Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
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"If you are Thietris (and I doubt
that you are) what would a man ... er ... squirrel of
your stature ... er ... position be doing sitting in
here by the W.C.?"
Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
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And so Professor T remained in the
classroom talking to the absent Merlin (who had escaped
the torment of the loo many hours earlier and retreated
to the S.T.O.N.E. room).
CC eventually gave up
looking for the Professor and linked back to her
Relto.
Boatingirl eventually substituted as the
guest speaker.
And poor Cordelia took the brunt
of it all as soon as she came
in.
Cordelia sat in front of her computer
checking her email. She had hoped to see a note from
Elkae telling her that the parcel had arrived, but so
far there was nothing.
"Mmmm I do hope that it
was delivered correctly this time and that Kestryll
hasn't let me down again" she mutters to
herself.
Just as she is starting to daydream
about that nice young man RW who used to come into the
Institution, but who she hasn't seen for some time now,
she realised that she had duties to perform.
She
rushes out of her office and down in the elevator to the
courtyard, just in time to see the angry CC linking back
to her Relto.
She rushes into the Professors
office and discover Thietris apparently talking to
himself. Uncertain as to whether to interrupt or just
ignore it, Cordelia enters the office.
"Err, is
everything alright sir?" she asks.
Thietris looks
up startled and then tells her about the strange woman
who wouldn't believe that he was the
professor.
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Assistant to Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of
Advanced Exploration of Myst Worlds
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Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
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When Cordelia got back to her office
she noticed a new e-mail from Elkae.
Subject:
My Badger Fetish
Dear Cordelia,
Did you
forget about me? Or were you unable to find one at the
DISCO? If Grizz doesn't have a fetish, please ask
Kestryll to get one on the surface. I've GOT to have one
as soon as possible. My life may depend on
it.
Grizz links in, bemused, with his
morning face on. (You know the one; puffy eyes, 'needs
coffee' sign flashing on the forehead, eyebrows playing
tug-a-war for the nose, that face.)
He bows to
the whole hood for all that happened during the night.
Wonders whether he could get a written transcript read
to him at breakfast in the egg room every morning along
with the scrambled eggs and kippers.
He goes to
the egg room to
see.
_______________________________ The DISCO
- for high fashion in your hood!
When Veronica arrived at the Institute,
she headed straight for WHOOPS to say good morning to
Seymour. As she walked into the store, she saw Chere
watering the plants. "I say there, we have not met, my
name is Veronica Fairchild." Whenever Veronica
introduces herself you expect trumpet sounds to play, as
she always makes such a presentation out of
it.
Elkae stared
at the scene before her for quite some time before
closing the door and heading straight back to the prison
cell. As soon as she arrived she dashed off a quick
e-mail to Cordelia. If Cordelia couldn't find a fetish
soon ... no. Cordelia had never let her down yet and she
wouldn't let her down this time. Unfortunately, time
wasn't on Elkae's side. And neither were the
badgers.
***
Ancient Badger rolled
the identical badger fetishes over and over in his paw.
How cool and smooth they felt to the touch. He was
fortunate young Hopping Badger had intercepted the
package and brought it
here.
After filling a plate with breakfast,
and pouring a cup of coffee (weaker than the coffee at
the DISCO, but enough caffeine to get things
jump-started) he sits on a window ledge and
enjoys.
When he is done, he carefully puts trash
where trash goes, pausing a moment to wonder about how
it gets removed from the egg room. Then he goes out,
whistling, and makes his way down to the DISCO, where he
begins the process of creating a real cup of
coffee.
_______________________________ The
DISCO - for high fashion in your hood!
Cordelia hears an email come in and
rushes to her office to read it (she has that URU
linking sound to signify an email has come
in).
She sits and looks at the email from Elkae
in disbelief
"I don't
believe it," she grumbles "Kestryll has let me down
yet again" she is now very angry as you can tell
from the bold type in her post
She leaves her
office and shouts so loudly for Kestryll the whole of
the Institution jumps and rushes to see what's going
on.
Since Kestryll does not appear she returns to
her office, ignoring everyone else asking her what the
matter is, and quickly types out a note for Kestryll
which she immediately sends to the hood imager. "I know,
I know, the imager isn't supposed to be for these sorts
of messages but I need to get hold of him urgently"
The message
says:
Kestryll, I don't believe you've let me
down once again. It would appear that Elkae has still
not received that package and now that it has left my
office I hold you entirely responsible. Please return to
the prison and find out why it has not been delivered to
her - I insist that you hand it to her in
person.
Storming down to the imager to check
the message is displaying, she bumps into Grizz who is
on his out of the Egg Room after eating his
breakfast.
"Morning Grizz," she says briefly
"sorry I can't stop, I have an emergency going down" and
she rushes past him nearly knocking him off his
feet.
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President and Managing Director, Institution of
Advanced Exploration of Myst Worlds
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Dr Osmostien and Ukoi talked to one
another for a few minutes in native Osmoian. When they
were done, Dr Osmostien turned around and said to the
forumites, "Give us a few hours and ve'll think of
something. In the meantime, if you go through the study
and take the other door, you vill find some beds. Go to
sleep to refresh yourselves," said Dr
Osmostien. "Oh... ok, thanks," said Grassie, pleased
he was going to get more sleep. Everyone but FM were
gracious for the extra time to sleep. FM was suspicious
on what would happen when they were asleep. Maybe Dr
Osmostien will turn on them and give them to the
badgers! "I'm not tired," said FM. "No wonder. You
had a good extra few hours of sleep because of the good
bonk Dr Osmostien gave you," Speedy chuckled. So it's
Dr Osmostien then, FM thought, making a note to correct
his journal. Also he made note to get more
mushrooms.
Studying gives you knowledge.
Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. I am learning how to
be corrupt.
While everyone else was asleep, FM
looked at a paragraph on native Osmonian in front of
him, which he'd transcribed from the Professors'
conversation. So far he hadn't been able to make heads
nor tails of it...and what he'd managed to translate
meant they were either talking about an incoming meteor
shower or an invasion of turnips.
While everyone
slept peacefully, FM continued writing notes, and after
some time, took a spoon from the tray of food that had
been left behind for him, moved a painting on the wall
aside, and began to scape the cave walls away
slowly..
Suddenly, he heard footsteps outside,
and he quickly put the spoon in his pocket, moved the
painting back into its place and ran back to his seat,
where he continued writing in his diary and trying to
translate the Professors' conversation, and find out
what their evil plans
were...
FrontMullet Investigative
Researcher/Hermit Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
George woke up from a peaceful sleep.
He'd decided last night, after stocking the medical
supplies, that the treatment bed needed testing before
entrusting some poor sick/injured researcher to it.
Therefore, he'd given it a through eight-hour
test.
"Well, that bed's safe to be used," George
squeeked as he stretched himself enthusiasticly. "Time
for breakfast."
He scurried down the cave wall.
Rumor had it that the catering service had finally
imported some barnacle fruit and he wanted to take
advantage of it.
However, in his enthusiasm, he
didn't pay enough attention to where he was going and
barreled right into the institution's guest
speaker.
"Uff!" he grunted, looking down at the
heap of speaker on the floor. "So sorry,
ma'am."
Meanwhile, the traffic cones continued to
wait, biding their time...
Veronica looked around the store and
listened while Chere explained some of the plant growing
processes. Veronica had decided that since Chere
belonged to Seymour, she was someone worth
getting to know better.
Before leaving WHOOPS,
Seymour pulled her aside to show her the new line of
plush animal toys he wanted to add to the store. He
thought it would be an appropriate addition. The toy made Veronica laugh
out loud, a rare sound indeed, but one that should be
shared more often.
Waving to Seymour, Veronica
walked down the stairs to the DISCO.
"Good
morning, Grizz!!," she yelled, "Did you save me some
coffee?!"
Experimental Program 1
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