Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
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When Elkae was alone again, she
refilled then emptied the glass several times. She
placed the kachina under her cot and then she spoke
aloud, but to no one.
Once the Old Badger was clear of the
cell and the gaurds, he placed an urgent call to
Kestryll and Company. "MMM..MMMM that Frangelico was
good! Now, how do I explain my possessing a generous
quantity o of those Golden Kachina dolls to the other
badgers?" And dozed off to sleep.
Almech was glad to be done searching,
even though he had found none of the descriptive books
he sought. It had taken longer than he thought it would
have, and all the running between bookshelves had worn
him out. Linking back to the Institution, he left the
garden age on one of the pedestals in the linking
library and went to his private room for a
rest.
Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
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A short time later one of the guards
passed through the door dragging what could best be
described as a great big dark brown canvas bag with a
long draw string. It looked heavy, or at least heavy for
a badger. He dropped the bag two feet inside the cell
door and retreated the way he'd entered. He turned as if
to close the door, but instead paused and exchanged
stares with the human for several seconds. Elkae started
to reach for the kachina under her bed but thought
better of it and casually scratched her
ankle.
"Do you speak?" she
asked.
If he did, he did not reply. He showed
her a glimpse of his teeth, then left without closing
the door. Elkae waited a moment before closing the door
herself. For some reason, she felt more comfortable with
it closed. Dragging the brown canvas bag back to her
cot, she opened it and looked in. To her surprise and
delight, the bag was filled with some of her favorite
DVD movies (including "Stargate").
"Oh drat!
I forgot to ask for a DVD
player."
Disappointed, she re-cued "The
Computer Wore Tennis Shoes", snuggled into bed and
closed her eyes. Kurt Russell was such eye candy ... but
she was too tired to look. She was not, however, too
tired to dream. Had she not been so tired, she would
have discovered the DVD player in the bottom of the
bag.
Since Urudawg had retired for the
night, Chuckles58 decided to link over to the
Institution to have a look at things to be sure all was
secure before he headed to bed. He found the box of
shoes had been placed outside Cordelia's office with her
trash, awaiting the Wednesday morning pickup. He noticed
a note on the box in Dr. Elkae's
handwriting:
"Refused, return to
sender"
He looked more closely, and found most
of the books he was missing neatly packed in with the
shoes. He pulled the books out and set them aside to
take with him. He picked up the one on the top of the
pile and pondered:
The Professor might enjoy
this book.
He entered the classroom and placed
the book on Theitris' desk.
"National
Geographic Presents: Cornish Nuts" ... everything you
need to know ... roasting, toasting, lifting,
separating, cracking ....
He returned to the
box of shoes, carried them into the Egg Room, hoping
Cordelia would see them in the morning during breakfast.
He moved the box Veronica had left, to the
floor.
While walking through the light garden he
notices a strange man sitting nearby.
Hello,
are you new here?
"Yes, I'm an acquaintance of
the Professor."
I don't think he's here right
now, but I'll tell him you stopped by to see him. Later
dude.
He retrieved his remaining books and
linked back to his office in Takotah Alley. He dialed
Prof. T's telephone, and left a
message:
Mister Professor Sir, while
patrolling the Institution this evening, I encountered
an unusual stranger in the light garden. I advise you to
be on the lookout. There was something strangely
peculiar about him, but I couldn't figure out what it
was. Oh, and I hope you enjoy the book. Good night
Sir.
----One hour later---- Viv pops into the
Egg Room to make sure the midnight snack supplies were
ample, noticed the box on the floor marked To Kestryll.
She picked it up as well as the box on the table, then
zipped out, back to where ever she always
goes.
---------------------------- "Where
are the donuts?" - Atrus (realMyst) Save URU Live
Way past. Time to
leave things for FrontMullet to carry on with, too bad
he's sleeping in Speedy's story line. That Monty Python
song was unbelievable. And they said there wasn't a
lavatory in
Uru.
---------------------------- "Where are
the donuts?" - Atrus (realMyst) Save URU Live
After having slept way too short,
grassie wakes up feeling pain in his front paws." All
that running around and highspeed digging isn't very
healthy for my paws. does any of you happen to have
something to soothe the pain?
What we did in
Live, Echoes in Eternity. Mental sanity is making
good use of insanity. The White Ferret is still here, Just try to get me
away and I'll bite!!
Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
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Oh, Grassie! You poor darling ... c'mon
to the cell and you can have my Frangelico. It's all I
have but it might make you feel better.
Elkae
rinses out the glass, fills it and sets it down for her
dear friend. She waits and when he doesn't come, she
sadly remembers why. He's trapped with Speedy,
FrontMullet, Mr.D and Dr. Warrell. She runs to the cell
door and begins to shout.
Guard! Guard!
Please help!
One of the badger guards
approaches.
You've been chasing my friends
who are, I assure you, of the best intentions. One of
them is in need. Will you help him?
She hands
the glass of Frangelico to the badger
guard.
Please, I beg you. Take this to
him.
Tears begin to fill Elkae's eyes as she
realizes she's not likely to get help from the badgers.
But this badger took the glass and
left.
____________________ Did someone
say coffee?
[This message was edited by Elkae
on Tue April 20 2004 at 10:51 PM.]
Thank you for the offer,
I'll be over as soon as possible. Guess we'll have to
lose the badgers first who are chasing us. Sorry to
say, that I'm no big help in evolving the story.
Especially now, when this night I only had about three
hours of sleep in total. /
A knock is heard
on the door where the runaways are hiding. " We call
a momentary truce, the prisoner has send some powerful
medicine for the hurt one in your midst." One of the
badgers outside says. FM and Dr. Warrel carefully
open the door just a crack and pick up the glass that is
standing just outside the door. "Give our thanks to
the prisoner, the runaways say , through the again
closed door." Grassie takes a few sips, and clearly
it eases his sores. He then gives the rest of the glass
to his friends, and each of them takes a small sip as
well. They needed that!!
the Local Lunatic
advises: Mental sanity is making good use of
insanity.
The White Ferret is still here, Just
try to get me away and I'll bite!!
Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
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Elkae hoped the only medicine she had
would reach her friend and be of at least some small
comfort. Then suddenly something dawned on her. How did
she know Grassie was in
trouble? ____________________ Did someone
say coffee?
[This message was edited by Elkae
on Tue April 20 2004 at 10:58 PM.]
"You look familiar," said Ronda, eyeing
George as she helped Merlin with the books in the dark
room.
"Hey," said George, still nursing his
hammered paw. "Are you two gonna help set up the med
station or what?"
"Med station?" Ronda let Merlin
take the two books she was holding. She blinked at the
squee. "That," she said firmly, "is a really good idea.
However, Mer and I just narrowly escaped a horrifying
transdimensional occurrence and I'm starving." She put a
hand on Merlin's shoulder. "You okay with
those?"
"Of course, m'lady," Merlin said
gallantly. Ronda squelched the impulse to begin
singing Dulcinea's lines from Don Quixote. She was
fairly certain Merlin wasn't ready for that kind of
thing.
"Groovy. I'm going to get out of the
squee's way and head for the Egg Room. Shall I set up a
plate for you?"
"Please do."
"Any
preferences? What do Sages eat,
anyway?"
"Parsley."
"Ah. And
Rosemary..."
"Yes...and..."
"Got it."
Waving jauntily, she climbed down the ladder, glad there
was at last a ladder, thanking George for it as she
went.
Down in the Egg Room, she piled her plate
with donuts and hash browns, even though by her internal
clock it was getting close to bedtime. Still, she liked
the symmetry of eating the same things right before and
after sleep. Merlin's plate she filled with healthier,
more savory foodstuffs.
In cavern: Ronda KI #
589268 - Atrus shard ~ TMP When the going gets weird,
the weird turn pro.
Great galloping
gondarks! Ten pages, you guys! Sheesh! Ten pages I had
to catch up on in ONE DAY! LOL!!!! Ok, Veronica is
calling Seymour her Precious... Elkae's booklist has
made me fall off the chair several times... Kestryll has
flipped his ponytail...
And can I
have that talking tire guage from the Eddie Bauer
thermos page? No idea what I'd do with it, but, hey, it
talks!
In cavern:
Ronda KI # 589268 - Atrus shard ~ TMP When the
going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
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Bizzy toddled up to the Egg Room to socialize for a
moment with Ronda and grab another handful of shortbread
cookies at the same time. He could tell by the look in
her eyes that she was in no mood to dally with an old
gnome half her size. So he bid her farewell for the
evening and headed back to his secret room to carry on
his usual nocturnal
bizziness.
***
Meanwhile, in Teledahn
prison, Elkae was falling fast asleep yet
again.
Disconcerted, Ronda watched Bizzy toddle
into the Egg Room and grab the shortbread cookies. She
had taken in the squirrel, the squee, and glimpses of
Speedy and Grassie with equinamity, but something about
the gnome made her nervous. Possibly this had to do with
nefarious plots she'd considered regarding the tacky
ceramic garden ornaments her mother and grandmother had
been so fond of.
She managed a polite if wobbly
greeting and farewell, and was left alone again.
Drat! she thought. He took all the
shortbread! Not that she needed any, being of more
than a sufficiency already.
Wondering if perhaps
Merlin had been waylaid by the urge to enter another
imaginary elevator on his way from Thietris' office next
door, she finished off the last of her
less-than-Atkinsian snack. "I still haven't been into
WHOOPS yet!" she reminded herself. And there was always
the possibility Boatingirl had new theories to think
about...and collect clandestine samples for... And
was Grizz back yet? The cavern created odd echoes. She
thought she'd heard more voices raised than Kestryll's,
but she wasn't certain.
Merlin, in fact, had
simply been distracted by Kestryll's mad haring through
the hood after errant cones.
In cavern:
Ronda KI # 589268 - Atrus shard ~ TMP When the
going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
Thietris Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
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Professor T yawned and stretched, and
made his way over to his desk.
"What's this?
Cornish Nuts. Roasting - Lifting and separating.
Hmm. I'll need some equipment for this. I wonder if
DISCO could supply me with a brazier."