gnome, doing the things a particle can. What's he like? It's not important. Is he a dot, or is he a speck? When he's underwater does he get wet? Or does the water get him instead? Nobody knows, Particle-gnome. Triangle-gnome, triangle-gnome, triangle-gnome hates particle-gnome. They have a fight, Triangle wins. Triangle-gnome."


*strangle* :D

At that moment, Laska left her bedroom. She was fully dressed : leather pants, boots and vest and her hair was tied back in the usual long thick braid, though the braid was put together sloppy at the moment. She leaned against the doorpost of a moment, before staggering towards the front door. She seemed gaunt in the face and even paler than usual as she stopped to support herself against the wall.


Ugh… should have tied her down…

"Not wise," Viconia said. "You're supposed to step out of the pub staggering, not going in staggering."


Maybe she’d walk out straight? / and I don't mean straight as in her sexual orientation... :P

It had been a long day trying to keep a reluctant Laska in bed. The tattooed elf tried to be active as always, even though she was wobbling on her feet most of the time. She had tried to sneak into the kitchen to cook, but nearly toppled on top of the furnace before she was found out. She had tried to sneak into the winecellar and poured wine all over herself because she just wasn't able to put the bottle to her mouth. She had tried to tend her garden, but nearly impaled herself on her own hoe.


She’s being foolish, though for someone as hyperactive as her, it must be horrible having to stay in bed.

Rose suppressed a giggle. "Laska," she grinned. "Have you never had a cold?"


Laska looked confused.


That’s such an inferior human disease, after all… :D

Laska pulled the hanky to her nose and blew through her nose using all of her mighty lung-capacity. Unfortunately for Rose, the results were hurtled everywhere, to the floor, the sheets, Rose's nightshift and, of course, in the new shredded paper hanky.


ICK!!! :D

"Jussaminute," Laska said and reached over to the nightstand. Viconia looked on with fascination as the elf, who almost toppled out of bed, grabbed something from the drawer. A little something which turned out to be a pocketflask.


"You stupid..." Viconia hissed as she took the pocketflask, despite Laska's loud protests. "You've been mixing this with alcohol, haven't you?"


Makes all medicine taste better… especially the sedatives… :wink:

Viconia turned to Laska again, snarling in her face. "Preparing one of those potions takes a long time, Laska. I've been sacrificing my free time, my spell-components and my magic to try to make you better and here you go and do a stupid thing like this! And to make matters worse," Viconia's face contorted in a visage of sharp pain. "I think I just broke two toes..."


Vic, most medication comes with instructions of use… it helps prevent confusions such as this. :P

"It's too warm," Laska wailed. Immediately, a slightly less happy Rose left the room and returned to the kitchen.


A few moments later, she emerged from the kitchen again and headed towards the bedroom, again holding a glass of chocolate milk.


"Not enough sugar!" wailed Laska.


Okay, she’s asking to be kicked… :P

"Too much milk!" Laska wailed. Immediately, a rather angry looking Rose stomped back into the kitchen... and after a few more moments, stomped back towards the bedroom wearing a scowl befitting a thunderstorm.


A few seconds later, the sounds of chocolate milk spraying out of an elf's mouth sounded, followed by a yelp.


Yay! :)

A few moments later, Rose came out. "Oh, hi, Imoen," she greeted. Imoen smiled and took a bite from her icecream. "I gave Laska a little bell, so she doesn't have to wail through the house when she wants something."


I hate those bell sounds already… and I suspect Rose will hate them too after hearing it for the umpteenth time…

Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting. Rose let out a sigh and let a bewildered Imoen behind as she returned to the bedroom. A slightly frustrated Rose returned a few moments later. "Sorry. Laska wanted a window opened and..."


Being thrown out? ;)

A few moments later, she came out again. "What did she want?" Imoen asked.


"I was being too noisy," Rose replied.


I hope you made her swallow that bell? :D

Laska actually pouted. "Why are you being so mean?" she said with a tiny voice. "I thought you loved me."


Rose put her hands on her hips. "That's emotional blackmail, Laska."


Yeah… I hate seeing people try that, it’s sickening and petty… :(

"HELP!" sounded from Laska. "I've fallen! And I can't get up!"


Rose felt like punching something.


Well, there’s always Laska… ;)

Oddly enough, Rose still seemed to be sleeping. She lay on her side, facing away from Laska. The duvet half-covered her unclothed body as she slept, and Laska, who'd been deprived for the last two days, considered she would like an exersize of a very different nature.


She’s so egoistical, isn’t she? :D

Rose lay on her back, smiling as Viconia raised an eyebrow. "Now..." the Drow said. "I know you're not ill."


Rose smiled for a moment. "I know that, you know that, but Laska doesn't know that," she winked.


Clever! :oops: I hope she’ll be as annoying patient as Laska was! ;)

Isn't Laska a horrible patient? :wink:


Well, yes… but I think that I was about as bad as a kid… ;)

#5 Laufey

Posted 07 June 2005 - 09:07 PM

Sorry for my absence. Been preoccupied lately. :)


Aw...I know...


Viconia peeked over Laska's shoulder and noticed the tattooed elf was writing, no less. And, in what turned out to be an even bigger surprise, she was writing in such a way that it could actually be read without needing a codebook to decipher it. But there is was, clear as crystal : "The Elves of Evermeet Eat Elven Elk-Esophagus." A classic tongue-twister.


Well, this is just sweet! :cry:


"Come on," Laska put down the paper. "Elves don't get ill, everybody knows that! Maybe it's something she ate?"


She's about to be proven wrong, I think... :D


"I've never been sick before," Laska said. "And I'm never going to start. I'll show you that elves never get ill by not getting ill."


Famous last words!


Viconia shook her head again. Those books on the darkest of rites simply didn't have the same 'punch' when next to the collection on the bookshelf stood a plush pink penguin. And a painting titled 'Deathstalker murdered' simply didn't have the same impact when a small painting of kittens in a pink basket hung next to it. And she didn't even want to mention the romance novels on the bookshelf.


Were they pink kittens? :(

"Do you think I'm ugly?"


Viconia shifted and turned to look at Imoen. "Excuse me?"


"When I was turned into a Drow, you said I looked magnificent... and my scar was gone... and my hair was long... and..."


Oh, silly Immy...of course she doesn't think that.


Rose was getting seriously worried now. "Laska," she said. "Free booze!"


Oh dear, this is bad!


Jan turned back to the plant. "I got lost, I guess. Fell asleep behind the statue. Anyway, about illnesses, my uncle Jimbo knows illnesses. He's had just about all of them, but one day, on his death bed, he told me one of the wisest life-lessons I have ever heard. It went like this : Particle-gnome, particle-gnome, doing the things a particle can. What's he like? It's not important. Is he a dot, or is he a speck? When he's underwater does he get wet? Or does the water get him instead? Nobody knows, Particle-gnome. Triangle-gnome, triangle-gnome, triangle-gnome hates particle-gnome. They have a fight, Triangle wins. Triangle-gnome."


That...sounds eerily familiar, somehow!


"Tiiiimmmmmbeeeerrrrrr!" Jan shouted as the elf started to topple and fell backwards, ending up laying sprawled on the carpet.


Rose and Viconia were beside her immediately.


"Girls?" Laska muttered. "I'm ill..."


No kidding!


"No, I guess you haven't," Rose said. "Don't worry, it's normal."


"Nobmal?! I can't breathe!" Laska said. "I'll subbocate in my sleeb!"


You know, I've seriously had this comment directed at me. Not exaggerating.


"Jussaminute," Laska said and reached over to the nightstand. Viconia looked on with fascination as the elf, who almost toppled out of bed, grabbed something from the drawer. A little something which turned out to be a pocketflask.


"You stupid..." Viconia hissed as she took the pocketflask, despite Laska's loud protests. "You've been mixing this with alcohol, haven't you?"


"Makes it taste better... And I'm thirsty."


"Laska," Viconia said. "This is a delicate potion with delicate components. You're not allowed to eat for an hour after drinking it or it will lose all it's potency. So, what do you think will happen if you pour scotch into it?!" In the background, Rose was shaking her head.


*shakes head* And now contradicting doctor's orders...


Feeling thoroughly chided by the Drow now trying limp out of the door in a slightly dignified matter, Laska ducked back under the covers. "But... I'm still siiiiicccckkkkk."


"TOUGH!" shouted the Drow from the hallway.


:D :) :oops:


Laska insisted on leaving the door to her darkened bedroom open, just to get the feeling she was still involved in everything, even though she was not. Imoen and Viconia sat at the table, quietly chatting.


"I'm sufffffferrrriiinnnngggg," wailed Laska from her bedroom.


Oh, put a sock in it!


A few moments later, she emerged from the kitchen again and headed towards the bedroom, again holding a glass of chocolate milk.


"Not enough sugar!" wailed Laska.


Stop pushing it, Laska...


"I'm sufffferrrrinngggg!" sounded from the bedroom.


"Go ahead," Viconia called back. "Suffer..."


"My sheets are all weeeeetttttttttt and my hair is diiirrrrtttyyyyyy!"


TOUGH! :wink:


A few moments later, Rose came out. "Oh, hi, Imoen," she greeted. Imoen smiled and took a bite from her icecream. "I gave Laska a little bell, so she doesn't have to wail through the house when she wants something."


"Uh, Rose," Imoen said. "That might not be a good idea..."


Bad idea. Very, very bad idea.


Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting. Rose let out a sigh and let a bewildered Imoen behind as she returned to the bedroom. A slightly frustrated Rose returned a few moments later. "Sorry. Laska wanted a window opened and..."


Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting.


"Oh, BOTHER!" Rose growled and stomped back into bedroom while Imoen giggled.


See? :D


Laska actually pouted. "Why are you being so mean?" she said with a tiny voice. "I thought you loved me."


NnnngggghhH!


Rose smiled for a moment. "I know that, you know that, but Laska doesn't know that," she winked.


Viconia nodded. "Take as much time as you need."


"I will," Rose said as she reached for the little bell. "But right now, I really need my pillow fluffed."


Ting-ting-ting-ting-ting.
 


Heeee...love Rose's Revenge, of course. :wink:
Rogues do it from behind.

#6 Guest_Q'alooaith_*

Posted 09 June 2005 - 11:16 PM

Sorry for my absence. Been preoccupied lately. :wink:



You know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder, or some pysdo romantic dribble like that.

:twisted:



Nice sideplot, good to get away from all this serouse "plotline" stuff and have a good chuckle now and again..


*why didn't I comment yesterday when I read it the first time?*



Funny pretty much from head to toe, made me laugh.

#7 Guest_Clovis_*

Posted 10 June 2005 - 08:26 AM

BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!


That was just classic. ;)

(Coulda done without the elf-snot, though ;) )

#8 Weyoun

Posted 12 June 2005 - 10:20 PM

yeah..real life can be such a drag... :P


I know. Got San Andreas to keep me occupied now, though. :)

actually rose's payback was just...sweet... :twisted:


And fitting. :)

why do i get the feeling that some of the kids in your class are sick? :roll:


Actually, I was the one sick lately. :)

oh my...rose sure seems to like teaching a lot...hmmm? :P


Planned ahead, I swear. I wanted their relationship to have a more friendship level. Rose helping Laska to write properly felt like a neat idea. As usual, Laska just has no patience. :)

bah...legable handwriting is overrated.. :roll:


Don't I know it.

cause you have no patience? :twisted:


Exactly. ;)

like nymphomania? ;) :) :D


LOL! Well, it helps. :)

including...MAGICAL STD???!!! :D :D :D


According to the unofficial guide, aptly nicknamed the 'book of elf-porn', there are. But as I see it, there aren't, and human STD's don't bother elves much. So, basically, till she's 80, she can do whatever she wants without consequences.

yeah...she's hung out more with humans most her life, so she's never been exposed...which means, reduced immune system for elven diseases... :?


Even among elves, diseases are rare, so it wouldn't have made a difference.

hopefully its not like adult mumps...bad disease to get when you're old... :D


Not quite that bad. More like chickenpox when you're old. :)

that place has GIANT FLIES???!!! :D


Hey, if there are giant spiders, there should be giant flies. :)

early modern grim... :P


:twisted:

imoen: ok, vic, let's compromise...


vic: how?


imoen: pink handcuffs... :oops:


vic: ok... :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:


:D :oops:

vic: high maintainence...sigh.. :roll:


:twisted:

those two are cute.. :oops:


They can be. :)

actually that would make me sick...more alchohol than i consume most months...yech.. :?


Laska's got an iron liver. :)

bunny slippers? i actually have fuzzy slippers...fuzzy slug slippers...my university offical school mascot is the banana slug...so i have slug shirts, stuffed slug plush dolls, and slug slippers... :)


Uh, are you serious? A banana-slug?! :P

It sounds humorous, though, instead of fake-glamourous. Probably a fun school. My uni's symbol was actually a griffin, I kid you not. :) *Insert inane jansen-tale here*

that song is silly... :roll:


But funny. :)

that's what i should have done...last week got a persistant case of food poisoning, i should have bought some hard booze and gotten drunk.. :cry:


Ouch. Hope you've recovered. :shock:

laska is a spoilt child... :) :) :) by elven calender, she's still a child, right? :)


Very much so. She's only 29, fully matured physically since she was 23, but fully mentally mature she'll be a century from now. And, because maturing requires proper guidance and teaching by elder elves, she'll never mature fully and always remain chaotic, impatient, wild and prone to act before she thinks.

wait, she doesn't even get allergys? lucky.. :roll:


She's pretty much in the clear on anything. :)

she is such a baby... :roll:


:)


"I'm sufffffferrrriiinnnngggg," wailed Laska from her bedroom.


vic: so what?


laska: you're cruel, viccy.. :)


:cry: 8)

and she didn't blow up anything? :shock:


It's hard to ruin toast. :)

actually she should have been wearing the milk several exchanges back...rose has got too much patience.. :P


That'll change. :)

GAHHHHHHHHHH!!! do you know what flavor ice cream is pink? pink bubblegum...yech...the most revoltingly vile flavor ever...even worse than chocholate...(i love coffee ice cream and french vanilla)


Imoen likes anything that's sugary and pink. :)

you know laska is enjoying this... :P


Yup. :)

laska is becoming ce'nedra... 8) :D :) (david edding, belgariad)


That was an evil thing to do. :)


A few minutes later, she had lifted the larger woman from the bed and was literally dragging her to the bathroom. Laska half-lay on her back, barely supporting herself on her legs, obviously letting Rose do most of the work. Finally, Rose had dragged, her to the bathroom.


good thing rose has been working out.. :)


Laska's not THAT heavy. :)


"There," Rose said and closed the door behind her. "You'll have to do the rest yourself."


laska: rose, can you help me take off my pants?


rose: normally, that's something i enjoy...but this time, you're on your own... :P


:)


"HELP!" sounded from Laska. "I've fallen! And I can't get up!"


:lol:


Couldn't resist.

:) :) 8) payback is evil...and so much fun... 8)


Oh, it is. :)

:wink:


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"The New Age? It's just the old age stuck in a microwave oven for fifteen seconds" - James Randi

#9 Weyoun

Posted 12 June 2005 - 10:28 PM

*comforts poor Laska*


She'll be fine. :twisted:
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#10 Weyoun

Posted 12 June 2005 - 10:35 PM

Retaking the exams, aren’t you? Hope it went well. 8)


Uh, not exactly. I'll explain later.

Whoa! I’m impressed! Laska’s becoming civilized and educated. :D


She IS?! :twisted: What did that happen? :D

Given that they are elves, shouldn’t those diseases be very pleasant? :)


Nope. A disease is a disease. And because everything else in their lives goes pleasantly, even the smallest of diseases can have a big impact. :)

Sounds like elven measles to me. :D


More like elven chickenpox. :)

:) I think that hangover is pretty easy to distinguish from illness…


:twisted:

Oh yes, I’m sure that you’re going to fool Viconia… :)


Because she's easy to fool. 8)


"Unmistakable," Viconia said after examining Laska. Actually, she had only needed two seconds : one to walk into the room and one to diagnose her patient. "Vindae."


:twisted: Must feel good for Vic.


You have no idea. ;)

*strangle* :D


Hey, it's a cool song. :)

Maybe she’d walk out straight? / and I don't mean straight as in her sexual orientation... :P


That'd be an interesting turn of events.

That’s such an inferior human disease, after all… :D


Not just human, but every race except elves. Lucky bastards. :)

Vic, most medication comes with instructions of use… it helps prevent confusions such as this. :)


I don't think Vic'll appreciate that comment. :)

Okay, she’s asking to be kicked… :)


:)

Yay! :D


8)

I hope you made her swallow that bell? :D


Tehre's a better use for it. :twisted:

She’s so egoistical, isn’t she? :D


Immature too. :twisted:

Clever! :twisted: I hope she’ll be as annoying patient as Laska was! :)


Rose'll definitely try. :)


Isn't Laska a horrible patient? :twisted:


Well, yes… but I think that I was about as bad as a kid… 8)


As was I. :)
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#11 Weyoun

Posted 12 June 2005 - 10:39 PM

Aw...I know...


Less tired now, though. :)

Well, this is just sweet! :)


Figured it'd be nice to do something for them both.

Famous last words!


:twisted:

Were they pink kittens? :D


No, but they were in a pink basket. :)

Oh, silly Immy...of course she doesn't think that.


Immy can have an insecure streak. :)

Oh dear, this is bad!


:twisted:

That...sounds eerily familiar, somehow!


Check out the link below the story. :)

You know, I've seriously had this comment directed at me. Not exaggerating.


Seriously?! You'd think people have more sense. At least LAska has the excuse of inexperience.

*shakes head* And now contradicting doctor's orders...


Laska's a menace, isn't she? 8)

;) :) :D


Bet you wanted to say that a couple of times. :twisted:

Oh, put a sock in it!


And that... :twisted:

TOUGH! :twisted:


:twisted: 8)

Bad idea. Very, very bad idea.


And she'll find out why soon enough. :)

NnnngggghhH!


That was evil, wasn't it?


Heeee...love Rose's Revenge, of course. :twisted:


Turnabout is fair play. :)
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#12 Weyoun

Posted 12 June 2005 - 10:41 PM

You know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder, or some pysdo romantic dribble like that.


:twisted:


My, that's a cheerful answer. :twisted: But I like it.

Nice sideplot, good to get away from all this serouse "plotline" stuff and have a good chuckle now and again..


I have loads of these sorts of sidelines. I love writing them.

*why didn't I comment yesterday when I read it the first time?*


Doesn't matter. Thanks for commenting altogether!

Funny pretty much from head to toe, made me laugh.


Ah, then I've done my job! Thanks!
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#13 Weyoun

Posted 12 June 2005 - 10:41 PM

BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!


:twisted: Glad you liked the story. :)

That was just classic. :D


Thanks!

(Coulda done without the elf-snot, though ;) )


Ah, but it was funny! :twisted:
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#14 Guest_Lord E_*

Posted 28 June 2005 - 11:29 PM

"One could argue about that," Viconia replied. "In any case, you certainly will get Vindae now. Lise's been running around the house all day."


Laska looked Viconia in the eye. "Am I going to get sick?"


Another thing she has in common with Sarry. Really doesn't like to be helpless or even in need of help.

"Yes."


Laska remained silent for a moment, until : "Bollocks!"


Articulate, sn't she.



"Your tone of voice," Viconia said. "You only say 'G'Night' like that when you want to ask me a question."


A very lover-like comment :twisted:

"Do you think I'm ugly?"


You can't ask that. There is only one correct answer to that question. If s/he says anything but 'of course not', you will be scarred for life.


Rose was getting seriously worried now. "Laska," she said. "Free booze!"


No reaction. Now, it was time to panic.


LOL!

"Girls?" Laska muttered. "I'm ill..."


Hm, the fall tipped you off?


"Eeew!" Rose pouted as she regarded her now soiled night-shift. "Elf-snot!"


They have snot? Good-good :roll:

"I'm sick," Laska whispered into her pillow. "I'm so siiiiiiiiccccckkkkk..."


Oh yes, and once she gets used to the idea she whines worse than Aerie :roll:

Feeling thoroughly chided by the Drow now trying limp out of the door in a slightly dignified matter, Laska ducked back under the covers. "But... I'm still siiiiicccckkkkk."


"TOUGH!" shouted the Drow from the hallway.


Vicky is the kind of healer who only takes so much whining :twisted:

A few moments later, she came out again. "What did she want?" Imoen asked.


Laska wanted the bell stuffed horizontally up her ass...

Laska actually pouted. "Why are you being so mean?" she said with a tiny voice. "I thought you loved me."


Rose put her hands on her hips. "That's emotional blackmail, Laska."


She's being Aerie ;)


Rose lay on her back, smiling as Viconia raised an eyebrow. "Now..." the Drow said. "I know you're not ill."


Rose smiled for a moment. "I know that, you know that, but Laska doesn't know that," she winked.


Yay ;) Good for her!


Isn't Laska a horrible patient? :twisted:


She's exactly the type :twisted:

#15 Weyoun

Posted 03 July 2005 - 10:09 AM

Another thing she has in common with Sarry. Really doesn't like to be helpless or even in need of help.


But if she does get helpless, she expects to be the center of the universe. ;) I thought that would be a funny paradox. :shock:

Articulate, sn't she.


It's her favorite exclamation! :roll:

A very lover-like comment ;)


Couldn't resist.

You can't ask that. There is only one correct answer to that question. If s/he says anything but 'of course not', you will be scarred for life.


LOL! Exactly. Imoen certainly does expect a positive answer. ;)

Hm, the fall tipped you off?


You could say it finally hit her in the head.


"Eeew!" Rose pouted as she regarded her now soiled night-shift. "Elf-snot!"


They have snot? Good-good ;)


LOL! Everybody has snot when they get sick... though I really don't want to see dragon-snot. ;)

Oh yes, and once she gets used to the idea she whines worse than Aerie :D


We all have an inner Aerie. (Scary thought, isn't it?). I only needed to bring Laska's out to come and play. ;)

Laska wanted the bell stuffed horizontally up her ass...


ROTFL! Well, she didn't really want that, but that could have been the result. ;)

She's being Aerie :D


Fortunately for Laska, her inner-Aerie will disappear again. The real Aerie will never be that lucky. ;)

She's exactly the type ;)


This was so much fun to write. ;)
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