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Aug. 16th, 2006 03:25 amOld RP logs are amusing. While the plotline these quotes are from was more-or-less a horror themed and nightmarish little story, several of the lines crack me up.
Nance> ::snorts:: She's a cougar.
Mike> I dunno. Probably didn't think it warranted that many people. As to her going in alone... it probably is safer. She does know right where she's going. And if she gets into trouble, we're just a shout away.
Nance> ::smirks:: Didn't you see the look she was giving you, Mike? She was expecting a younger-than-her midwestern male to show up, help her and go for drinks afterwards.
Mike> ::blinks, oblivious::: Eh?
Nance> ::shakes her head:: Never mind.
Mike> You mean, she wanted me to play the knight in shining armor then go on a date? ::scratches his head, puzzled:::
Nance> Yep.
Mike> Oh.
Rick> ::looking over the rubble:: So. About what went on in there...
Arnie> :::arms crossed, probably now starting to feel... well, a little wiped out. And dazed.::: ...I won't say anything if you won't. :::did this just happen? Really? No. It's a messed up dream. Or... something:::
Rick> I have discoved a new theory on the universe: Days Inns bring nothing but death and pain.
Mike> So... uh... what're we supposed to do now? Hang around the Days Inn until this curse lifts?
Rick> ::frowns:: I think this is proof that Days Inns are evil.
Mike> Yeah. Maybe you two should dynamite this place and break the curse. :::no, he's not serious, it is a joke:::
Arnie> :::perfectly straight-faced::: I'll go get the dynamite. ::to Trish::: Which pocket d'you want it in?
Nance> Does that mean that we get to move into the Marriott for the rest of the weekend? I heard their rooms are nicer.
[Food? Is gone.]
[Long gone, and any leftovers? Don't look at Mike]
Nance> ::snorts:: She's a cougar.
Mike> I dunno. Probably didn't think it warranted that many people. As to her going in alone... it probably is safer. She does know right where she's going. And if she gets into trouble, we're just a shout away.
Nance> ::smirks:: Didn't you see the look she was giving you, Mike? She was expecting a younger-than-her midwestern male to show up, help her and go for drinks afterwards.
Mike> ::blinks, oblivious::: Eh?
Nance> ::shakes her head:: Never mind.
Mike> You mean, she wanted me to play the knight in shining armor then go on a date? ::scratches his head, puzzled:::
Nance> Yep.
Mike> Oh.
Rick> ::looking over the rubble:: So. About what went on in there...
Arnie> :::arms crossed, probably now starting to feel... well, a little wiped out. And dazed.::: ...I won't say anything if you won't. :::did this just happen? Really? No. It's a messed up dream. Or... something:::
Rick> I have discoved a new theory on the universe: Days Inns bring nothing but death and pain.
Mike> So... uh... what're we supposed to do now? Hang around the Days Inn until this curse lifts?
Rick> ::frowns:: I think this is proof that Days Inns are evil.
Mike> Yeah. Maybe you two should dynamite this place and break the curse. :::no, he's not serious, it is a joke:::
Arnie> :::perfectly straight-faced::: I'll go get the dynamite. ::to Trish::: Which pocket d'you want it in?
Nance> Does that mean that we get to move into the Marriott for the rest of the weekend? I heard their rooms are nicer.
[Food? Is gone.]
[Long gone, and any leftovers? Don't look at Mike]
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