The Chinal Pearl Inn part 8

[Showdolly1]

*lights a fuse sticking out of a chicken and offers it to Dolly before leaping into a firetrench*

*Mounts the fuse-lit chicken into an abandoned glass of water sitting on the bar (you guys suck at cleaning up...), kisses the chicken, rescues it from its impalement and sets it on its way before turning, stick dynamite in hand, to seek out the hiding places of her counterparts.

 

[Showdolly1]

::Grabs the chicken out of Dolly's hands and drops it into Uggg's hole::

Uh oh

HA! Missed that...


Hey there, BT.

 

[CFMB_fan]

When she finally stepped back into the CPI her hair was untamed, draping messily behind her to just above the start of her jeans. A silly, heather-gray graphic T-shirt clung to her: a periodic table of Super Mario World. She looked exhausted, which probably didn’t make sense: she slept plenty today, five hours the first go round, three the next. Still, the bags under her eyes were a little more prominent. Her typical rosy cheeks looked pale, and if anyone really took the time to look her over, the weathering of her face looked exacerbated by the stress she undertook today.

She rubbed her face hard, out of habit, almost knocking her glasses off, then sighed angrily at herself.

“I’m back,” she muttered to anyone listening. She scanned the place a couple times; spotting FD, she made a straight shot to the chair beside him and flung herself down.

“Hey FD,” her voice was small, she straightened her posture, clasping her hands tightly between one another before wringing her fingers—definitive clicks of protest could probably be heard, but she had gotten so use to the pain and sound of doing it that she hardly realized it might look and sound disturbing.“How was your day? Work treat you alright? Anything interesting happen?” the tone and pace of her voice was off, as if she had forgotten how to breathe, so it came out more as a jumble of words that probably sounded like nonsense. She was conscious of it, and let her words stop, then glanced up at him, trying with all her might to give him a smile.

Morning BT

Hope you had a good day?

 

[Uggg]

::Grabs the chicken out of Dolly's hands and drops it into Uggg's hole::

Uh oh

That wasn't very nice. You ARE being mean to me today SF

 

[CFMB_fan]

That wasn't very nice. You ARE being mean to me today SF

I'm sure its a sign of endearment....

 

[BeautifulTrauma]

Morning BT

Hope you had a good day?

Morning, CFMB.

Day was rough, but I'll survive.

You doing alright?

 

[sharingfantasies]

That wasn't very nice. You ARE being mean to me today SF

Sorry about that. I was just trying to save the inn and your hole was the nearest place I could think of. Sounds like it didn't do too much damage. I think it got buried under enough bottles that the only damage might be a couple of broken bottles and some feathers.

::Looks down into the hole:: Yeah, can't even tell that a bomb went off down there.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Hey there BT

 

[BeautifulTrauma]

Hey there BT

Hello SF! How're you doing today?

 

[Uggg]

Sorry about that. I was just trying to save the inn and your hole was the nearest place I could think of. Sounds like it didn't do too much damage. I think it got buried under enough bottles that the only damage might be a couple of broken bottles and some feathers.

::Looks down into the hole:: Yeah, can't even tell that a bomb went off down there.

Hey! *hands on hips* That's private!

 

[CFMB_fan]

Morning, CFMB.

Day was rough, but I'll survive.

You doing alright?

Ouch, sorry to hear that

I'm pretty good thanks, on my second cup of tea

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

When she finally stepped back into the CPI her hair was untamed, draping messily behind her to just above the start of her jeans. A silly, heather-gray graphic T-shirt clung to her: a periodic table of Super Mario World. She looked exhausted, which probably didn’t make sense: she slept plenty today, five hours the first go round, three the next. Still, the bags under her eyes were a little more prominent. Her typical rosy cheeks looked pale, and if anyone really took the time to look her over, the weathering of her face looked exacerbated by the stress she undertook today.

She rubbed her face hard, out of habit, almost knocking her glasses off, then sighed angrily at herself.

“I’m back,” she muttered to anyone listening. She scanned the place a couple times; spotting FD, she made a straight shot to the chair beside him and flung herself down.

“Hey FD,” her voice was small, she straightened her posture, clasping her hands tightly between one another before wringing her fingers—definitive clicks of protest could probably be heard, but she had gotten so use to the pain and sound of doing it that she hardly realized it might look and sound disturbing.“How was your day? Work treat you alright? Anything interesting happen?” the tone and pace of her voice was off, as if she had forgotten how to breathe, so it came out more as a jumble of words that probably sounded like nonsense. She was conscious of it, and let her words stop, then glanced up at him, trying with all her might to give him a smile.

He spotted BT enter and he understood her appearance. He had known the day would be hard on her and recovery from such a stressful endeavor would take more than one day of rest.

He gently touched her shoulder. Giving it a soft squeeze of encouragement as she cracked her knuckles. The popping didn't phase him, his back sounded like a cement mixer more often than not so whatever.

"Hey BT. It was alright. Slow-ish Some weirdness. More than anything else wanting to reach through the screen and smack my coworkers. People not knowing how to do the job and end up screwing the customer over. I had one customer who had been three different CRA 1's (That's what I am) before she got to me and none of them did any troubleshooting. They just noted her problem and told her to call back if things continued. Well, fucking of course they are going to continue. You. Didn't. Do. Anything! Low and behold. 10 minutes of work and I got her rocking and rolling. Fucking lazy pieces of crap."

Deep breath realizing he was going off on a tangent.

"Sorry. I take pride in doing good work even if the job is currently not where I want to be. I hate lazy IT. No professional pride."

 

[sharingfantasies]

Hello SF! How're you doing today?

Been busy trying to keep the military guys from blowing up the inn.

Sorry you had a rough day. Hopefully, your evening will be better.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Hey! *hands on hips* That's private!

Private? You have tricked, trapped, and/or pulled just about every customer to the inn into that hole! How private can it be???

 

[Uggg]

Private? You have tricked, trapped, and/or pulled just about every customer to the inn into that hole! How private can it be???

Okay, that's it! If your gonna be like that I won't even try and be nice any more!

*Grabs a couple of bottles of rice wine and heads off to the kitchen to drink with Phoo*

"Hey Phoo warm the dice up buddy I've hankering to win some your money off you"

....

"Na they think they're to good for me out there! I'm in here with you tonight. Least you're civilized and don't go peeking in peoples private places"

....

 

[CFMB_fan]

Been busy trying to keep the military guys from blowing up the inn.

Sits in the leather armchair facing the bar as he whistles innocently...

Private? You have tricked, trapped, and/or pulled just about every customer to the inn into that hole! How private can it be???

*Realises he has never been pulled, dragged or drugged into that hole....*

 

[Showdolly1]

Sits in the leather armchair facing the bar as he whistles innocently...




*Realises he has never been pulled, dragged or drugged into that hole....*

Leaves the bar stool, wine in hand, to sit on the arm of Boots' chair. Dolly has never been into the hole, either. Doesn't even know where the blasted thing is.

 

[sharingfantasies]

Leaves the bar stool, wine in hand, to sit on the arm of Boots' chair. Dolly has never been into the hole, either. Doesn't even know where the blasted thing is.

The opening is about six inches from your stool and it runs under the inn, your place and probably half a dozen other places. The only place it doesn't go is Glad's place, because he has water under his tree house.

 

[Showdolly1]

Hmp.

I don't has "a place" yet. Maybe I should. Been thinking about it.

 

[CFMB_fan]

Hmp.

I don't have "a place" yet. Maybe I should. Been thinking about it.

*turns and looks up to Dolly as she sits on the arm of the leather armchair he is currently sitting in, deciding if it should become his litte 'home' in the Inn.*


"Neither do I..."

 

[sharingfantasies]

Only if you want a tunnel under it.

 

[BeautifulTrauma]

Ouch, sorry to hear that

I'm pretty good thanks, on my second cup of tea

Oh, it’s fine; it was sort of my doing, anyway, heh. I take responsibility for this bad day.

I’m glad you’re doing well!

Been busy trying to keep the military guys from blowing up the inn.

Sorry you had a rough day. Hopefully, your evening will be better.

Hehe. Why am I not surprised? Silly pyromaniacs.

It’s alright; life goes on and all that jazz. I hope my evening will be better, too.

 

[BeautifulTrauma]

He spotted BT enter and he understood her appearance. He had known the day would be hard on her and recovery from such a stressful endeavor would take more than one day of rest.

He gently touched her shoulder. Giving it a soft squeeze of encouragement as she cracked her knuckles. The popping didn't phase him, his back sounded like a cement mixer more often than not so whatever.

"Hey BT. It was alright. Slow-ish Some weirdness. More than anything else wanting to reach through the screen and smack my coworkers. People not knowing how to do the job and end up screwing the customer over. I had one customer who had been three different CRA 1's (That's what I am) before she got to me and none of them did any troubleshooting. They just noted her problem and told her to call back if things continued. Well, fucking of course they are going to continue. You. Didn't. Do. Anything! Low and behold. 10 minutes of work and I got her rocking and rolling. Fucking lazy pieces of crap."

Deep breath realizing he was going off on a tangent.

"Sorry. I take pride in doing good work even if the job is currently not where I want to be. I hate lazy IT. No professional pride."

When he squeezed her shoulder she stopped bending her fingers and stretching them in weird ways. She nodded slowly, acknowledging what he said.

“I hated having to do the job of other people atop my daily tasks; I completely understand where you’re coming from,” she said gently. “I don’t mind you venting to me, either, so, vent on, if it makes you feel better.”

 

[Showdolly1]

What's going on? Did someone put all the 'sploding chickens to bed?

 

[sharingfantasies]

Side conversations or people have gone to bed. Uggg was last known to be heading for the kitchen.