Peredhil Posted January 1, 2005 Report Posted January 1, 2005 Looking rather bewildered at how he got all his Geld when all he wanted to do was support the Guilds, Peredhil glumly considered what to do with it all. He could approach Wyvern for help, but last time that didn't work out well. He'd prospered and Wyvern had hurt himself. Looking up, he noticed Guido and Nuncio looking bashfully at him. Oddly, Nuncio appeared to be wearing a large bandage or diaper under his pants, and walked funny. "Yesss?" "Yo Boss." As usual when they wanted something, Guido did the talking. "Kin we borrow some dough?" "Sure. How much." "Fifteen clams each. Weese wants to bid on dates wit' da Dames." Passing out the money to the two, Peredhil reflected that he'd already put his bids in - small ones so as not to hog all the dates. Taking the money, the two Guinea Pigs scurried away to find Ayshela and place their bids. Well, Guido scurried. Nuncio limped. (For details, see the Grim Reaper's Carnival Event.) Moments later, Elrohir came in and shyly borrowed a small amount of geld. When Elladan showed up and demanded Geld for a date, Peredhil stopped everything and stared. "Are you sure?" "Yes." "This isn't revenge of some type is it?" Elladan wryly smiled at Elrond's tactful way of putting things. After the London episodes, The Peredhil had a a Talk with Elladan. His memory flinched away from it still. Few things cowed him, but Elrond had been an Elf-lord for a very very long time. So for a while, if a woman had upset him, he'd simply made love to them. Holding them slightly beyond the limits of their pleasure. Usually they spent the rest of their lives trying anything to recreate the experience. Unfortunately, one had committed suicide after he'd refused to see her again. His mind flinched from continuing the memory. Dad had not been Polite, gentle, or understanding, but rather enraged. He supposed he might still be capable of that, but it would be easier to just never ever do that to someone again. "No, I found someone who interests me, and I am putting in a small bid on her. If someone else wants to overbid, that's fine. I won't do anything to either of them." Peredhil relaxed, and leaned back gesturing to the piles of Geld before him. 'Dan took 50 Geld and quirked an eyebrow at his father. "You know, you're never gonna use all this. Why don't you open a lending booth to those who want to bid but haven't had time to earn geld?" After he left, Peredhil sat in contemplation for some time... PEREDHIL'S LENDING BOOTH!!! BORROW GELD NOW FOR THE AUCTION, PAY LATER. Terms: You may borrow up to 25 Geld, for which you commit to either: Writing a 500+ word short story (please check spelling and grammar.) OR Writing a Sonnet (see Aleaha's excellent threads for details) Either one is due 31JAN2005. You may borrow up to 50 Geld, for which you commit to either: Providing meaningful feedback on five poems which do not have meaningful feedback yet. (be sure to PM whomever you pick. Some have gone inactive.) OR Picking an item in the Critic's Corner and working with the author to complete it. Either one is due 28FEB2005. This offer lasts until the Carnival is over, or 500 Geld have been borrowed, whichever comes first.
reverie Posted January 1, 2005 Report Posted January 1, 2005 ya know, i had wondered about whole the funding issue... Truth is most of us ARE flat broke... rev...
SoaringIcarus Posted January 1, 2005 Report Posted January 1, 2005 *Icarus over-looks the sexually sadistic part of this post and decides to rejoice in the encouragement of helping others improve their writing* Rejoice!
Peredhil Posted January 1, 2005 Author Report Posted January 1, 2005 (Yeah. Part of his fluff. Elladan was Jack the Ripper in a different Plane. He's a rather complex sociopath, but basically a nice guy...)
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