While all the commotion is going on, a
dark figure appears in the hood near the door to the
office. Unseen by the people busy with their own
concerns, the figure slips into the office. There is a
brief rummage among the papers on the desk, then a dark
hand lifts the still unopened envelope from Grizz to the
Prof. and slips it into a bag. There is a brief, unclear
movement, and the dark figure disappears, along with bag
and
envelope.
_______________________________ Prop.
D'ni Internal Supply Co. "If we don't have it, you
don't need it!"
After a delicious breakfast, Veronica
walked out of the Eggroom into chaos. Urudawg was
running up and down the staircases, barking and woofing
so loudly it was echoing from the walls over and over
again. Cordelia rushed out of the link room and over to
Veronica, completely breathless. "The Professor is
missing, have you seen him?" Veronica, who had only met
the Professor once and very briefly, shook her head.
"No, I have not seen him at all today, however, I wish
to meet with him soon if you can arrange it. I would
like to contribute in some way to his research here and
I was hoping..." She stopped talking, somewhat
embarrassed to admit how she felt. "I was hoping to be
of service somehow." Walking quickly away, she headed
towards the DISCO to talk to
Grizz.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm no longer
a danger to
society. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bizzy caught the glow of a campfire,
and moving very carefully and deliberately edged his way
toward the campsite just as FM stepped into the
firelight. "Hmmmm", thought Bizzy, "First FM cuts my
mushrooms and now he's eating my fish, and he didn't
even ask me to go fishing!" Bizzy moved cautiously
away and began to gather some materials. Very quietly,
under cover of rain and darkness, he set things up and
just before he linked out, a trickle of water began to
edge its way into the area of the campsite where FM had
rolled out his bed.
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Later that night, FM awoke to find his
tent washed away and his sleeping bag hanging from a
cliff and zipped up so tight he couldn't undo it, making
him look like a keanulinut with a human head. After
struggling for several minutes, he managed to free
himself, recover what was left of his experiments from
the rotunda and sit by his campfire feeling quite
miserable and knowing full well who was behind the
night's events....the Algae. He would have to get the
fireflies in the morning and quickly move to another
age, before the Algae did more horrible thing to him in
his sleep...
And with 2am fast
approaching, I fear it is time for me to sleep. Have to
start my holiday homework tommorrow...
FrontMullet Investigative
Researcher/Hermit Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
Thietris Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
posted
Professor T staggers to his feet. He
seems to have developed a variety of aches and pains. He
walks slowly into the hut - but eventually finds the
door. He walks across the floor and opens the
wardrobe.
He stares blankly ... - yes, rather like
that - at the contents of the wardrobe. There seem to
have been some new additions to the attire available.
Now should he try the frilly pink Pierre Cardin blouse?
Or how about the Manolo Blahniks with the four-inch
heels? He frowns.
Veronica walked into the DISCO and
yelled for Grizz. She seemed to be doing a lot of
yelling lately, which was completely out of character
for her.
When he finally
made his way to the front of the store, she smiled at
him brightly and said, "I asked Cordelia to make an
appointment for me to speak to Professor Thietris. Won't
he be pleased to have yet another volunteer to assist in
the research here?" Somehow Grizz did not think
so.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm no longer a
danger to
society. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I thought you were
referring to changing "oldest living brat" to something
like "older than dirt". As for the other, I was hoping
you wouldn't mind (and that nobody else would want that
title). I can change it if you
like.
"I can't think
where he could be - he didn't say anything to me about
being out today and I am sure he would have left me a
note if he had intended being away for any length of
time."
She shook her head and carried on looking
in all the nooks and crannies she could find - even the
fountain did not go uninspected and she checked twice in
Urudawg's kennel. Well you never know with these dogs,
they are so unpredictable
She did even
consider checking inside the "Egg" in the Egg Room but
then gave that thought a miss as there is no way he
would get inside it and then be able to put it back
together again
Cordelia Personal
Assistant to Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of
Advanced Exploration of Myst Worlds
Experimental Program
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Supplier of umbrellas to the D'ni for
Centuries.
- yes, rather like
that - at the contents of the wardrobe. There seem to
have been some new additions to the attire available.
Now should he try the frilly pink Pierre Cardin blouse?
Or how about the Manolo Blahniks with the four-inch
heels? He frowns.
All opposed by Nay!
Oh! Nobody apposed? 