Finishing his lunch, Chuckles58 needs
a pick-me-up. Since there are no pick-me-ups in his D'ni
Tax Preparation Office (in the lower levels of the
Library in Ae'gura), he picks up the phone and
dials.
"Hello, this is Theitris
..."
Yes, this is the IRS, this is a courtesy
call to inform you that all of your income tax returns
have been selected for examination, an agent will visit
your office tomorrow morning at 8:30. ...
The
voice waits for Theitris to pick himself up off the
floor
Just kidding. Happy Birthday
Theitris!
---------------------------- "Where
are the donuts?" - Atrus (realMyst) Save URU Live
Speedy is rattling off a supply list,
while Dr. Warrell adds one or two of his own supply
requests. Veronica is writing as fast as can. She looks
up at Dr. Warrell and says, "A gravometric analyzer,
spectral recorder, and an ion activation molecular
generator?! Surely you jest?" She throws the tablet and
pen on the counter and glares at them. Grassie jumps up
on the counter via the stool and begins looking through
the catalogue of supplies. He says very gently, "Don't
worry about it, Veronica. We can find what we
need."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm no longer
a danger to
society. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thietris Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
posted
Professor T had dressed for the
forthcoming party. Best bib and tucker: elegant suit,
bow tie. The effect was marred slightly by the cake
crumbs around his mouth and the little flakes of icing
that clung to his whiskers, which quivered now as he
read Elkae's letter for the tenth time. What could it
mean? "Goodbye, old friend"? It sounded so final. And
this was supposed to be a happy day.
He left the
letter, and Elkae's research findings, on his desk. He
wanted everyone to see them. Perhaps someone would know
what to do. He had tried to find Bizzy, but he was
nowhere to be seen. But there was the party to look
forward to - the fireworks, and the champagne. He would
propose a toast to all the wonderful people he had met
on the forum ... and to absent friends.
But
really they were all absent. The Neighborhood was empty,
and echoed with his forlorn footsteps. He wished he
could meet all of them - in reality. In his head he
could hear the laughter of explorers echoing through the
passageways of the Institution as the coloured lights
burst in the sky - but he must try not to feel sad. Not
today.
RW linked back in to the Institute and
immediately checked the neighborhood imager for new
posts. Right away he saw the post by Cordelia.
"Hmm, it's
Professors Thietris's birthday today. Well, I wonder how
old the old boy is? He must be pretty ancient to have
written all the papers he has and now be the head of
this institute.
Let's see, Cordelia is going to
be giving a party in his honour! PARRTY!!!" RW suddenly
caught himself and looked around sheepishly hoping
nobody had heard him. It was totally non sequitur for RW
to give out with such a burst, but it had already been a
long week and besides, a party would be just the ticket
too meet some of the researchers and explorers, like
Professor Thietris and...well, Cordelia was throwing the
party so it seemed obvious too RW she would be there
too.
"Hmm, fireworks, very good, and definately
eats and I see everyone is supposed to bring a bottle or
two of their favorite.....tipple? What is tipple? I
wonder where the party will be held at? At the Institute
or somebodies Relto?" It was at that moment that RW
became aware of what he had on. Thinking about how
Cordelia might view his attire, he could just about hear
her voice. "Oh, this simply won't do, won't do at all!"
RW knew if anyone could provide him with two
bottles of ...tipple, it would be Grizz at the DISCO.
"Now what about proper attire?" If anybody knew about
clothes, it would be the young lady who gave him the
unexpected hug the other day and who had recently
started to work for Grizz. "What is her name? Miss
Gucci?"
RW looked around, the neighborhood was
quite. Everyone must be off getting ready, he probably
did not have much time he thought, and immediatly
started toward the stairs to the DISCO softly singing,
"There'll be furry white ferrets, and big blue birds.
Green paper dragons, and ......."
Thietris Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
posted
... brown paper parcels tied up with
string. There was a sudden whoosh as lights lit up the
sky. Champagne corks popped. There was laughter.
Professor T was going to enjoy the party.
Cordelia arrived back in The Institute
and looked around. She could see no-one, all was
quiet.
"Hasn't anyone turned up for the
professor's party" she wondered sadly, "Oh well, I'll
light the fireworks and get the champagne corks popping
and maybe someone will arrive."
She stood and waited to see how many people
would turn up.
Cordelia Personal
Assistant to Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of
Advanced Exploration of Myst Worlds
Much to Cordelia's relief people started
to arrive.
"Hi Boatingirl, glad you could make
it. Ah Professor, lovely to see you - you look very
smart this evening. I think it's going to be a wonderful
night."
She started bringing out the
food.
There was plenty of it.
"I know I said it
would just be sandwiches, but I thought I'd go the extra
mile for you professor. Please everyone, tuck in."
Cordelia Personal
Assistant to Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of
Advanced Exploration of Myst Worlds
RW began to run, he had heard the
fireworks start too go off and by gum he wasn't going to
miss this! As RW ran into the DISCO he bgan to shout
"Miss Gucci! Miss Gucci! Is anbody here?!"
Professor Theitris shares a soft
drink with his favorite Uru moderator,
Pepsi1953
Chuckles58 joins the party as the tax season
is finally over. He heads over to the Mexican Food.
(We're having 'On The Border' here at the office) He
can't stay long, as he intends to join the party he's
giving for his Bahro employees (non-union if anybody
wonders). He spots the young lady who must be Veronica,
feeling just a teeny bit guilty for his juvenile prank
call yesterday.
He tips his ginger ale in honor
of Professor Theitris' grand birthday.
#### Sorry, I just had
to use this picture again.
####
---------------------------- "Where are
the donuts?" - Atrus (realMyst) Save URU Live
After searching the many levels of the
DISCO for their supplies, Speedy, Grassie, and Dr.
Warrell got eveyrthing they were looking for. But as
they were leaving the DISCO, they saw the fireworks.
They looked at one another, shrugged, and headed back to
Thietris' office where the party was beginning to get
into full swing. "Let's get this party started!" said
Grassie. "Wow... some gathering..." commented Dr.
Warrell. "What, you've never been to a party?" aske
Speedy. "Not in many years... I think since I was 10
maybe?" Dr. Warrell thought. Speedy shook her head
and grabbed his arm. "Well, it looks like you need to
gain some sort of a life, and guess what, this is a good
place to find one! Come on!" she said as she pulled him
towards everyone else at the party.
Studying
gives you knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power corrupts.
I am learning how to be corrupt.
Grizz rushed in carrying a large crate.
He hurried up to Cordelia and set the crate
down.
"Feel like the White Rabbit," he said.
"Always late! Stopped off at the A&C and got a crate
of acorn mead here. Champagne is great, but no party is
complete without acorn mead."
He grabbed
Cordelia and gave her a big
((((((((((((Cordelia))))))))))))
"Sorry!" he
said. "I'm still late. Gotta run."
He ran over to
the Professor and shook his paw so hard that the
Professor bounced up and down.
"Happpy b'day
Professor. Be sure to have some acorn mead! Gave it to
Cordy. Gotta go. I'm late!"
He ran from person to
person, Boatingirl, Chuckles, everybody; shaking hands
and saying, "Have a great time!"
Then he looked
at his watch, smacked himself in the forehead, yelled
"I'm soooo late!"
He slapped his hand on his
Relto book, and
vanished.
_______________________________ Prop.
D'ni Internal Supply Co. "If we don't have it, you
don't need it!"
Coredelia, now that I
can seem them, I had some technical difficulty when you
first posted them. The fireworks, popping champagne
bottle, and food look great! Just what this cavern
needed!
Be right back, gotta change.
[This message
was edited by rohnerw on Thu April 15 2004 at 04:46
PM.]
RW couldn't find anybody in the store.
He did manage to find the store index on the counter
though and looked up the location of the mens wear.
"Grizz's store really is quite remarkable!"
thought RW as he looked at the row of men's suits. He'd
try to figure out why the D'NI Internal Supply company
had suits later.
RW was better suited for cave
explorations then fancy social occasions but he picked
out what he hoped would be suitable attire, dress shoes,
7 1/2 mens narrow, shirt and tie. Oh yes, and dress
socks. He hoped it all matched.
He still hadn't
figured out what tipple was, so he picked out the best
two bottles of champagne he could locate. Gathering it
all up, he went back to the counter, made out the slip,
deposited the appropriate RW's, I mean bills in the till
and linked back to his Relto for a quick cleanup, shave,
and change.
The fireworks were still making a
dazzling display when he linked back to the institution
and a good sized crowd had gathered. There were allot of
folks sampling the ample quantities of food, including
the smoked salmon, and he could see the beverages were
flowing freely. The smoked salmon called to him and his
stomach answered by growling.
There was also a
smartly dressed squirrel busily moving about taking
samples of anything made with acorns, punctuated with
sips of pepsi.
"Facinating!" commented
Spock. "Stop it Spock!" snapped Bones, "This is a
party, enjoy!"
Cares of the surface forgotten, RW
intended to do just that. It was time to mingle and
enjoy the festivities.
Experimental Program
1
Good for you RW. I think
no one is sure what to say!
Supplier of umbrellas to the D'ni for
Centuries.
we must be typing at the
same time! Saw your pic Cordelia!
