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6 mos ago
Current I've been on this stupid site for an entire decade now and it's been fantastic, thank you all so much
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2 yrs ago
Nine years seems a lot longer than it feels.
2 yrs ago
Ninety-nine bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles of bottles on the wall
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4 yrs ago
Biting Spider Writing
7 yrs ago
They will look for him from the white tower...but he will not return, from mountains or from sea...
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What kind of technology are we talking in this new world? Medieval? Magitek? Digital? I just need a rough ballpark.
This thing still open? Sounds like a blast!


@Hayazo

Ooh, I like that. I completely forgot about that. Thanks!


Stuck in her own little headspace, floating amidst all of the curious memories she had gathered among the years, Anwen failed to notice the man approaching her until he was standing next to her. At his single word, she jolted back into the conscious world. At seeing his clothing covered in grass and dirt and his appearance generally disheveled, she couldn't suppress a single burst of giggles. It was quite obvious that he'd been in the woods, by the single sprig of hickory leaves that trailed from his mussed-up hair. Her eyelids briefly flicked closed, her cheeks ballooning outwards to stop herself from laughing more. When she opened her eyes again, they were wide and earnest.

"Sorry about not giving you a place to meet or a way to contact you. I..." she glanced away for a moment in embarrassment, "...don't talk to a lot of people, so I got excited and forgot. I figured that if I just stayed here, you'd come back. I thought of looking for you, but then I remembered that I don't know where you live. My bad!"

Her apologetic face quickly bounced back to oblivious happiness. "Still, it all worked out in the end, right? So what did you want to talk about?"

Scuffing her feet idly upon the ground, she suddenly remembered that she wasn't wearing shoes.
It was quite understandable that Anwen be concerned about Alason stopping her again. Given that their previous interaction had culminated in her unintentionally cracking a window by calling plants to her anger, she was somewhat hesitant to even listen, let alone speak, to him. Yet, for all that, her generally good nature won out in the end and she stopped to listen. At first, she was quite ready to be angry once again; it did, after all, sound a pretty fair amount like he was trying, in some ham-fisted way, to proposition her. As he quickly rephrased himself, though, she found her head cocked. Now that he was speaking at a manageable rate, she was rather interested in what he was saying. His final words, an offer of friendship, prompted a massive smile to emerge on her face. This time being careful to avoid drawing plants to her in the same way, she practically squealed in glee, a rather undignified sound to be emerging from a being as old as she.

"Oh, sure!" she chirped, lacing her hands together in front of her chest, "I get off work in," she glanced at the clock on the wall, "about three hours. I'll see you then!"

With that, she skipped off, humming happily and holding the tray of coffee high in a display of coordination far more than one would expect of her.

---

A few hours later, Anwen emerged, de-aproned, into the tavern once more. Only then did she realize three things:

One, she didn't see Alason anywhere,
Two, she had no way of contacting him outside of direct conversation,
And three...she'd never mentioned where he should meet her.

Directing a quick upward huff of frustration at her unruly hair, she briefly considered where she would most likely find him before relying on the time-honored tradition of staying in the same place and waiting. She bit her lip as she walked outside to the small array of tables.

I'll apologize when he gets here.
My computer is broken.

My phone just fell down a storm drain.

Whoops.

I can probably use a friend's device occasionally, but expect me to be MIA for about a week. My bad!
So uh...

You guys remember that thing with my computer breaking and me having to use my phone?

My phone just fell down a storm drain.

Whoops.

I can probably use a friend's device occasionally, but expect me to be MIA for about a week. My bad! I'll try to cobble together a CS regardless.
So uh...

You guys remember that thing with my computer breaking and me having to use my phone?

My phone just fell down a storm drain.

Whoops.

I can probably use a friend's device occasionally, but expect me to be MIA for about a week. My bad!
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