Cordelia jumps when Mr()D suddenly
bounces in front of her
"Oh hello MrD,"
she says rather nervously "you gave me such a fright.
It's been so quiet here I get used to the sound of my
own footsteps echoing around the hood. It reminds me of
February 10th when........."
She stops short when
she realises that she was about to refer to that fateful
day that must never be mentioned
"Would you like
some cocoa, MrD. I'm about to make a new brew - I know
it's a bit early but I thought you might like to sample
it"
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 walks across to the Egg Room
and boils up the milk, then she puts a measure each of
cocoa, acorn mead and rum into a clean pan and pours on
the boiling milk, stirring furiously to make sure that
it is all mixed together.
Then she pours the
cocoa mix into two mugs and hands one to
MrD.
"Your good health, MrD" she says smiling and
takes a sip from her own mug. "Mmmm this is good"
she says with a large grin on her face. "I hope the
professor isn't gone too long, he'll be very upset he
missed this."
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!
MrD took hold of the mug with both hands
and sniffed it gingerly. He then looked at Cordelia and
wondered if her smile wasn't just a little
brighter than normal. Still, he couldn't see any
smoke coming out of her ears.
He had a tentative
sip, in the manner of Cordelia.
Are we meant to
drink it like this, decorously, one sip at a time, or
like tequila?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ URU
ambassador to Elkae's relto (the est place to
chill!)
Somewhere in the depths of the DISCO,
Kestryll receives another telegram...
Dude.
Lucky squirrel. Hmm... Cordelia's mixing hot cocoa with
acorn mead and rum? oh, dear... Sounds highly unstable.
I think I'll stay down here...
Kest burns the
telegram and goes back to sweeping.
Valderi,
Valdera, Valder hahahahah
*cough*
___________________________ 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!
There was a short pause
while nothing happened. The time from a barely
discernable change to MrD's face to the gamut of colours
across it was no more than the blink of an eye. Like a
rainbow in shades of white, pink, red and purple it
went, each shade chasing the other quickly across MrD's
face.
Two eye-blinks later, MrD's whole body
began to quiver, then vibrate. Another eye-blink later,
a small, paraffin-like flame could be seen through MrD's
spring. An eye-blink after that, with a roar and a
whoosh of flame, MrD soared up into the sky over the
neighbourhood. Cordelia barely managed to jump out of
the way in the nick of time as MrD took off.
MrD
had no control over where he was going. Like an inflated
balloon that's been released without being tied, MrD
careened over the neighbourhood, sometimes bouncing off
an object, sometimes skimming just above the ground. Had
you been able to see his face, you would have seen an
insane grin apparently melted into it.
Slowly the
gyrations ceased as the fuel burned out of his system.
Eventually he landed, bounced, skidded about, and came
to rest on his side at Cordelia's feet.
After a
few moments, when he'd got his breath back he
said
I say!!! Would you help me up?
Hic!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ URU
ambassador to Elkae's relto (the est place to
chill!)
[This message was edited by Mr Zebe D on
Tue May 04 2004 at 12:38 PM.]
Hi all! I apologize for not being around
all day, I've been highly occupied. I am performing here
at the Stienway Piano Conservatory in an hour so I have
to prepare, but I'll be back about 8PM EST.
Wish
me luck!
PS:It's a piano performance, just so
you know.
Merlin
(just a nickname) in the Institution and Mysti in the A&C Team Bahro
Agents Will help any one who needs help and do
anything that needs doing.
As he walked from the 17th green
towards the 18th tee, Chuckles58 thought about the
history, the legacy that the San Andreas course means in
the history of golf. Just then the ground began to
shake. The flagsticks on the course began to sway.
Annika, Tigger and Chuckles found it difficult to
stand.
I meant St Andrews, not San
Andreas!
Immediately the earthquake ceased,
and things were as they had been moments before. He
resumed his reminiscing of the beauty of the
course.
Yes, it had
been a memorable day's golf. As they approached the 18th
tee, Chuckles motioned to Tigger that he had honors and
would tee first. As they looked out over the final hole,
they all realized that something was not
right.
This doesn't look like the 18th hole.
Chuckles
pulled out his cellphone, and called his personal
secretary.
Miss Arwen, could you
see if anybody is sitting at my workstation? ... Thanks,
I'll be through here shortly.
Round's young
son was playing a Sesame Street learning game on his
workstation. Arwen quickly moved the boy to another
computer.
The 18th hole returned to its usual
glorious
appearance.
---------------------------- Master
of Manipulating Stories (MOMS) Director of
Redirecting Kinesis (DORK)
Tigger stepped up to the 18th tee box. As he was in
the process of swinging
...
<<<BRIIIINNNGGGGG>>>
Tigger
staggers, then hits the ball, but off line. It squirted
25 yards off to the right, into deep rough. Chuckles
reaches to answer his cellphone.
Oh, hello dear. I'm
just finishing up my round of golf at St Andrews. Can I
call you back, there's a mad golfer bouncing at me
waving a Great Big Bertha ... no I'm not being chased by
a large woman, it's a name for a club ... gotta
run.
Tigger finally calms down.
Next it was Annika's turn.
She swung and hit the ball way down the
fairway.
Nice shot Annie.
Chuckles hit his ball straight and long. It cozied up
next to Annika's.
Tigger hit his out to the
fairway and again toward the green, but was lying three
barely past the other two. Chuckles hits next, with his
ball stopping three feet short of the pin.
Annika
prepared to hit her second shot, when
...
Chuckles began to whisper to Tigger, I
still can't believe this isn't real, but just a computer
game within a computer game ...
At the moment
Annika hit the ball, the holodeck control arch appeared
right in front of the tee box. <<<CLUNK>>>>
Now
it's Annika that starts chasing Chuckles with a nine
iron. She calms down, then Chuckles magnanimously offers
her a free do-over. Chuckles pushes the "Hide" button on
the arch and it disappears.
She addresses the
ball and hits it, still steamed over the disruption. Her
ball lands on the green, but slides 15 feet past the
flagstick.
Tigger hits his approach shot, it
lands in front of the green, then rolls on ... and on
... it just might be ...
<PLUNK>
It's in the
hole!
As they approach the green, the other
two congratulate Tigger for his par, as he finishes at
six under. Next Annie lines up her putt, and hits it
true. It began to slow, then barely turn. The edge of
the ball stopped hanging halfway over the edge. She
tapped in for her par. Annika is also at six
under.
Chuckles lines up his putt. Feeling bad
about his distracting behavior, he decides to putt left
of the hole, to tie the others. He taps the ball, it
rolls left of the hole. As it slows down, it is obvious
it will miss the hole. As Tigger and Annika begin to
smile, the ground to the left of the hole begins to
bulge upward. The bulge diverts the ball at the last
moment ... into ... the ... cup.
What's going on
here?
---------------------------- Master of
Manipulating Stories (MOMS) Director of Redirecting
Kinesis (DORK)
[This message was edited by
Chuckles58 on Tue May 04 2004 at 04:08 PM.]
Merlin, FM,
and Dr Warrell continued to eat the Negilahian food.
Speedy joined Grassie on the floor. "Everything ok?"
Speedy asked. "I don't know... I don't fully trust
that food. How do we know that it is safe stuff to eat?"
asked Grassie. "FM said it was good..." Speedy
said. "As in taste, but not in toxicity..." Grassie
said as he licked his paws. "Oh you do have a
point... but why would you think..." Speedy started and
then stopped. Dead silence came from her. "What?
Speedy?" asked Grassie. "I was remembering my room. I
found an imager, and when I pressed a button, a face
appeared... and he said the most horrid things! If I
even repeat it, you would cringe!" Speedy
explained. "Wait! When did this happen!" Grassie said
in alarm. "Before Dr Warrell fell..." Speedy
said. "Why didn't you mention it before?!" asked
Grassie. "Because I was busy rescuing Dr Warrell and
Merlin..." Speedy said with a 'duh' tone. "Oh yeah...
oh no! Hopefully nothing bad happens, but at least we
have an idea that we are not alone..." Grassie
said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elsewhere
in Negilahn: "Sir! We have the location of the
visitors! They are in the kitchen!" "Good job, knave.
Keep an eye on them... they should be sleeping rather
soon..." "What are they though, sir?" "I believe
some weird form of a bird... at least one of them is
one, so I saw from the imager... blasted bird! It was
sitting at my desk!" cue the dramatic
music!
Co-Manager of Age & Country Hotel; Capable of
Undertaking Treacherous Explorations
The three explorers
top another hill. They are getting a little tired. But
on the other side of this one, there is something a
little different. They all stop and look.
That looks suspiciously
like a deep cave. And it's certinly big enough for them
to walk upright into it. Yet, there is something just a
little unnerving about it. There is no sign of any
movement or anything.
Grizz says, "Well, the path
seems to lead right to that cave. I suppose this is why
we came. I suppose we ought to just go on down there and
investigate."
But he doesn't move. None of them
seems overly eager to take a look in that
cave.
Veronica, sitll holding the professor,
looks nervous. She holds him up and looks him in the
eye.
"What do you think, sir?" she
says.
The professor looks at her, then turns and
looks at the cave. He looks at Grizz, then back at
Veronica. Then he smiles.
"Nothing ventured,
nothing gained!" he says. "We might as well
see."
So, gathering into a little tighter group,
they start down the hill. They are getting quite close,
when suddenly Veronica gasps, and says...
"What
was that? I saw something move in there! This is scary.
Don't you think we should go back. What if it's more of
those blue monkeys? How do we know what we'll find.
Can't we just wait until tomorrow."
Grizz and the
professor both raise a digit, but before they can apply
them, she gulps, and goes silent.
Turning back,
they look hard at the cave. Suddenly there is movement!
There is no mistake. Something large is moving in
there.
They immediately seek cover behind some
bushes, watching and waiting. In a moment, a figure comes out of the dark cave and
stands staring off into the distance.
Then he
turns and looks directly at the place where they are
hiding.
"Well," it says. "I can't thee you, but I
know you're there. I can thmell you, and hear you, and
my guardth thaw you long ago. You might ath well come on
down and letth get
acquainted."
_______________________________ Co-Owner
The DISCO in the Hood.
OOC:A prairie dog with a lisp... very
original indeed.
Thaks all for the encouraging
words, it went off without a hitch. I played Bagatelle
in D Major, by Beethoven, Mazurka in G minor, by Chopin,
Sonata in D minor by Domenico Scarlatti, and Gigue in B
flat, by J.S. Bach. I would have been back sooner but
there was a Q&A afterwards and I didn't think it
would take so long.
Wow, Speedy certainly has
made quite a build-up! I'll have to think what to write
for a while.
Merlin
(just a nickname) in the Institution and Mysti in the A&C Team Bahro
Agents Will help any one who needs help and do
anything that needs doing.
Experimental Program 1
An umbrella isn't just
for Christmas, it's for life!
est place to
chill!)
,
M. Good luck 
I meant St Andrews, not San
Andreas!
This doesn't look like the 18th hole.
Tigger stepped up to the 18th tee box. As he was in
the process of swinging
...
Next it was Annika's turn.
She swung and hit the ball way down the
fairway.
What's going on
here?
Co-Manager of Age & Country Hotel; 
