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Merlin was just linking to the balcony when he thought of something.
"That room must be named. What name would be fitting for it. All the other hoood room names explain what is or hath been inside of it. I found linking books in this room, and there there shall most definitely be other thing through that door that I have seen as of yet.

*after a moment of deep concentration, Merlin looks like he has an idea*

"I christen you the 'Specialty Tomes and Other New Excavations' room." says the Master.

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Merlin in the Institution and Mysti in the A&C
Team Bahro Agents
Infiltration, Rescue, Espionage, and Puzzle-Solving
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Before Kestryll could come up with some suitably believable excuse, Cordelia decided that she had been waiting long enough.

"Kindly take the package and have it delivered to Elkae in Teledahn Prison immediately, and don't fail me this time" she said angrily.

With that she promptly marched off to see what else needed sorting out.

Oh boy, it's going to be a busy day Blink

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!
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When Merlin got to the S.T.O.N.E. room he took a fire marble from his backpack.

"Now I journey into the untold darkness in search of the fair Ronda; I will find her!" said the intrepid explorer.
As he was walking through the darkness, he was think how big the room must be.
"It just seems to go on and on an"
*smack-thud-slam*
"Or not."

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Merlin in the Institution and Mysti in the A&C
Team Bahro Agents
Infiltration, Rescue, Espionage, and Puzzle-Solving
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Boatingirl was sitting in her lab, thinking again. “How can I test my theory” she pondered. “I should try to test the sandstone…Would the D’ni change the composition of sandstone in every age?.... my guess would be that they have a formula for writing it in, and wouldn’t take the time to change it every time they wanted sandstone in an age.” Thinks some more; “Well, Eder Gira looks to be sandstone; and so are those caves in Teledahn. Well I’ll just bop over to each age and get a sample from each and compare them!” She hits her relto book to prepare for her journey.
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Seymour is walking with Veronica around the neighborhood. They just enjoy each other's company and after the rough day she's had, Veronica is grateful for his companionship.

Professor Thietris watches from the classroom door as they walk by. He nods his head and they return the greeting.

They had no idea that the Professor was recalling a very bad memory at the moment. An event that took place when he was a much younger and not so wise squirrel.
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To begin with..

Then came this.....

and after that, was this...

followed by this....

which resulted in this....


When Sundance Badger came back, it was without the dynamite. Old One had caught him while trying to retrieve it and promptly put a stop to that idea. If the badgers inside were only knocked out, then it might hurt them also.

The Old One gave it some thought and told the gaurds to do nothing. To not get so close they were captured, but within easy reach of the door. The chase up until now had been frenzied. That had resulted in the badgers having little more to eat then hastily eaten tubers and dry beans. By now, things should be progressing nicely, so to speak.

The humans, bird and ferret were in an enclosed space. The Old One seemed certain that the tubers and beans, coupled with the stomach upset the captured badgers were no doubt experiencing, would prove motivating to the humans in time, if not to the ferret and bird also. Inside, badger stomachs began to grumble ominously. Twisted



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Yes, I know, that is really evil and nasty. Disapproval

[This message was edited by rohnerw on Wed April 21 2004 at 01:59 PM.]
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Not at all...the entire badger storyline is highly entertaining! VeryHappy
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"So what should we do about these badgers here?" asked Grassie, seeing their unconscious bodies.
"I don't know... put them back outside?" suggested MrD.
"But how do we know that there aren't any more badgers out there to take us?" asked Speedy.
"I don't know... is there a peephole or something in that door?" asked MrD.
"None that I can see... what do you suggest dr Osmostien?" asked Speedy as she turned towards him. But Dr Osmostien was not listening. He was jabbering on and on about science things to Dr Warrell, since this was the first real scientist he has seen in a VERY LONG time.
"... and so you can take the thermonuclear blasters, and attach them to the boiling lima beans in order to get the correct gases you need in order to propel a since slice of cucumber across the room at 100 meters per second... or approximately since my lab is not a 100 meters long, nor is my clock that accurate..." Dr Osmostien ranted.
Dr Warrell looked perplexly at Dr Osmostien. Two questions: what on earth was he since he is not human? and what on earth is he talking about, cooking lima beans?
"Ummm... are you sure you need to use lima beans?" asked Dr Warrell.
"Vhy of course! The corn nor broccoli vorked since they didn't produce enough gas and the baked beans produced too much!" answered Dr Osmostien.
"Figures..." muttered Dr Warrell.
"DR OSMOSTIEN! What should we do about these badgers!" shouted Speedy, losing her patience.
"Oh, vhat,... oh the badgers! Umm... I have an idea! All of you, go upstairs and hide in my lab. And bring this sleeping guy here too. I vill be up in about 10 minutes time..." Dr Osmostien said as he stood up.
"What are you going to do?" asked Grassie.
"Oh, just talk to some badgers... don't vorry, I vill be fine!" said Dr Osmostien.
The forumites looked at one another. What did they have to lose? Sure, this is a crazy being, but who else could they trust right now?
So MrD and Dr Warrell picked up the unconscious FM and carried him up the stairs, with Speedy and Grassie behind him.
Once up the stairs, Dr Osmostien went to the steel door, unlocked it, and opened it. Promptly, he hit another badger in the head.
"Oh dear me!" said Dr Osmostien.
"Grrrr..." said the badger.
"Sheesh, that is the fifth time today! I've been looking for the evening paper and five times, I've come to his door and hit on of you in the head!" shouted Dr Osmostien.
"We had to cancel the paperbadger route. There are some unwanted people lost in the tunnels. According to our scouts, they were last seen in this area," said the head badger.
"Really? At my door? Vhy, I keep this door locked at all times! No one other than those 5 badgers who I've hit in the head have been at my door today! I have 4 of them in here to prove it! I didn't want to leave them outside to get infected cuts and such... see for yourself!" Dr Osmostien said as he opened the door and pointed at the badger bodies.
"Hrm... are those the ones who were missing?" asked the head badger to the one next to him.
"Yep, that's them all right," responded that badger.
"And vhere is my evening newpaper!" asked Dr Osmostien.
"Don't worry. It will be here when the search is over in this sector... are you SURE you haven't seen anything unusual?" asked the head badger.
"Only if you mean me hitting 5 badgers in the head today... then no," said Dr Osmostien.
The head badger looked at the scientist. He had a funny feeling that he wasn't telling the whole truth but he has no evidence of it.
"Ok, sorry to bother you then, doctor. We will leave this area now," said the badger.
"Thank you! And be sure that my newspaper comes!" shouted Dr Osmostien as the badgers left the room with the unconscious ones. Dr Osmostien locked the door and then went upstairs.
"Ok, I got rid of them. So, vho vants to tell me what is going on? I am in the mood for a story! Let me get you some butter scones and tea!" Dr Osmostien said as he left the lab room to the door on the right.

Studying gives you knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. I am learning how to be corrupt.

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George put the last finishing touch on the Med Bay and scurried down the rock wall to the plaza floor. Seymour and Veronica look up at him questioningly.

"Why didn't you use the ladder?" the friendly feline asks.

"Sized for humans, not me," George answers. "You haven't seen any mobs of traffic cones in the area, have you?"

"Not since my father left," Veronica replies, reaching down to scritch Seymour between the ears, eliciting a force ten purr. George sighs in relief.

"That's great. See you all later, I've got to stock the Med Bay."

George scampers down the stairs, heading for the DISCO when a screech from overhead stops him in his tracks. A small envelope flutters down to him and there is a brief rustling as the Delivery Bahro moves off. The squee tears open the envelope and begins to read it.

Hi, George.

Extending our honeymoon by a day or two. Hope you don't mind.
Love,
Ted and Shiloh


George heaves a sigh of relief and tucks the note into his pouch. "Thank Yahvo! I may actually get this thing done before she gets back."

He scampers down into the DISCO and looks around. "Grizz? Hey, Grizz, you in? I need to order supplies for the medic station."

Meanwhile, on the rocks surrounding the balcony, the Traffic Cones gather, muttering ominously.

~Shiloh

"All is chaos under heaven."
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Elkae decided she would like to go outside for awhile, but she was very hesitant to do so. Instead, she called for one of the guards. When he arrived, she asked permission and the guard simply shrugged. She decided that was as good as a 'yes'. She brushed the wrinkles from her blouse, slipped on her Reeboks and sunglasses. Breathing deeply, she walked toward the door, running her fingers through her hair in a combing motion.

Down through the cave's tunnel she walked, not a badger in sight. The absence of any guard at the Journey Door concerned her since she knew that was the only way out (and Ancient Badger had assured her it was well guarded). The maintainer's mark in the cave floor just outside the door had finally stopped flashing; what that meant, she didn't know. But her heart wasn't in an escape so she continued down the tunnel and out into the light.

She heard the familiar sound of her own footsteps on the metal cat walk. Before, one would have seen her running across it. Now she progressed at a slow, steady pace spending more time to absorb the exotic scenery around her. The sun sailed across the sky, making her thankful she had her sunglasses on. Then, almost as if on cue, Shroomie cried out just as the sun passed. She hoped to get a better glimpse of Shroomie at some point during her sentence here in the Teledahn Badger Age.


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Dr Osmostien came back a few minutes later, carrying a tray of tea, cups, and scones.



The aroma and look of the food made the forumites all drool, since they finally realized that they had not had a decent meal since they came to this Age. Poor FM, for he was still unconscious while the rest of them pigged out on the food.
"This is sooooo good!" said Speedy.
"You make it?" asked Dr Warrell.
"Actually, it is my own concoction. Broccoli scones and lima bean tea!" said Dr Osmostien proudly.
This caused the forumites to stop eating. Broccoli scones? Lima bean tea? They looked at one another. Maybe they will in fact leave some for FM... but then again, they are hungry. They continued to eat.
"So! Storytime! It's about time I heard a good story! I can only get so many out of Ukoi in an intelligent language..." said Dr Osmostien.
"Who?" asked Grassie between bites.
"Ukoi... an native Osmoian... nevermind, I'll explain him later. First! Your story!"
So between all of the bites and sips of tea (the tea was quite good in fact, or they were just that dehydrated) and the trips to the kitchen for more tea and food, MrD, Grassie, and Speedy explained what has happened to them thusfar in the adventure. Meanwhile, Dr Warrell was reading the chalkboard, trying to understand how a sack of peanuts can lead to a gallon of some type of motor oil...
"Vov! Vhat a fascinating tale!" said Dr Osmostien.
"And yours?" asked Speedy as she took a sip of tea.
"Vell, I have been here for about 30 years in this planet, since the last time I have seen beings like you, MrD and Dr Warrell. They called themselves Picharo and Kaiesha, and they had a daughter, Naia. I haven't seen them in a long time... how are they doing? I believe it vas only them who had access to this place by the method you came here?" asked Dr Osmostien.
"Umm... where we found the books, the house has been vacant for over 10,000 years..." explained Grassie.
"Vhat! 10,000 years?!?!?! No vonder Naia got bigger every time she came here... time is all relative I guess... oh! That sounds like it vould vork vith the lastest experiment I have planned... but anyways, me and Ukoi, think of him more as an assistant if you vill, we crashed our spaceship here over 30 years ago this time. Picharo vas very kind to us and built us this house with the steel basement and he said that ve could rebuild our ship and fly back home! But, poor Picharo, that vas just before the badger takeover. After Picharo did not come back for a few months, the badgers decided to take over this age. They didn't bother Ukoi and I, mostly because they are afraid of Ukoi I believe, but they have taken over everything else. As for this prison you seek, it is not too far off... on the other side of the canyon. Hopefully, your friend is ok," said Dr Osmostien.
Suddenly, there was a moan. FM came back into consciousness.
"Ohhh, my head..." he moaned.
Dr Osmostien put a ice bag on his head. "Your head vill hurt for a vhile, my friend. Here, have a scone!"
Speedy leaned over to MrD. "Well, it looks like we're not the only crazy ones in this place..." she whispered.
"But who is this Ukoi?" asked MrD.
"A native Osmoian..." Speedy said.
"Which is what?"
"Which is what Dr Osmostien is. Don't you know of osmos?" asked Speedy.
"No, what are they?"
"Well... they can be of average 6 feet tall and have green skin, like Dr Osmostien. They are known for their honking purple noses, so when you touch it, it honks," Speedy explained.
"So what is native one if this osmo is civilized?" asked Grassie.
"I bet a little less uncivilized... and if the badgers are afraid of it, then I guess it isn't a very evolved species..." Speedy suggested.


Studying gives you knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. I am learning how to be corrupt.



[This message was edited by Speedyserd on Wed April 21 2004 at 05:32 PM.]
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Four pages to go and I've already choked on my Doritos...
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Kestryll blinks at the departing and rather miffed Cordelia.

Strange for once I haven't a clue as to what's going on...

He pulls a clipboard out of his backpack and flips through it. -Elkae. Several deliveries. Here's the the one from Cordelia. Delivered on time by Vivian. Signed by a badger. Interesting.-

He shrugs and puts the clipboard back into his pack. Spotting a cone he gives it a force 10 glare and watches as it zips away. He glances around, picks up the package and links away.


[This message was edited by Kestryll on Wed April 21 2004 at 06:04 PM.]
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*Copy #1 waits around for anyone to come into Heek Inc, and thinks of himself as a smily.*


*silently laughs*
*waits around for anything to happen.

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Official proprietor of Heek Inc.
Second Bartender of the A&C Hotel.
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Bizzy sees the lights come on at Heek, Inc., and makes a mad dash to the door.

"Hi, TLG! Nice to see you (finally). I want to pre-order my copy of Myst IV: Revelation. Can I?"
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After successfully delivering said package, albeit to an empty cell, guard made motions of 'out walking', signed clipboard, gave box, job done, Kestryll links back to the Institution Hood. He strolls around hearing the occasional hollow scrape of a fleeing traffic cone and grins. Passing by Heek Inc, he decides to drop in and see if there's anything he could use...

Hello, TLG. You're looking rather, um, spherical today...
Mockery

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Owner: Kahlo Pub, Teledahn Winery, Cavern & Age Delivery Service, Cavern & Age Catering.
Scourge of Traffic Cones and part-time Bartender.
If I can't do it, you can!
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Mockery Kestryll's sig

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I hope he doesn't end up with that as a title! Smile

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Everybody's imaginary friend
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T.W.I.T. I might be able to handle, but the rest would be a little much for a title...
Blink
Or maybe just 'Scourge of Traffic Cones'...

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Totally Witless & Ignorant Thinker
Owner: Kahlo Pub, Teledahn Winery, Cavern & Age Delivery Service, Cavern & Age Catering.
Scourge of Traffic Cones and part-time Bartender.
If I can't do it, you can!

[EDIT]After all due consideration I have decided I shall ne'er speak to the person who gives me a title of any sort again. Thank you.[/EDIT]

[This message was edited by Kestryll on Wed April 21 2004 at 06:55 PM.]
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As Elkae wanders the Age, she notices something she doesn't recall having been there the last time she visited. Near the entrance to the backside office, she sees a huge metal shipping container. She opens the door and peeks in.



Someone is going to have to explain this to her.

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Mockery Elkae
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