Oddly, it was not the sound of his voice that brought her up short, but the scent of his cigarette. It hit her like a mack truck going 90 down an interstate. An odd blend of different tobaccos made especially for him. Like wood smoke on a crisp autumn night; The aroma tweaked her primordial memories hard enough to almost make her cry out in pain. ( Read more... )

Serenity is once again active on SD. And Inara shall remain under my command {like anyone can command this woman to do -anything-.} *chuckle*

We have a new active host of, Serenity and she has brought many new people to rp. I'm starting to miss it terribly, so Inara will once again fly the skies with her own unique style and flair.


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[14:42] Mikaelen: whats homestone
[14:42] Madame Draconis: World of Gor
[14:42] Mikaelen: o rly
[14:42] Madame Draconis: yes
[14:43] Madame Draconis: I'll show you my slave girl someday. though that room isn't played in anymore
[14:44] Mikaelen: you have a what now

( I dont think i could own you it'd be difficult. )

the things i do keep *chuckle* I was rereading so i could get the 'feel' for her again. As if before them they expected all things to hold sway

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( here a whatnot, there a whatnot, everywhere a whatnot. )

The very day I decide not to kill Tryst off. Harbonah returns. *grins* I think someone is trying to tell me something. Will they continue their story? Only time will tell.

Stay tuned. Same bat time, same bat channel. *chuckle*

an active host has been found for our firefly/serenity room. When she returns from vacation in a couple weeks, she will take over the daily play there ( Read more... )

We'd like to welcome back to public status our Serenity/FireFly room: Currently I am acting hostess. My characters are the ones I played before, Inara, Captain Bethlehem Mourningstar and Lizbeth Roman. Canons are currently on hold until we can set up a system for aquiring them.

Take my love, take my land ( Read more... )

Oddly, it was not the sound of his voice that brought her up short, but the scent of his cigarette. It hit her like a mack truck going 90 down an interstate. An odd blend of different tobaccos made especially for him. Like wood smoke on a crisp autumn night; The aroma tweaked her primordial memories hard enough to almost make her cry out in pain. ( Read more... )

[10:40] MinorMagicProd: Mmmmm.... Inara ( Read more... )