dauna

Wow, three things all in a row! Sounds like your hard work is paying off! Congrats!

You can find me there, too... This is my fifth year doing nano actually. I've managed to win twice, which means this year I have to break the tie! Sorry it wasn't fun for you Zadown, but really the fun parts are the meetings, though managing to reach 50k is a nice sense of accomplishment. I'm littel_elf there. (old username) Are either of my fellow nanoers planning their novel? Or just going to see what comes out on Nov. 1st? Me, I prefer to just see what flows through my fingers, but I've never been a planner.

Dauna stares in disbelief at Ozymandias the Elder. "But, but... I haven't been here for the past two weeks!" Thinks back on time and adds, "At least." A sudden thought hits her with the fierceness of a lightning bolt. "OWWW!!!" oops. sorry. overenthusiastic narrator here. "You're trying to make me stay around, aren't you? Admit it! Why you sneaky, duplicitous... Angels! You like me, you really like me!" At such light and fluffy thoughts, Dauna floats off into the clouds... or maybe fog just rolled in. In Texas? She looks around warily. Or maybe Wyv is testing some Almost Dragonic Brand product... Suddenly fearing the fog, Dauna runs in whatever direction she might be facing only to smack into a pole and black out, ensuring that the possibly noxious fog completely saturates her being. ewww. OOC: Sorry, couldn't help myself. I think being away from you guys wasn't good for me somehow. Y'all are my outlet for insanity and now it's begun spreading to the other place. Somehow I don't think they can handle that part of me too well. heh. So yeah, I don't think I'll stay away so long next time. Thanks for the promotion! (Though I still think it's weird and suspicious. )

Oh no! Now I really have to find the third book in the Farseer trilogy, and finish up this Liveship trilogy. And I'm in love with WoT, now... Argh! *stares at the walls of books boxing her in and threatening to fall down and bury her* eep. Hmmm... and why are relevants pink? This is obviously a decidedly non-pink post. hehe. Sigh. I can't even keep my word on my second post. So sad. But I really should be in bed, so I'll chalk it up to tiredness.

Have you ever read five pages worth of questions in order to add-on and then discovered you had nothing to add? (Except this. )

Oooh, Robin Hobb... I was reminded somewhere that I'd read the first book in the Farseer trilogy quite a while back. Picked up and finished the second book not long ago. I also began the first book in the Liveship Trilogy (not as good in my opinion, but I just started it). Thanks so much for mentioning Shaman's Crossing. Oh, I would've learned of it eventually, but ever so nice to know there's something new out there waiting for me. Series. Ach. I'm halfway through The Dark Tower series, just started the Wheel of Time, halfway through Recluce... Would anyone like to recommend another uber long series to bog me down? Just asking. And I've read Harry Potter. And reread. And reread. When is Book 7 coming out? Oooh, I love whoever mentioned China Miéville. I wrote down all of your recommendations... but umm... I'm not sure when I'll get to them. My list of books to read now contains at least a thousand books... but I keep losing pieces of it, so I can't be sure. Erm, I'll try to think of something more relevant to post here next time. heh.

*eyes hugbin speculatively* What exactly is in there, now?

That was hilarious! I definitely hope you write a sequel!

Hmmm... How handy! Now I can keep track of just how many months and days old I am, too! As if I don't have enough trouble remembering what number of years I've supposedly lived. You were born on a Thursday. Your star sign is Pisces. The season was Winter. You are 24 years, 5 months, 17 days old.* It is 195 days until your next Birthday.* You are 8,936 days old.* You are approximately 214,448 hours old.* You are approximately 772,013,495 seconds old.* Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday's child works hard for a living, And the child that is born on the Sabbath day Is bonny and blithe and good and gay. Drat, of course I'd be Thursday's child. Far to go... *mumbles*

OOC: Thanks Pilocanci DnT--Oh man! I've been there! Say hello to Tom, Bob and Niles for me! IC: George loiters outside the door, having walked the keep at least twice, without a hint of such equipment to be found. She is certain the Penizens have it stashed away somewhere, for special occassions such as these, but so far everyone she's asked has simply looked at her blankly. She feels as if she's speaking a foreign language... Or perhaps as if she's in a foreign country that's very familiar... "Psst!" Blinking she looks around. "Psst! Down here!" There at her feet is one of the tiniest creatures she's ever seen! Could it be a gremlin? Or perhaps some form of fairy? Maybe even the lowest class of demon--an imp? From its appearance the small being could have claimed any of the three, and though George really wanted to ask, the next words out of its mouth brought her up short. "I heard you're looking for music equipment. What are you willing to trade?" The creature says, its eyes shifting nervously, watching for any observers. "I-- Well, I don't really have much gold--" "That's fine, we don't deal in gold much ourselves, but I'm sure you must have something of interest..." It glanced up at her coyly, almost as if it was certain she would understand, but she had not a clue. "I own naught but what I wear," she said, then patted down her pockets but only found lint. "Now that will do for a start," the creature said, moving with incredible speed to snatch the lint she'd pulled out of her pocket. "Is there more?" Emptying her pockets and then belly button of all lint, she looked hopefully at the small creature, but it shook its head sadly. "No, lint is quite... useful to us, but not enough for a music system and turn table of this quality." "I see," she murmured, and glanced towards the door. It hit her then what the creature wanted. "You want a DaunaDeluxe ComfyChair!" she exclaimed, and somehow with this knowledge a very small one appeared. "Now, I've never made one that wasn't for myself... " she began to caution it, but already the creature was jumping up and down on the cushion. Smiling, she decided that most likely the chair was harmless, and if it wasn't then it would find out the hard way no matter what she said. "Ah, the music equipment?" she asked and the creature smiled up at her with very pointy teeth. "Oh, it's already in the room. We set it up for you when we heard about the party. Unfortunately Wyvern is hard to get anything out of except ideas that would cost us gold, and Anna... well she's his apprentice, you know. Pilocanci always growls at us if we get anywhere near him, and the other person in the room was oddly silent. We're wondering if he's actually alive or not..." "Ah, Rubber Chicken. Yes, he's out cold, I'm afraid, but quite alive." Suddenly George can hear a loud bass beat coming from the room, pulsing through the door, practically begging anyone within hearing to dance. "Alright! Sounds like they finally put on some good music!" The creature says and opens up a small door within the door, passing into the room. After a moment it runs back out and pushes the DaunaDeluxe ComfyChairSE in before it. "Wouldn't want to lose it after just getting it!" The gremlin/fairy/imp says. Opening the door, the bass beat hits her full force, and she holds onto the door to keep from falling. The creature has moved out of the way by the time she regains her balance, and she notices that the edges of the room are now filled with dozens of the beings. "Thingsss are finally looking up," Wyvern says happily. "And the chairsss are ssstill two-hundred geld." Deciding that she would wear him down eventually, George thought for a minute, then asked him to dance. "And leave thessse chairsss empty ssso you can grab them? Never!" he said, but as everyone began getting up and joining the fray, she couldn't help but notice that he watched them enviously. OOC: Eep! Afraid I was a little wordy there. You'd think I was writing a short story!

But of course. Though I did think you'd prefer Pure Evil... hmmm...

Ah, so you offer to kill a few cits but not to eat crayons? Very interesting... *puts on a slightly skewed, ripped, and completely fake psychologist's hat* So tell me, Mr. Vampire Lord Black, what have these citizens done to anger you? Why not eat a crayon? Indeed a crayon cannot protest. Oh, you enjoy the protestations? I see. mhmm... *writes down something in her invisible notebook* Now what is it about blood? Is it the taste, the color? Couldn't you simply eat a lot of red crayons? What, they're wax? Well, wax melts. Simply put them in a kettle on a stove, heat, and enjoy! Don't you think that would be better for all mankind and your immortal soul? Oh, you don't have a soul? What, you lost it in a bet? I say, what did you bet on? What? Snails?! Racing... snails? I'm sorry, Mr. Black, this is simply too much, I cannot believe that there is any such thing as a racing snail! *throws the hat on the ground and stomps on it* Oh, that's better. Ick. I don't think I liked that bloke. So, who are you planning on killing?

Turning to Pilocanci, George looks deeply regretful, and wonders how to properly express this. "I'm so sorry, great Pilocanci, it's just that the excitement of seeing someone new quite took me over! Of course I'd never mistake a great canine such as yourself as anything other than male. I simply wasn't paying attention. Next time I shall be a bit more diligent before proclaiming the gender of anyone I meet." OOC: Sorry about that. I need to read profiles, apparently. I almost responded calling you a great bird, actually, because of your avatar but your profile set me straight. IC: Hoping that Pilocanci would forgive her, and feeling that it had been singularly rude on her part considering her name, to presume the gender of someone else simply based upon theirs, she glanced over at the smiling almost dragon draped across her comfy chairs and tried not to sigh. Anna turned a smile her way, and George quickly ducked it, heading out the door. "Be right back, I'm going to go see if I can't find Ted, since Wyvern recommended it." Leaning back against the door with a deep sigh, she relaxed, only to cry out when someone pushed upon the door behind her, sending her toppling to the floor! "Oh, there you are," Anna said, all smiles. "I'll try and bargain Wyvern down to something a bit more reasonable while you're gone. If you would pick up some music equipment while you're out? Obviously Ted will need something to dance to!" With that Anna disappeared and the door closed with George still on the floor. "Next thing you know she'll want a dj as well," George grumbled, then froze when the door swung open again. "Oh and if you could make sure to get a turntable and enquire after djs, too? That's a doll," and with that she was gone once more. Deciding not to chance her luck, George got to her feet and quickly started the journey to find Ted and bring him back, along with her list of supplies. Feeling like she was on a treasure hunt of some kind, she stuck her head into one room and then another, before deciding just to leave him a message. Unfortunately she still had no clue where to find the music system, and without the comfy chairs--which seemed to have certain magic properties--she was uncertain about her abilities of obtaining them. "Now then, how did I manage to get the comfy chairs? Maybe that will give me a clue," she thought as she wandered through the Pen's halls aimlessly.

George shook her head slightly and looked at this new arrival. "Well, um, thanks... I think. I'm George, it's nice to meet you." Then, upon taking a closer look at what Appy held she blinked. "Does that ball have antenae?" Frowning, she wondered whether it was a shapechanging creature of some sort, and was about to ask when she spotted someone lurking amid the corners of the room. "Well, hi...! Oh, he's gone again." At Appy's uncertain glance at the empty corner she smiled sheepishly. "Thought I saw Wyvern lurking around, but he didn't say anything and then he was gone." Shrugging it away, her eyes fell upon the table Anna had set up previously, and the food that was quickly cooling. "Well, since you're here, would you like a bite to eat? It'd be a shame for all of that food to go to waste."

Oooh, VERY good point, Pillow! I don't think I've seen Black eat crayons once. And kill a productive member of society? Never. Hmmm... Sorry, Black, but you may have more work ahead of you than I feared. Looks like you're really going to have to de-prove yourself before you're ready to take over the world.

Seeing Pillow, she races over and hugs the relative stranger. "Someone's here! You have no idea how deserted I was starting to feel!" Looking at the scene herself, she shrugs at her form crouched down behind the comfy chair. "Looks like I'm having an out of body experience. Honestly I'm not even sure why I'm afraid of Rubber Chicken... Well, except that I do. You see, I'm not sure how to write him. He's an old hand on the forum, and me being new... I'm afraid I'll mess things up." Pillow opens her mouth, not sure what to say, except that she thinks she's expected to say something. "Oh, I know! Why didn't I think of it before!" And suddenly George is back in her body. Picking up a handy bottle she finds nearby she conks Rubber Chicken on the head and he passes out again. "There we go. Unfortunately I'm still uncertain of trying to write Wyvern. Oh, I could throw in some Almost Dragonic references, and some sibilant S's, but I don't know..." She observes the frozen tableau with both Anna and Wyvern frozen in time. "You know what? I think I'm going to claim this spot for myself since they're going to be Almost Statues. Hee!" Pulling a screen from her pocket, she screens off that corner of the room. Heading into the well lit center of the room, she manages to produce another comfy chair, and hopes that this one will be more surprise-free than the last one.

Wow I really enjoyed that. Brings back some memories, too. Yep, I swear procrastination sometimes made me write better papers then I normally would have with all the time in the world. Wish I'd known there was an award, though! Hey, a reason to procrastinate! You may have caught this by now, but thought I'd mention a typo. Yes, I'm afraid that's all the help I have to offer. I can't think of a single way to make it any better. That's a good thing! Typo: he left to his feet; His school was closed!! I'm going to assume you meant leapt. Great Job! ~dauna

Oh wow, now that is the coolest result. What did you have to put in to get it? Just wondering what the quizmaster defines as "insane." hehe. Portrait of Zool: Aha, I thought it was too coincidental! And thanks for the welcome.

Oh, hey! I took that one... umm... a week ago maybe? I'm Twisted. I think Twisted is much more interesting than simply evil or good. You never know which way I'm going to go.

Deciding she'd rather not watch this deal, George went over to inspect the brightly lit area in the middle, tentatively reaching down and putting a finger to the side of Rubber Chicken's neck. "Eek!" she shrieked when he sat up. Quickly backing away, she turned and hid behind her comfy chair. "What?" Anna asked, seeing George crouched down. Pointing hesitantly towards the middle of the room, she could barely make out Rubber Chicken putting a wing to his forehead and tottering a few steps towards them.

George eyes the document warily. Then takes out a magnifying glass. "Aha!" she crowed. There in the teeny tiniest writing you could imagine, about the size of pixels--but then this magnifying glass was a very special one--, there were words changing what the document supposedly stated. Instead it said: "Sign this document to *give Anna one million gold. Never* receive your one million gold!" "Thanks but no thanks," she says and tears the piece of paper in two. "Nice try, tho," she says consolately, noticing the disappointed expression on Anna's face.

Oh, no, so now you can sue me? eep!

George--who was lurking outside the door--watched Disco-neck Ted emerge and then jumped backwards at the sight of the spider following. "It's ok. I took care of this one," he said and she listened to his background music until he was out of sight. Peeking back inside the room, she sees Anna looking rather worn, and her comfy chair now occupied by a certain lizard. Stalking inside, she glares at Wyvern, who looks up blandly. "Quite a comfortable chair," he remarks, then reclines and closes his eyes. Opening and shutting her mouth, she looks towards Anna, but she's in no condition to give advice. In fact it looks like the slayer of the third eye needs a nap herself. Unfortunately the only comfortable spot is currently taken. Trying to decide whether to laugh or cry, George sinks down to the floor and hugs her knees.

"Oh no, not again!" George moans as the floor tilts, and is quietly sick in a corner. "Um... just don't go over there," she says, then glances around. "Oh, and let's all pretend that I didn't just ask the stupidest question ever about new intiate hazing, k? Never happened. Now, I'm just going to go... umm... that way." Quickly scampers in direction of exit.

"Thanks Wyvern!" George said, pumping his hand enthusiastically. "Well, I'm ok with reality and death being a little unpredictable as long as there are people around. Actually it can be quite amusing at times... But you know, falling upwards isn't really all that much fun. Makes me queasy just thinking about it!" OOC: Thanks! LOL, and after all I said about being ready to wait months, here you are so very prompt! Yep, Black can be quite persuasive. Personally I don't think he's irresistible, though! If I'd really wanted to resist, I would have. But I didn't.