Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
posted
Chuckles58 decides a dip in the
fountain is just what he needs to cool off after a long
day at Magenta Planets. As Professor T and Cordie pass
by, he calls out.
Care to join
me?
Proud
Member ~~~~~~~~~ There's no place like home (except the Institution) ~~~~~~~~~
Hey! That's my Pub yer talkin' about! Can't be calling that
place low, now. The Bahro hang out there... Lesser,
perhaps, but it's as classy as it can get for a
Hole-in-the-Wall kinda joint!
___________________________ 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!
Doc: So? You are having zees
feelink's of inferiority lately? Kest: Yes, Doc, I
just feel so small and weak. I run all over the place
and do my job, but I keep running into ...
People... Doc: People? Vhat kind of people? Kest:
pulls out several photos. People like him, and him! Doc: Oh, dear. I can zee vhy
you vould be feelink a little inferior... Kest: It's
so not fair, Doc! I go to the gym! I workout! With all
the running around I do I should be buff like
them! Doc: Oh, dear. Terribly zorry, Mr. Kestryll,
but our time, it iz up! Kest: But... Doc: No,
zorry! Zee you bright und early next veek!
Gutebye! Kest: drags himself out the door and off
to the gym. Doc: Lozer.
___________________________ 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!
"I love your pub, Kestryll. It has such
an atmosphere. I always try and imagine what this would
have been like during its heyday. This would have
been the place to find out about the
D'ni.
Cordelia and the professor walk quickly
past the fountain where Chuckles is showering.
"Cordelia, I- Cordelia? Where has she gone?"
Ah
yes, MrD, the low dive. I recall a certain tkwiggins, a
mug of coffee and a keyboard that needed
replacing.
Mysti Sage Researcher/Adventurer for the
Institute for Advanced Exploration of Myst Worlds
posted
Ah, if only Mysti was there... he could
do his Inflata-Bod spell for you
Kestryll!
_____________________________ Proud
Member Researcher/Adventurer for the Institute for
Advaced Explorations of Myst Worlds NICE
(Numbingly Interested and Curious Explorer)
___________________________ 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!
Merlin finished picking the lock and
slowly opened the door. Hrm, it looks like another
residencial area, he said as he opened the door some
more and stepped into the room. Suddenly, something
came down and hit Merlin in the head, knocking him the
floor. "UGH!" said Merlin. "What is going on?"
asked Grassie as he opened the door the rest of the
way. Speedy ran over to check on Merlin, who just had
a bump on the head. Something else came down from
above as well. A short man with a long beard and a weird
hat. He carried a dented bedpan (luckily it was empty).
Grassie, who was originally upset, was now angry since
someone attacked his friend and here he was standing in
front of him. Grassie quickly got onto his hind feet
into a 'praying mantis' pose. "Oh my... he is going
to do what I think he's going to do?" asked
Speedy. "What?" asked Merlin. "The weasel warrior
dance!" Speedy whispered. "Wha?" "Hush!" "I
don't think..." "Quiet!" "Do you think this is
wise, white creature?" asked the gnome. "Since you
attacked my friend, then yes," replied Grassie as he
suddenly began to do a jig on his hind feet. The gnome
was perplexed at the image in front of him, wondering
what on earth was going on. After a minute of
dancing, Grassie lashed his tail around and whacked the
gnome in the face, knocking him to the ground. Then
Grassie pounced on him. "Why did you attack my
friend!" he yelled. "I... I..." said the
gnome. "Grassie stop!" yelled Merlin. "Why?" asked
Grassie. "It's Grub, the other person from the
prison!" said Merlin. "Oh so that's what he looks
like..." said Speedy. Grassie got off of the
gnome. "Explain yourself," he said. "Fine! I
thought you were those bloody knights again. I was
planning on escaping if the door ever opened," Grub
explained. "Ahh," said Grassie. "We were exploring
this place," Speedy said. "Not much here,
really," "Well, the guards are currently thinking
that the rest of our group escaped, so if you ran off, I
don't think they would notice," said Grassie. "Oh
really?" "Yeah, go," The gnome was
confused. "Why are you being so nice?" he
asked. "Well, why not?" said Merlin. "Well...
um... thanks... and sorry about the hit. I'll come back
to help you all out soon!" Grub said as he ran out of
the door.
Kestryll links in by the fountain and
turns around.
Chuckles! Get out of that
fountain! You're starting to get all pruny! Dang kids
any way...
He strolls on down to the DISCO and
stops inside the door.
What is this?! GAH! I'll never get that
vacation to Kemo in at this rate!
He slumps in
a melodramatic pout and drags himself behind the
counter. After removing a book from his pack, he stows
it under a shelf and flops down to
read.
___________________________ 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
est place to
chill!
MrD 
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Take your
umbrella on a journey through 
Mr D! I'd forgotten
about that one .gif)
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Hey! That's my Pub yer talkin' about! 
Can't be calling that
place low, now. The Bahro hang out there... Lesser,
perhaps, but it's as classy as it can get for a
Hole-in-the-Wall kinda joint! 
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