Tol-in-Gaurhoth LXIII: The Cottage of Lost Play

[Shastanis Althreduin]

Excuse me? "Haven't made an effort"? I believe I laid out a pretty clear suspicion of Inzil yesterday (which I plan to expound on - why continue to dispute what I said when it's easy enough for anyone to go back and check?)

Maybe you should look at our dear departed hostess's secondary aim.

[Shastanis Althreduin]

Annoyed (and still rubbing sleep out of his eyes), Shasta glares at Nogrod for a moment before turning on his heel and stalking into the kitchen for a pick-me-up of the caffeinated variety.

[Pitchwife]

PS to my last: Add that Rikae, Nerwen and (I just noticed) Shasta himself hadn't voted yet, so the outcome was still pretty much uncertain.

Shasta, I've no problem with you acting...er... let's say, according to the circumstances of our situation - we all did the same to some degree - , but I at least was left with the impression that you did little else. True, you poked at Inzil for twisting your words - and I've already said I think you justified in this - , but that is not quite what I would call voicing a pretty clear suspicion. If you're going to expound, I'm all ears. I'd also very much like to know why you didn't vote.
And you're cordially invited to look at me as hard as you like.

For now, excuse me, everybody, I haven't had breakfast yet; and I'm tired of sleeping on a couch, so I'd better spend some hours getting some order into my room and clearing enough space to assemble the bed. See you all in the evening!

[Nogrod]

Originally Posted by Shastanis Althreduin

Excuse me? "Haven't made an effort"? I believe I laid out a pretty clear suspicion of Inzil yesterday (which I plan to expound on - why continue to dispute what I said when it's easy enough for anyone to go back and check?)

"Maybe just because of this..." Nogrod said and stood up from his chair and followed Shasta to the kitchen.

"Now hark your own words and what were they a response into":

Originally Posted by Shasta

I came back in time to hear this statement. Inzil, I find this rather... strange. I rather clearly stated that I went upstairs to see if I could find any evidence on bedroom doors - scratches, hairs, and the like - that would point to the wolves having had to get out of their rooms to attack our hostess, so either you misheard, or you're deliberately twisting what I said.

Nogrod looked at Shasta quizzically. "So "laying out a clear suspicion" you call that? "An effort" you call that?" Nogrod was shaking his head.

"I think we speak a different language my friend but I just don't buy what you say. And before you claim you have said more than that let me recite all you have sais thus far (that one not included) before you started bringing this latest issue of going after those who don't trust you:

Originally Posted by #15

I feel bad for her, but... to be quite honest, she brought this end upon herself. Yes, she apparently created this... Land of Tolkien, for lack of a better, term, and yes, she was kind enough to invite us all here... but she did turn three of us into slavering beasts and she did trap us here with them, all on the pretext of some "quest". Am I going to be glad it was her and not me? You bet.

Thank you for volunteering to clean this up, ladies. Some of the men want to volunteer for gravedigger detail? No, wait - we can't get out of this house, can we? I don't suppose there's a cellar or something... I'd volunteer myself, but... I have an idea...

-vanishes upstairs-

Originally Posted by #29

-comes back down the stairs dejectedly-

Well... I had hoped that perhaps the werewolves had been caught in transformiata in their bedrooms, with the doors shut... and since presumably werewolves have claws, not hands, I figured it would be rather hard to open said doors... but no dice. I didn't find any evidence of forced exit on the bedroom doors.

Originally Posted by #34

Please, no. Dining rooms make for stilted conversation and they tend to be quite uncomfortable otherwise. May I suggest the parlor?

-suits actions to words, striding into the parlor and poking up the fire to drive off an unnatural chill-

"An effort? A contribution to save our lives? A helping hand to us? Well, that's a lot of help, thank you sir!"

Originally Posted by Shasta

Maybe you should look at our dear departed hostess's secondary aim.

I can't see it anywhere but I remember what was told to us. But if you remember it as well, then you should see it for yourself. There are primary goals and secondary goals my friend. And primaries are primaries. And don't say I'm not working with the secondaries as well..."

With that Nogrod spat on the floor and elbowed Shasta from the fridge finally picking the Pinot Noir out from there. "Sorry mate", he murmured and went to search for the corkscrew.

"And really Shasta, I'm not liking this row at all. You're digging our mutual grave here if you're an innocent. Just concentrate, be serious, try to think and act - and be creative as well. But do contribute more than you have done, please. Try at least. That one speech about Inzil is not worth the cork I have just pulled out from this bottle. Give us something real to chew!"

Nogrood looked at Shasta for a moment - and the cup he had in hand.

"Really mate, you should drink the real stuff one day... freshly grounded dark capuccino, Café Parisien, something real..."

[Nogrod]

"'nuff said... bring that kettle on would you?" Nogrod said to Shasta now in a more comforting way and went to the mortar picking the package of dark coffee beans with him.

"You'd like a good Java? I'll grind that in a minute."