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Rogue: you free yet?
Iorlas: Yes. I think I'm like, stuck in a ditch though
Rogue: how sad.
Iorlas: Cause, like, when you fight for your freedom, they hit back
Iorlas: It's not cool, Boss-lady
Rogue: I bought you a nice hat.
Iorlas: Groovy! Where are you? When I get out of this ditch I can come find you. >struggles a bit<
Rogue: In the steward's quarters
Iorlas: Right. Now like, where am I?
Rogue: In a ditch.
Iorlas: Like, I know that. I mean, like, where's the ditch? >manages to get out of it< Is it supposed to be this dark?
Rogue: no. If it's dark, that means you've died.
Rogue: or it's night. I can never tell.
Iorlas: Died?! Nooo! I don't want to be dead! My mom will never forgive me! Plus, she might do something nasty to my body, like feed it to one of those kittens she had
Rogue: You're afraid of your *mom*?
Iorlas: No, I'm afraid of my mom using my body in experiments
Rogue: o.O
Iorlas: I think my mom would like it if I was afraid of her. She's like, an insane scientist or something
Rogue: eh?
Iorlas: Yeah, her name's Ioreth? You might have heard of her
Rogue: oh. Yeah. I think she tried to kill my dad a few times.
Iorlas: Guess so. I never really noticed who she tried killing. >peers up at the sky< Dude, I think that's a sky, and not a roof. And does Mandos have ditches? So I think I'm like, alive, which is better for sex
Rogue: oh right. The sex.
Iorlas: >picks a direction at random< And a hat! You're pretty decent, boss-lady
Rogue: thanks >.>
Iorlas: Right-o! And now, to find the steward's quarters. >searching<
Rogue: *tries to make herself absent*
Iorlas: >going in the wrong direction to find Minas Tirith, let alone the steward's quarters<
Scatha: *tromps by*
Iorlas: O.O Dragon not good. >scampers back the way he came<
Rogue: *hiding in a bar*
Iorlas: >stumbles into the bar by accident< Boss-lady! Is this the steward's quarters? Cause, like, I thought that meant there'd be, like, rooms with beds and stuff. And like, food
Rogue: >.> they've been renovating
Iorlas: Do they still have food? And, like, alcohol?
Rogue: yes and yes. *gets him some* *especially the last* >.> must distract
Iorlas: >eats like he's been lying in a ditch for days<
Rogue: *gives hat*
Iorlas: Hat! >straightens< Thanks, boss-lady! >goes to grope, thinks better of it, and toasts instead<
Rogue: it has tassles :D
Iorlas: It does! >bats at them<
Rogue: now you are properly outfitted
Iorlas: For what? >drinks more<
Rogue: minioning
Iorlas: I need a hat to minion?
Rogue: yes.
Iorlas: K. >eats<
Rogue: was it a hard fight?
Iorlas: Well, they hit back. That was, like, rough
Rogue: but you survived!
Iorlas: Well, sex, right? Worth living for
Rogue: ah. Right.
Iorlas: So, like, this dude, like, showed up, and said, like, no. Only, the dude was, like, a chick. It was confusing
Rogue: o.o what?
Iorlas: This chick. Dude. Whichever. He said no sex
Rogue: ah.
Iorlas: And he said something about prostitutes
Rogue: goddamnit >.<
Iorlas: No prostitutes?
Rogue: I paid...
Iorlas: Paid what?
Rogue: the prostitute. >.>
Iorlas: What prostitute?
Rogue: the one I sent for you
Iorlas: I missed her? Like, dude, way harsh
Rogue: *patpat*
Iorlas: >woe<
Rogue: I tried
Iorlas: I'm going to die sexless
Rogue: not such a *bad* thing...
Iorlas: Dude! It's, like, terrible!
Rogue: I would have thought you resigned yourself, anyway
Iorlas: Like, naw. There's always hope
Rogue: apparently
Iorlas: >cheerful grin<
Rogue: *pats him on the arm* we'll find you another hooker.
Iorlas: Yay! >hugs< You're great, boss-lady!
Rogue: I try. No more touching.
Iorlas: >releases< I didn't grope! I, like, restrained myself
Rogue: >.> I know paranoia
Iorlas: Dude, don't you, like, trust me, boss-lady?
Rogue: um.
Iorlas: >attempts to look trustworthy, sips drink<
Rogue: need more food or drink? >.>
Iorlas: I need sleep. And, like, maybe a bath, or something
Rogue: definitely a bath.
Iorlas: k.
Rogue: *sends him off*