Divisions and Precisions

Just another night MUSHing...Technosmith does

Just another night MUSHing...

Technosmith does not want to SEE this:

Her curves protest against the tight fitting material making it necissary to keep the zipper down her front loosened and exposing the delicious tops of mocha colored cleavage.

Ruth saw that on someone. Rivah?
Fate says "Male player."
Fate says "Has to be."
Fate says "Do you know /any/ woman who would think that tight clothing means you /have/ to lower the zipper to show off your "delicious" cleavage? :P"
Technosmith laughs!
Technosmith laughs a lot, in fact.
Ruth knows she's always unzipping herself because her cleavage is just too delicious to keep all to herself.
Ruth says "Oh, wait."
Fate laughs!
Fate gets the giggles badly.
Technosmith doesn't want to think of Dog Pooka TS. Bad bad bad.
Technosmith fehs.
Fate . o O (Damn. I'm just too hot. This cleavage is too delicious to keep to myself. I'd better unzip my shirt, and share it with everybody!)
Technosmith has disconnected.
Fate scared him.
Ruth laughs!!
Ruth says "His computer died. It just couldn't handle such delicious cleavage."
Fate says "A really generous character would go around offering to share. 'Want some cleavage? It's delicious!'"
Fate says "Mocha, even!"

I suppose I should post a key somewhere, so folks know who's who by their MUSH aliases...

I got it, I got

I got it, I got it, I got it! I got home from taking Max to the vet this afternoon (more on that, probably in an entry tomorrow), and waiting on my doorstep were twelve spanking new author's copies of Harvest of Thorns. I'm so geeked. They look wonderful. Yay!