On hearing his name being shouted around
the hood, Kestryll jumps down from the classroom roof
and lands in front of Cordelia, giving her quite a
fright
"Ah
Kestryll, just the boy I need to see" she says with a
hint of anger in her voice.
Kestryll stands
quietly, his face ashen and it was clear he had no idea
what Cordelia was about to say to him.
"I left
you a note on the Egg Room door - I needed THIS parcel delivering to Elkae
in Teledahn Prison. It was on my desk, clearly labelled,
but for some reason it has not been delivered. Can you
please explain the reason for this?"
Kestryll stands
there dumbstruck - which is unusual for him - trying to
think of a reason why Vivian could possibly have not
done as
requested.
Cordelia Personal
Assistant to Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of
Advanced Exploration of Myst Worlds
Fashionable umbrellas for fashionable people, any time,
any place, any where!
Grizz can only stare after Veronica and
Mr. Fairchild with a sense of loss. She is the best help
he has ever had.
But he caught the
silent 'I'll be back.' so there was hope that she would
return soon. He goes on back to the DISCO and tries to
catch up on his work, but things keep popping into his
mind... Veronica tripping over a crate...Veronica
looking for Tartan paint...Veronica...
He decides
this is useless rambling in his own mind, and goes up to
the alley off the auditorium to check on the prospective
office for the planned organization to improve
Bahro/human
relations.
_______________________________ The
DISCO - for high fashion in your hood!
Merlin links back fromhis Relto looking
as placid, charming, smart, and dashing as
ever.
"Henceforth I shalt let 'nary a chance to
be embarassed! And now I shall talk to the most noble
Theitris about those linking books!"
And he goes
back to the
classroom.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Merlin
in the Institution and Mysti in the A&C Team Bahro
Agents Infiltration, Rescue, Espionage, and
Puzzle-Solving
Mr. Fairchild dragged Veronica into the
courtyard in front of the classroom. Unfortunately, his
timing was less than perfect. George had just finished
routing the rogue Traffic Cones and tossed them off the
balcony. Veronica narrowly missed joining her father in
being buried in orange rubber.
At the startled
cry, George looks down. "Ooops!" he squeeks. "Sorry
about that."
Merlin gets to the classroom but decides
it would be safer at a later point in
time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Merlin
in the Institution and Mysti in the A&C Team Bahro
Agents Infiltration, Rescue, Espionage, and
Puzzle-Solving
The Traffic Cones, slightly miffed at
their ejection from the Med Bay Under Construction,
clamber off of Mr. Fairchild and start to mill around,
looking disturbingly like a mob working itself up for
mayhem. George pales (well, pales as much as a
fur-covered creature can) and mutters
apprehensively.
While walking around the hood, Master
Merlin wonders where Ronda is.
"I do doubt she
art still eating, she may have returned to the room
behind the tablet of stone. I must go forth and find
her!" thinks the gallant man. And he links to his
Relto, and from there to the
balcony.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Merlin
in the Institution and Mysti in the A&C Team Bahro
Agents Infiltration, Rescue, Espionage, and
Puzzle-Solving
When Mr. Fairchild comes to, the first
thing he sees is Bizzy leaning over and staring him in
the face. He then sees the traffic cones milling about
and a giant squee looking down from the
balcony.
Veronica comes into view and states
emphatically, "I belong here. I am going to
stay."
Mr. Fairchild looked over at Seymour, who
at the moment had strolled up from WHOOPS in his spiffy
sunglasses. The cat walked over and said, "She will
stay."