Vx. Princess Grace @BestGirlGrace@social.illegalpornography.com

Skunk Grace: live yeehaw demonstration

The Lady: does not know how to use a computer, entirely accidental, but it was necessary to advance the plot. We, the audience, never see what it is.

Solitaire: "accidental", it's actually a video of her rubbing her werewolf gf's belly, but it has some unmistakable horny undertones

what kind of pornography would your [oc/sona/tabletop character/etc] show the italian senate and how deliberate would it be

i mean, i'd like to think it'd be funny to continue showing the pornography to the italian senate, too, but if you asked me to pick the course of action that minimized the chance of me getting fired or going to italian jail or whatever

i like to think that if i realized I was accidentally showing pornography to the italian senate, i would at least close the tab instead of just putting it in the background and letting the audio continue

*they did surgery on a grape voice* they did a sonic fangame in a port of the doom engine

learning about sonic robo blast 2

hey, @lunalapin @rezzish , are you gonna talk about Snolf on your podcast https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWGQTghURh4

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You love to see it

forced futch

did it work

scarcity

might try living in a post-scarcity society. lemme try something

okay, i really have to go to bed now, but please enjoy my yu-gi-oh crossover fanfic

They balk at first, but, one by one, they drop. The Widow's proxy votes aye first, in the middle of a discussion on the system of stomp codes that would instruct the engineer to adjust the speed of the train.

She gets to the door first, of course. Fast enough to slam a gloved palm against it and dispense withering glares without interrupting her findings on where new track is to be laid.

"Of course, if the motion should pass, I'd have no recourse but to cease my argument."

She continues with the energy of someone who fears her ideas will vanish if she doesn't get them all out of her head in time. The Board Secretary barely manages to keep up. She produces a prototype of the magnetic boots the contestants will need and outlines a system for laying bets and comparing hands at speed. People start to leave once she produces an "Honour Disk" made of a broken dinner plate and a series of clothespins.

The Lady calls a meeting of the Great Hellbound Railway board. She rushes in ten minutes late. Her clothes are uncharacteristically disheveled. You'd think she'd slept in them, but the bags under her eyes make it clear no sleeping was involved. Even her warm autumn hair puffs and frizzles more than usual. Two exhausted assistants ready the easel for her one and only visual aid and two more pass out hand-scrawled notes in the Lady's signature ink.

She captures everyone's attention by slamming a clawed glove against the crude drawing. "The Marvellous On Locomotives."

...okay, but [xxxx] is a fun name

pronounced like a short burst of radio static

still gotta name [xxxx], but that'll come with time. this might be a related gender to 𝛘, but not the same

call sign: Sandwitch