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(( From an actual in-game chat log. Only OOC chatter was taken out. Players of Sariel, Thanthalis, and Carmella step forward, I only take 25% credit for this. Alyrian get's credit for being a witness ))
One stormy evening, four rather bored-looking adventurers gather at a table in the Four Lanterns.
Sariel de Terra: Alright, have a seat folks.
Carmella Brendt: Yeah, alright. What we playing? Craps? Shooters?
Sariel de Terra: Nah, something fun and intelligent. Puns!
Carmella Brendt: Wait, what? You mean there are other people in this two-horse town who enjoy partaking in witty reparts as well? Count me in. *slides into a seat*
Sariel de Terra: We'll start with something really simple. The idea is to carry on a whole conversation while making puns about a topic
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: I don't believe we've met, madam...
Elusa Myrn: I wasn't trying to be witty...
Sariel de Terra: *pulls up a chair*
Alyrian Eldeas: *He smiles to Mordin as he catches his glass in his gloved hand.*
Carmella Brendt: *batters eyelashes, clearly swept away by the manners* Name's Mella. Yours?
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: Thanthalis of High Forest.
Sariel de Terra: What's a good topic... hmm...
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: *closes his almond eyes slowly and bows his head in a slight bow*
Alyrian Eldeas: *Swirling it around a bit, he glances over to the party.*
Sariel de Terra: Lettuce think about a topic... *smirks, looking to the table*
Carmella Brendt: What? Don't be such a rotten egg. Isn't that a pretty juvenile topic?
Elusa Myrn: *looks down nervously* I don't think I'm going to be very good at this.
Sariel de Terra: Oh come on, it's a piece of cake
Sariel de Terra: *he nudges her playfully*
Elusa Myrn: I'd rather have some more whine?
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: I see I'm sandwiched into between two masters at this game.
Carmella Brendt: *batters eyelashes at thanty, clearly being swept away in the compliments* Thanks for the condiment.
Sariel de Terra: Hah! Ale in a day's work, Mouth.
Alyrian Eldeas: *His amusement fast turns into skepticism*
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: Thats pudding it midly.
Sariel de Terra: *makes an OOooo face, impressed by that one*
Elusa Myrn: Let's move on to a more serious topic. Sariel, what ales you?
Carmella Brendt: Oh, snap, you two are particularly saucy tonight. What's been on the plate with you?
Sariel de Terra: *laughs* I can't helping it. Don't worry, Honey.
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: *looks to Sariel*
Carmella Brendt: The only problem this man has *motions to Sariel* is that he's a sorbet in a city full of vanillas, is all, yeah?
Elusa Myrn: Honestly though, it's been nice to meat you all.
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: I'd steak my life on the fact that this game is growing corny.
Carmella Brendt: Yeah, you guys need some more flavor. Did you know that when a clock gets hungry, it goes back four seconds?
Sariel de Terra: *moans* That joke was just stale.
Carmella Brendt: Yeah? What about the cannibal who cut ahead of everyone else in the lunch line? He got the cold shoulder.
Elusa Myrn: I'm sorry, I'm running out of yokes.
Sariel de Terra: Don't worry you're doing eggseptionally well
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: My Sariel you were Bread for this game.
Elusa Myrn: Don't butter me up, I'm doing awful.
Carmella Brendt: Too bad he wasn't bred for good looks, yeah? He's barely even got peach fuzz on his face.
Carmella Brendt: Although despite that, the two of us make a perfect pear, yeah?
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: Listen honey, do you really feel that way?
Sariel de Terra: *rolls his eyes* You're so cheesy!
Alyrian Eldeas: *He groans. Setting down his glass, he walks as briskly as he can out of the inn.*
Elusa Myrn: Now we're roll-ing over in repeats.
Sariel de Terra: Well don't get stewed over it.
Elusa Myrn: Let's change the sub-ject.
Sariel de Terra: *bangs the table loudly in glee, missing her pun* New one!
Carmella Brendt: Yeah, sheesh. We've milked the hell out of that one.
Sariel de Terra: ...oh I get it now! *slaps his head*
Elusa Myrn: I was really stretching the taffy on that one.
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: You fudged that last one.
Elusa Myrn: I know, I'm in a pickle.
Carmella Brendt: Yeah, you're about as slow as molasses. Going uphill in the winter, with crutches.
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: Well no more loafing about, I'm off...
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: *stands*
Sariel de Terra: Alright, alright, game off.... *laughs, tossing his bangs aside*
One stormy evening, four rather bored-looking adventurers gather at a table in the Four Lanterns.
Sariel de Terra: Alright, have a seat folks.
Carmella Brendt: Yeah, alright. What we playing? Craps? Shooters?
Sariel de Terra: Nah, something fun and intelligent. Puns!
Carmella Brendt: Wait, what? You mean there are other people in this two-horse town who enjoy partaking in witty reparts as well? Count me in. *slides into a seat*
Sariel de Terra: We'll start with something really simple. The idea is to carry on a whole conversation while making puns about a topic
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: I don't believe we've met, madam...
Elusa Myrn: I wasn't trying to be witty...
Sariel de Terra: *pulls up a chair*
Alyrian Eldeas: *He smiles to Mordin as he catches his glass in his gloved hand.*
Carmella Brendt: *batters eyelashes, clearly swept away by the manners* Name's Mella. Yours?
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: Thanthalis of High Forest.
Sariel de Terra: What's a good topic... hmm...
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: *closes his almond eyes slowly and bows his head in a slight bow*
Alyrian Eldeas: *Swirling it around a bit, he glances over to the party.*
Sariel de Terra: Lettuce think about a topic... *smirks, looking to the table*
Carmella Brendt: What? Don't be such a rotten egg. Isn't that a pretty juvenile topic?
Elusa Myrn: *looks down nervously* I don't think I'm going to be very good at this.
Sariel de Terra: Oh come on, it's a piece of cake
Sariel de Terra: *he nudges her playfully*
Elusa Myrn: I'd rather have some more whine?
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: I see I'm sandwiched into between two masters at this game.
Carmella Brendt: *batters eyelashes at thanty, clearly being swept away in the compliments* Thanks for the condiment.
Sariel de Terra: Hah! Ale in a day's work, Mouth.
Alyrian Eldeas: *His amusement fast turns into skepticism*
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: Thats pudding it midly.
Sariel de Terra: *makes an OOooo face, impressed by that one*
Elusa Myrn: Let's move on to a more serious topic. Sariel, what ales you?
Carmella Brendt: Oh, snap, you two are particularly saucy tonight. What's been on the plate with you?
Sariel de Terra: *laughs* I can't helping it. Don't worry, Honey.
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: *looks to Sariel*
Carmella Brendt: The only problem this man has *motions to Sariel* is that he's a sorbet in a city full of vanillas, is all, yeah?
Elusa Myrn: Honestly though, it's been nice to meat you all.
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: I'd steak my life on the fact that this game is growing corny.
Carmella Brendt: Yeah, you guys need some more flavor. Did you know that when a clock gets hungry, it goes back four seconds?
Sariel de Terra: *moans* That joke was just stale.
Carmella Brendt: Yeah? What about the cannibal who cut ahead of everyone else in the lunch line? He got the cold shoulder.
Elusa Myrn: I'm sorry, I'm running out of yokes.
Sariel de Terra: Don't worry you're doing eggseptionally well
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: My Sariel you were Bread for this game.
Elusa Myrn: Don't butter me up, I'm doing awful.
Carmella Brendt: Too bad he wasn't bred for good looks, yeah? He's barely even got peach fuzz on his face.
Carmella Brendt: Although despite that, the two of us make a perfect pear, yeah?
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: Listen honey, do you really feel that way?
Sariel de Terra: *rolls his eyes* You're so cheesy!
Alyrian Eldeas: *He groans. Setting down his glass, he walks as briskly as he can out of the inn.*
Elusa Myrn: Now we're roll-ing over in repeats.
Sariel de Terra: Well don't get stewed over it.
Elusa Myrn: Let's change the sub-ject.
Sariel de Terra: *bangs the table loudly in glee, missing her pun* New one!
Carmella Brendt: Yeah, sheesh. We've milked the hell out of that one.
Sariel de Terra: ...oh I get it now! *slaps his head*
Elusa Myrn: I was really stretching the taffy on that one.
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: You fudged that last one.
Elusa Myrn: I know, I'm in a pickle.
Carmella Brendt: Yeah, you're about as slow as molasses. Going uphill in the winter, with crutches.
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: Well no more loafing about, I'm off...
Thanthalis Ereyamuun: *stands*
Sariel de Terra: Alright, alright, game off.... *laughs, tossing his bangs aside*
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