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Uncharacteristic [12 Trandary 4262]

No, this isn't at all how I usually do things...

Ysgwyd:"Well, that didn't work."

Me:"Ilottat could not perform?"

Ysgwyd:"He did pretty well with a hired fake Zi Ri sitting on his face. I'm inconcievable though."

Me:"You're what?"

Delframber:"Not pregnant."

Me:"Oh, right. You didn't concieve."

Ysgwyd:"So we're going to have to try again."

Me:"OK..."

Ysgwyd:"So we're going to need another spell. So I have that chance to stop being so agravidical."

Me:"So what?"

Delframber:"So not pregnant."

Me:"That's not a real word!"

Ysgwyd:"My grasp on reality is not so strong! Never underestimate the wildness of an Orren who is trying to stop being so fitzy-gritzy!"

Me:[with an air of inevitability]"So what?"

Delframber:"So not pregnant."

Me:"I have never heard that word before."

Delframber:"I don't think anyone has. But there's only one thing it could mean."

Me:"Right-o. Another spell. There will be a price."

Ysgwyd:"Anything! Short of my first-born. That would sort of defeat the point of my current reproductive frenzy!"

Me:"What?"

Delframber:"She said, getting pregnant."

Me:"I thought so. Wasn't she supposed to mean 'not pregnant' though?"

Ysgwyd:"I forgot, OK?"

Delframber:"Pregnancy, my dear, Does Things to the mind."

Ysgwyd:"Working on it!"

Me:"Anyways, I have lost my latest traff Orren. I want a replacement!"

Ysgwyd:"Huh?"

Me:(explains)

Ysgwyd:"Awwww, poor Sythyry. That pink-tipped bitch!"

Me:"Black-handed, actually."

Ysgwyd:"Huh?"

Me:(explains)

Ysgwyd:"Right. Anyways, give me that spell, please, and I'll be on my way."

Me:"Hey! I said there'd be a price this time."

Ysgwyd:"A what?"

Delframber:"Pregnant, dear. Pregnant."

Me and Ysgwyd:"Wrong!"

Delframber:"Sorry. Bad habit."

Ysgwyd:"What price."

Me:"A traff Orren."

Ysgwyd:"How long?"

Me:"About six feet or so from toes to top of head."

Ysgwyd:"That's not what I meant!"

Me:"Um ... I'm not too fussy about which gender the Orren is, so there mightn't even be that length measurement."

Ysgwyd:"That's not what I meant either! Are we talking about a squirmy hour in an afternoon, or getting married, or what?"

Me:"Um ... "

Ysgwyd:"Ah, what the heck." She started to strip. "Can Delframber watch?"

Me:"I meant, um, could you introduce me to some traff Orrens?"

Ysgwyd:"Not in Vheshrame these days. I haven't lived here recently, and don't know who's doing what to who at all. So d'you want the hour or not?"

[Poll #960950]

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Uncharacteristic [12 Trandary 4262]

No, this isn't at all how I usually do things...

Ysgwyd:"Well, that didn't work."

Me:"Ilottat could not perform?"

Ysgwyd:"He did pretty well with a hired fake Zi Ri sitting on his face. I'm inconcievable though."

Me:"You're what?"

Delframber:"Not pregnant."

Me:"Oh, right. You didn't concieve."

Ysgwyd:"So we're going to have to try again."

Me:"OK..."

Ysgwyd:"So we're going to need another spell. So I have that chance to stop being so agravidical."

Me:"So what?"

Delframber:"So not pregnant."

Me:"That's not a real word!"

Ysgwyd:"My grasp on reality is not so strong! Never underestimate the wildness of an Orren who is trying to stop being so fitzy-gritzy!"

Me:[with an air of inevitability]"So what?"

Delframber:"So not pregnant."

Me:"I have never heard that word before."

Delframber:"I don't think anyone has. But there's only one thing it could mean."

Me:"Right-o. Another spell. There will be a price."

Ysgwyd:"Anything! Short of my first-born. That would sort of defeat the point of my current reproductive frenzy!"

Me:"What?"

Delframber:"She said, getting pregnant."

Me:"I thought so. Wasn't she supposed to mean 'not pregnant' though?"

Ysgwyd:"I forgot, OK?"

Delframber:"Pregnancy, my dear, Does Things to the mind."

Ysgwyd:"Working on it!"

Me:"Anyways, I have lost my latest traff Orren. I want a replacement!"

Ysgwyd:"Huh?"

Me:(explains)

Ysgwyd:"Awwww, poor Sythyry. That pink-tipped bitch!"

Me:"Black-handed, actually."

Ysgwyd:"Huh?"

Me:(explains)

Ysgwyd:"Right. Anyways, give me that spell, please, and I'll be on my way."

Me:"Hey! I said there'd be a price this time."

Ysgwyd:"A what?"

Delframber:"Pregnant, dear. Pregnant."

Me and Ysgwyd:"Wrong!"

Delframber:"Sorry. Bad habit."

Ysgwyd:"What price."

Me:"A traff Orren."

Ysgwyd:"How long?"

Me:"About six feet or so from toes to top of head."

Ysgwyd:"That's not what I meant!"

Me:"Um ... I'm not too fussy about which gender the Orren is, so there mightn't even be that length measurement."

Ysgwyd:"That's not what I meant either! Are we talking about a squirmy hour in an afternoon, or getting married, or what?"

Me:"Um ... "

Ysgwyd:"Ah, what the heck." She started to strip. "Can Delframber watch?"

Me:"I meant, um, could you introduce me to some traff Orrens?"

Ysgwyd:"Not in Vheshrame these days. I haven't lived here recently, and don't know who's doing what to who at all. So d'you want the hour or not?"

[Poll #960950]