: damn computer
Trianna Lisdell: ((*jumps laughing* I'm ok..))
Redwolf: I don't have a wife
And a stunned silence follows that comment...
: Ah... Okeys :]
: What's up, gorgeous?
I question the validity of that comment.
Trianna Lisdell: ((8snuggles DOMMY!!))
: Des?
yes, des... LADY TYGERESS from the original lurk pages, wife of CAINE himself! Who would have thought she'd be, yet again, on a lurk page?
*raises hand* I did, Shade.
: (*Snuggles Des* Hey, how you? What have you been doing? I've missed you) with my scope and my stand and my high impact bullets, I STILL missed you, DAMNIT!!
Coralee_Williams: (gdmf computers) That's a new brand by me...
Trianna Lisdell: ((I've missed you too.. been thinking lots about you))
Victor Ramano: *sits there*
You have to remind them that you're still here... in between bouts of out of character, real life babbling, i assume some sort of role play goes on. Wonder if it's anything more than glorified goth vampire romance and cyber sex...
Course not!!
: (Have they got your phone working yet?)
well, the phone may not be working, but the modem sure as hell is, and THAT is the important thing.
I don't get that... If you have a modem that can dial the Net, why in god's sweet name don't you have a phone?!
: (Been thinking about you too.)
Victor Ramano: ((*pokes everyone* Playplay PLAYYYY!))
a desperate cry for help, lost in the wilderness. pity this person.
*refuses to pity anyone that believes in words like 'playplay'*
Trianna Lisdell: ((not yet they still ahve it))
not quite a coherent thought, but hey. close.
Victor Ramano: *smiles over at her and kisses her on the cheek*
Trianna Lisdell: *looks to voctor* so how do you not know of your reason?
I'd like to know how he doesn't know his own reason... Isn't that pretty much impossible? Ahh, I forget, this place warps the fragile nature of logic.
: Des?
: Damn, tell them to fix it quicker. Have you filed your taxes yet?
Victor Ramano: I.....was just........here.........
Then...........my.........period........button got.........stuck.
Trianna Lisdell: ((worked on them today *winks*))
Yeah, her working on her taxes turns me on. *wink wink*
Coralee_Williams: *blushes at the kiss and glances between the two again*
from another dimension... with voyeristic intention... well secluded, i see all. sorry. just trying to up the 'cool' factor in here.
: (So you're sending them tomorrow or did you do Rapid Refund *smiles*
Wait, are they hitting on each other or what? Are there some inneundos I'm not getting?!?
Trianna Lisdell: (( doing electronic filing tomorrow))
WTF is with the tax talk? i mean, geeze. both these people DO have icq. they talk constantly. oh well... i'm sure they'd talk on the phone but... SHE DOESN'T HAVE ONE.
***five minutes later***
They are still talking about taxes. Role play at its finest!
Have any of the characters even spoken to each other yet?

Victor Ramano: *kisses her on the cheek again* ~would you like to sit on a more comfy couch?~
The '~' thing apparently denotes telepathic communication, ultra secretive and whatnot. Now. Is the comfy couch comment really that top secret?!?
Trianna Lisdell: ((hopefully))
Coralee_Williams: (spent it all too )
Coralee_Williams: * shivers and pulls her jacket close* ~~sure~~*hesitating a little, her fear of him being a vampire showing slightly*
: (how much you getting back, dear?)
Trianna Lisdell: ((3300))
Ahh, the sweet sweet life of a leech on society.
Trianna Lisdell: *looks at the two of them and nods knowing they need their privacy*
To talk about taxes?!?!
Victor Ramano: *sighs* ~if your not comfortable.......I'll sit here with you~ *moves back from her*
I'll give a ten dollar gift certificate to anyone who can tell me either his intention, his meaning, or if he has the right to breathe the same air we do...
Coralee_Williams: (we got about that too)
Same here.
Trianna Lisdell: ((be back late hun.. have to go get those boots.. I was telling youa bout))
I MISSED the boot conversation!?!? How could I?!? That must have been SO interesting!!! *goes to flay himself*
Coralee_Williams: * sighs and frowns, closing her eyes*
Victor Ramano: *sips his wine*
Victor Ramano: *leans on the table silently*
Coralee_Williams: *plays with the edge of the blanket still on her shoulders*
If you'll notice, they've been all struck momentarily mute.
: (You go girl. Heehee. That's cool. I'll see you tonight?)
: (don't forget the other things when you get the money, dear. heehee)
oh god... my brain hurts... i can't even... LORD! i'm gonna go to VCHAT next... maybe there'll be actuall role play i can mock instead of making lame personal attacks...
Doubt it.