Apologizes for not posting for awhile, but I fell off the page due to having the flu for the past three weeks and I just did not have the energy or brain power to think straight or be creative.

I kept meaning to post here but it just kept slipping away.

Hope everyone is still around as I get back on track.

Glad you're recovered! No worries. I love the story and I'll be around no matter how long it takes. :) I'm super impressed with the continuity here.

Very glad you have recovered. I am certainly still here and ready to go on.

Same here! I'm glad you're on the mend.

When Marian is released she'll head with Rosabelle to try to help the others with the gun, but I don't want to officially post that until she's actually released. Just don't want you thinking I'm not here :)

I shall be away from late tomorrow Aug.3 to some time Aug.9 at the SCA Pennsic War. Internet is supposedly available,but I may not have much time for it.

Sorry it took me so long to post. I didn't realize that we had arrived until I went back and re-read things. Hopefully I didn't overlook anything. I've been really distracted lately with cat health drama. I thought we were going to have to put her down over the weekend but she seems to be hanging on for now. I might have a few more months with her at least ;)

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 399):

I'm so sorry to hear that! It's terrible when something is wrong with our pets.

I replied as well. I'm hoping I remembered Marian's attire correctly, that she is in trousers or at least not full skirts. If I'm wrong, I can edit my post.

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 399):

Very sorry to hear of the cat health drama, and glad she is lasting at least a little longer.

In reply to Rosabelle Descant Tinker-Plumist (msg # 400):



As they watch, a shadow separates from the dirigible, close to the window where Rosabelle can see her clockwork.  As the shadow approaches and grows larger, a sound is heard; a sound very much like...someone screaming...

"Lord Jesus Christ Save Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e. . ."

!!WHOMP!!

In a small explosion of dust, a man lands face down in the turf at your feet.  After just a moment, he raises his bruised and battered face to you the three of you a bloody, gap-toothed smile...

It's Dash.

"G'mernin, Ladies! Gimme m'nute, ah'll be ri'at'cher servish. Juss needa lil nap..."

And he drops his face back into the dirt.

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Actually, I'm hoping this isn't what happens ^_^

We've lost our two cats... one last year on the 4th of July and one the year before. Both were old.

Miss Kitty, the first one to go, started escaping outside. We thought she was looking for some place to die, but she always came back... probably cause this was where the food was. She was acting weak and lethargic. And then one day, when we woke up, we found her dead in the foyer.

Ralphie was also acting strange when his time was due. He kept jumping up into the washer even though he was also getting weak and lethargic. Then we found him dead in the litter box.

But we got a new kittie! December 7th. We found him in the middle of the street at a busy intersection. He was only 7 weeks old at the time, and was dodging traffic. Not sure he would have lasted very long if we hadn't rescued him. He's a butterscotch mackerel tabby. We named him Dodger.

He's a holy terror still--claws and bites hands, arms and ankles a lot! We got a harness for him the other day, and took him out on his leash for the first time today. It's because when we took the dog out, he'd sit on screened-in porch and meow--'I want to go, too!' He didn't like being left out.

So, Marian, I certainly sympathize with your cat health problems. Enjoy her as long as you can.

Sorry to hear of everyone's cat sadnesses. We're lucky because our current two are still circa 8 years old, so we've got a while before we have to deal with the inevitable.

My family lost 3 cats and gained three cats this spring, a very traumatic experience. However, our new cats are much younger so, as you say, hopefully we have a long time before the new ones must go. At this point we only have one older cat (going on 15 years) and four younger ones.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:57, Sat 25 Aug 2018.

Wow, I didn't realize I hadn't responded to all these yet! My apologies! The last few weeks have been really something else. So basically my old kitty Misha has kidney failure. We have her on potassium supplements and iv fluids that we have to give her twice a week (gives me the heebie jeebies sticking that massive needle in her) but she's doing well and is even really mobile thanks to this huge ugly ramp we have that enables her to get around. She seems happy but they said when she goes it will probably be fast so I'm trying to brace myself.

I'm so sorry to hear about all the other kitties everyone has lost! It sucks right? Especially when they are like part of your family, so thanks so much for everyone's understanding! And GM, I think Dodger is the most brilliant name you could think of for your new cat!

So, now that the cat situation is starting to normalize finally, unfortunately my 7 year old nephew was just diagnosed with type 1 diabetes so that's been really crappy too. It's my twin's boy, so it hits even closer to home for me since I'm extremely close to them and she and her husband have been complete wrecks during this. So that's what happened LAST week. I should be normalizing now though, provided nothing else horrible happens, and I'll be back to my old rate of posting I think. Geez, life am I right?

Anywho, thanks so much for everyone's patience. You guys are awesome!

In reply to Marian Holroy (msg # 406):

Glad things are normalizing for you! Hope your nephew does well.

Extremely sorry about your nephew. I hope now his condition has been diagnosed it can be controlled effectively.

Thanks guys! I'm sure after the transition of all this massive change, everyone will be able to handle it better. It's still way better than cancer or all the other things that children can be afflicted with, so that's something! I'm sure in a couple months they'll have a routine down and that always helps.

I was thinking that the poison-in-the-tooth trick was real, but only in the WW2 period, but while trying to research this online, I came across an article arguing that there never was a poison hidden in a tooth, though there were poison pills briefly concealed in peoples' mouths and bitten to release the poison. https://www.atlasobscura.com/a...de-tooth-is-not-real

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 410):

True, but other Vril agents have appeared to kill themselves in that manner.  Maybe, as you say, they just had a capsule hidden in their cheek, or they do have some kind of orthodontic appliance they can trigger to dose them with poison, I dunno.  But Vril prisoners in the past have suddenly bitten down on pills and had their brains erased.  Dash is just assuming it's hidden in a tooth.

Whatever the case, if his mouth is full of hanky he can't make a lot of noise until we've got him somewhere secure. ;)

And hopefully he cannot bite on or swallow a poison pill, wherever it might be concealed in his mouth.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:43, Fri 28 Sept 2018.

I will be away from early Friday morning (9/28) to late Sunday afternoon (9/30). I probably will not post again till Sunday evening, though there is a chance the places I am staying will have Internet access.

I'm traveling for work and won't be back until Saturday 10/13, but if I can sign on I'll try to do so.

In reply to Bellgrove G. B. Wander (msg # 415):

I hope the travels go well. We will be glad to see a post if you have time for one.

In reply to Grimsby Baskerville (msg # 416):



Hey, that's cool.  Pay attention to what's hot, now--'cuz it's damn sure at some point it'll go cold ^_^

I just hope, for your sake, it's not something to do with Reptiles...reptiles are crazy.  I know. ^_~