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[sythyry]

Whine! [3 Lage 4261]

When I rule Choinxeia as tyrant lizard with a forepaw of iron, I will proclaim the Third of Lage to be "Complain to the Zi Ri About Unanswerable Matters" day. Of course, it's not quite clear who would dare to complain to the tyrant lizard ruling them with a forepaw of iron, but I suppose some other Zi Ri might get quite an earful now and then.

Anoof is now living with one of his fiances and three other Cani. Anoof managed to lose the choof on organizing the apartment. (I gather the contest involved Anoof and the roomate setting up cleaning schedules and seeing which was the most popular with the other roommates. Nobody but Anoof liked Anoof's.) Which means of course that it is hideously messy and dirty and dingy and grungy and disgusting and mold-enslimed and filled with layers and layers of pestilential stinking rotten fruit husks after only a few weeks. Or, at least, that it wasn't up to Anoof's standards. He complained greatly to me about these matters. I declined to show him my new bedroom, which is messy dirty dingy grungy disgusting mold-enslimed and filled with layers and layers of pestilential stinking rotten chub-beetle carapaces after only a few weeks. Or, at least, isn't up to Anoof's stardards. Despite Jarmiet tidying it up every three days.

Agrimony complained to me about how much living with Dustweed is displeasing to him, not because zie is a both-female but because ... it's wrong. Also zie's traff. I had no great advise or response to him. Saying, "I'm traff, too" seemed too overwhelming to contemplate. And probably wouldn't have helped, except to get Agrimony complaining to other people about both of us.

Jarmiet, who you think would never complain to anyone about anything, complained to me that she couldn't get pregnant despite lots of trying. ("I've been trying ever so hard with Ilottat and haven't managed it either," I didn't say.) This is getting to be a serious issue in her family. They had one litter without her, and they are trying for another litter, and she's all embarrassed and upset and stuff. I expressed a great deal of sympathy. I didn't provide her with a ritual spell of fertility, since, well, I don't have one, and don't have that much influence with anyone who does.

Leiska briefly complained about Anoof challenging someone else to a duel again. "Since he got skewered last time, especially." I didn't get the details -- Leiska was walking one way down a street I was flying the other way down. Probably one of his roommates.

Thelvion complained about something too tedious to record, involving clothing that was stored in a box for too long.

Vingi complained ... no. Vingi never complains. Vingi was determinedly cheerful about Real-Eel breaking up with him. Again I could get few details, but I collected Dustweed, Ghirbis, and Strenata, and we will take him out to dinner for soup, sloop, and sympathy. (Strenata offered to bring Rhedwy for soup, sloop, Sleeth, and sympathy, but we persuaded her that the Sleeth would pretty much negate the sympathy.) More when I know more.

Sythyry finally got the courage to talk to Levande for complaining about countly and suchly matters, but of course she's in her country estate and not due back for a bit. Zie left zir card and a polite request.

Comments

[terrycloth.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't a forepaw of iron make it difficult to fly?

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Such a mighty tyrant need not fly! I shall have a team of elegant Orren to carry me about.

Among other things.

That's the first time the position has actually seemed at all appealing.

[brennabat.livejournal.com]

I think what is needed here is not an iron claw, but an iron hat! Some of us monsters refer to this as a crown -- but we are of course monsters, and by nature we are strange and despicable! But hear my logic! Case in point: Nestrune. His title implies some sort of crown. He, himself, implies some sort of often-occuring romance. Now we have you, O immortal, with your powerful hat. You, yourself, imply some sort of often occuring Orren -- a state directly occurring after the acquisition of aforementioned headgear. My logic is iron, powerful as a hat!

Or not. I see a flaw. Often romancing often iron-hatting Nestrune reports his often romance is often mediocre. The special properties of World Tree materials confuse and interest me, but also ravage my suggestion like so much Sleeth.

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

[OOC - Hi Brenna! I was wondering what had become of you. How're things?]

[brennabat.livejournal.com]

Things are very school! Yes, very school, and only to become more school in the future. Let us consider this to be done for the added realism of knowledgeably nodding to Sythyry's scholastic sorrows! Or if we cannot agree to this, let us consider it for my own improvement. I can only hope my college days are so very interesting as yours, Sythyry.

[I hear Bard saying, "But Sythyry is most likely fictional and you are not!" to which I must reply, "I have been told I live in a fantasy world, yet I do not reap the interesting benefits of such!" Hi Bard! :)]

[sythyry.livejournal.com]

Hmm... perhaps your author, too, is an increasingly dazed and sleep-depped entity. Perhaps things will get more complicated in short order. I hope you at least get an Ilottat, or, preferably, substantially better.

[brennabat.livejournal.com]

I think I have been offered an uncertain helping of a Tethezai (no I do not mean you! or you!), to which I had to decline. I do not think I am a Dustweed! I must confess to certain similarities between us, but on a whole I must claim the attractiveness high ground! Still, it is a start, and I must have faith that my author simply did not have his/her/its caffinated tea that morning.

I am uncertain as to how I would feel about an Ilottat. I must again confess -- how I bare my soul to you! -- that he reminds me of me, except with more wealth, an Orren, more linguistic skills, more ... Well let us say there are similarities present. Some. Enough? On the other hand he sounds entirely cute, which makes up for a great many sins.

Hmm.

[tuftears.livejournal.com]

Strenata offered to bring Rhedwy for soup, sloop, Sleeth, and sympathy, but we persuaded her that the Sleeth would pretty much negate the sympathy.

I don't know, the Sleeth version of sympathy could be pretty fun, if only because it will inspire whomever it is to cheer up quickly so he or she will stop getting sympathized at by the Sleeth.