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People!I finished my post last night!While I had no internet connection!And, obviously, my computer broke down this morning!*sigh*I'm for real here, guys. You see... My little brother had a test today. He failed the last one and this was his last chance. I sat with him the entire weekend, helping him study the crap he needed to study. Yesterday, around dinnertime, we were finally done. We celebrated by eating mustard-glazed ham (yummy!). I went to my computer, as I had a night off, and started writing. I was done by bedtime. I was happy. I celebrated by eating half a melon. Then, I went to actually post it. That little computer down in the process bar had a little red x in it. I clicked on it. "No internet connection". Oh, well. I go to bed, thinking I can just post it in the morning when my dad has fixed the internet. I get up in the morning, tell my dad that my internet isn't working. He goes to my computer to try and fix it. He comes back down an hour later, looking sheepish."I broke your Windows"he says,"Sorry"he says.... I flipped my shit on him.I am seriously considering calling a computer guy, but they're so expensive. Usually, I'd just ask my Frontline IT-Supporter ex-boyfriend to help me, but since he's an ex now, I doubt he'd be up for it.I'm on my mom's computer right now, but I do have today off, so I'll see if I can't get a new post witten up before she gets back from home and demands her Facebook in ... two and a half hours.I am so, so, so sorry, guys. I'll really do my best. Heck, I'll even stay up after my mom goes to bed to use her computer to write. So, if I post a post in about twelve hours, thet's what I've done.
I don't know where its too late to help, this is something you could do or risky it would be to do for your mother's computer but...This is what I would do if I owned all your stuff and your mothers, but I don't so I can't take those risks as I don't understand the nature of the problem.
What you could do is remove the hard drive from your computer (assuming such a thing is possible) and plug it into your mother's computer (replacing the CD drive or some thing if there is no extra room on the motherboard) and then boot off your mother computer's hard drive with a working copy of windows, access your hard drive like you would any other drive, back up your important data on your mothers PC and re-install/ recover Windows.
Don't trust me on this and I don't accept any responsibility for anything that happens if you do do this. Like I said, I have little to no understanding of the original problem nor do I know how your dad broke Windows.
Bumble sat quietly as the generous knight magic'd the poor dwarf's body back together. A Hobgoblin's relationship with magic was distant at best, possibly non-existant. Goblinoids as a family were never good at it, they lacked the raw talent to pick it up and the patience to practice such an inefficient killing method in preference to more tied and tested methods, like shiv in neck. Generations of war later, magic is almost unheard of and anyone wanting to waste tribe time and resources fostering this skill has to go. As a result, and despite living around humans whom use magic for pretty much anything, Bumble was still weary of the Arcane arts and simply waited for Elias to finish, instead of distracting him and causing some terrible fate to befall the dwarf.
There was still no way he could pay for all her meals for the week. While one gold coin might not have been much to him, it was to her and it was impolite to just take it, even as a reward for having a relatively short conversation in a bar. If he wouldn't take the money, he'd have to take the food and he'd certainly take the oppotunity to chat her up again, he seemed like the sort of chap who wouldn't go down without a fight. He hadn't actually lied to her, his intentions were pretty clear and giving in like this was essentially protitution, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. Maybe he was only looking for some friends and this was his testosterone filled, backwards way of asking. Maybe he deserved another chance.
"If you refuse to take it back then you'll have ta join me for dinner this week, considering you're paying for it and all"
There was still no way he could pay for all her meals for the week. While one gold coin might not have been much to him, it was to her and it was impolite to just take it, even as a reward for having a relatively short conversation in a bar. If he wouldn't take the money, he'd have to take the food and he'd certainly take the oppotunity to chat her up again, he seemed like the sort of chap who wouldn't go down without a fight. He hadn't actually lied to her, his intentions were pretty clear and giving in like this was essentially protitution, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. Maybe he was only looking for some friends and this was his testosterone filled, backwards way of asking. Maybe he deserved another chance.
"If you refuse to take it back then you'll have ta join me for dinner this week, considering you're paying for it and all"
Still here, just busy with RL. I'll drop something soon
Bumble tried to regain composure, she'd clearly hurt the pride of the poor man. It wasn't his fault though, he was barking up the wrong tree.
A study of Hobgoblin Biology, translated by Bumble Billowgrub
Hobgoblin females typically only go into heat once a year in fall, thought to originally ensure the survival of offspring through harsh winters on the mountains and foothills, it now serves as a means to ensure Hobgoblin population can be maintained despite its war oriented culture. In a society where both men and women are consided equal on the battlefield, it is a hard loss to the chieftain/warlord when 50% of your army becomes unable to fight for several months. As tough as this is for him he takes it on the chin knowing that despite having suffered, all hobgoblin tribes have suffered equally and more importantly, for the rest of the year he can depend on both men and women to fight where as the under-races could not.
Unfortuntely for the soldier, it was just the wrong time of year. That said Bumble spends the right time of year avoiding men in the library basement doing her best to avoid rearing the children of a travelling Hobgoblin or crushing the pelvices of non-goblinoids.
Bumble wanted him to continue though, besides breakfast, he was providing some pretty solid entertainment. She was about to open her mouth until the door swung open and a wounded dwarf was carried over by more soldiers. Despite being in quite a state he seemed in a stable enough condition to prop himself up by the bar. Bumble's suitor seemed slightly spooked by the apparence of his "peers".
“Let me pay for your meal, despite not getting what I wished for, my Lady, I am so terribly sorry but I am afraid that duty calls"
Time to vanish like the rogue you are to escape the law I presume? And I suspect paying for breakfast counts as hush money? Good bye, humourous mayfly of the morning, I shall sit at my window wishing to the stars for the day we might meet again.
A gold coin sat on the wood.
It was stolen, cut from the purse of a real nobleman obviously, nobody that walked round here would dare carry that much round with them. Not unless they were part of the royal guard or -
“I am Elias Nihmgor, Knight of Earroldir,”
Still pretending I see? Surely the squires would see such a pathetic disguise, I mean the real Elias would never... He would visit a place like this, in fact if you were ever looking for Sir Nihmgor this exactly the sort of place anyone in Earroldir would go looking for him, from what she'd heard. What the fuck was going on. Bumble didn't know what to make of all this. As she stared at the gold coin sat on the gnarled wooden table she tried to process the situation in her head. It would be impolite to accept the gold coin, it was way too much.
"Sir Nihmgor, this is too much, I can't possibly take it"
A study of Hobgoblin Biology, translated by Bumble Billowgrub
Hobgoblin females typically only go into heat once a year in fall, thought to originally ensure the survival of offspring through harsh winters on the mountains and foothills, it now serves as a means to ensure Hobgoblin population can be maintained despite its war oriented culture. In a society where both men and women are consided equal on the battlefield, it is a hard loss to the chieftain/warlord when 50% of your army becomes unable to fight for several months. As tough as this is for him he takes it on the chin knowing that despite having suffered, all hobgoblin tribes have suffered equally and more importantly, for the rest of the year he can depend on both men and women to fight where as the under-races could not.
Unfortuntely for the soldier, it was just the wrong time of year. That said Bumble spends the right time of year avoiding men in the library basement doing her best to avoid rearing the children of a travelling Hobgoblin or crushing the pelvices of non-goblinoids.
Bumble wanted him to continue though, besides breakfast, he was providing some pretty solid entertainment. She was about to open her mouth until the door swung open and a wounded dwarf was carried over by more soldiers. Despite being in quite a state he seemed in a stable enough condition to prop himself up by the bar. Bumble's suitor seemed slightly spooked by the apparence of his "peers".
“Let me pay for your meal, despite not getting what I wished for, my Lady, I am so terribly sorry but I am afraid that duty calls"
Time to vanish like the rogue you are to escape the law I presume? And I suspect paying for breakfast counts as hush money? Good bye, humourous mayfly of the morning, I shall sit at my window wishing to the stars for the day we might meet again.
A gold coin sat on the wood.
It was stolen, cut from the purse of a real nobleman obviously, nobody that walked round here would dare carry that much round with them. Not unless they were part of the royal guard or -
“I am Elias Nihmgor, Knight of Earroldir,”
Still pretending I see? Surely the squires would see such a pathetic disguise, I mean the real Elias would never... He would visit a place like this, in fact if you were ever looking for Sir Nihmgor this exactly the sort of place anyone in Earroldir would go looking for him, from what she'd heard. What the fuck was going on. Bumble didn't know what to make of all this. As she stared at the gold coin sat on the gnarled wooden table she tried to process the situation in her head. It would be impolite to accept the gold coin, it was way too much.
"Sir Nihmgor, this is too much, I can't possibly take it"
@leasapotimus, take all the time you need.
I'm here and preparing a post, although I'd really like to leave Ollum a chance to say something now so he's still a part of this.
“I fear you are mistaken, my Lady. I am no Prince; I am merely a Duke,"
Yes! Breakfast was still on the table, well actually, it was still being prepared by the Barkeep but there was still a chance she could get it for free. The frail stick figure hadn't stolen enough of his attention despite her obvious requirement of the fore mentioned resource from him. She was going to try it on more later, they always do. Her type is just as bad as his. The fact he didn't step fleet footedly into the arms of the six foot flirt was interesting, to his merit, he'd stuck to his original plan of bedding Bumble which was both genuinely flattering and somewhat suspicious. He could have a thing for Hobgoblins, which would explain why he was so willing to throw himself at her or he knows he wouldn't have a chance with the Sparkling creature and by focusing on what he thought was achievable he could woo the naive little hobgoblin with his unwavering love for her. There are dreamers and there are realists. What he gained in conviction, he lost in cliché. Bumble almost had chat up bingo already, all she needed was the dream life speech and the invitation to live on the home estate and she'd have won.
The "rough, tough but lovable rogue" slid into the seat next to her, totally giving it all that, which gave him easily +3 to actually kind of creepy. “At least I will be, on my hundreth birthday. But that is not for another human lifetime. Right now, I am with the Earroldian army,”
Clever, clever. Covering the fact you're actually poorer than me before I found out for myself, oh but you will be rich when I'm dead? Oh good for you! Maybe Bumble didn't give this guy enough credit, he's trying to get the best of both worlds, the nobleman & the everyguy routine simultaneously. It looked like Bumble wasn't going to get her bingo so soon. Then the situation ticked over in her mind. Why would he give me reasons to be disinterested? We both know what's going on. The more she thought about it, the hard it was to discern whether he was being honest or not, which raised even more questions. Regardless of how real his spun yarn was he still wanted Bumble's body for less than savoury activities and Bumble still wanted a free breakfast. Just some soft home made bread, a cheese selection and some continental meats, oh with some Ghendal oil and garlic butter. Maybe some ground peppercorns and lush forest berries to go with the wild boar and finely sliced mutton.
Oh! He wants me to play hard to get! Pretending he wasn't Bumbles type would be easy, because he wasn't, but she had just invited him over under the pretence he was noble born and handsomely wealthy, which meant she couldn't be no longer interested in him personality-wise, that just might jeopardise breakfast. She'd have to make herself out the snob/golddigger, which would be hard given that she was clearly not rich nor high born herself. It was going to be tough, the situation demanded it, if it went wrong then maybe he'll stop acting so retarded and they could be friends or-
The smooth criminal was making as much sexual eye contact as he possibly could, his lust-filled eyes looking nowhere but Bumble's own. This was not odd, however the groping hand extended on the table, fingers stretching their full length to find the stem of his goblet was. His refusal to break eye contact to ensure the safe voyage of the drink to his lips was both admirable and hilarious. The stress of trying to maintain oxytocin production in Bumble while trying to track down the glass was too much for him, it was beginning to show and Bumble could barely hold it in. She pulled the best sexy face she could manage to hide many thoughts and attempt to feign disinterest due to the lack of financial gain Bumble could acquire by becoming his mistress but wiggling fingers on the table was much too funny, almost unbearably so.
Fighting the compulsion to laugh as hard as she could, Bumble jested, "Oh well, its not hard to imagine why a soldier might be here, I take it was a heavy ni-?"
The hilarity reached its ultimate conclusion, in a beautiful climax of conflicting forces, both mental and physical. He slipped. He cursed. He caught the goblet but at only at the sacrifice of his own integrity.
"Rhachon le! Did you see that?"
Bumble did see, she could all so the mischievous grin on the pretty girl who entered after herself, she was enjoying it almost as much as Bumble was. She was in stitches. It was hard to keep composure after that display of elven dexterity and agility. She had judged the minx to harshly, while she was still obviously seeking attention it was certainly not the attention the soldier was giving and was clearly up for some more morning appropriate conversation and activities. A free breakfast was almost certainly off the table now, it was still being prepared, it was going to be tough to look sexy after this.
"No?" She said innocently, knowing full well it was obvious she did.
Yes! Breakfast was still on the table, well actually, it was still being prepared by the Barkeep but there was still a chance she could get it for free. The frail stick figure hadn't stolen enough of his attention despite her obvious requirement of the fore mentioned resource from him. She was going to try it on more later, they always do. Her type is just as bad as his. The fact he didn't step fleet footedly into the arms of the six foot flirt was interesting, to his merit, he'd stuck to his original plan of bedding Bumble which was both genuinely flattering and somewhat suspicious. He could have a thing for Hobgoblins, which would explain why he was so willing to throw himself at her or he knows he wouldn't have a chance with the Sparkling creature and by focusing on what he thought was achievable he could woo the naive little hobgoblin with his unwavering love for her. There are dreamers and there are realists. What he gained in conviction, he lost in cliché. Bumble almost had chat up bingo already, all she needed was the dream life speech and the invitation to live on the home estate and she'd have won.
The "rough, tough but lovable rogue" slid into the seat next to her, totally giving it all that, which gave him easily +3 to actually kind of creepy. “At least I will be, on my hundreth birthday. But that is not for another human lifetime. Right now, I am with the Earroldian army,”
Clever, clever. Covering the fact you're actually poorer than me before I found out for myself, oh but you will be rich when I'm dead? Oh good for you! Maybe Bumble didn't give this guy enough credit, he's trying to get the best of both worlds, the nobleman & the everyguy routine simultaneously. It looked like Bumble wasn't going to get her bingo so soon. Then the situation ticked over in her mind. Why would he give me reasons to be disinterested? We both know what's going on. The more she thought about it, the hard it was to discern whether he was being honest or not, which raised even more questions. Regardless of how real his spun yarn was he still wanted Bumble's body for less than savoury activities and Bumble still wanted a free breakfast. Just some soft home made bread, a cheese selection and some continental meats, oh with some Ghendal oil and garlic butter. Maybe some ground peppercorns and lush forest berries to go with the wild boar and finely sliced mutton.
Oh! He wants me to play hard to get! Pretending he wasn't Bumbles type would be easy, because he wasn't, but she had just invited him over under the pretence he was noble born and handsomely wealthy, which meant she couldn't be no longer interested in him personality-wise, that just might jeopardise breakfast. She'd have to make herself out the snob/golddigger, which would be hard given that she was clearly not rich nor high born herself. It was going to be tough, the situation demanded it, if it went wrong then maybe he'll stop acting so retarded and they could be friends or-
The smooth criminal was making as much sexual eye contact as he possibly could, his lust-filled eyes looking nowhere but Bumble's own. This was not odd, however the groping hand extended on the table, fingers stretching their full length to find the stem of his goblet was. His refusal to break eye contact to ensure the safe voyage of the drink to his lips was both admirable and hilarious. The stress of trying to maintain oxytocin production in Bumble while trying to track down the glass was too much for him, it was beginning to show and Bumble could barely hold it in. She pulled the best sexy face she could manage to hide many thoughts and attempt to feign disinterest due to the lack of financial gain Bumble could acquire by becoming his mistress but wiggling fingers on the table was much too funny, almost unbearably so.
Fighting the compulsion to laugh as hard as she could, Bumble jested, "Oh well, its not hard to imagine why a soldier might be here, I take it was a heavy ni-?"
The hilarity reached its ultimate conclusion, in a beautiful climax of conflicting forces, both mental and physical. He slipped. He cursed. He caught the goblet but at only at the sacrifice of his own integrity.
"Rhachon le! Did you see that?"
Bumble did see, she could all so the mischievous grin on the pretty girl who entered after herself, she was enjoying it almost as much as Bumble was. She was in stitches. It was hard to keep composure after that display of elven dexterity and agility. She had judged the minx to harshly, while she was still obviously seeking attention it was certainly not the attention the soldier was giving and was clearly up for some more morning appropriate conversation and activities. A free breakfast was almost certainly off the table now, it was still being prepared, it was going to be tough to look sexy after this.
"No?" She said innocently, knowing full well it was obvious she did.
@Big Sister, its ok, I was under the impression that we were waiting for the last two to make their second posts. Theres no rush, :)
@Big Sister, I'm a massive fan of swing and jazz but I can't listen to anything while I write, I find it very distracting, especially singing, instrumentals aren't too bad
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