"Good morning, Professor Thietris." She
checked the catalogue of supplies and then left for
several minutes. When she returned she handed Professor
T the only catnip toy she could find.
"There were no mice available, but are you
sure you want to give this to a cat? It might give him
ideas."
Seymour allows his shades to slide down
his nose some. "Yes sir, I'm Seymour and who might you
be?" he asks the squirrel.
"Professor Thietris
Squirrel, at your service, the founder of this
Institution" Professor T replies.
"Oh, sir! I'm
so pleased to meet you. The owner of the shop speaks
very highly of you, sir" Seymour sputters. He looks
embarrassed and says, "Sir, one slight problem with the
Giant Gunnera. I'm required to interview all who wish to
purchase this plant. Growth is fast if the plant is
happy so I must ensure a happy home. Would you mind
taking a look at this picture from my book to
make sure this is the correct plant before I interview
you?"
Seymour wonders if The Professor has a
dinosaur to feed. He sure would like to see a real
dinosaur, maybe he can deliver the plant
personally.
Veronica handed over the required
supplies and added an extra bag of catnip to the bag.
"Please do not spill any of that on yourself, sir." She
tried to smile as the Professor frowned.
Thietris Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
posted
IT's OK, cancel that
order.
Veronica's mouth drops open when she
realizes she has been holding a conversation with a toy
squirrel. Meanwhile, back at Whoops (and I'm beginning
to admire the choice of name) ...
Chere rushes into the shop and rattles
off Cordelia's list of plants and ideas then pauses, "Oh
sorry, Seymour, that was very rude of me. Good morning
and how was your night?"
"The Professor was just
in here and wishes to order a Gunnera manicata. I'll
have to interview him and check the location of the
plant's home. Must make sure it's happy you know."
Seymour replies. "I've been working on the books and I
sure could use some food!" Seymour sighs.
"I'll
open you a can, any preferences? Then I must rush off to
the DISCO to see if they have any counters," Chere
states as she grabs the first can of Kitty Fancy Treats
she finds. "Have a good day," she says as she runs
out.
Seymour grumbles, "I didn't want Kitty Stew
today" as the food disappears.
quote:
Originally posted by JadesDream: "Good morning,
Professor Thietris." She checked the catalogue of
supplies and then left for several minutes. When she
returned she handed Professor T the only catnip toy
she could find.
Grizz examines the items left in the
room by...well, he supposes they are his captors. The
plants are a little strange. There are some stalky
things that look a little like celery and smell a little
like rhubarb, some leathery looking leaves, some
purplish round things, a few slices of what looks rather
like melon. He has already assumed that his captors are
really not out to harm him, so he decides the plant
material is meant as food. He munches a bit of one of
the celery-like stalks as he examines the clothes. He
holds up a shirt, pauses, checks label, and sits back on
his heels, a little stunned. The shirt belongs to him!
Quickly checking the other items, he recognizes them as
his own clothes from his Relto. Then he remembers that
they have his Relto book! He is relieved. He thought for
a moment they might have access to all Reltos. That
would be a facer, wouldn't it??
He takes the clay
cup and goes for some water, pleased that he now has
something to drink from. Then he is reminded of his
other wish (the change of clothes) He shucks off the
old, plunges under the stream of water, snorting and
blowing and yelling at its coldness. But he stays with
it until he feels refreshed. He leaves the water and
automatically looks for a towel. "Idiot!" he says,
smacking his forehead. He thinks for a moment. "Can't be
helped!" he says, and gets one of the fresh shirts from
the pile. He uses it for a towel, then dresses in fresh
clothes.
"Now," he says, "if I just had something
to read, and something to light this place up a little
more, things would look a little more
promising."
He listens for any sound. Hears
nothing. He sighs, and sinks back down on his blankets
to have a
think.
_______________________________ Prop.
D'ni Internal Supply Co. "If we don't have it, you
don't need it!"
After the Professor left the DISCO,
Veronica began to worry about Grizz. She had not seen
him since yesterday and according to Cordelia, he had
not been to the Institute at all.
Remembering his
instructions, she took the envelope from her pocket that
he had given her the previous day and anxiously opened
it to read this.
We entered the badger age
after distracting the guards using Grassie, and hid in
the large mushrooms. The one time we dared to leave the
safety of the large mushrooms be risked capture or death
at the hands of the badgers. Obviously being alone for
hundreds of years has driven these badgers insane. I am
hoping to take samples of the water and the mushrooms in
this age, maybe there are traces of Algae which are
driving the badgers insane.
Our last attempt at
getting past the badgers involved walking out and
yelling "look over there!" and running the opposite
direction. We noticed the sheer rock cliff in the
direction we were running in the nick of time, and
managed to hide again in our hollowed out mushroom. It's
one of the larger mushrooms we've found so far and it's
hollowness is rather strange, almost as though someone
used it as a hiding place before...the incredibly thick
mushroom door is also coming in handy...
We have
very little food or clean water, we can hardly light a
fire before the badgers come running, and although we
all have our Relto books and can escape at any moment,
none of us want to. We must find another way out, and a
way to explore more of this age...If anyone finds this
among our dead bodies, please contact my ghost and tell
me how you got past the badgers! Oh cruel world! Leaving
us here to a death worse than fate!
On a sidenote
- I think I need a haircut, and this big hollowed out
mushroom we're living in doesn't have much of a breeze,
and tastes rather good...maybe we should get a linking
book to inside this mushroom and I could set up an
office here...it even comes with free badger security.
The only possible downside is that my security badgers
may tear me limb from
limb...
FrontMullet Investigative
Researcher/Hermit Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
Speedy peered over frontmullet's
shoulder as he wrote in his journal. "Psst! You
forgot about me!" she whispered. "Oh... whoops! Sorry
about that..." he said as he wrote her name in next to
Grassie's. Speedy peered over her badger journal that
she found in that house. Could there be anything in
there that could help them get to the prison? She
scanned through the pages, looking for words like
'prison' 'underground' 'passages' or 'transportation',
but nothing was found... until, she found a
drawing. She turned the book around in order to see
the picture better... "MrD! Come and look at this!"
she whispered loudly, since they were in a hidden room
in a mushroom. "What Speedy?" asked MrD as he moved
over. "What does this look like to you?" she
asked. MrD looked at the drawing. "A bunch of
circles and rectangles connected by lines... oh, and a
funky star over there too," he said. "Umm... I was
thinking more of a map..." she said. "Really?" MrD.
Dr. Warrell came over and peered into the book. "Oh,
I see... the circles are mushrooms and the lines are the
passageways?" Dr. Warrell suggested. "Yep, that's
what I think too. And that star must have been the
linking location while I guess this rectangle thing is
the prison..." Speedy said as she pointed. "Well,
that is good news..." said MrD. "But there are two
problems," said Grassie who was listening to the whole
conversation. "What?" asked frontmullet. "Where
are we on that map and how on earth do we find the
passageways?" Grassie aasked.
Studying gives
you knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. I am
learning how to be corrupt.
'I've just remembered something,' said
MrD. 'The mushrooms respond to water, even tears. Is
someone brave enough to climb on top and laugh or cry?
If they can get the mushroom to grow enough, they'll be
able to see the whole area and map it.
Of course,
they're not going to have much time. This place is going
to stick out like a sore thumb, and the badgers will see
it from a mile
off.'
When noone volunteered, MrD was forced
to go out onto the top of the mushroom alone to cry. The
theory was that being forced to go out would be enough
to make him sad, and it would go from there. Why he
couldn't just spit on the mushroom a lot was a totally
different question.
Back inside the mushroom,
Speedy, Grassie, Dr Warrell and FM continued to look at
the map.
FM pointed at a pretty large circle on
that map. "Maybe that's us!" He said. "No, we
don't have one of those squiggly lines across the
walkway" Speedy said. "What about there?" DrWarrell
pointed at another one. "No, we don't have the giant
Shroomie poking out of the water there." FM
said. "Umm, I think that's just a picture there to
fill space?" Speedy suggested. "Then maybe the
squiggly lines are just there to fill space and aren't
passages!" FM said, sulking.
At that moment there
was a splatty noise as a drop of water fell from the
roof and landed on the page, right in the centre of a
circle.
"Maybe THATS where we are?" FM said,
pointing to the wet spot on the page. "Or maybe that's
just MrD's plan working..?"
EDITED: Becuase MrD
was faster and my post didn't make as much
sense..
FrontMullet Investigative
Researcher/Hermit Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
[This message was edited by
frontmullet on Mon April 19 2004 at 05:44
AM.]
[This message was edited by frontmullet on
Mon April 19 2004 at 05:45 AM.]
Experimental Program
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I think this is what we
call the theatre of the absurd, folks.
Fashionable umbrellas for fashionable people, any time,
any place, any where!
