mingle a little Mor tonight

[catamite]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

Comments

[principality]

[Aziraphale tilts his head, looking at the board, and the he looks down at the newcomer. Of course, he hears "bear".]

Er...it would appear so. I'm not exactly certain why they need twelve of them. Do you think they might eat them?

[He brings a hand to his face, thinking.]

[catamite]

[HE JUST... turns to stare at him, open-mouthed. he can't believe he just said that.

eventually, he covers his mouth with his hands to muffle a sound between horror and laughter.

what a dirty man. he never would have guessed.]

[principality]

I know, dreadful, you'd think there are better bear parts to eat.

[He makes a slight "tut-tut" sound]

[catamite]

[he either coughs or laughs into his hand--it's hard to tell--before he composes himself again.]

...Yeah, I agree. I guess some people are into that, though...

[principality]

[He shakes his head sadly.]

Perhaps we could find them something else.

[And he shrugs softly, looking down at Nel and tilting his head.]

Pardon, but...your ears...?

[catamite]

[he blinks a bit, shifting gears...]

My ears?

[and it takes him another moment to totally detach from the previous topic enough to get what the man must actually be asking. he's gotten the question often enough here, now.]

...Oh. I'm elven.

[principality]

[He tilts his head further, looking entirely like a mildly befuddled owl.]

So, you, that is...

[He points his fingers and puts this hands on either side of his head, fingers pointing out.]

...oh, I, hrm.

[catamite]

[Nel can't help it--watching the angel flounder, he tilts his head as well, in the other direction.]

...What?