suddenly reappears in the cavern. Bleaking badgers! Who
let them in here? He runs up to Urudawg, still waiting
patiently for Stellaflora to come out of the elevator,
and explains how dangerous they are to the human psyche.
The humans in here weren't very stable to begin
with.
"Urudawg, go fetch the badgers. Bad
badgers! Bite the badgers!"
Urudawg gives Bizzy a
good sniff, but isn't able to tell who or what he is.
But one thing Urudawg does know is that he only takes
orders from the squirrel. He turns his gaze back to the
elevator light.
Bizzy throws up his hands in
frustration. What-o-what is he going to do
now?!
refers to the forum notes and sees there was a man here
talking to Urudawg moments before he arrived. Maybe the
man would help Bizzy get rid of the beastly
badgers.
"I will NOT have badgers in my garden!"
mutters the gnome as he toddles away.
It's lonely at the top. Here I am on a
stakeout and there is nobody to relieve me. I could use
some relief. Maybe I could hire Chuckles58. He has
experience in these things. Say! Wonder if he
understands Dogese?
Chuckles pays for the coffee and
heads over to the Heek, Inc. store to check out the
newly refurbished games store. On the way, he stopped to
'chat' with Urudawg again.
Urudawg, I
understand you'd like to hire me to fill in for you when
you need a break, like to take yourself for a walk. Well
I'd love to, but as you can imagine, with all the
explorers in the cavern since D'ni was reopened on 3/22,
I've got my hands full with security there. But I'll
tell you what, here's a button you can clip to your
collar. When you need a break, just push the button and
I'll keep an eye on my security monitors for fifteen to
thirty minutes to spell you.
Urudawg
impatiently nods, as if to agree. Then proceeds to push
the button as soon as Chuckles had clipped it to his
collar.
Oh, I see you must be ready for a
break right now. You go on and I'll keep an eye on
things from TLG's game store. I need a stack of
pre-order forms for XP2, as I get a lot of requests for
that over in
Ae'gura.
---------------------------- "Where
are the donuts?" - Atrus (realMyst) Save URU Live
Sorry for not
posting in a day or so, but with the forums all messed
up, I can't seem to find the thread correctly. It wasn't
until just a few minutes ago that I think I may have
figured out how to post to keep up again.
Again,
sorry. It took me the last 24 hours to figure out that
when you post it is showing up on page 1 not the last
page. Sigh. Wish they would fix the forums
already.
A van screeches to a halt. A sprightly
old man jumps out and grabs a package from the back. He
jogs up and down the edge of the GC until he spots his
target the gives the package a swift kick and rushes
back to the van and heads off to it's next
delivery. The package arcs downward. Gathering speed
it slams into a ledge with enough force to break it off
creating a small landslide. The package now tumbles and
slides on down with a ton of rocks and dust. The mess
gathers speed and more debris as it heads straight for
Elkae's camp... And misses, by about twenty feet.
Vulture Eye view. waddya want? Elkae is forced to
climb over and dig out the partially buried package and
finds that not a single item was broken due to the
enormous amounts of bubble wrap contained
within.
To: Elkae From: Kestryll &
Company Courtesy: Kicking Boxes Delivery
Service
Greetings from the
Cavern!
Contents: Two
thermos/thermoses/thermi/insulated beverage
containers. Two bottles wine red/gold Two bottles
water (Gahreesen Glen. Very spendy due to danger
associated with collecting. Locals very cranky with
outiders wandering woods.) assorted treats tinkly
little fire marbles red/white/yellow/blue (They were
just hanging about in the corners down here. Thought
we'd send them along. )
Have fun. Last
delivery for a bit. Apparently I need to find a new
delivery guy. Several complaints about Kicking Boxes.
Falling Boxes took extended leave. Donkey kicked him.
Poor fellow. Will resume service once new delivery
person is found.
But alas, pressing the green button only
turned the language into Rivenese. "Nooo!" Speedy
shouted as she covered her ears. "Oh no,... it must
be this one!" Grassie frantically pushed other buttons
and turned knobs,... but alas, it only either changed
the speed, language, voice, instruments, animal colors,
etc, and all the while, Dr. Warrell is bouncing along,
mocking the image on the screen. "Must... resist...
tempt... at... tion..." Grassie moaned as he continue to
press buttons. "Nooo! GRassie! Don't!!!" Speedy
yelled as she saw Grassie begin to jerk into the badger
motions. Finally, Speedy could not handle the torture
anymore of watching her friends going through this
terrible ordeal! She stood on one leg and tried to raise
the other one onto the level of the podium, while trying
to cover her ears. All this managed to do was cause her
to fall over. She got back onto her feet and stood in
front of the podium and tried to think. Now which button
was it that caused this to turn on... THE BLUE
ONE!!! She pressed the blue button with her wing,
letting the music reach her ears... and suddenly, the
music stopped! The badger froze in midbounce, as well as
Grassie and Dr. Warrell. "Ok, one thing down..."
Speedy mumbled as she looked over the buttons again. She
pressed the green button now. Nothing visible happened.
Instead, a voice came out on the podium, saying some
weird word. "Huh?" Speedy commented as she pushed the
button again, hoping for it to repeat. Instead
another word came out. "Español" "Ahh great! The
language button! And they have surface languages too!"
Speedy chimed, getting happy. She pushed the button
until it finally said "English," "Ok, green equals
language while blue equals play/pause. I wonder what
these yellow, red, and purple buttons do, as well as
these knobs?" she wondered aloud as she continued to
fiddle with them.
Studying gives you
knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. I am
learning how to be corrupt.
Somewhere in the Grand Canyon a young
woman has yet another narrow brush with
death.
Kestryll & Co. needs to get a new
delivery guy! Guess this stuff didn't fit in Falling
Burro's saddle bags.
She opens the box to find
a number of exciting and sorely needed supplies. She was
thrilled to see the little package of fire marbles, but
she couldn't resist opening the thermos bottles
first.
<sniff> Jade's best Irish Coffee
in this one ... <sniff> and acorn mead in this
one. Long live bubble pack! I'll drink to
that!
Hmmmm. Another note: "Last delivery for a
bit." Oh dear. It looks like I'm going to have to make
this last for a long while.
She gulps down the
Irish coffee while she plans her next move. Falling
Burro eyes her with
disdain.
________________ There's no
place like home. Where am I?
[This message
was edited by Elkae on Fri April 09 2004 at 12:20
PM.]
Elkae, I should think
it's just as well. The current state of affairs would
totally confuse him - he wouldn't know if he has gone
down when he should have gone up, or up when he should
have gone down
Cordelia Personal
Assistant to Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of
Advanced Exploration of Myst Worlds
Chuckles heads out of Heek, Inc. with
a big stack of pre-order forms for XP2, then sees
Urudawg has returned to his post. He pats him on the
head, and adjusts the 'panic' button on his
collar.
We'll see you around. Good
boy.
Just before he links out of the hood, he
remembered something he forgot at the D'ni Cavern Supply
Store. He went down the aisles until he found what he
was looking for:
Now I've got wedgie-proof coveralls, and they're
in my favorite color. Sometimes we learn from the seat
of our pants.
After settling up the financial
business at the front of the store, he linked out,
determined to take care of the screeching. Arriving in
the Bahros' break room, he sees that there is still
plenty of coffee on the shelf.
What could be
causing this screeching. Who knows? Well, I've got to
see if the BACKUP is complete yet.
Passersby
in the streets of Ae'gura stare at Chuckles as if he's a
prison road crew escapee.
Oh Brother, What
Art Thou
Wearing. ---------------------------- "Where are
the donuts?" - Atrus (realMyst) Save URU Live
Thietris Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
posted
Was that the elevator
alarm?
Professor T rushes to the elevator
door, where Urudawg is waiting impatiently. The little
red lights over the door wink in sequence, the door
slides open and Urudawg dashes in, skidding on the stone
floor. The dawg is now viciously attacking something,
his head jerking back and forth in his attempts to break
its neck.
Alright, Urudawg! Drop it! Drop it
now! Good boy!
The professor walks over to the
limp object lying on the floor. And picks it up. It's
Stellaflora's white coat. He checks the pockets. The
field researcher's ID card is still there. What could
have happened?
Thietris glances round the room.
There's not much in it (you can't get a lot in an
elevator). Just a desk - and something on it. What the
...? The professor approaches the small, pale yellow
object on the desk. It is a dead
beetle.
stops by the D'ni Internal Supply store. The place seems
deserted, but he knows he can have whatever he needs. He
spends a great deal of time walking up and down the
aisles, hoping that what he needs can be obtained from
the bottom shelves.
He emerges some time later
from the labyrinth, climbs up onto the counter, makes
out his list and sticks the list on the spindle. He
hopes he did that correctly because he certainly didn't
need to make an enemy out of Mr. Grizz.
Finally
he sets off to pay a visit to Thietris.
He finds the office locked, as he'd feared. Good
thing he thought to bring the axe.
Experimental Program
1
suddenly reappears in the cavern. Bleaking badgers! Who
let them in here? He runs up to Urudawg, still waiting
patiently for Stellaflora to come out of the elevator,
and explains how dangerous they are to the human psyche.
The humans in here weren't very stable to begin
with.
Head of Security, 
)
Looks like he may be
stuck in the
elevator.
Supplier of umbrellas to the D'ni for
Centuries.
