After being at GarouMUSH for a little over a year now, there are some things that I figured, I just have to know what they mean. So, as my little list of slang and jokes gets longer, you'll just find out how long I can stay on there without going completely bonkers. Also included at the bottom are OOC lounge descriptions. It just randomly popped in my head how I liked the lounge descs, so I tacked it on here without any particular reason.
Special thanks to contributors, especially Rorschach, Lenny, Layne and Banecruncher for their efforts to work their brains around 1 AM PT. If you think you have an entry to add, drop me a +mail or just find me (Yi) on the MUSH. :)
The SLANG
blue and square (n) : 'Sleep is blue and square.' -- Yi's online sis, Meia. Becoming quite the popular phrase. Ex: To cultivate the blue and square.
fwin (v) : Allie/Yi in-joke. To fwing/send off. Also (n) Something to bludgeon people with.
hump day (n) : As bad as it sounds, no it does not mean that. Hump day is Wednesday, the middle of the week.
aggle (v) : The action performed when one is shaken vigorously by another player.
Example: Seirian shakes Yi. | Yi aggles.
foo (n): stuff, things, business. Also used as a suffix to a particular topic.
Example: Sewerfoo. Meaning - Sewer stuff. Business regarding sewers.
pooftah (n): Australian for gay. (Also: Poof (n))
yurt (n): An overblown Dogloo for twolegs (humans). ;) See: www.shelter-systems.com
buttload (n): An indeterminate unit of measure, somewhate larger than a google, but smaller than a sagan.
chuff (n): An all purpose lupus noise, usually sounding much like a soft expelling of air through the muzzle, accompanied with a little bit of vocal modification. Usually used as a greeting, or attention getter. Can also be used in giving approval. Also (v): to chuff.
Other MUSHers offer their explanations -
Rorschach | chuff (v): to make a small lupus noise. (n): a small lupus noise.
Lenny says "A chuff is sort of an all purpose lupus noise."
Layne says "Like a whuffle."
Lenny chuffs to get Yi's attention, and tells her, It's somewhat like a whurf.
Also: whuff.
whuff (n) : Similar to chuff, a whuff is usually implying a louder noise made by a lupus or other wolf-like creature. Similar to a bark, but softer in sound. It can be noted as the general form of lupus 'speech' or vocalization. Also (v) : to whuff.
Example: Pees-on-Trees whuffs at Sniffs-Under-Skirts, You deserved that kick in the nose.
Sniffs-Under-Skirts growls and paws at his muzzle.
whuffle (n) : Another lupus sound, this is like a series of whuffs linked together in a continuous stream. Think, lupine laughter. Also can be noted as a sound of pleasure, or approval. Also (v) : to whuffle.
fuzzle (v): to fondly rub your hand on someone's back or hair. Tussle. Short form - to fuzz.
scritch (v): to gently scratch at an area upon the object being scritched. Pet owners (particularly of cats and dogs) know this action well. Example: Yi scritches Lenny. (n) The act of scritching.
whinging (v): incessant and annoying whining.
CHARACH! (n) : Exclaimed as something similar to PERVERT! or if you are familiar with Japanese Animation, HENTAI! Charach is used in referring to a Garou who mates, attempts to mate, or implies mating, with another Garou. Also (v) : Best explained by context. Example: Lucca happily charachs with Yi.
ffear (v): to fear greatly of some horrible, inconceivable, unbelievable, you-get-the-point act, thing or person. Actual connotations depend on context, which can be sarcastic (slight or heavy), ironic, joking, and other mild moods you'll have to glean from the topic. (Double 'f' started by Dillan.)
whuggle (v) : to engage in an embrace that is like a mix of hug and snuggle.
bamf (v): to disappear ala Nightcrawler | to go to bed. Yes, even MUSHers sleep.
[Nightcrawler being a blue and furry (and cool!) mutant from X-Men, it's the sound he makes when he teleports out.] Also - Banecruncher says "Kitty's fairy tale. Uncanny X-Men #153."
rarr (v): to roar. Depending on context, this can be friendly, soft spoken, and in all essence a greeting.
Also - An exclaimation. Example: RAAAAAARR!!!!
graagh (v) : This is more of an exclaimation of frustration and/or stress.
Also - Maybe it originated from this application: Graaagh!
squick (v) : To be completely disgusted.
Kaz says "Literally: The noise a skull makes when you fuck it. Figuratively: Something that grosses you out on a visceral level, that you just can't cope with."
The IN jokes.
THE CLAW! : See Anya Pulchenko
The OOC Zone (Various forms of the Lounge)
All rooms are intended as a place for OOC and other meta-conversation about the game and as a place for new characters to be introduced to it; if you're not feeling hospitable toward new players or guests, it's suggested that you not hang out here, as they're likely to pop up at random. To get back to the IC part of the game, type '+ic'.
The Original OOC Lounge desc (As provided by Sepdet)
This is a comfortable room, with couches and brightly-colored pillows scattered about. For the four-legged visitors, there are a variety of round doggy-beds and rugs, though careful examination reveals a plethora of short hairs clinging to the pillows. A plate of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies, a tall pitcher of OJ, and a collection of tall glasses sit on the table, compliments of the establishment. High atop a bookshelf, a red tabby cat supervises the conversation with gleaming gold eyes.
OOC Lounge and Xena's Personal Hell
From the moment you walk in, there's too much noise, too little room, and the temperature is well below human standards. Still, there are people. The first thing to assault your senses is that obnoxious 'Singing Travis the Trout'. If you hear 'Rock the Boat' one more time.... Oh, and then there's the Dancing Santa. Jingle Bell Rock, your ass. And then there are the 115 varieties of lamps, all of which the customers are /insistent/ they need that very one, right this moment, and are horrified that its not in a box and already in their car, for their 'convenience'. Then there are the hurry-up customers. The 'I'm late for work' customers'. The 'I saw it three weeks ago' customers. All actively trying to destroy what few nerves you have left. Oh, and the 200+ boxes that an impudent delivery driver is dropping in the stock room, breaking more than half, and not caring. Welcome to the Briar Patch, and how are /you/ doing today?
OOC Lounge and Election Polls
Please show your voter registration card. No need for photo ID; we trust you. After all, you wouldn't lie to us, would you? Stand in this line. No, not the one next to the one you've been standing in for the last thirty minutes. The one across the hall. Wait. Okay, now sign this book, and here's your ballot. Guard it with your life, but if you bleed on it, we won't replace it. Now go over to that line. Yes, the one next to the first one you stood in. Wait. Shuffle. Now sign right here, please. Thank you. Now stand in line for a booth, over there. No, not that booth; we're keeping the lines as even as possible, so stand over in this line. What's that? No, we don't have any snacks for people in line. That's your own fault for not realizing you'd be standing in line for four hours. You can get a snack, but we can't let you have your place back in this line. Close the curtains behind you. See the little blinky buttons? You have to press one of the voting buttons underneath each blinky button. The entangling lines each lead from a name to one of the buttons, so you need to push the button beside the line leading to the name you're wanting to vote for. Good luck!
OOC Lounge and Garou Thanksgiving
You're in the great room of a large house deep in the woods. Two fireplaces provide a warm and cheery atmosphere despite the below-freezing temperatures outside. Snow clings to the windowpanes but the cold never touches this place. The Children of Gaia elders are in the kitchen, making a large herb-seasoned turkey with all the trimmings while the Silver Fang matrons look on with disdain, as turkey was cooked /differently/ in /their day/ and surely this must be /some/ kind of Litany violation. The Black Furies stand well away, wanting no domestic taint to fall on them while the Shadow Lords gather to discuss all the goings-on in the family over the past year, hinting at dark secrets and hidden motives. The Fianna are spiking the eggnog and the Uktena are busy with decorations that might have some spiritual significance, but they aren't talking. Meanwhile in the den, the Glass Walkers are setting up the DVD players for the movie marathon while the Bone Gnawers and Get of Fenris fight over the remote. Football! Hockey! Football! Hockey! The Silent Striders and Stargazers watch the patterns made by the frost and divine strange prophecies from them. Outside, the little metis kids try to huddle out of the wind, hoping for some scraps to come their way once the feasting is done. The Red Talons eye the house from the darkness of the surrounding wood, waiting.
OOC Lounge and Yggdrasil
You're on a tremendous branch, easily as wide as a superhighway, and you realize that it is merely the tip-end of vastly larger growth. Above and beneath stretches mighty Yggdrasil, the World Ash, the great tree that supports and contains all of reality. Huge stairways and ramps have been carved into the light wood and souls walk up and down in continuous ranks. Vast multicolored lights have been strung on the tree, winking and blinking like stars in the firmament; candy canes the size of redwoods are hung on the branches, alternating with great red bows. A vast garland of mistletoe girdles the tree (Baldur! Don't touch that!) and a multitude of presents are scattered around the roots, guarded from peeking gods by the fearsome Norns seated by the Well of Urd. Nine great globes of glass hang on the tree itself, pulsing with light and life or darkness and cold despair: Asgard, Alfheim, Vanaheim, Niflheim, Midgard, Muspelheim, Jotunheim, Svartalfheim, and Hel.
Great Hall of Winterfell and OOC Lounge
It is the great feast hall of Lord Stark in Winterfell. Capable of seating 500 men, knights, squires, lords, ladies, servers, dogs and the occasional direwolf, this enormous room is hung with battle trophies and the banners of those loyal to the Starks. A huge roast boar, skin crackling and swimming in its own juices, dominates the main table. Servers bring the guests choice meats and viands from all over the northlands; fish and fowl, good pig and roast aurochs. Bean dip is served off to the side in small silver dishes. Summerwine from Highgarden flows freely and a good time is being had by all. And if the Lord's face is a bit grim, or his lady wife a bit quiet, it is because they know what all Starks do: Winter is Coming.
OOC Lounge and Gnawer Truckstop
"Cheap Fo d" reads the sputtering neon sign outside, and it's true. Inside you can get the All-American Fried Breakfast for 4 bucks and change; a huge mound of country ham, bacon, sausage, eggs and chitlins served up hot in a sizzling skillet. Uncle Pedro's 'Fire In The Hole' Home-Made Chili Sauce is extra, but the bean dip is free on the counter, along with some boiled peanuts and stale chips.
Behind the counter is Ernie Tubbs, deed-named Macon Bacon, a down-home Gnawer that's been serving the truckers of the southeast for nigh on thirty years now. Macon knows the score and where the bodies are buried (he put most of them there himself), and he don't talk to nobody 'cept the good ol' boys what earn an honest buck haulin' grub across this great land of ours.
OOC Lounge and Great Goat Temple
The guests and players are in a line that stretches to the horizon and beyond, eagerly waiting for their chance to view the greatness that is Goat. Yes, Goat, the peerless and valiant defender of Gaia, the great incarnated Totem. The shrine is of the purest snow-white marble, and stretches hundreds of feet to either side of this central rotunda. Here, in the center, is the Holy of Holies; the great hundred-foot-high statue of Goat. Silently, reverently, the crowd passes slowly by the massive marble statue, giving thanks to the noble animal. White-robed priests slowly move among the faithful, distributing small samples of cheese and milk to the thirsty pilgrims, some of whom have been waiting for days with no sleep. Occasionally the silence of the shrine is broken as an adherent suddenly falls to the ground in a fit of ecstacy, baaahing repeatedly until he is led away, further into the recesses of the shrine. You never see those people again. Golden tables dot the rotunda, filled with heaping mounds of jewels, rare spices and beandip, offerings to the holy holy Goat.
OOC Lounge and Copacabana Club
It's the Copa... Copacabana, the hottest spot north of Havana! Bright lights, saucy Salsa music and a never-ending river of drinks from the talented hands of Tony the bartender ensure that this will be a night to remember. The players and guests are seated at small tables surrounding the stage and dance floor, exotic drinks on small napkins set before them. Beautiful waitresses dressed in satin and sequins mingle among the crowd making sure the drinks are fresh and the beandip is plentiful, while the smart set are out on the dance floor, shakin' it to a Cuban beat. All eyes in the room, though, eventually go to the stage where Lola, feathers in her hair, belts out tunes that make you laugh or make you cry. Over by the door, new guy Rico watches her with a proprietary interest, diamond stickpin glinting in the swirling lights.