Reality blurs between ephemeral paradigms as Mysrai emerges from thin air.

Mysrai looks at you hopefully.

"Eep!", you scream in fright.

You say, "I um! Was asleep!"

You flail about helplessly.

You say, "I'm awake! Don't kill me!"

You say to Mysrai, "Greetings Lord-and-Lady Mysrai."

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "We would not kill you, Shulamit Lunarose."

You perform a graceful curtsey.

look mysrai
She is a radiant immortal and has taken the form of a slender young girl with a
solemn, blank expression on Her narrow face. Dirt is smudged across Her cheek
and neck: scratched sigils crackling with copper-hued energies adorn Her arms
beneath twisting skeins of beads. The twisting of reality manifests beneath Her
bare, sand-covered toes, and whirls across the massive, tangled masses of black
tresses surrounding Her bony shoulders. A multitude of ivory poppies unfold
amidst the tumbleweed of Her ebon hair, shedding a shower of petals about Her as
She goes. Though Her form is slight, Her eyes are cold, fathomless pits of black
in which starfields shift through inexorable, unfathomable patterns. She is
wearing a rough-woven, knee-length tunic, and a quivering circlet of ghostly
poppies.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "We have a thing to ask of you."

You say, "Oh meep."

You have emoted: Shulamit pales slightly, looking worried.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "We have been contemplating the shifting
paradigms, Shulamit Lunarose."

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "The veils that murmur between them and the
strange permutations thereof."

You say, "That sounds....complicated? Maybe introverted. Cool though."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

You say, "Oh oh!"

emote begins to rummage through her napsack, pulling out some sketches
You have emoted: Shulamit begins to rummage through her napsack, pulling out
some sketches.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "We saw a thing between them that reminded
Us of a thing Our brother used to make for Us."

Hopefully, you say, "Oh? A pretty thing?"

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "We would like one of these things again,
Shulamit Lunarose."

Mysrai nods solemnly to you.

You say, "Squee!"

You say, "I mean. Uhm."

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "We would like a cupcake."

Mysrai ponders the situation.

Opening your mouth wide, you gape in wonder.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "Several cupcakes. Cupcakes that do not
exist but must be dreamed into being."

You have emoted: Shulamit coughs, glowing a soft blue hue.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "A single cupcake is akin to a single
paradigm."

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "We would prefer multiple paradigms. And
multiple cupcakes."

You say, "With multiple designs, there would be a shifting change...I could
stack one here, or one here, and it would change..."

"Oooooooooh!" you say, eyes wide with wonder.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "To remind Us of Our brother."

You have emoted: Shulamit ponders several sketches before pulling out more
sheets of paper.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "Will you make Us a cupcake, Shulamit
Lunarose?"

You say, "I can make shiny things!"

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "We would like a shiny cupcake."

Mysrai ponders the situation.

You say, "I will! Should it look like anything in particular? Or...just shiny?"

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "We would like SEVERAL shiny cupcakes, all
different."

You nod solemnly.

You say, "Doable, yup yup."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

You ponder the situation.

Going through sheets of paper, you say, "I suppose Cartel ISCC can hold
designs...uhm, unless You have a cartel you want me to give shiny things to?"

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "We still hold your grimoire and are
pleased with it."

You say, "Squee!"

You have emoted: Shulamit squeels slightly glowing a bright red, beforing
coughing and trying to calm down.

Mysrai, the Urchin in Ivory intones, "Merely bring Us the cupcake when it is
complete. We trust your skills, Shulamit Lunarose."

You say, "Squee!"

Mysrai nods solemnly.

You say, "I mean, a pleasure talking with You."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Reality solidifies, mending itself into a single paradigm as Mysrai departs.

- Squee! Must design many shiny cupcakes!

Jealous.

I love my Mysrai. I just need to play my Gaudi more!

Dammit, I started to squee along near the end. Nice log!

I kept on imagining someone saying "I would like a cupcake." in a very serious voice.


Mysrai seems so...poised. I have never heard of her/him becoming angry/happy/sad...

I haven't seen Them mad either. I was daydreaming though, so I'm always nervous I'm going to get zapped when daydreaming for daydreaming, hence the Don't hill me, don't kill me! I doubted Lord-and-Lady Mysrai would, since They liked the grimoire, but hey....Shulamit is nervousy.

Now for Lady Kalikai to show up and demand some poor Gaudi brewmeister to make Her a batch of firemead.

I recieved the exact same request (in almost the exact same words). We shall see who's cupcake proves victorious!

Gasp! A competition! Meep! Oh dear...I do so badly at that.

Wait, you glowed red? Red is anger. O.o

Eh, not anger, it was more meant to be surprise for me, or shock. I guess pink would have been better, heh. I was nervous when I was typing!

A finished cup cake gets given to Lord-and-Lady Mysrai.

You say, "Greetings and salutations. I have one cup cake design so far that's
been accepted. I'm working on more, but, I haven't finished them yet."

You curtsey respectfully before the master shrine of Mysrai.

You drop a dark red rose petal cup cake.

A bell-like, echoing voice intones, "Greetings, Shulamit Lunarose."

You say, "Gleep."

You say, "Greetings, Lady-and-Lord Mysrai."

You perform a graceful curtsey.

You say, "I promise I've calmed down some. I've been design more. More cup
cakes."

An echoing, bell-like voice intones, "It is well. Be at peace."

Glowing softly, you say, "Next design is a rum and honey cup cake, I think it
might be squishy though."

A gentle hand touches your forehead, and the sense of shifting veils surrounds
you, whispering soothingly of sopoforic opiates.

You take a deep breath and allow your mind to calm, and your crystalline body
begins to shift in colour.

An echoing, bell-like voice intones, "It seems a delicious paradigm."

You say, "It should be, if I can figure out how to keep it from being too sticky
of one."

You say, "I think. I should get back to designing. Unless You needed more of,
Lord-and-Lady?"

You murmur softly to yourself.

An echoing, bell-like voice intones, "We have faith in your abilities, Shulamit
Lunarose."

The veils above stir with faint, echoing laughter, resin-scented pollen drifting
down in veils of golden hue.

You take a deep breath and allow your mind to calm, and your crystalline body
begins to shift in colour.

An echoing, bell-like voice intones, "Go with Our blessings."

You say, "Thank you. It's nice to hear that. It is nice."

Mysrai, Thousandfold has bestowed His divine truefavour upon you. It will last
for 3 months.

You say, "Meep."

You say, "It. Thank You, thank You...meep."

A faint sense of approval seems to invade your thoughts. A cool hand brushes
your forehead, and the impression of something turning their attentions away
reaches you.

You perform a graceful curtsey.

To herself, you say, "Cherry cup cakes seem like a good idea too. Tart.."

Cleaned up stuff, and the death. Death isn't tasty. I had been going to give him a cup cake too, when I saw him. Now I have extra cup cakes.

I love me some Shulamit and Shulamit designs

My cupcake has been held up by the Charities. Apparently "urchine" "urchinesque" and "urchinoid" are all non-words. Fie! Fie on them I say!