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Alright, it's been a hot second and nothing too wild and fucking crazy has happened around here in at least, I don't know, thirty-seven hours. So it's fucking time for another round of What the Fuck Is Up With That.

Rules again, because there's got to be some fucking rules, I guess.

Rule 1: Comment with your name or some shit below.
Rule 2: Reply to those comments with questions to that person, specifically with "what the fuck is up with that" somehow involved.
Rule 3: Reply to those questions.
Rule 4: Fucking rinse and repeat.

For example, because I'm helpful:

I put my name down there. Someone comes along and says, "Fucking hell, Ashton, you're so much cooler, stronger, and prettier than Chetney. What the fuck is up with that?" And I'd just be like, "You know what, you're damn right and you should say it."

So that's it. Ask questions, answer them, let's get to know each other. Bonus points if you're drinking as this happens, unless you're underage or some shit in which case stick to juice because I said so and I'm a real fucking good influence.

Where's Orym of the Air Ashari? He's from Emon (where's that?) and he's dwarf-height or shorter, and he kicked enough ass to be worth 10,0000 gold, apparently.

Not asking because I'm turning him in; do I care about mortal currency? I do NOT. I'm just impressed. That's a lot of theft. There are wanted posters up in the forest for him, which was new. Thought you guys should know that that's a thing now in case someone's looking for him.

Unrelated to all the crime: summer. I'm going to really hone my shirtless basking skills this year. If you need something blessed, wear shades, because the glistening is gonna be real.

[Filtered to The Mage, The Bard, The Banished, Bat-Man, The Band Geek, My Sister, and My Girlfriend's Dad*]
Guys, I think something's wrong with me. I got stung by a plant with pretty flowers that smell good and now I can't remember the right names for things. Or for people. I don't even know if this filter is going to work. Do I need to go to the magic doctor?


*if one of these labels could also apply to you, feel free to decide you can see this filter

Fight Club is always a good time and I look forward to it every month, but it's probably not too wild of me to say that last night was especially good. I'm hoping that it'll mean I get to add a few sparring partners to my list of go-tos and for future rematches to look forward to.

Also, more drinking buddies, please? Seems to come with the territory.

GILMORE

Hi, Mr. Gilmore. Would you have time this week for me to come in about having something enchanted? I know that I could just drop by the shop, but I want to respect your time and check first.

I think that when you wake up not only very foggy as to what happened the last handful of days but also in a tree in your front yard, it calls for a "pastries for breakfast" kind of morning.

At least the tree is pretty. I thought I was in Zephrah for a moment

Who pushed me into the blood pool last night? I am not mad, I swear.

Follow up: Who told the children about the blood pool?

YOUTHS FILTER [AKA AGES 16-22]

Look, I know a lot of us aren't supposed to be this age normally but we are and we're here for fuck knows how long so I think we need to have some kind of get together. A party, as it were.

Thing is, I have plenty of money for things like food and drinks and shit, but I don't really have a place. I'd say at the place I've been staying, but there's an old as all hells gnome, an anxious bard that probably needs a fucking nap, a literally tiny child, and FCG and while most of them are fine, they still kind of, you know, cramp some style.

So: party tonight, I can make sure there's drink and all that, but anyone have a suggestion on the where? Don't know how long we'll all be here so might as well fucking enjoy it while we can.

OLD AF GNOME, BLUE BARD-IN-CHARGE, & FCG

I have plans tonight.

This is me showing some fucking growth and not just disappearing so I think that means you're supposed to show you trust me by not following me around.

ｏｐｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｏｌｅｒ

helLO

Doreein said that people I know arent here but I want to make sure. Can you say if you are

Will (best friend)
mama (mama)
Derrig (Will's dad)
Nel (Will's mama)
Berenie or Lita or Maeve

thank you



Also I climbed a tree and Dorein doesn't know yet so don't tell him okay?

💐🌸🏵️🌺🌻🌹🌼🌷☘️🌱🪴

I am not from a world with things like high school and pep rallies (this is something I just learned about, in fact, and am certain I would have absolutely hated every second of it as a teen), so I didn't know what prom was until it was explained to me and hey, guess what. We're having a prom for so-called grown ups.

So: as long as we aren't displaced in time or space or fighting monsters, anyone 18+ is invited to adult prom on June 10, the theme being Under the Sea, which I was told is one of a handful of popular themes for these kinds of events. All proceeds from ticket costs will be going to the youth center, as well as any added donations and such at the event itself. The usual suspects will be there: good food, open bar, music, and other surprises.

There will be a contest for best Proprom ProposalPr Promsal Promposal to go along with this. This is another thing I had never heard of, but here we are, learning things together. If you make a bit of a fun fuss asking your date to prom with you, record it, send it to vvessar@vcyc.org, and there will be votes during the event on the best promposal. The couple/pair/duo that wins will get bragging rights and a weekend package for two at Galdin Quay.

All right, questions? I'll try to answer them or make something up. Otherwise, hope you'll be there.

( Got some more satisfying content for my tick tock. )


I gotta give some shouts out to my number sign wolfpack followers who have things like the number sign short king challenge. Getting real hard to walk into a pub with some anonymity, but every once in awhile someone shows me something they've been crafting with their own two hands and I gotta tell you, it brings a tear to this strangely ripped old man's eye.

An old man who can still kick your asses, don't you forget it.

Also, someone explain to me this online dating application thing namely how do I let the ladies (but love is love don't let anyone tell you otherwise and if they do, you tell me and I'll take 'em out at the knees with a chisel) know that the Chetney Company Inc. is open for business? That this game is ready to play? That werewolves are good all night long?

What's a thirst trap and how do I make one?

If you just saw me with arguably more bagels in my arms than one person should probably carry walking down the street, no you fucking didn't.

BELLS HELLS

There's a bunch of fucking bagels and topping shit in the kitchen so I don't want anyone whining about me leaving empty cartons around for a while but also I just spent the night at a casino and I don't want to talk about the whys or hows or what-the-fuck-Ashtons, but instead focus on that I am now in possession of a fuckton of money and tonight we're going out and we're going to get sloppy and I'm not accepting no for an answer.

Except yeah, obviously I'll accept no for an answer because I'm not a total fucking tool, except then I'll provide the counterargument that after all the weird ass stuff and shitty BS stuff that's happened the last handful of weeks, we deserve a night out using my pile of not at all ill-gotten winnings as a distraction. It's team-building shit right here, okay. Let's fucking go.

Just, you know, after I get some sleep because fuuuuck

I don't think I'll ever get used to that.

DORIAN, CHETNEY, FCG, ASHTON

You're all still here, right? Just making sure there wasn't a glitch or something before I get back to the house.

2023!DORIAN

Hey, you.

Tell me what you've done today.

After some deliberation, there will be three groups for tomorrow. There's the extraction team, led by Steve Rogers, that is heading to Demonikea to grab the weapon. The distraction team, led by Ashton and Lan Xichen, will head toward Soups and try to draw as many forces as possible there and away from Demonikea. Thanks to Noct's suggestion, there's a small scouting team called the rendezvousaction team? that will keep track of movements within the city, in case they don't take the bait. We don't want anyone cornered unexpectedly.

Assignments are posted on the notice board. If you have problems, take it up with your leads. I'm just the information messenger.

Ashton is also not allowed to name anything again. With that said, we're due for a new passphrase for the Outpost. You can leave your suggestions in the comment box by the mess hall.

What's up, assholes. Using these things so you folks in the past are up to speed on where the fuck we're at with all this stuff. I'm not apologizing for my handwriting.

So the info that our time traveling wizard duo was able to pull from 2023 (with the help of you fine nerds back there too, thank you for that) was actually good shit, because as of a bit ago we were able to use it to figure out where the weapon is at that we can use to take down Interitus once you folks in the past destroy the simulacrum. It's in the city, because of fucking course it is, hidden away.

Naturally this means we have to put a group together to extract it. We've got our secret hidey hole way into the city to get in, but we're going to need a mix of Sneaky Shits and Fighty Fucks to do it, so ivolunteerastribute.gif and all that shit below, visitors and our regular crew alike. As always, this isn't a guaranteed safety sort of situation, but we'll need to get a lay of the land ahead of time to at least mitigate. They're a bunch of dicks, though, so no doubt something will come up so know that before you step up.

More details incoming once we have a better idea as to the group we're looking at and once we've got it secure, that's one step closer to getting this asshole fucking gone.