part 11 of the China Pearl Inn

[Tio_Narratore]

Yes, CG is out with health issues. I heard from him yesterday and I'm not sure he'll be coming back, but one can hope."

That is sad news. All we can do now is hope he'll return. The Inn wouldn't be the same without him.

 

[VampiricTouch]

Damn. That does not sound good.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Glad kindly helped me there! Here’s to hoping CG returns!”

She points to her foot with a grimace. “Past me decided to sabotage future me by leaving shoes right under the step into the garage. Tripped over that and rolled an ankle. Just sprained. Not broken but I’m grounded for a month and need to stay off it for a few days before it’s allowed to be weight bearing.”

I always said you had a well-turned ankle, VT, but I didn't mean it that way!

 

[The_gladiator]

Snorts, nice one.

 

[VampiricTouch]

“I think I waited like 4 years once for a post from dark empress, some people are worth waiting for, if the time is right we will revisit our story or write something else together.” He twines his fingers with hers for a moment. “We all write what we can, I’m glad you’ve found some muse even if it seems to be different than before. I almost laughed at the it’s not you it’s me, because it sounds like a cliche breakup line, but I do appreciate that, even if I know it isn’t me. We’ve both gone through a lot these past few years.”

He grows more contemplative, “There’s been periods CG was away for even years, but his spirit was always there, I hope if he does not return this time that we can keep this place alive, keep his memory in the space.”

I'm quite aware of writer rejection, having been on the receiving end of it many a times. I don't know about you, but I do take it personally, the idea that if I were better at ... something, things would be different. Anyways. I'm just trying to say that I don't have much story bandwidth, and it's not because of you in any way.

"Ouch! As someone who use to regularly turn her ankle, you have my sympathy, VT."

What did you to fix that? I haven't rolled my ankle in years after I found better supportive shoes. So this one came out of left field for me. Who knew the most supportive shoe doesn't save you from tripping on crap...

I always said you had a well-turned ankle, VT, but I didn't mean it that way!

Snickers. You always did have a way with words Tio!

 

[The_gladiator]

“I understand. And sometimes i take it personally too, i’m not in this case,” he smiles and kisses her cheak.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The Inn has been changed into a spooky old house. Bats dangle from the rafters, cobwebs stretch from every corner and include spiders, fake, of course. A witch's cauldron sits on the bar top with smoke pouring from it. Inside, the cauldron shimmers green as a fake fire burns under it. Candles glow from around the room and dangle from the rafters as well. The l8ights of the Inn have been darkened. Our chief cook is in the kitchen preparing food for the evening and there are strange sounds emitting from there. Scary sounds. At the other end of the bar is bowl of candy with a sign that reads: Take one. At your own risk.

The time for ghouls, spooks, witches, zombies and the like, to come calling.

Happy Halloween, Everyone!

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Today is the start of the Sacred Xocolotl Season: the first day of chocolate - the Mesoamerican elixir of the gods - given to overcome death. It lies about halfway between the Autumnal Equinox and the Winter Solstice. The Solstice, of course, is the second ritual day of chocolate, and culminates in the Yule, where the evergreen and the overnight fire counter the darkness and death of winter. Next up, halfway past the Winter Solstice, we find ourselves again giving chocolate, this time for fertility and amor to bring new life to conquer death. And then the season of Xocolotl ends on the first Sunday after the first Full Moon after the Vernal Equinox when bunnies and eggs greet the arrival of Ostre, the goddess of the dawn and of Spring.

 

[The_gladiator]

The elf revs his chainsaw in the corner, trying to look scary… “Happy halloween everyone.”

 

[monique_minx]

Happy Halloween to all of you!
It is done and dusted in Australia and I'm just left to clean up and recover

 

[The_gladiator]

The elf is reluctantly boxing up his chainsaw, reluctant he has scared no one and that no one caught the irony of a tree hugger pranking people with a chainsaw.
He wanders over to the bar, “At this rate we’ll have to decorate the place with turkeys.”

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Turkey feathers are very attractive. Particularly when they're seen on a turkey strutting around the Inn.

Care for a Redbreast, Glad?

 

[monique_minx]

I heard from CG today who is still battling health issues but I'd like to let you all know about it as I know all of Lit is thinking of him.

 

[The_gladiator]

Turkey feathers are very attractive. Particularly when they're seen on a turkey strutting around the Inn.

Care for a Redbreast, Glad?

“I do like breasts, but usually on women not turkey’s” he chuckles at his own joke.
Glad people are hearing from cg, hoping he gets well soon.”

 

[DarkWarrioress]

With the snap of her fingers all the Halloween decorations disappear. There is a soft sigh from the Ether. With a slight twitch of her nose, the Inn has been decorated for Thanksgiving.

As much as she enjoys Christmas, she refuses to pass over Thanksgiving. Besides, the end of November into December, even she will be MIA as she will hopefully be moving into her new house.

 

[The_gladiator]

“Who brought in all these turkeys.” The elf calls as he chases one around from behind the bar, it insistently gobbling at him. “Now come back here tom, you’re supposed to behave, you are dinner not the master of this inn…” finally throws up his hands and watches it waddle off, clearly the victor.

 

[Nina327]

The fire in the Inn is magically restored to full flame and warmth as a Nina stretches out in her blood red silk jammies and fuzzy socks on a couch nearby.

"It's a grumpy, cuddly, punchable day today," she grumbles, but is slightly amused by the living Thanksgiving decor. She thought it was supposed to be pictures and children's drawings of turkeys, not live ones.

"Hey Glad, is this an elf thing," she waves lazily at the feathered chaos of it all, "or a fish in a barrel type thing? We snap off a head and chuck a whole bird in the flames at snack time. Feathers and other not-eat parts are kinda messy stink when set aflame."

 

[Tio_Narratore]

And a happy Standard Time day to all those who have been Saving Daylight!

 

[Nina327]

And a happy Standard Time day to all those who have been Saving Daylight!

That crap messed with my nap this morning.


"Hello, Tio. Have we met?"

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Not that I recollect, Nina, though we've both been here quite a while. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ma'am.

 

[Nina327]

Oh good.

I hate it when I forget people, so it's wonderful to find out that I didn't!

Nice to meet you, too, darlin'.

 

[The_gladiator]

The fire in the Inn is magically restored to full flame and warmth as a Nina stretches out in her blood red silk jammies and fuzzy socks on a couch nearby.

"It's a grumpy, cuddly, punchable day today," she grumbles, but is slightly amused by the living Thanksgiving decor. She thought it was supposed to be pictures and children's drawings of turkeys, not live ones.

"Hey Glad, is this an elf thing," she waves lazily at the feathered chaos of it all, "or a fish in a barrel type thing? We snap off a head and chuck a whole bird in the flames at snack time. Feathers and other not-eat parts are kinda messy stink when set aflame."

“This is a we needed more excitement thing, and be careful what you wish for thing… plus tio said something about breasts and well… these turkeys just showed up.” He glares at Tom their leader who defiantly stays out of range. “I mean I figure we should pluck it before we cook it, I’m no chef, but I feel like that’s how it’s done.”