The Asylum

[nixie]

Walks over to Tabby, k'tabarinth are you ready for our jaunt... the godlet sends mental images out. Sits down and makes eye contact. No one else seems to exist.

[Werewoman]

*waves to Nixie and Tabby from her bean bag nest by the fireplace*

Hey y'all. Cold enough for ya? I was driving the snowplow back from j.d.'s place and ran out of diesel fuel, had to walk back to the Asylum. Brrrrrrrrr! I knew there was a reason I swore I'd never go north of Ruskin again!

*laughs loudly*

But what can ya do? Gotta do what ya gotta do, I always say. Cuppa green tea, Nixie? Good stuff, though I'm thinking of switching to black cohosh.

*feels a wave of heat comparable to the onset of spontaneous combustion*

Whew! That was a doozie!

[The Ace]

Pokes up the fire, "I wouldn't blame JJ, WW, Freda doesn't know when to stop with booze, she downed a barrel of mead because it was there."

Freda grudgingly moves aside.

[HoopyFrood]

And I just need to lay off the Rose wine when I go out. I know what it does to me, but still I drink it!

Feeling a little human now, at least. Think I might go and have major noms.

[Werewoman]

Perhaps, Ace. But we all know that drinking to excess is not wise, and there's been a bit too much of it lately. Freda is a very good spider, but I also know how she gets when she finds something she really likes, so I thought it best to nip things in the bud right off and not risk anyone getting hurt.

*tosses a tube of pizza flavored pringles to Freda*

There ya go girl, all is forgiven. Ace just worries about you as we all do when you get carried away, metaphorically speaking, though it's usually one of us that gets literally carried away like Tangle riding on your head. Hug?

[The Ace]

Freda hugs WW.

[nixie]

Tabby holds out a tentacle to Nixie... *ready? and the eight legged one?*

[Werewoman]

*is gleefully engulfed in palps*

[HoopyFrood]

*Gives a mighty stretch on the sofa, rolling all over the cushions* Rrrraaaarrrr.

[The Ace]

Oops ! she's awake. Hi Nixie.

[nixie]

Hi Ace, need to go out to see if Slippy is ready nearly time to go find that rift

[The Ace]

I'll be ready.

[Grimward]

*The fireplace's flames flare, then separate into a familiar form.....*

Afternoon (here), all. How's tricks, Ace?

*Negotiates a mug of the Good Earl with Septimus*

[Werewoman]

Hey Grim! Good to see you! Er...careful with the heat there, dude, I'm a bit toasty as it is. Thanks.

Septimus, Black Cohosh tea, please. *grumbles something about getting older and spontaneous human combustion*

[The Ace]

Stretches out in the ugly chair to enjoy the fire, "Fine, thanks, Grim."