Tanuchan

Strong and beautiful. The feelings are there, real - not just words. Loved it.

Same here... sorry, had (have) RL trouble and my creative muse just curled up sulking in a corner. I did what I could in my last post, sorry for not being any better... and again, thanks and *hugs* to Azuran, Panther, and Vene for helping me with the letters. Hopefully we'll soon have a new.... erm... well, whatever rank you choose ~Tanny

Thanks a lot to Azuran (Alliterative Literate Lost), Venefyxatu (SleepingStudent), and Panther (Brok D Tipov) for providing the letters I've used here . All the Madame passages (in this post and previous ones) were written by Venefyxatu. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Celina sighed, rubbing her head. At a questioning look from Madame, she smiled in a self-deprecating way. "Having to give adequate answers is hard sometimes, Artsy. This one is giving me quite a headache." The Madame nodded, as if she'd seen this coming for a long time. Suddenly she stopped, staring off into the distance. "The headache results from effort, and without effort there is only sleep. Sleep, too, can be an effort if applied properly, and might also result in aches ... head or otherwise." She sat staring ahead of herself for a little longer after saying that, while Celina went back to her computer screen and pored over the Thesaurus and the strange dictionary opened in the "p" page. Dear Alliterative Literate Lost, Your problem is probably prosody-pertinent. It's pretty proficuous for you, if you know how play on it. See, no need for prosophobia or patavinity in your case; you'll always have private provisions, puzzling the public. You have panache. You can be pauciloquent or periphrastic as you please, and people will pay heed. However, don't push psychotically! Don't be penphobic, don't perendinate or perfuncturate - I think you should pervulgate in prosody. There's some pecuniary possibilities in there. The premise: there are sparse people proficient enough to produce poetry from pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. Yours, Abby Still rubbing her head, Celina picked the next letter. Dear SleepingStudent, There's nothing wrong about learning new skills that you can put to good use in your life. You'll never know when they can be used to escape tight situations later on. I think that you should praise your school and your teacher for giving you such a good chance to learn different, special skills. So, no need to run away from school - think about that. Practice perfects everything, and your teacher is doing the best to give you chance for that. If you keep that in your mind, I'm pretty sure you can relax enough so you can go back to the proper practice of your skills. Anxiety is a killer. Yours, Abby Celina stretched, loosing her shoulder muscles, and almost jumped out of her chair as Madame's voice came all of a sudden. "The Madame sees ... smoke swirling. A pen pokes through, perfectly perforating the moving mist millimeter by millimeter, writing wonderful words that try to take off over open pages!" Madame sat back, panting, then shook her head briskly. Celina frowned, wondering somewhat, and rummaged through the piles of letters. "Artsy, have you been reading my letters again?" The Madame pretended to be insulted, although they both knew how much she enjoyed meddling in the affairs of others, and reading the letters that Abby received. "Of course not, The Madame would do no such thing. However, with a broken pencil one cannot write letters or stories, yet the letter has found completion. Alphabet soup might be useful ..." Celina frowned at that last sentence, but didn't forget about it completely as she looked at the next letter. Dear Brok D Tipov, It's a shame about your favorite pencil. Are you sure that the tip is really broken? Sometimes words deceive us, and we might think that it's the tool that's broken. I believe that if you read Madame Artsuhtaraz's column today, you'll see her mentioning the might of the pen. Sometimes tools have to be updated; a pen might be the herald of the new times, the ones your epic will start. If you can't part from your pencil, I suggest some radical surgery to set the broken tip back into shape - have you ever had surgery because of a broken bone? It's similar. Anesthetize the pencil - alcohol is good, wood behaves differently than flesh and bones - then pick a sharp penknife. Cut the wood around the wound carefully, and expose the broken part. You'll probably have to excise splinters, there's no problem. Keep exposing the lead until you have a reliable tip again, then sharpen it carefully. Your pencil will need a bit of rest after the procedure, but if it hasn't suffered from the same problem too often, you might still enjoy its company for a long time. But it must not be exposed to any countinuous effort. This might be a problem for your writing, but I'm sure that you'll find a way out. Maybe the pen is mightier than the pencil, and you can find a more reliable tool. Yours, Abby. Grimacing more than a bit, Celina finally picked the biggest letter, and re-read her answer. Dear Despairing Love, Don't despair. The Madame says today, "The vowels of the plate are also the vowels of the name, but the Madame sees that if the consonant is wrong, then the lover shall remain ringless." It might have been a mistake from your part; I think you were somewhat hasty. Fate doesn't work things out in just one day. And how about the ring? If you don't share a ring, you might never have the chance to share consonants as well. Do you know her full names? Her parent's names, her relatives' names? Does she know yours? You see, shared consonants and vowels among close people might also make a difference. You should try to know her better, so you can check if the family also has the communion of words. And the plates! Do you have a car? If you don't, how are you going to compare the plates? No bars should separate a couple in love, or prevent fate. Work towards your goal, but be sure this is the right person. Work is the key word here. And the ring. Observe how the Madame gave weight to the ring you don't mention. You need to work seriously towards your goal. To get a ring. To get a car. To help fate. Find a good job, and make new friends. The more close people you have, the more chances you have to find the matching vowels and the right consonant so that you can have your girl. Beware the tricks of fate - you must be sure it is the right girl, and there is no way of being sure if you keep being so hasty. Work. And find the matching alphabet. Yours, Abby She shook her head, groaning. "Definitely not one of my best. Probably closer to the worst... but what can I say to someone who actually follows Artsy's predictions so closely?" Celina raised her head and looked at the Madame with a fond smile, observing her work on her column. "But that's Artsy, after all." The Madame didn't look up, instead just said, "You know that the Madame can hear you, don't you?"

1. Adjective - jumpy 2. Male Member of the Pen - Finnius 3. Female Member of the Pen - Katzaniel 4. Adverb - sheepishly 5. A Gesture - patting a friend's head 6. A Fancy Location - on the top of the Kilimanjaro mountain 7. Adjective - plushy 8. Noun - dictionary 9. A Liquid - formaldehyde 10. Verb - faint 11. Noun - log cabin 12. Adjective - rusty 13. Adjective - fancy 14. Name of a Music Song and Artist - Goodnight, Demon Slayer / Voltaire 15. A Color - midnight-blue 16. Part of Body (Plural) - kidneys 17. Plural Noun - glasses 18. Article of Clothing - skirt 19. Adjective - yawny 20. Verb (past tense) - buried

(Elvina, if you're referring to Peredhil's link on his last post, it's in an area that's accessible just for Initiates and higher - sorry for that.)

Happy Birthday, 'shela *huge hugs* ~Tanny

Once again, a couple of hours early... but it's already the 1st for me, and Deg's birthday. ~~~~~~~~~~~ A day not so long ago but that could have been in ages past an angel descended to earth and looked upon the Unknown. Through the years since, life shaped him as much as darkness and what was promise grew up strong holding within the voices of experience keeping within the smiles and the tears remembering always the dark and the light. A day not so long ago that feels like an age past it was born the faith, and the will to live in spite of adversity to defy every wall to have, and to hold and be happy at last. A day, nineteen years ago strands of fate were chosen and woven What life gave, the heart took what life taught, shaped the soul. And now at last beside you my love stands as it was meant to be. Happy birthday, my dearest

My part in the challenge... ~~~~~~~~~~ Indents Click... click... done. Preview. Ewww. Try again... click... click... ... Sighs. How easy it is writing in paper using indents in neat verses... Now go through clicking infinite times previewing a bunch sighing each time: Indent comes and double-spacing. Indent goesand so does the spacing. Back the indent mixed spacing... Indent twisted into garbled words... ... there goes the keyboard flying in frustration. ~~~~~~ And a haiku: Clicking happily thinking indents are easy. Preview. How naive...

Welcome to the Pen, Phoenix! Glad to know you've been enjoying it here, and hope to see more of your poems around Moonlight Singing pure in the moon's light a voice comes and caresses the heart silvery threads robe a figure willow-slender and frost-cool The Lady of the Night dances and sings luring the traveler into her sweet embrace holding their souls captive in her smile drowning their hope in the gray of her eyes... And with the fading of the moon's light the shadow kingdom retreats once more The Lady of the Night sings a last melody locking a soul forever in her arms. Not quite what I wanted... I might change it a bit and repost . For now, let's see if I can suggest a new line... Silent, soft, steadily advancing ~Tanny Edit: adding a title

Hehehehe... both are cute when beaten, specially the Grow Cube Annael: the dragon appears in the Grow RPG; there's a link to the left of the window with the guys building stuff on the Cube.

Let the cat out of the bag. (Or do we have to use the word exactly as it appears? )

rev, I loved your poem. Very hard to start, but dealt with in such a beautiful way . Thank you for writing that one! ~~~~~~~~ Not nearly good enough, but... Clean names on dirty bathroom walls, faces lost in rugged scrawling. Ignored by scholars, unseen by History, small pieces of extraneous life invading privacy, impressing their mark on blank minds. I'll keep rev's suggested lines, as I haven't used any of them

Tanny, sitting at the back of the room, looks at the old woman and wonders about the extent of her knowledge of stories long forgotten. Suddenly curious, she speaks in a very soft voice. "Excuse me... I wonder if you know any of the shapechangers' tales that roam the world. Many of them are elaborated fantasies, but some have roots in our folk before our Land was closed to the Outside. I know some of those, and I'm always curious to learn of other tales that may relate to our folk." OOC: I was going to say "legend", but if you're going to follow its strict definition, that would be really difficult. Although, as Tanny's from another race with their own history, the 'historically correct' part could be twisted to fit... So, either "legend" in this context, myth, or fairy tale.

After reading some letters and making a few annotations on the margin of each one, Celina picked again the one that had called Sweetcherrie's attention, reading it more carefully this time. "Artsy, you should really help me out in this one... " Celina waved, a bit absently-minded, to her friend. "The Madame always help, Celina dear." She grinned, waiting. "What's the horoscope for tomorrow... Virgo with ascendant in Leo?" While waiting for an answer, Celina grabbed her pink felt-tipped pen and re-read the letter. After scribbling a few more notes, Celina looked at the Madame and the Madame looked back at her. "The young lady obviously doesn't know her fate." She stood, and dramatically proclaimed, "The vowels of the plate are also the vowels of the name, but the Madame sees that if the consonant is wrong, then the lover shall remain ringless." With those words and a serious nod, the Madame sat down again. Celina frowned in confusion for a moment but, used to her friend's strange way of speaking, nodded soon after and started scribbling with another colored pen. "And, of course, the Madame knows that, if they are truly meant for each other, then no bars shall separate them forever." With a smile and a nod, Celina put the letter away and reached out for another, random one. With a bit of luck, the next would be one of the so-common outrageous ones and it would put her in the exact mood to write the answers needed.

I've always liked this thread... maybe it has died of exhaustion, or just buried away as a consequence of normal activity. Sorry if ressurrecting this one eventually annoys some, but I personally think it's worth it. If it's not, just let it sleep quietly. ~~~~~~~~~ Just yesterday, a mere block from here loyalty was sworn, and eternal love. Just yesterday, a few steps away a prayer was said, eyes rose to the sky. Just yesterday, standing on this door a kiss was stolen, arms hugged tight. And now the news come that yesterday was the last. That the orders have come, and hope has left. That one walks into the night to fight a war in honor's name. Just yesterday, a mere block from here the first meeting, and also the last. ********** The light of dawn's first blush caresses the night and banishes the cold like a friend with caring fingers brushes away the paling dark sends to sleep the hues of black lightly awakes the colors of day. ~~~~~ A new line: Like a river that runs

Congrats, Black! And because I was surely confused about your QQ (I remembered there was a post about it from when you were a Page) and did some digging... hope nobody minds if I link both QQ proposal and the resulting story here. QQ proposal and explanation The result (The Return of the Queen)

Yui, I forgot to mention earlier... I have at the top of the Cabaret Room a narrow pinkish-filled rectangle with the "attention" icon in it (and nothing else) - like the one that appears when whe search for new posts and there's none. I don't know if that's a glitch or what... I use Firefox 1.0.7. Just letting you know, in case it means something . ~Tanny

Thanks, Yui. I've just copied/pasted my saved coded file - the only difference is the {tablew} descriptor, so it was really easy. I think that, for some reason, the backup you made treated the tables as html and saved them in that format instead of preserving the UBB codes... And finally I can make an index to posts that just scroll down to the right post instead of opening a new window - loved the {post} function, and have already used it .

Yes, we should care for both. That's my point. I didn't see any care for the person.... nothing personal, Sweetcherrie, you know I admire and respect you. *But* what's seen as gentle teasing for a person could be offensive for another. As I said, there's nothing personal - meaning, about the people who posted answers to the first post. I'm just saying that it's my opinion that the Doctor saw more clearly than some; and what I say isn't meant to offend anyone. Maybe elicit some thinking, if it's worth it.

I think there is a missing point here. Do we care for the writing or for the people? Being a bit less terse: does it look like a troll? Yes, it does. But could it have been treated differently? Yes, it could. What do we know about the person behind the post, to react in a way or another? Nothing. Was it a gentle teasing? Maybe... again, it depends on the person behind the post - how they react. Which we know nothing about.

Thanks, Yui!! But you caused another question to pop up... The first table is now corrected, using the UBB tags. The other two tables are still in html, from what I could check by just looking at the edit box. Will I need to reload them with the UBB tags? Thanks again for your hard work, I do like the way this upgraded software works ~Tanny

I checked with IE - no AVV either. I think it's the options setting, as Gwai said. Both Katz and Sweet are Guildleaders and mods of those forums, so I guess that must be it.

I have seen other people writing like that in the past, and no one reacting to it - at least not in public (though I have to agree that they weren't long posts). In the past, I've also seen better ways of saying what the purpose of this forum is - whether it was in answer to trolling or not. The point isn't whether this is a writing forum - it's the way we answer to someone who posted in a place that's supposed to be for off-topic conversation. Someone who could have been a previous lurker, for all we know. Sadly, I have to agree with the Doctor's point.

Thanks, Gwai... I've tested the old UBB tags, but they don't work - Yui did say they've changed a bit. I hope we can make the tables work without too much trouble... mine is *huge*... And having them in html works now, but we can't update them. And I'd quote Sweet... not in a hurry, just letting you know. ~As a PS, I love the quick edit feature ~ ~Tanny

Still can't... refreshed just in case, and nothing either. I can see the Minstrell Hall, SWG and AAA, but no AVV. I have another problem... was checking the tables I used to list my works at the Piazza, and clicked a wrong button (*mumbles against new buttons and commands in different places*) and ended up editing instead of cancelling the edit. Of course, as the tables are now in HTML and I don't have permission to use html code, the table is just a string of codes . Can someone correct that for me - or at least tell me if the old UBB code will work (I have it saved in my computer). List of works Thanks... ~Tanny