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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Merlin
in the Institution and Mysti in the A&C Team Bahro
Agents Infiltration, Rescue, Espionage, and
Puzzle-Solving
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."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Merlin
in the Institution and Mysti in the A&C Team Bahro
Agents Infiltration, Rescue, Espionage, and
Puzzle-Solving
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.
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.
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.
Yes, I know, that
is really evil and nasty.
[This message was
edited by rohnerw on Wed April 21 2004 at 01:59
PM.]
"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.
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.
Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
posted
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.
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.]
Four pages to go and
I've already choked on my
Doritos... ___________________________________________
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.]
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...
___________________________ 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!
T.W.I.T. I might be
able to handle, but the rest would be a little much for
a title... Or maybe just
'Scourge of Traffic
Cones'...
___________________________ 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.]
Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
posted
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.
Experimental Program
1
Fashionable umbrellas for fashionable people, any time,
any place, any where!
Bizzy sees the lights come on at Heek, Inc., and
makes a mad dash to the door.
