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Logs of last night! I'll do the Cellophane and Junk Food one in a bit.
* Pestilence is now known as Hastur
Nemesis Sanity?
Nemesis OH CARP
Hastur *poofs in in flaaame* Ohhh, my poor suffering succotash!
Ares *blinks at Hastur*
Nemesis My aren't you creative today?
Ares> *quirks an eyebrow* Nem, who's the flaming dude?
Nemesis> A flaming dude
Ares> ...well, DUH.
Nemesis> Exactly
Hastur> *grins at Ares* I'm Hastur. Nice to meet you.
Ares> *grins hugely* Oh, YOU'RE Hastur! Ares. It's a pleasure.
Hastur> *grins back* My reputation precedes me, I ssuppose.
Nemesis> Go die
Ares> Very much so. My headmate -despises- you. *looks altogether too pleased by this*
Hastur> Which headmate is that? I'm despised by so *many*..
Nemesis> My brother, I think
Hastur> *grins* Ah, _Famine_..
Ares> *smirks* Yeah. Not too fond of me, either.
Nemesis> ...Can you BLAME him?
Hastur> *looks at Nem* Thank you for the assistance, my darling Peep of Pleasure.
Ares> *laughs* Silly Nemesis.
Nemesis> ...*Facepalm* Both of you should go choke on an apple core
Ares> Can't. God. *grins*
Nemesis> Damn
Hastur> Can't. Demon. *smirks* My darling Miracle Whip of miracles.
Ares> *snorts* Creative.
Nemesis> *Slaps Hastur*
Hastur> *slap'd!*
Ares> *quirks an eyebrow*
Hastur> Did I offend, my butterbean of beauty?
Ares> *snickers*
Nemesis> No. But I know you're going to. It's for the future.
Hastur> Ah. Well, I'd best deserve it, my deep-fried turkey of delight.
Ares> *sporfles*
Ares> *yes, him and not his typist*
Ares> *although his typist is too*
Nemesis> ...WHO WOULD DEEP FRY A TURKEY?
Ares> Stupid people?
Hastur> Mortals do it all the time, actually. Get a bucket of oil...
Hastur> Apparently popular around Thanksgiving, my turducken of truth.
Ares> *waves a hand* Mortals, stupid people...what's the difference?
Nemesis> ...What did you just call me?
Hastur> Turducken. Of truth.
Nemesis> ....That's odd.
Hastur> It's only appropriate, my stuffing of sweetness.
Ares> *snickers*
Nemesis> What is it with you and food and me?
Hastur> I don't know, my bacon cheeseburger of brains.
Ares> *snickers more*
Nemesis> Stop then
Hastur> But it's so fun, my finicky french fry.
Nemesis> Go rot
Ares> *snorts* Nem, I've never seen you this annoyed with anyone. I think I like him. *grins at Hastur*
Nemesis> ...You can go die, too
Hastur> *winks at Ares and turns back to Nem* But my orange roughy of obstinance...
Nemesis> *Facepalm*
Ares> *laughs* Can't. My utmost apologies. *watches in amusion*
Nemesis> *mutters* Oh why me...
Ares> *smirks* Lucky, I suppose/
Nemesis> Whywhywhywhywhywhy
Hastur> *walks over to Nem and drapes an arm around her shoulders* My pretty pork rind..
Ares> *smirks more* Much as I'm enjoying this, I must be off. I'm sure you'll be utterly bereft Without my presence, Nem. *grins at Hastur* -Rockin'- to finally meet you.
Nemesis> *Shudder...shudder...huddles up and kind of turns into a ball*
Hastur> *waves to Ares*
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* Helen has joined #desperatefans
Helen> *flounces in*
Nemesis> ...*Blink* OH CARP
Helen> *stares at Nemesis*
Nemesis> *Stares back*
Nemesis> *And slides off of Famine's lap*
Nemesis> ...Oh, wow. *Still WTFing at Helen*
Helen> *still staring at Nemesis*
Famine> *blinks at Helen* ...er.
Nemesis> *is back and freaked out by the appearence of the daughter*
Helen> *walks over to Nemesis* Hello, mother.
Famine> *...'STYPISTHASALREADYSCARREDONEPUPPETDUETOF/PSEX,MOOHAHA* *...stops blinking at Cellophane to blink at Helen*
Nemesis> Well, this is unexpected. Hello, Helen
Famine> ...mother? *blinks at Nemesis* ...Nem, this is...your daughter?
Nemesis> *Nods* This is Helen.
Metatron> Oh! I learned about this last night. She hatched from an egg. ...
DEATH> [[Thought she was Zues']]
Metatron> ...er.
Helen> ((Zeus -and- Nemesis's))
DEATH> [[Zeus*]]
DEATH> [[Ah. Fun]]
Nemesis> [Egg-child, yo*]
Helen> *smiles prettily at Famine*
Famine> *blinks* ...this is Zeus's...*stares at her a bit wtf-ishly*
Nemesis> Yep. That's the one. Helen...this is Famine.
Famine> *nods* I'm your uncle, I suppose.
Helen> *blinks* *curtsies* Hello, Uncle ... Famine?
Cellophane> ... Oh! That makes us cousins, doesn't it?
Metatron> ...well, then.
Nemesis> And this is the Metatron.
Metatron> ...yes. The Voice of God. It's... nice to meet you.
Helen> It's nice to meet you as well. *smiles and curtsies again* *has manners*
Famine> *looks a little wtf-y at being called Uncle Famine, but nods to Helen* Er...*gestures to Cellophane* That's...my daughter. Cellophane.
Nemesis> *is WTF-y at Helen, yo* So, Helen. How are you, then?
Helen> I am well, mother, and how are you?
Famine> *well, at least she KNEW about HER kid*
Nemesis> I've been fine. Nothing's changed much, really. *That's not the point!*
Ares> *bounces around randomly* *ponders hitting on Helen*
Metatron> *buries his face in his hands*
Nemesis> *Would like Ares to know that Nemesis would probably murder him*
Ares> *ponders hitting on Jon, then!*
Helen> *thinks Ares should hit on Helen* *oh yes*
Nemesis> *Nemesis will go insane, you know*
Ares> *is still happy from killing two people :D*
Ares> *ponders hitting on Helen again*
Nemesis> Well, today has been interesting...
Helen> *... or maybe Ares should hit on Cellophane*
Ares> *OMG PONDERS HITTING ON CELLOPHANE*
Ares> *as if Famine needed more reason to hate him, moo ha ha*
Metatron> *omgwtf*
Cellophane> *OMG SHOULD TOTALLY BE HIT ON, AS IS ALMOST AS PRETTY AS HELEN AND DEFINITELY BETTER DRESSED*
Nemesis> *World trade fed, Ares, I'll kill you*
Ares> *WILL TOTALLY HIT ON CELLOPHANE, THEN, AS CANNOT BE KILLED, MOO HA HA*
Ares> *strolls over to Cellophane and griiiiiiins all pretty-boy-surfer-dude-god-ishly*
Cellophane> *smiles at Ares*
Famine> ...*blinks and glares at Ares*
ArmandStJust> *watches Ares*
Nemesis> *Raises an eyebrow* Don't even *think* about it, Ares.
Metatron> *would flail if he wasn't very studiously NOT WATCHING ANYTHING CURRENTLY GOING ON*
Ares> *sticks his tongue out at Nemesis, ignores Famine, and slings an arm around Cellophane's Shoulders* Hey, babe. What's your name? *grins*
* Disconnected
Session Close: Sat Jul 02 19:32:32 2005
* Pestilence is now known as Hastur
Nemesis Sanity?
Nemesis OH CARP
Hastur *poofs in in flaaame* Ohhh, my poor suffering succotash!
Ares *blinks at Hastur*
Nemesis My aren't you creative today?
Ares> *quirks an eyebrow* Nem, who's the flaming dude?
Nemesis> A flaming dude
Ares> ...well, DUH.
Nemesis> Exactly
Hastur> *grins at Ares* I'm Hastur. Nice to meet you.
Ares> *grins hugely* Oh, YOU'RE Hastur! Ares. It's a pleasure.
Hastur> *grins back* My reputation precedes me, I ssuppose.
Nemesis> Go die
Ares> Very much so. My headmate -despises- you. *looks altogether too pleased by this*
Hastur> Which headmate is that? I'm despised by so *many*..
Nemesis> My brother, I think
Hastur> *grins* Ah, _Famine_..
Ares> *smirks* Yeah. Not too fond of me, either.
Nemesis> ...Can you BLAME him?
Hastur> *looks at Nem* Thank you for the assistance, my darling Peep of Pleasure.
Ares> *laughs* Silly Nemesis.
Nemesis> ...*Facepalm* Both of you should go choke on an apple core
Ares> Can't. God. *grins*
Nemesis> Damn
Hastur> Can't. Demon. *smirks* My darling Miracle Whip of miracles.
Ares> *snorts* Creative.
Nemesis> *Slaps Hastur*
Hastur> *slap'd!*
Ares> *quirks an eyebrow*
Hastur> Did I offend, my butterbean of beauty?
Ares> *snickers*
Nemesis> No. But I know you're going to. It's for the future.
Hastur> Ah. Well, I'd best deserve it, my deep-fried turkey of delight.
Ares> *sporfles*
Ares> *yes, him and not his typist*
Ares> *although his typist is too*
Nemesis> ...WHO WOULD DEEP FRY A TURKEY?
Ares> Stupid people?
Hastur> Mortals do it all the time, actually. Get a bucket of oil...
Hastur> Apparently popular around Thanksgiving, my turducken of truth.
Ares> *waves a hand* Mortals, stupid people...what's the difference?
Nemesis> ...What did you just call me?
Hastur> Turducken. Of truth.
Nemesis> ....That's odd.
Hastur> It's only appropriate, my stuffing of sweetness.
Ares> *snickers*
Nemesis> What is it with you and food and me?
Hastur> I don't know, my bacon cheeseburger of brains.
Ares> *snickers more*
Nemesis> Stop then
Hastur> But it's so fun, my finicky french fry.
Nemesis> Go rot
Ares> *snorts* Nem, I've never seen you this annoyed with anyone. I think I like him. *grins at Hastur*
Nemesis> ...You can go die, too
Hastur> *winks at Ares and turns back to Nem* But my orange roughy of obstinance...
Nemesis> *Facepalm*
Ares> *laughs* Can't. My utmost apologies. *watches in amusion*
Nemesis> *mutters* Oh why me...
Ares> *smirks* Lucky, I suppose/
Nemesis> Whywhywhywhywhywhy
Hastur> *walks over to Nem and drapes an arm around her shoulders* My pretty pork rind..
Ares> *smirks more* Much as I'm enjoying this, I must be off. I'm sure you'll be utterly bereft Without my presence, Nem. *grins at Hastur* -Rockin'- to finally meet you.
Nemesis> *Shudder...shudder...huddles up and kind of turns into a ball*
Hastur> *waves to Ares*
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* Helen has joined #desperatefans
Helen> *flounces in*
Nemesis> ...*Blink* OH CARP
Helen> *stares at Nemesis*
Nemesis> *Stares back*
Nemesis> *And slides off of Famine's lap*
Nemesis> ...Oh, wow. *Still WTFing at Helen*
Helen> *still staring at Nemesis*
Famine> *blinks at Helen* ...er.
Nemesis> *is back and freaked out by the appearence of the daughter*
Helen> *walks over to Nemesis* Hello, mother.
Famine> *...'STYPISTHASALREADYSCARREDONEPUPPETDUETOF/PSEX,MOOHAHA* *...stops blinking at Cellophane to blink at Helen*
Nemesis> Well, this is unexpected. Hello, Helen
Famine> ...mother? *blinks at Nemesis* ...Nem, this is...your daughter?
Nemesis> *Nods* This is Helen.
Metatron> Oh! I learned about this last night. She hatched from an egg. ...
DEATH> [[Thought she was Zues']]
Metatron> ...er.
Helen> ((Zeus -and- Nemesis's))
DEATH> [[Zeus*]]
DEATH> [[Ah. Fun]]
Nemesis> [Egg-child, yo*]
Helen> *smiles prettily at Famine*
Famine> *blinks* ...this is Zeus's...*stares at her a bit wtf-ishly*
Nemesis> Yep. That's the one. Helen...this is Famine.
Famine> *nods* I'm your uncle, I suppose.
Helen> *blinks* *curtsies* Hello, Uncle ... Famine?
Cellophane> ... Oh! That makes us cousins, doesn't it?
Metatron> ...well, then.
Nemesis> And this is the Metatron.
Metatron> ...yes. The Voice of God. It's... nice to meet you.
Helen> It's nice to meet you as well. *smiles and curtsies again* *has manners*
Famine> *looks a little wtf-y at being called Uncle Famine, but nods to Helen* Er...*gestures to Cellophane* That's...my daughter. Cellophane.
Nemesis> *is WTF-y at Helen, yo* So, Helen. How are you, then?
Helen> I am well, mother, and how are you?
Famine> *well, at least she KNEW about HER kid*
Nemesis> I've been fine. Nothing's changed much, really. *That's not the point!*
Ares> *bounces around randomly* *ponders hitting on Helen*
Metatron> *buries his face in his hands*
Nemesis> *Would like Ares to know that Nemesis would probably murder him*
Ares> *ponders hitting on Jon, then!*
Helen> *thinks Ares should hit on Helen* *oh yes*
Nemesis> *Nemesis will go insane, you know*
Ares> *is still happy from killing two people :D*
Ares> *ponders hitting on Helen again*
Nemesis> Well, today has been interesting...
Helen> *... or maybe Ares should hit on Cellophane*
Ares> *OMG PONDERS HITTING ON CELLOPHANE*
Ares> *as if Famine needed more reason to hate him, moo ha ha*
Metatron> *omgwtf*
Cellophane> *OMG SHOULD TOTALLY BE HIT ON, AS IS ALMOST AS PRETTY AS HELEN AND DEFINITELY BETTER DRESSED*
Nemesis> *World trade fed, Ares, I'll kill you*
Ares> *WILL TOTALLY HIT ON CELLOPHANE, THEN, AS CANNOT BE KILLED, MOO HA HA*
Ares> *strolls over to Cellophane and griiiiiiins all pretty-boy-surfer-dude-god-ishly*
Cellophane> *smiles at Ares*
Famine> ...*blinks and glares at Ares*
ArmandStJust> *watches Ares*
Nemesis> *Raises an eyebrow* Don't even *think* about it, Ares.
Metatron> *would flail if he wasn't very studiously NOT WATCHING ANYTHING CURRENTLY GOING ON*
Ares> *sticks his tongue out at Nemesis, ignores Famine, and slings an arm around Cellophane's Shoulders* Hey, babe. What's your name? *grins*
* Disconnected
Session Close: Sat Jul 02 19:32:32 2005