[s]Goal: 100,000 New Goal: 200,000[/s] New Goal: 250.000

[Niniel]

Smiley, Des - should I start worrying about you?

[hazelkrs1]

Start? It might have been a good idea to start worrying about me when I first joined the BT. Now you should start worrying about your own safety, since I'm dancing dubstep in your vicinity.

[Niniel]

*hides behind a rock but hears music and can´t help but starting to dance*

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

*doesn't dance or stand too close to people who do*

 

david letterman said that. well, it's paraphrased. but he meant it.

[Turin Turambar]

*Sets up spikes to keep from being stepped on by dancers*

 

That's not "techno" is it? I must weave gateway to escape. Crud I can't yet.(PG-13 dancing)

[hazelkrs1]

Dubstep aint exactly techno, although they're somewhat related. Slower beat than techno, and more bizarre combination of sounds and rhythms. Imagine reggae and house music having a love child immediately after both have had extreme brain trauma. But you know, good.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

*steps behind Turin's spikes* pardon me, i have a fear.

[hazelkrs1]

You mean you don't want to dance Cindy?

 

*continues gyrating and flailing my arms in wild chaotic motions*

 

C'mon it's easy, I'll lead.

[Turin Turambar]

there is room for you, Cindy. Did you bring any Brownies?

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

the gyrating looks like fun, but the arm flailing looks dangerous...

 

could we settle out of court with hip grinding and feel copping, like we used to do in the olden days?

 

maybe i do need some brownies... maybe i need distilled brownies...

[Turin Turambar]

What's in a distilled Brownie? How about chocolate syrup, Rum and a dash of vanilla?

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

it wsa the taint that needed distilling. don't know what the kids are making it from nowadays.

[hazelkrs1]

What if we put on something a little easier to dance to Cindy?

 

*Puts on some ballroom music, a gentle waltz, then walks over to Cindy and bows in a very dapper, gentlemanly sort of way, extending his hand towards her soft delicate hand which is already starting to raise on it's own*

 

May I?

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

.... you have to lead, i don't know the steps.

[hazelkrs1]

Have no fear, my darling kitty, I shall do all the work

 

*begins dancing the waltz with Cindy in tow, twirling her about the majestic ballroom*

 

*surreptitiously weaves multiple threads of spirit and sends them into Cindy's head, filling her mind with a sudden feeling of passion and excitement*

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

mmmmmmmmm..... so when will you be a full Asha'man with authoritah?

 

*suddenly forgets why she cares....*

[hazelkrs1]

I don't know I need more points!!!!

 

Oh well, no rush. For now just let the music wash over you...

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

you look like an ashaman to me... everything looks shiny. mmmmmmusic. evil, evil mmmmmmusic.

[Locke]

Asha'man are Asha'man. [/nugget of wisdom of the day]

 

Except that I lied. They're not.

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

i can pretend

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

... wtf? wow, that wore off fast.

 

please excuse my bad behavior, Locke. it shames me, and is pointless.

[Niniel]

Asha'man are Asha'man. [/nugget of wisdom of the day]

 

Except that I lied. They're not.

 

^^ Win

 

5 points.

[Leelou]

I hate labeling envelopes. Too time consuming. :(

[Leyrann]

Evil music, Cindy?

 

*changes music to Death Metal*

 

[Mrs. Cindy Gill]

that's much better. all desire to do bad things is banished. thanks.