Ayshela

(totally aside.. how i wish i had one shred of your talent.. that is just.. so.. perfect.. i love it, Sal)

no words, hon.. just.. *hugs and holds you*

Grumbling of damage to Wiggly Cabbages and All manner of plants In the gardens about, He watches the animals In wariness, always Ready to repel intruders.

Awaiting opportunity, your faithful servant searches for clues in her hurried path. With everyone's schedules and life's demands she is always running behind.

Shana reflexively took a small step back, to gain herself a bit of space and a bit of time to think. Bluff.. who could bluff their way through a murder in a locked house? The poker players? but that would be too obvious. She didn't know anyone here at all, much less well enough to know who might be capable of what. But what was it Amanda had said? She bluffs nicely enough? Nicely enough for what? And her husband could always see through her bluffs - was that why he hadn't spoken to her? It was possible. And right now, that was all she had to go on. OOC: I vote for Amanda Black (sorry Tanny)

*huggles Finnius* you really are a sweetheart, you know that? i only hope it's properly appreciated.

i know, creepy isn't it? i find the oddest things make perfect sense, and i never even think about them until someone else questions them.. LOL *sudden memory of overhearing a kid say "i'm too awake to go tired" and dying laughing when someone else questions it, and i realized i never had*

and i realized it might be, when *you* didn't catch it. thank you.

beautifully done, Tanny! You've got so many wonderful nominations, and handled them stunningly! i love the annotations. nice touch.

*giggles maniacally, stomps about in her steel toed boots, and escapes before being caught - but only after POUNCING cryptomancer and huggling him ferociously*

*laughs* whenever it's the last day you work before you have a day off?

*g* and i'm thinking i'm going to have to post bonus points for anyone who hasn't had it pointed out to them, who can tell me the *other* reason why it was titled thusly. Thank you, Merelas. That was half of what it began with, and i was pleased with how well it flowed to form from there.

awwwwww *huggles all the poor Saturday workers* *slips on her brand-spanking-new STEEL TOED BOOTS and KICKS the rest of the week away*

*laughs* i think if i asked if i could help, i'd get several strange looks.. aww, heck wit' it.. may i?? *grabs a large feather and removes the shoe of the nearest minion and begins alternating between prodding with the quill end and tickling..*

ohohoh! then i have just the thing for you! Dean filled my order the other day, i'll share.. *shares her delivery of Extra Large Bag-o-Sanity with a side order of Six Foot Wall*

Shana looked around anxiously, wondering who among them could have done such a thing - yet knowing no outsider could have. No outsider - now that was a thought. "How could Wile E. have killed anyone, when he hadn't arrived yet?" She asked. Then she thought again, "Oh, but we don't know *when* this was done, do we? Who.. who would have had opportunity? Or who could bluff well enough to have done this?" She turns slowly and looks speculatively at the poker players. OOC: pondering, no vote yet

*nods* beautiful, hon. i'd question caressing like tribulations, as i've found tribulations usually assault rather than caress.. but otherwise.. *nods* beautiful.

*hugs Mynx soundly* ergh.. attack of the Ex, eh? my heartiest sympathies! though, there might be merit to holding them in compromising positions... *VERY big Evil Grin* mmmmm.. well... nah, prolly not.. that requires being in proximity for that long. *hugs*

*giggles* it is, and thanks be indeed! awwwwww.. it's a cute little emoticon! you gonna keep it til it grows up a bit? };>

Bast, of course!

Ayshela wandered by Ozymandias once again, accompanying the healers on their rounds of the wounded and exhausted, carefully showing nothing beyond mild concern. A quick glance showed that Ozymandias was doing much better than she had thought he might, given his condition when she’d found him on the hostel grounds. Granting that his objections to being healed had been as vehement as he could manage at the time, she’d never have been able to bring him back without *some* initial healing. His continued protests seemed a bit odd, though. Granting that there were other wounded, there were several healers as well, and none would be left untreated if *he* were healed too. Continuing on the rounds, as thoughts ran through her head, she smiled slightly and wondered if she was the only one surreptitiously healing him. Apparently keeping her attention trained on the patient being treated then, she kept her focus on Ozymandias and, when the healing spells were cast, hers was cast on him instead of the patient before her. Noting a suspicious glance her way, she waited through the next patient, then repeated the process. Assured that, relatively weak though her healing ability was, he would be quite able to attend the meeting, she smiled to her companion and left the room – ignoring the glares bouncing off her back. Ayshela returned to her room in the garden, taking a moment to brush her hair and resettle her nerves before the upcoming meeting. Suspicious though she normally was, it seemed even to her that nerves were ragged and suspicions flying with little apparent basis. But then, she thought, events themselves had been more than slightly suspicious, so perhaps it was warranted after all? Leaving her room, she returned to the hostel and found her way to the meeting room. Knocking lightly, she entered and automatically stepped to the side of the doorway – then stopped in her tracks seeing a familiar shape of darkness. “Good … day, all.” She said.

OHH!! ohohoh!!!! Ayshela bounces in her chair for a moment, eyes aglow, before racing off for paper and quill...

*nodnod* nice when you get that one starting point and the rest flows out of that and it *works* *huggles* neat stuff. Hope to see you posting more about here.

Ayshela walks in, a slight shimmer in the air the only evidence of the magical Pie Deflector cast by a good friend. A very Happy Birthday, Gnarly! May your day be wonderful and but the beginning of a year to match!

bah.. never occurred to me to wonder what that meant.