Cordelia walks over to the classroom and
knocks on the door, somewhat surprised to see a big dog
sitting outside attempting to get in.
"Good
morning Professor" she says, watching him sorting
through all the papers on his desk. "I hope you didn't
mind but I had to do a bit of tidying up, someone had
been poking around in here and it would appear that a
bottle of ink was spilt over some of your notes.
"Unfortunately one document was completely
ruined, it was soaked in ink, screwed up and thrown in
the bin. I did try to retrieve it but it was
hopeless."
Thietris' nose twitched and he looked
a little concerned.
"What was it Cordelia, I hope
it was nothing important."
Cordelia shakes her
head, knowing that if she ever found out who had been in
the Professor's office she would be very angry indeed.
Cordelia Personal
Assistant to Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of
Advanced Exploration of Myst Worlds
Thietris Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
posted
Actually, what concerns me, Cordelia, is
that some of the notebooks got covered in acorn mead. At
this very moment a team of volunteers is applying a damp
sponge to try and unstick the pages. You remember that
meeting, Cordelia. I said "Take plenty of acorn mead and
pore over the notebooks." You wouldn't think they'd
misunderstand such a simple instruction. I mean - aaagh!
bleuuggghh! Down boy! Down! Good dawg!
*The old dawg plants his haunches on the
cold floor. He looks at the woman to see if she'll
scratch his ears. She isn't looking. He looks back at
the squirrel. He waits. While he waits he scratches his
own ear.*
Thietris Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
posted
He likes to have his ears scratched,
Cordelia. Go on, don't be nervous. (Fleas? No, I'm sure
Grizz would have something to deal with those. Well, I
know he has.) That's it! Well, it's nice to see
the old dawg again. I think he'd make a superb guard dog
for the Institution. What do you say,
Urudawg?
RW began to follow the ferret, a blue
bird and the scientist into the building and suddenly
paused, thinking better of it. He was still unnerved
from the...well, let's just say the introduction to Dr
Warrell was...well....certainly going to be memorable.
RW was soaking wet from the fountain. His
shoulder and neck were smarting soundly from where the
ferret had bit him, which was, he knew, his fault. Also
the ferrets reaction was entirely understandable given
that he probably appeared to be trying to drown Dr
Warrel.
At any rate, RW wasn't at all sure he was
prepared for what might be within the darkened building
they were approaching. No, at times like this, there was
only one thing to do, go fishing. During his exploration
of Eder Kemo he had noticed some fish in a small pond,
not to much unlike the large lake trout he used to fish
for in his native Montana. The problem was the pond
seemed rather small and RW was not sure it had a
sufficient fish population to tolerate any kind of
reduction in the finned aquatic community.
There
was a good deal of water on Gahreesen. Perhaps there
would be good fishing there. And besides, he didn't want
any additional reminders of why he was now soaked to the
bone as it seemed to down pour on Kemo about every five
minutes. RW made a mental note to try and locate the
individual who was selling the brollies. Gahreesen it
was then, seemed like it might offer some good camp
sites.
Of course, as usual for RW, there were
the constant questions. Lures or bait? What kind of lure
or bait? Supplies? Let's see, frying pan, corn meal,
salt, pepper, onion, butter, garlic, hmm, that ought to
do it for the fish, now what about the other meals?
Offering an apology to the others, RW excused
himself and linked back to relto, via a stop at the D'NI
Cavern Supply. He wondered, any other fishermen among
the explorers? (fisher people?, don't want to exclude
the ladies)
[This message was edited by rohnerw
on Thu April 08 2004 at 02:42 AM.]
*Dawg does not know the word insti-
instu- inshushun- that word. He cocks his head left then
right. He scratches the other ear. He looks at the lady
who is looking back at him funny. He inches toward the
squirrel.*
Thietris Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
posted
Hmmm. I think what we'll do, Urudawg, is
give you a nice big kennel in the fountain courtyard,
with a sign saying "Security" over the door. And in
exchange for your guard duties, we'll provide you with
lots of dawggie treats and juicy bones. How does that
sound?
Don't worry about it, Cordelia. He's just
being friendly. Goodness, this floor is
cold.
*Urudawg is visibly excited to have a
home and a job and bones and treats. He loves the
squirrel very much and won't disappoint
him.*
slurp, slurp
*The squirrel doesn't
seem to like that. Urudawg makes a note to restrain ...
no. No leash. Then he gets an idea. He links to his
Relto, changes clothes and comes back to show off his
new uniform.*
As Veronica stands in front of the
variety of clothing on the shelf, she is ready to weep
out of sheer frustration. She couldn't decide which
would be the lesser of the two evils, denim or khaki.
She grabs the denim (shudder) and after changing in the
breakroom, throws the ink-stained pants carelessly on
the floor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dream
as if you will live forever, live as if you will die
today. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grizz comes in carrying a large box. He
sets it on the counter, looking around for Veronica. He
sees the door to her room is open, and looks in. She's
not there, but there is something tossed casually on the
floor. He crosses and picks up the pants. Holding them
up, he considers the ink stains for a moment, and
decides he better have a word with Cordelia. He stays
still for a few moments, holding the pants up. Then the
grin begins to appear on his face. Yeah, the Grinchy
one, that goes almost from ear to ear. He casually drops
the pants back on the floor.
Going back out, he
opens the large box. In it are neatly folded
high-fashion (and high dollar) items of clothing. On top
of the clothes is a Relto book with Veronica's name on
the cover. The box is a 'care' package he has received
from Veronica's parents after he called them. He told
them how well she was doing, and that it really wasn't
safe for her to be here without a panic
link.
Setting the book carefully on a shelf
behind the counter, he covers it with a pile of papers.
Then he takes all the carefully folded clothes out of
the box, carries them all into Veronica's room, and
dumps the lot carelessly on the ink-stained pants.
Making sure that every item is tossed about and well
wrinkled, he gets that grin again.
Out at the
stationery section he selects a large bottle of
indelible ink. He walks back into Veronica's room
whistling, and, removing the cap from the bottle, he
pours the entire contents all over the clothes on the
floor, being sure that every item has its share of ink
stains.
He looks just a bit anxious for a moment
as he considers the mess, but then a look of resolution
comes on his face. He discards the empty bottle in the
trash, and goes out to speak to
Cordelia.
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He seems friendly
enough and he is clearly expecting to have his ears
scratched and a little petting too.
Urudawg
