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[sythyry]

Doom! [22 Consimbs 4261]

[OOC - sorry no updates in a while. I've been sick. -bb]

Sorry I haven't written for a week and a half. It's the end of the term and I've been busy. Specifically, busy with:

1. Learning all those spells I bought.
2. Performing pleasant physical manipulations on my boyfriend.
3. Ambassadoring at Vae
4. Rubbing my boyfriend's back when it was sore after he fell asleep in the library.
5. Finishing up all the various labors in all the various classes.
6. Bringing my boyfriend several very nice takeout fish dinners when he was working late for his own classes.
7. Mediating between Thery and Levande in a nasty fight about ... um ... everything, but most specifically about why Levande had told Thery that Yarwain was boinking Iska. (Maybe he is? I'm very confused about this whole thing.)
8. Boinking my boyfriend, definitively.
9. Getting up early early early, and finishing off an Enchantment project in a single week!
10. Staying up late late late comforting my boyfriend with kind words and intimate physical distractions when one of his professors ripped his left ear off repeatedly over many blatant errors of fact in his term paper. (One might excuse Ilottat putting Taranthayn on Aradrueia, and it really doesn't matter for this linguistics paper anyways, but Ilottat should have known that the average of some numbers between 400 and 700 was not 1,814.)

The enchantment project was The Swift Swift Shadow with the Strong Strong Tail. It carts five pounds of non-Durudor stuff (yes, it can carry water, and flaming candles, and even candied memories if you somehow manage to candy some memories (and they don't weight too much)) around behind me, moving as fast as I move even if I'm diving as fast as I can, say. I fussed for a long while about this, but the spell that could carry twenty-five pounds was simply too slow to follow me.

And it works a very remarkable twelve times a day. If you know much about Enchantment, you will understand how very proud of myself I ought to be for making it in a week -- not only did I get it to work the first time, but I learned and used a fancy technique for enchanting things quickly. (Which is the real point of taking the fancy section of Applied Enchantment, by the way. This is a trick that not every graduating student in enchantment has mastered! (Only the ones whose connections are good enough to get them into the fancy section of Applied Enchantment, or whose wits are good enough to figure it out from one of the eighty-eight books on the topic in the library.))

Anyways, I invited Ilottat to Quelldrie House last night to celebrate. (Specifically, I told my loyal and occasionally helpful go-between Anoof to invite him over. We are still pretending to be uninvolved.)

Doom, doom, so stupid of a doom ...

I was showing my SSSwtSST off to Ilottat and Anoof and Ghirbis and Dustweed and Tethezai. I flew up to my room, had the talisman pick up a shoe, and then powerdived down the side of the house to show that it could follow me down. It did.

I wish it hadn't.

I don't ordinarily wear shoes. I need my feet for perching, landing, writing, and clawing my wings so I don't do insanely stupid things. (Especially the latter.)

But I did get a few pairs for being Orren.

I had originally planned to get the plum-colored Sir Glass sandals that I had bought with Ilottat. But, of course, they're made of glass. Which is Durudor. Which means the SSSwtSST can't pick them up.

So I grabbed one of the other shoes from the back of the closet. A rather distinctive greenish suede sandal sort of thing, with a rather distinctive splotch on the front of it where Ilottat, um, stained it somehow in a squirt whose range very much surprised both of us.

After the powerdive, when my roomates and as-good-as-roommates were being suitably congradulative ("Sythyry, that's a complexity-5 spell. I should think you could just cast it when you want!), Ilottat was being unsuitably perceptive.

Ilottat:"Sythyry? The last time I saw that Sandelholz, sandal, you had left it in my Zimmer, room when you ran out all upset after you broke up with me. Somehow it vanished, along with the rest of your clothes and some of my books and Gepäck, luggage. How is it that it has returned to you?"

I'm afraid that my explanation ("Um ... I got another pair like that.") didn't satisfy him. ("And who did you get to stain it so unterscheidend, distinctively?") And the fact that Tethezai, who knew the full story, was laughing so terribly didn't help one bit.

After some very bad discussion, Ilottat put on all his countly dignity and said, "I will not have a Geliebter, lover, who steals things from my room. Anoof, do the rest." and stomped off.

Anoof didn't have all that much to do but shrug and look helpless, 'til I breathed fire on his nose and sent him away.

Tethezai congratulated me on getting rid of the ickiest boyfriend in the city, 'til I breathed fire on her nose and sent her away.

Ghirbis and Dustweed provided a great deal of brandy and sympathy -- Ghirbis putting off doing a final assignment to do that -- and kept me from doing anything rash. (No, not rash like suicide, and not rash like getting Vae to modify his opinions, and not rash like having my seven-winged burning thing eat the Daukrhame embassy. Rash like going to Across Saga and boinking that Cani woman from Ulmarn who never refused anyone.)

I'm not sure what to do now. This is just terrible.

Comments

[perlandria.livejournal.com]

You can't steal your own posessions, silly.
Is there a plausible way to have things return to you? In one world I visit, everything I own can be called back to me with one command.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Well, I had them stolen out of his room, is the actual point.

A very convenient world, that! Here, it's a Locador spell of complexity 25-35 (depending on just how you're doing it), and requires an arcane connection, and only works from a few miles away (and not through city walls, say), and only on one thing at a time.

[gavinfox.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm pretty sure that the world this person was describing was one specifically engineered for things like that sort of convenience, you know? To make the experience for those that visited it more enjoyable, probably for goals of profit..

[greenreaper.livejournal.com]

Fun or profit. I know one world like that and it's totally free to users. :-)

[redbird]

I'm not sure of what you should do now in any time-frame beyond the next day or two. In the day or two--buy Ghirbis and Dustweed a nice lunch or dinner to thank them for keeping you from doing anything rash; apologize to Anoof for breathing fire on his nose, and see if he knows any attractive traff Orren with better control over their tempers than Ilottat.

[redbird]

Okay, that goes from immediate--apologizing to Anoof for breathing fire on him, when he's not the one who stormed out on you--to longer-term possibilities for finding a boyfriend or girlfriend (I don't recall you stating a gender preference, if you do prefer male Orren please forgive my ignorance) or both who won't keep breaking up with you.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Those are good ideas. I dunno ... I'm not going to have children with an Orren anyways (*shudder*) so the gender doesn't matter very much, as long as the Orren is high-titled, rich, generous, sexy, brilliant, polyglottical, and, um, *whimper*

[redbird]

Okay, you clearly want Ilottat.

In that case, all I can advise is to do the really short-term stuff I mentioned above, go have some poptaloops, and make sure you have a nice warm stove or fireplace to nap in.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

I should hope it's clear! I wouldn't have been sleeping with him so energetically all these months if I did not want him!

Thanks for the advice. I shall take it!

[redbird]

It had been clear that you had wanted him at the time. This makes it clear that you still want him, despite/after this latest fight, and that you want him specifically. (There are people in my world who want a musician, or a younger man, or a person of X nationality with a decent income, but would be happy with any one of many people within those categories.)

[kensaro.livejournal.com]

Erm, well, I'd say that zie is describing Ilotat, I'mpretty certain that many of the aforementioned requirements aren't quite so hard upon closer inspection.

[thestra.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear.

Um.

Oops?

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Not your fault, sweetie.

[sianmink.livejournal.com]

Ilottat will, probably unfortunately, be back. His choices of Zi'ri to date are frightfully limited.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

I certainly hope so!

[cowboy-r.livejournal.com]

This is just terrible.

In that strange sense of terrible which means, "hooray!"

[vernononfm.livejournal.com]

Your enchantment project is indeed a very exciting accomplishment! :) I applaud you on your insight to make it work and get it done so quickly. Unfortunately, there are few here who would truly appreciate that.. :( Yes, there are many wonderful things you can do with Enchantment, and it can be a rewarding field. Providing you have decent clients, of course..

Though, I am sad to see things are going poorly with Ilottat. I would offer assistance, if I didn't live so far away. From what I saw when we met, you certainly didn't seem to do exhibit any qualities that would deem you deserving of this poor treatment. :(

[terrycloth.livejournal.com]

*blink blink* You mean he didn't *know*?

Or perhaps I should say, 'what was the *real* reason for him to storm off?'

Luckily, you have a consoling note from his wife already, that you can read now that it actually applies.

[terrycloth.livejournal.com]

As for what you should do... remind him that you weren't his lover when you had it stolen from his room?

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

A good, if ultimately futile, point.

[tuftears.livejournal.com]

This may sound a little odd, but have you considered making your own boyfriend/girlfriend? I mean, if some teacher can make a reasonably nice Orren out of a very nice wine...

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

I can, at need, please myself without spending weeks and weeks and cley and cley to build a toy.

[esory.livejournal.com]

He'll be back.