"I see... do you do this often?"
thinks Dr. Warrell.
"No. It is very tiring. I
must go, I want to contact the others."
"Bye,"
thinks Dr. Warrell.
OOC: I figured that since
GS can use telekinesis, I can utilize a teensy-weensyy
bit of telepathy. After all, it's not magic, it's
tapping into special brain-powers. However, if the
Honourable Professor Thietris requests it, I will remove
this.
PS:Which I can do now that we have the
"Delete Post" ability again.
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.
Veronica was holding onto
Grizz for dear life, but suddenly she felt herself being
pulled away, as if a pair of invisible hands had her by
the shoulders. She looked at Grizz with horror in her
eyes, but before she could utter a sound, she linked
away. When she came back to herself, she was standing
inside a round room. It seemed vaguely familiar, but she
could not quite place it. Then suddenly she felt her
Relto book being wrenched from her hip and she turned
around to see him snarling at her. "What kept you?
I've been waiting for a very long time." Veronica backed
away and came up against the wall. She turned and looked
outside and then realized where she was.
Urudawg and a few of his business
associates, having become used to Seymour running around
the Institution, see no need to chase him, especially
with the likelihood of another unwanted musical
interlude.
Jade
There
was another "Quit Complaining" shot, but I thought 'good
taste' and our family rating required that the elephant
helper picture not be posted here.
---------------------------- Master
of Manipulating Stories (MOMS) Director of
Redirecting Kinesis (DORK)
Wonders what the
professor decided to do. Did he follow Grizz and
Veronica, or did he decide it was itme to go back out,
link to his Relto, and head to the hood for some cocoa
from his ever faithful Cordelia, and his cozy
drawer?
_______________________________ Co-Owner
The DISCO in the Hood.
Professor T hesitated before jumping
into the pit. When he did finally take the plunge he
found himself ... in a small furnished room. He was
lying on a single bed, which was along the left-hand
wall. The wall was covered in an old-fashioned flowery
wallpaper.
The professor rose from the bed. Along
the opposite wall was a desk and chair. On the desk was
a clean blotter and a lamp with a shade. Over the desk
was an old print:
There was a
sash window in the wall facing the window. Thietris
peered out at a grey, nondescript sort of day. Beyond
the rough lawn in front of the building was a high stone
wall and a few trees. The season was like late summer in
England. The window was closed.
Behind the bed,
and to one side of it, was a panelled door with a dull
brass knob. Thietris tried turning the knob, but it
wouldn't move. In fact there was no movement in the door
at all, no matter how much he pushed and
pulled.
Chuckles58 and Wilson were relaxing
in the easy chairs in the WSA security office recreation
room.
Yes,
the women's beach volleball over the weekend was lots of
fun. I can't tell you how much I admire good athletes.
But then things are
always slower during the week. I was transferred to a
youth camp. Now you can see why I had no choice but to
take a vacation. Those working conditions were just
unbearable. I had no idea it would be such a dirty
job:
Meanwhile, a taped football game between the
Washington Redskins and the New England Patriots was
playing on the big screen TV.
---------------------------- Master of
Manipulating Stories (MOMS) Director of Redirecting
Kinesis (DORK)
Professor, I think I am
really concerned for your safety. If that is a picture
of L&C and Sacagawea, assuming the era of the room
is as you indicate...well. I don't want to be alarmest,
but with you being a squirrel. I think squirrel was
invited to dinner a lot in that era, if you get my
drift.
Perhaps you should
try a disquise, or at least hide the tail?
Yes,
what has happend to your title? Are you disappearing?
Has the Institute suddenly vanished from existence? Is
there some kind of a temporal distortion going on? This
is most disconcerting!
Professor T rose from the bed and looked
out of the window. The view was dull and unchanging. He
tried to pull up the sash pane, but it was stuck ... or
locked.
He looked under the bed - nothing there
except a large, white china bowl. He jumped up and down
on the bare floor. It sounded solid. He examined every
inch of the walls, floor and ceiling for signs of a
secret entrance. ... Nothing.
He reached under
the bed for the bowl. It had a handle on one side. Hmmm,
shall I? he thought.
And so begins the
professor's latest adventure. Don't miss the next
instalment of:
The Title of
Thietris
[This message was edited by Thietris
on Wed May 05 2004 at 02:41 PM.]
"Hey! Where is
everyone!" Grassie yelled. "Allo! I'm over here!"
shouted Speedy. "Well, yeah, so we can tell, but
where is that in relation to where I am!" asked
Grassie. "Well, where are you?" asked Speedy. "I'm
in a ferret cage! Can you see me!" "Umm...
no," "Oh great..." "Wait, Speedy, I can see him!"
said FM. "Ok, so FM is to the left of me..." Speedy
said aloud. "And I see you!" said Merlin. "And
you're diagonally left of me,..." said Speedy. "Now
where is Dr Warrell?" "Over here!" "Ok, diagonally
right of me! That solves things!" Speedy said. "But
wait, where is Grassie?" asked Merlin. "Diagonally
left of me!" said FM. "Would you bloody fools chime
down! The knights will be back here at any bloody
moment!" came a new, deep male voice. "Who is that?"
shouted FM. "And where are you?" shouted
Grassie.
(note, the prison cells/cages are
arranged as such: the door is of traditional pipe while
the other three walls are of a harder material, probably
some sort of stone, so the people in the cell can only
really see what is ahead of them. The birdcage and
ferret cage are of traditional design, buit Grassie's
roof is really low while Speedy has a very limiting
moving area around her)
Co-Manager of Age &
Country Hotel; Capable of Undertaking Treacherous
Explorations
Experimental Program 1
Chuckles, one
more.
est place to
chill!)
Jade 
Yes,
the women's beach volleball over the weekend was lots of
fun. I can't tell you how much I admire good athletes.
But then things are
always slower during the week. I was transferred to a
youth camp. Now you can see why I had no choice but to
take a vacation. Those working conditions were just
unbearable. I had no idea it would be such a dirty
job:
An umbrella isn't just
for Christmas, it's for life!
Co-Manager of Age &
Country Hotel; 