Containment: An Original Roleplay: Network/Texts/Emails

Please tell me some of the nutjobs I know are checking out Paragon's Epoch? I went into Otherworld for the hell of it this morning, walked back out three hours later with a level 10 felid assassin under my belt. The nerd at the door suggested a wristblade/crit build, so that's what I'm going for for now.

I need a party. Or an early intervention before this turns into a serious fucking problem.

Come play with me?

Alright, weirdest damage done by the ice. GO.

Come on people, it's a slow work day. Gimme the goods. Bonus points for pictures. I will also accept stories of the weirdest places people got trapped during the worst of it.

GREEEEEEEEEEETCHYKINLOVEYPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

It isn't as though I have loads of free time, but there are lulls at the hospital which need filling. I like to read to my patients. I've found it relaxes them. However, lately I've been picking the wrong books. They're too depressing or fatalistic, nothing that someone who is already struggling enough should hear. I thought about reading Young Adult or Children's novels to them, but it strikes me as condescending. I was hoping to ask, very inarticulately, if anyone knows of any uplifting novels for adults.

It would be much easier to turn the television on for my patients, but the films are just so awful it feels cruel.

There are few things in life better than the delectably beautiful thing that can knock you flat on your ass and yet leave you begging for more. And I'm not just talkin' about me. The perfect drink in your hand can make your evening. Or day, if you like to start early. I'm not judging!

I don't care what bar you go to. I don't care if you're a boozer or a loser. Recreational, professional or in need of a serious intervention. Here's a little incentive for all you guys and gals thinking about getting out tonight.

Locate and take a picture of the most beauteous bounty of liquor you can find. One drink only. Shots, cocktails, daiquiris, I don't give a shit. I don't care who makes it, or where you got it. There are no brown-nosing bonus points for buttering me up with drinks specifically from The Dovetail. Do some hunting. Reply to this post with a picture and what the hell is in it. Points for creativity, but you have to be able to drink one without dying, and it has to be something you bought or made yourself.

Plaster the picture on this post. Contest ends tomorrow night at 10pm. If you win, you get a night at The Dovetail on me. Unless you're the identical reincarnation of Marlon Brando (before he turned to leather) that meansdrinks.

Gretchypoo? Loveykins?