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OOC: Availability and Hosts
Okay, so last night something happened to Camulus, which was supposed to be played out between myself and Orlin, but university living intervened. We'll hopefully finish it up tonight or tomorrow. But. So, remember that episode with Skaara and Klorel and the Tolan? Well, Orlin built one of them necklacey things that lets the host speak. Camulus ( Read more... ) -
Ormulus's apartment, Tuesday evening
Camulus was not singing to himself as he worked, a stack of books beside him, post-its haphazardly stuck about. He most certainly wasn't singing about his beautiful little man. Because he wasn't singing at all. He was working.
". . . an teid thu leam, mo fheir bheag alainn . . ." -
Ormulus's Apartment, Monday evening
As soon as Camulus got home from work - which was fairly early - he had rescued his sarcophagus, demimothed it, and parked it firmly in a corner of their now-shared apartment. Then he settled in for a very long nap because Orlin held a special vendetta against the sarcophagus and wouldn't let Camulus anywhere near it. Especially at night. The ( Read more... ) -
Camulus's apartment, Friday afternoon
Camulus was actually in his apartment, trying to salvage whatever of his belongings he could from the ravages of the mimoths, who seemed to have multiplied overnight. His kilts were becoming nests and his books were being reduced to confetti and he was getting out of Dodge before his sarcophagus was broken again. So he was packing up and moving to ( Read more... ) -
Camulus's apartment, Tuesday afternoon
Cautiously, Camulus opened the door of his apartment, a bag of books in one hand and Scathadh in the other. He saw nothing. He heard nothing. This was a bad sign. He set Scathadh down and the kittyninja scampered across the floor, stretching her legs and exploring. Like she didn't live here half the time anyways.
No sign of the those thingsYet ( Read more... ) -
Camulus's Apartment, Thursday evening (NWS - my, that was fast)
Camulus had some mail. Which was a fairly big deal, considering no one should be sending him mail. The only problem was that this particular piece of mail happened to be a credit card bill. And, considering that some of the charges were from when he had been locked in his box of doom sarcophagus, and that he almost never used the credit card ( Read more... ) -
Dinner o' Doom, Camulus's Apartment, Monday Evening
Camulus was once again growly. Then again, he was usually growly. He had refused to cook, but that meant that he had been Orlined into cleaning his apartment, setting the table, and doing the dishes afterwards ( Read more... ) -
Camulus's Apartment, Sunday morning
Camulus woke up fairly early and slipped out of bed, trying not to wake Orlin. He scooped up his kilt and draped it loosely around his hip, flinging the rest over his shoulder carelessly. He would pleat it later. Scathadh drifted after him like a wee furry ghost so the very first thing Camulus did was make a beeline for the kitchen to feed her. ( Read more... ) -
Camulus's Apartment, Saturday evening (NWS - you expected anything else?)
After a pleasant morning - pretty much a repeat of the previous morning, except that Orlin had once again leveed a ban on chocolate croissants and wherever he had hid them, Camulus couldn't discover. His day went steadily downhill. While Orlin worked on the sarcophagus, Camulus had collected up his books and notes and retreated to the bedroom, ( Read more... ) -
Camulus's Apartment, Thursday (it gets NWS)
Orlin had disappeared by the time Camulus awoke. He was grumpy the second he opened his eyes in his newly redecorated apartment. He also seemed to be suffering from timelag. Three weeks in a sarcophagus would do that. With a growl, he slid off the bed and stalked into the bathroom. Twenty minutes and a lot of hot water later, a squeaky clean Goa' ( Read more... )