Merlin...Taking this to
PT... Speedy, Someone who's not me. I like the basic
black. Goes with everything.
___________________________ 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!
Two items of clothing
that men always look good in: 1. All black
clothing 2. Tuxes But then again, I guess they
could be the same... eh whatever. White tie looks good
too! (This is all IMHO)
Studying gives you
knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. I am
learning how to be corrupt.
"A ride in the helicopter? Oh my! Cool!
I've never been in a helicopter before, though I love
flying..." Ronda's father had been a pilot in the Air
Force, so she supposed it was genetic. "I'm a little
unclear, though," she continued, thinking. "How can I
get UP to the ceiling? Won't there be a little problem
like rotor blades in the way?"
"Forsooth!" said
Merlin. "Tis an enchanted helicopter and can fly easily
upside-downmost."
"Oh. Well, that
helps."
A short time later, near the cavern
ceiling: Ronda was securing her gear and harness and
triple checking her Relto book, though it had never
failed her even after all the storms in EdKe and her
frequent bouts of fountain-dancing.
"Okay,
Merlin, I'm good to g--- Merlin?" She shook the young
sorcerous pilot gently. Somehow he had fallen alseep,
but still retained enough control of the craft to
maintain its inverted position. Not bad... Ronda
recalled her brother's tale of helicopter flying lessons
-- such vehicles were no easy matter to maneuver.
Perhaps Merlin wasn't alseep...? Just
daydreaming?
Merlin came to himself with a start.
"M'lady it's not safe!" he cried, quite in
earnest.
Ronda smiled and patted his arm. "Of
course not, what fun would that be? But really, it's
pretty darn safe. Base linking, after all, is my hobby.
...even if it is on accident most of the time..." She
hoped he hadn't heard her last mumble.
"But your
Relto book could fail, you could faint..." Merlin had
the uneasy feeling he had spoken these words before, and
that disaster lay at the end of them.
Ronda
raised her eyebrows at him. "I," she said clearly and
carefully, "NEVER faint." But to take any sting from her
words, she gave Merlin a sort of sideways hug, patted
his arm again and made her way to the door of the
helicopter.
This being an enchanted helicopter,
gravity had kindly pretended to be aiming toward the
vehicle's floor, rather than the way it really was, if
that makes any sense...which it doesn't necessarily have
to of course. Ronda saw she would have to negotiate a
gravity gradient or field in flux to get to the
irregular stone before her feet. The moment she stepped
from Merlin's demesne, her 'down' would quite abruptly
be 'up'. And vicey-versey.
"This is gonna be a
bit tricky," she whispered, crouching to survey the
stalactites before her...which looked like stalagmites
but weren't...
{{{{{Everyone}}}}}
Late as usual but happy 100 pages and 2000 posts!
And I think
that lavender outfit looks like something from ST:The
Next Generation... And dress uniforms,
Speedy! But you're right about
the tuxes, hence the reason the design hasn't changed
greatly for, what, a hundred years?
In cavern:
Ronda KI # 589268 - Atrus shard ~ TMP When the
going gets weird, the weird turn pro.
Yay! 100pages! And I
was NOT asleep at the time...or at school...I promise!
((((Everyone))) Speedy, why am I the one who is
always getting tranquilised and knocked out? You better
be paying my insurance for this...I wonder what the
dental plan is like for the
Institution...
OT: Sometime after waking up
and partying..FM realised that the badger's tinfoil hat
was STILL on his head...after an anxious several minutes
of trying to remove it, he resigned himself to leaving
it on until he needed to take it off again.
He
had however managed to find some time to inspect the
mushrooms from the Badger Age, and had done a small,
quick test on their ingredients. Not suprising to him,
he found large traces of a bright orange glowly
substance in the mushrooms....his mushroom-induced trips
on the Badger Age had been caused by the
algae..
Although having enough drugs for one
millenium (not to mention being underage), FM sat back
in the fountain with a nice mug of warm
cocoa..
FrontMullet Investigative
Researcher/Hermit Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
Thietris Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
posted
Professor T read through Speedy's note.
Then he looked at his list of available research
projects. Ah! Here we are. They seem to be an
adventurous bunch, so I think this might be just the
thing: "Conjecture on the morphology and habits of
Negilahn wildlife".
He opened his desk drawer and
took out a copy of the page he'd found in the
museum. Hmmm. Now, nobody's been there yet, so nobody
knows what to expect. I have heard that's it some kind
of jungle. It could be dangerous and normally I'd want
to test this out first. On the other hand, we know it's
an Age that will be explored - and Speedy's team
is adventurous. It would be nice to have an
accurate preview.
Professor T went to his safe
and unlocked it. He picked up a book and looked briefly
at the cover. He returned to his desk and looked again
at the project title. Then he deleted the words
"Conjecture on".
"Oh, good morning, Cordelia. It
looks like being another fine day."
Codelia had
entered the office with a wheelbarrow filled with heavy
rubble and a shovel.
"You know, Cordelia, I think
you deserve a few days' holiday."
quote:
Originally posted by frontmullet: Sometime after
waking up and partying..FM realised that the badger's
tinfoil hat was STILL on his head...after an anxious
several minutes of trying to remove it, he resigned
himself to leaving it on until he needed to take it
off again.
FM you will probably find that when you
next go to your closet in your Relto and change into a
new hat or hairdo the tinfoil hat will automatically
remove itself
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!
Reaching the bottom rung of the
ladder, Veronica sighed in relief. She was terrified of
heights and glad to be back on the ground. Keeping an
eye overhead to watch for the "demon-bird" as she now
thought of it, she quickly made her way to the next
house.
Grizz was limping behind her. "Grizz, I'm
real sorry about that Armani suit." He looked down at
the suit that was now covered with dust, mud and
mushroom spores. He shrugged. Veronica tried not to
laugh at him, but he looked so funny in his well-worn
suit and unraveling white socks. "I'll buy you a new
one," she promised, forgetting momentarily that there
was no way she could afford such a thing
now.
Grizz looked down at himself too, almost
surprised that he was in such a state. But considering
what had happened, it was no wonder. He chuckled,
wondering what Veronica would say if she could look in
her own mirror right now.
He chuckled about it
all the way up the ladder. It was dark inside, and at
first he didn't see Veronica. Then he saw her over near
one wall. She was brushing the dust off
something.
_______________________________ The
DISCO - for high fashion in your hood!
"GRIZZ!!" She yelled so loud that the
dust shook loose from the wooden beams overhead and fell
on their heads. Coughing and choking, she turned around
to see him standing in the doorway covered in a new
layer of dust. "Oh, there you are. Look at this!" She
handed him a book.
Thietris Professor Thietris Squirrel, CEO,
President and Managing Director, Institution of Advanced Exploration
of Myst Worlds
posted
Boatingirl, Chuckles: Am enjoying the baseball
discussion. Being in the UK, I'm completely ignorant on
the subject, and my only knowledge of the game derives
from Charlie Brown cartoons. I was in Central Park last
year and it was interesting seeing the kids playing
baseball - a refreshing change from English
football.
Grizz took it. He carried it closer to
the door to get more light with Veronica crowding in
close to look over his shoulder. He blew some dust off
the cover and put it so the light could hit it fully.
_______________________________ The
DISCO - for high fashion in your hood!
Veronica strained to see the cover and
then Grizz was hit with a barrage of
questions.
"Oh...can we look inside? Is it a
linking book? Will you open it? Where does it go? May I
borrow it for a minute? Should we take it with us? Why
would the DRC leave a book behind?"
She leaned
over his shoulder to tried to remove the book from his
hands.
"Whoa!" he said. "Before we even look
inside, we have to make a decision. Are we going to use
the book, and if we do, how are we going to take it with
us? I'm not real happy about splitting up now, and I'm
sure, although I know you'd jump at the chance, that I
don't want you linking by yourself. If we use it, we use
it together somehow, but we also need to take it with
us.? So what do you think?"
Grizz looked at
Veronica. She could have no way of knowing that this was
his final personal test for
her.
_______________________________ The DISCO
- for high fashion in your hood!
Veronica puzzled over it for a few
minutes. Her curiosity almost got the better of her
again, but instead she said reluctantly, "I suppose we
should take it back to the Institute first." She sighed.
"Yes, let's take it back to the neighborhood. I'll meet
you there." She glanced down at herself. "I'll be just a
few minutes while I change." With a smile and a wave,
she opened her Relto book and linked away.
Grizz stood and watched as Veronica
linked away. He grinned a little, and nodded his head.
Then he carefully secured the book inside his shirt, and
linked to his own
Relto.
_______________________________ The
DISCO - for high fashion in your hood!
When Veronica arrived back in her hut,
she untied the cloth that she had found and removed it
from around her belt loop. She looked at the symbol
again and wondered what it meant.
Walking to her
wardrobe and checking inside, she pushed aside the
Pierre Cardin blouse and choose a simple red-colored
cotton tee shirt instead and white denim shorts. After
cleaning up, she carefully tucked the cloth into her
pocket and then pulled the neighborhood book from the
shelf and linked away.
"Drat!" She stood
overlooking the neighborhood from the balcony. Some
things just couldn't be changed.
"Oh, I say, good
morning Professor Thietris!!!" Her voice ricocheted off
the roof and walls of the cavern.
Experimental Program 1
Merlin...Taking this to
PT...
But you're right about
the tuxes, hence the reason the design hasn't changed
greatly for, what, a hundred years? 
An umbrella isn't just
for Christmas, it's for life!
Veronica
