Dreaming in the Real

Game Log: 9.12.99
GM: Cort Odekirk

"I might as well be Grotto the Dog at this point."

-Andy

Jeremy Z. (while weilding a knife): I'm ready to deal with Dalen.
Cort: You'll need a bigger knife.

"Okay, your three meals arrive and they've all been replaced with large salads."

-Cort, about Aaron's breakfast

"That's right, she has all the intelligence of an Amberite, and she really has nothing better to do."

-Cort, about Flora

"Not only her teeth, but her breasts have been recently tuned."

-Katherine, about Klissera

Aaron (regarding Klissera): I look at her, look down at her basket...
Jeremy Z. (in a deep voice): Give in to the dark side.

"Breast related sound effects!"

-Cort

Andy: Mental note: From no on, trust fools.
Jeremy Z.: Oh, that reminds me, I need to see Aaron later.

Aaron: She's as blank as a washboard at this point.
Jeremy Z.: But not built like one!

"I hear the scream of a tavern girl!"

-Jeremy F., regarding Dalen

"Her spit actually cleans things."

-Cort, regarding Flora

"You see the force that is Flora..."

-Cort

Katherine: She'll be keeping her eye open for--
Jeremy F.: Maladin?
Katherine: No, you'll get yours soon.

"I'm just a simple tavern wench! I don't know nothing about birthing no Patterns!"

-Katherine

Maladin: Ah, Dalen.
Dalen (sharply): That's "Lady Dalen" to you.
Maladin: I'm sorry, Lady Dalen. (suggestively) It must have been a long night.
Katherine prevents a spit take, only to drool on herself.
Jeremy Z. proceeds to laugh so hard at that he almost chokes to death on his food.

"Trump contact! It's large, and has headlights. You think it's got a Nebraska plate."

-Cort, to Jeremy F.

"I hear you 'zip-zip-zing'."

-Fiona