With a great sadness in her heart,
Cordelia reads the note to the professor. She shakes her
head and wishes that it were otherwise, however now she
sees that it is so, she resolves to be cheerful and
wishes RW the best of success with his new venture -
whatever that may be.
The professor, not noticing
Cordelia's sadness, simply states
"Oh darn,
that's another researcher gone from this establishment.
Does that mean I am going to have to run an
advertisement in the D'ni Times to fill the
position?"
Cordelia Personal
Assistant to Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of
Advanced Exploration of Myst Worlds
An umbrella isn't just
for Christmas, it's for life!
Cordelia gave the professor an irritated
look, tutted three times and slipped RW's Identity Pass
in a draw.
She hoped that RW would not be gone
too long, but then business is business and she knew
that wherever he was going he would be successful and
make good use of the opportunity afforded
him.
She stood up and turned to leave. Before she
could depart the professor called her back,
"Any
chance of a cup of coffee?" he asked.
Cordelia
turned and smiled, "Certainly Professor," she replied
"I'll bring you one
immediately."
Cordelia Personal
Assistant to Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of
Advanced Exploration of Myst Worlds
An umbrella isn't just
for Christmas, it's for life!
Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
posted
Having written Dr. Elkae into a state of limbo with
no way out, RW happily departs for a vacation in Rime.
Will either one ever be heard from again? *cue organ
music* Don't miss the next exciting episode of "Without
a Trace". And now, a word from our
sponsors.
MrD's voice can be heard from the
mushroom. (Must be a magic mushroom).
quote:
'Tis a strange place, this Limbo !--not a
Place, Yet name it so ;--where Time & weary
Space Fettered from flight, with night-mair sense
of fleeing, Strive for their last crepuscular
half-being ;-- Lank Space, and scytheless Time with
branny hands Barren and soundless as the measuring
sands, Not mark'd by flit of Shades,--unmeaning
they As Moonlight on the dial of the day ! [S T
Colerige]
Thietris Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
posted
We're all terribly confused, thought
Thietris. Except for one of us. It's time to do
something about it.
"I'm just going to the
surface, Cordelia," said Professor T
mysteriously.
A figure appeared in the desert
(rainy version). He was wearing a long raincoat, with
the collar turned up, and a pair of sunglasses. He kept
looking over his shoulder. He walked, paws deep in the
pockets, hunched against the rain, towards the shelter
of the awning of the trailer. After some effort, he
retrieved a huge newspaper from an ample inside pocket.
He unfolded the newspaper. He'd had the perspex-
perspicas- perpisaci- He'd had the foresight to cut
holes in the paper, through which he now peered. There
was no one about. He looked over his shoulder again -
first to the right, then to the left. He took out his
mobile phone and dialled a number which he had
previously committed to memory. He held the phone to his
ear.
A
small dark shadow slips from one dark shadow to another.
It's movements quick and agile. With an almost
in-audible purr it darts forward to the wedgied
door.
It hops up onto the desk, knocking the name
plate to the floor. It leaves it's little present on the
blotter and flees as quickly as it's four little paws
can manage.
It hops up to the nexus book and
vanishes with a 'whmeeoowwwmmmm.' And there, on the desk
of Professor Thietris Squirrel, lies an old cat
toy...
squeek?
___________________________ Totally
Witless & Incoherent 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!
Kestryll steps out of the Eggroom and
glances around. 'The huge book is still there. Cover's
open. Sound from WHOOPS. Strangely quite as always
though. But, one can't do research when one is sitting
around staring at books all day, now can they.' He
shrugs.
He jogs down to the DISCO and hunts
around.
Veronica? Grizz? Hello? Hellloooo....
He gives up after a quick search of the first
floor and leaves his note to Veronica on the cot in the
office.
Then he goes to get himself lost on
sub-level 2.
Sunscreen, tent, canteen,
bottled water, oh, that looks
handy...
___________________________ Totally
Witless & Incoherent 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!
Chere runs into the Shoppe. "WHOOPS,
sorry Seymour I almost ran you over. What are you doing
sleeping?" Chere's voice rises in dismay.
Seymour stumbles around and gets
dressed. With a look of distain, he says, "About time
you show up! I've been working my tail off and all
you've been doing is playing. I realize I'm the manager
but a little help from you would be welcome
occasionally"
"Sorry, Seymour. I've been
researching the Trees of Kadesh. I'll need to write up
my report for the Professor but I think I've found why
they grow so tall and are able to continue to grow with
moving man-made machines inside them," Chere
states.
"Well fine, just fine." Seymour says.
"I've been overwhelmed with special orders! I planted
one of the trees the Professor requested and
you can see from the picture that he saw it but not a
word; not a single comment did I get. I don't know if
this is what he wanted, if it's in the correct location
and then the special orders! Elkae wants flowers like in
Eder Gira, she dropped off a note yesterday. Cruiser has
opened a new office in the Hood and you know it's our
policy to send a welcoming plant. And and and YOU
haven't been here to open my food!"
"Calm down
Seymour. I'm sorry I was away so long. It's ok, just
calm down. Here's some Fancy Kitty Treats. Sorry! I'll
be around for the rest of the day and tomorrow also. Why
don't you take the days off?" Chere says.
I
should hope so, Cordelia! That last one didn't hold up
very well.
___________________________ Totally
Witless & Incoherent Thinker Owner: Kestryll Inc.
(Delivery, Catering and Liquid Spirits) Scourge of
Traffic Cones and part-time Bartender. If I can't do
it, you can!
Experimental Program 1
An umbrella isn't just
for Christmas, it's for life!
Having written Dr. Elkae into a state of limbo with
no way out, RW happily departs for a vacation in Rime.
Will either one ever be heard from again? *cue organ
music* Don't miss the next exciting episode of "Without
a Trace". And now, a word from our
sponsors.
Thietris
cats after all! 
