AAE interlude: New Arrivals, part 1
L.J. Wolfe
Morgan and/or Roland Said
As CAoL Post # 00007381
(OOC: Assume this takes place a week or so after the post-resurrection
party breaks up.)
Roland is sitting in the kitchen, sipping a vanilla shake and reading
"Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets." Things have been calm for the
past few days, and he's taking the opportunity to catch up on his reading.
Suddenly, he feels a twinge through his link to Morgan.
^Morganwhatwasthat?^ he sends, on alert.
Morgan's "voice" is somewhat sheepish. ^It's OK, hunny. I was just running
through some sword katas in the danger room.^
^You were _what_?^
^I'm alright,^ the life mage sounds slightly exasperated. ^I was taking it
easy.^
^Then why did I just feel a twinge?^
Morgan hesitates briefly, and Roland starts to take another sip of his
drink. ^Because it's time.^ Morgan is rewarded with the image of her
husband kittening vanilla shake all over the kitchen.
Roland then proceeds to do an impressive impersonation of a chicken
with its head recently removed (no Highlander jokes, please). He scrambles
frantically around the house, looking for the necessary supplies to take to
Arcadia.
Morgan calmly ascends the stairs from the basement holodeck, and goes to
the closet in the front hall. As she does this, Caitlin comes down from the
second floor to see what's going on. She looks at Roland racing around,
then says to her daughter, "It's time, isn't it?" Morgan smiles and nods as
she removes their pre-packed bag, and mentally "ahem"s Roland.
Roland comes screeching to a halt, and manages to look placid as
kinetic tendrils continue his mad rush. ^"Yes, dear?"^
Morgan rolls her eyes fondly. "We packed everything three weeks ago, remember?"
Roland slowly closes his eyes, takes careful aim, and scores a critical
success on his forehead with his palm. All three vanish, as if there had
been a switch on his head...
...and appear in a land of wonder.
A city--if it is fair to call a massive grove that would dwarf
redwoods, strung with golden bridges and crystal dwellings, protected by
bastions that are built from rainbows, a city--appears around them. Fae of
all kinds--pixies with transparent wings, Giants of all sizes, Sidhe of
impossible beauty, Gnomes seemingly carved from rock itself, just to name a
few--smile at the new arrivals as they pass. A gleaming silver dragon lands
gracefully on a diamond perch, lowers its long, sinewy neck, and down from
it's back strides the magnificent Queen of Faerie.
Titania smiles, and looks from one Freelance Immortal to the other.
"Time, then, is it?" she asks, in a calm, mellifluous voice.
Morgan smiles. "Yes, Your Majesty. I thank you again for allowing our
children to be born in your fair realm."
Titania laughs musically. "This is a land that thrives on glamour,
imagination, wonder. What could be more wondrous than the birth of two such
magnificent children?"
Morgan blushes (tm Roland ;-). Her Majesty turns to look at Caitlin, who is
staring at her surroundings, wide eyed as any child on a holiday morning.
Morgan quickly speaks up. "Ah, Your Majesty, this is my mother, Caitlin
inghen Uilliam. She's recently moved to Roland's Earth from our native
time. Mother, this is Her Royal Majesty Titania, Queen of the Fae, Ruler of
Arcadia, and my liege Lady." Caitlin turns her stare on the fae, then
suddenly remembers her manners. "Your Majesty," she curtsies slightly, then
reconsiders and drops the curtsey a bit lower. This is no mortal queen,
after all. But being told that Titania is going to be midwife to your
grandchildren, and meeting the Queen of the Faerie in person, were two
entirely different things.
Meanwhile, Roland concentrates on the Lens Link. /Folks, it's started,/
Roland sends, his "voice" a little shaky. /Those who want to be here should
move relatively quickly. But check in first, though--you never know when a
woman in labor's going to get testy./
/I heard that!/ Morgan sends, mostly good naturedly.
/I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others he adds, /Not
to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the Living Temper./ He
sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean to put folx off, though. Family
is, of course, welcome./
Morgan /|\ (ICQ 12594533)
(/) Roland (ICQ 19101605)
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Travis McGee
wrote:
> Meanwhile, Roland concentrates on the Lens Link. /Folks, it's started,/
>Roland sends, his "voice" a little shaky. /Those who want to be here should
>move relatively quickly. But check in first, though--you never know when a
>woman in labor's going to get testy./
How?
"Yknow, as an engineer, I've always wondered why the expression 'When all
you've got is a hammer, it's amazing how much many problems
look like a nail' is treated as a moral. I mean, aren't
engineers *supposed* to improvise?"
-Me
Michael Knight
Mike Knight Said
As CAoL Post # 00007382
>On Wed, 14 Mar 2001 10:05:36 -0800
>Morgan and/or Roland Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009551
>
>(OOC: Assume this takes place a week or so after the post-resurrection
>party breaks up.)
<OOC: Works for me. :)>
The transporter pad hums into life automatically as a figure forms on one of the forward
lighted circles. He is tall, dark haired, bearded, with mismatched eyes and a dark tan. He
slips a pair of brown sunglasses from his eyes and puts them in the shirt pocket of a bright
yellow Hawaiian shirt with green leaves and red and blue flowers printed all over it. He pulls a
bit of change from the pocket of his khaki cargo pants and dumps it in a large jar of money
from many planets and civilizations. Taking a small, silver band from his pocket, he slips it on
his left wrist and starts to speak into it, then rethinks it.
"No, I'll surprize her," Mike says, taking his olive duffel bag from the transporter pad.
As he steps out into the corridor, there's the sound of feet running, many feet. Mike turns
to see a plethora of strange animals round a corner and scamper past down the hallway. In
the lead is a small, white pony with a mane and tail of pure flame, followed by a yellow rodent
with red cheeks shouting "Pi pika pi!" and a pink and turquoise polygon-shaped bird. In the
rear and taking up most of the corridor is a blue and white cross between a cat and a bear,
looking wild-eyed and shouting "Lax! Lax!"
"Tink... I'm home..." Mike says, staring agog at the animals as they try and jam the big one
into the turbolift.
Tinkerbell comes running around the corner, holding a large red and white ball. "Snorlax,
return!" she shouts as a red laser beam travels the distance between her and the big bear-
cat-thing and it disappears in a red flash of light.
"Porygon, return!"
"Pikachu, return!"
"Ponyta, return!"
Tink grins up at her grandfather, tucking the four red and white balls in her belt, before
rubbing her hands on the thighs of her white flared jeans, then tucking her light blue t-shirt in.
"Bath day," the little girl explains, sheepishly.
<snip>
> Meanwhile, Roland concentrates on the Lens Link. /Folks, it's started,/
>Roland sends, his "voice" a little shaky. /Those who want to be here should
>move relatively quickly. But check in first, though--you never know when a
>woman in labor's going to get testy./
>
>/I heard that!/ Morgan sends, mostly good naturedly.
/We're on our way,/ Mike replies. dropping the duffle bag at his brown, leather sandaled
feet and turning to the transporter room again. He takes a few moments to select
coordinates, then joins Tinkerbell on the transporter pad.
> /I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others he adds, /Not
>to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the Living Temper./ He
>sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean to put folx off, though. Family
>is, of course, welcome./
/We'll try not to take anything personally,/ Mike sends with a smirk, /ETA... oh, right
now./ he adds as the transporter begins to hum and the pair dissolve, reappearing near the
expectant couple.
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Martin Gerster
Martin (at Work) Said
As CAoL Post # 00007419
2K103.16 adj ce
> On Thurs 15 March 2K1, "Travis McGee" Sent:
> > "Martin Gerster" <mger...@nji.com> wrote:
> > The only real Caveat is to be sure to remember all of those warnings
that
> > were > >given to those who ventured into Faerie in the past -- The
Gentry
> > are nothing if they aren't sticklers for Politeness, as both the
faux-Scott
> > Osbourne and my old pal Tanliss can assure you...
^^^^^
Minor Correction Dept; I don't *think* I know anyone named Tanliss (and
if he's the one I think he might be, then he's certainly no friend of mine),
the
above was supposed to read "Tannim".
Any one who's read Misty Lackey's "SERRAted Edge" books will know of
whom I speak. B^)
> Politeness now, politeness I can handle. It pays to be polite to
> people when you're pet research porject is Ancient Welsh Lore...I'm
> always worried the old man in the Closed Stacks that I bumped into
> might be someone a lot older than I expected ;0)
> Oh, and plus I always wish people were more polite...it's the first
> step towards sensibleness, which would go a long way towards making
> the world in general mroe tolerable.
Whenever you're ready friend, "Enter freely and of your own will."
;^D
I remain...
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hierophant,
thaumaturgist, theosopher, theoilogist, philosopher,
sociological theorist, amateur "fiction-weaver" and
technomancer, taoist, "motorcycle-maintenance" zen buddhist/
"zennist", quasi-fortean, unitarian-universalist,
"foundationalist", Myers Brigg's ISFJ and
platonist paleopagan polytheist
(c/o: ofgerst at pluto dot njcc dot com
and/or mgerster at nji dot com)
"Specialization is for insects." -- Lazarus Long
Skye...@aol.com
Skye...@aol.com Said
As CAoL Post # 00007422
In a message dated 3/16/01 2:23:27 AM Eastern Standard Time, Skye...@aol.com
writes:
>
> OOC: Now, the only question is: Do we dig him, or do we leave him there?
> <vbeg>
<forehead SMACK!> Dig him OUT, that should have been. Although I'm sure
all the hep-cats in the CAoL can dig the Rog-man, you catch that vibe I'm
sendin'?
Leonard Erickson
Nemo Said
As CAoL Post # 00007420
In mail you write:
> On Fri, 16 Mar 2001 02:14:29 EST
> Skye...@aol.com Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009572
>
> With an existential *pop-goes-the-weasel*, Roger joins the party. "Hi
> Mom, hi Dad." To Caitlin: "Hi, grandma." To Morgan's stomach: "Hi, kids!
>
> Now, listen up, Wonder Twins! Your orders are: upon egress from the Hanger
> Bay, proceed in a positive direction up the Z axis of the Mothership to the
> refueling pods--"
> Which is about as far as he gets before the GGGGGGgreat Grandaddy of all
> Big F*****g Peanuts drops out of the sky and bounces on his head several
> times, pounding him into the ground like a railroad spike in Wile E
> Coyote-approved Warner Bros fashion.
> From his new chin-in-dirt perspective, Roger looks up, eyes gone into
> little whirling spirals. "Can't...pass...out...yet," he gasps with heroic
> effort. "Haven't...taught...'em to...'port...yet..." before falling into
> the gentle grip of comatose oblivion...
>
> OOC: Now, the only question is: Do we dig him, or do we leave him there?
> <vbeg>
Nemo will carefully step *over* Roger upon arriving. But otherwise
ignore him. :-)
--
Leonard Erickson (aka Nemo) kal...@krypton.rain.com
"No, I will _not_ move your planet... What do you want to move it _for_?
It's fine right where it is!"
-- Dairine Callahan, Wizard (no relation)
Ziactrice
Ziactrice Said
As CAoL Post # 00007384
--- "L.J. Wolfe" <ljw...@silver-gateway.com> wrote:
> On Wed, 14 Mar 2001 10:05:36 -0800
> Morgan and/or Roland Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009551
>
> (OOC: Assume this takes place a week or so after the post-resurrection
> party breaks up.)
<ooc/> We're skipping the party? Gosh. Okay. </ooc>
> <snip>
> All three vanish, as if there had
> been a switch on his head...
> ...and appear in a land of wonder.
>
> A city--if it is fair to call a massive grove that would dwarf
> redwoods, strung with golden bridges and crystal dwellings, protected by
> bastions that are built from rainbows, a city--appears around them. Fae
> of all kinds--
<snip for length reasons.>
>
> Meanwhile, Roland concentrates on the Lens Link. /Folks, it's
> started,/ Roland sends, his "voice" a little shaky. /Those who
> want to be here should move relatively quickly. But check in
> first, though--you never know when a woman in labor's going to
> get testy./
>
> /I heard that!/ Morgan sends, mostly good naturedly.
>
> /I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others
> he adds, /Not to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the
> Living Temper./ He sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean
> to put folx off, though. Family is, of course, welcome./
Ziactrice, sitting somewhere in a magnificently English supper club style
library, with a tome spread over her lap, smiles briefly to herself. She
debates whether or not she should attend, briefly. Then she shakes her
head. "I might just ask."
/Roland, can you ascertain an invitation from Titania Regina to her realm,
or has she given you leave to invite whom you will in her name? I just want
to be sure proper warning is given. That way she can decide if or if not to
tolerate or ameliorate any unfortunate mishaps resultant./
/Remember when I came in Callahan's Place? Magic can react badly to
contraints of randomness. I would not want to cause any distress there,
especially annoying the Queen. Most especially that. But I would like to
offer what support I may, to either or both of you. (smile) And I'm good at
using humor against temper; I've had so long to practice it on myself./
Z
P.S. No idea where Nemo is or what they've been up to (if anything), so
jump in when/where you like, if you like with yourself, Nemo. :)
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L.J. Wolfe
Morgan and/or Roland Said
As CAoL Post # 00007385
>On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 07:51:51 -0800 (PST)
>Ziactrice Said As CAoL Message # 00009555
>
> > On Wed, 14 Mar 2001 10:05:36 -0800
> > Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00009551
> >
> > (OOC: Assume this takes place a week or so after the post-resurrection
> > party breaks up.)
>
><ooc/> We're skipping the party? Gosh. Okay. </ooc>
OOC; Oh, goodness...no need to skip the party :-). It's just that things
had gotten quiet so we decided to get this thread rolling. Anyone wants to
post post-adventure party stuff that takes place before Morgan goes into
labor, don't let us stop you :-).
Meanwhile, I'll let Roland make the IC answer. Morgan's a bit distracted
right now, and my to-do list today is impressive.
L8R,
Leonard Erickson
Nemo Said
As CAoL Post # 00007386
In mail you write:
> On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 07:51:51 -0800 (PST)
> Ziactrice Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009555
>
>> /I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others
>> he adds, /Not to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the
>> Living Temper./ He sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean
>> to put folx off, though. Family is, of course, welcome./
>
> Ziactrice, sitting somewhere in a magnificently English supper club style
> library, with a tome spread over her lap, smiles briefly to herself. She
> debates whether or not she should attend, briefly. Then she shakes her
> head. "I might just ask."
>
> /Roland, can you ascertain an invitation from Titania Regina to her realm,
> or has she given you leave to invite whom you will in her name? I just want
> to be sure proper warning is given. That way she can decide if or if not to
> tolerate or ameliorate any unfortunate mishaps resultant./
>
> /Remember when I came in Callahan's Place? Magic can react badly to
> contraints of randomness. I would not want to cause any distress there,
> especially annoying the Queen. Most especially that. But I would like to
> offer what support I may, to either or both of you. (smile) And I'm good at
> using humor against temper; I've had so long to practice it on myself./
^If I may, dear?^
Nemo's thougts follow over the link, though they seem to have an odd
"tone", possibly from being "relayed" somehow...
/Would you please confirm that I am welcome there as well, I'd rather
not step on any toes, if I can avoid it./
Nemo wll knock at the door and enter the "library" when Zia bids him
enter.
(Zia, feel free to come up wuth an outfit for him)
We can travel via Zia, or Nemo, as seems appropriate.
> P.S. No idea where Nemo is or what they've been up to (if anything), so
> jump in when/where you like, if you like with yourself, Nemo. :)
Nemo (well, one *particular* Nemo, anyway) will be somewhere around. <g>
Roland X
Roland X Said
As CAoL Post # 00007390
>On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 07:51:51 -0800 (PST)
>Ziactrice Said As CAoL Message # 00009555
>
> > On Wed, 14 Mar 2001 10:05:36 -0800
> > Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00009551
<snip>
> > Meanwhile, Roland concentrates on the Lens Link. /Folks, it's
> > started,/ Roland sends, his "voice" a little shaky.
<snip II>
>Ziactrice, sitting somewhere in a magnificently English supper club style
>library, with a tome spread over her lap, smiles briefly to herself. She
>debates whether or not she should attend, briefly. Then she shakes her
>head. "I might just ask."
>
>/Roland, can you ascertain an invitation from Titania Regina to her realm,
>or has she given you leave to invite whom you will in her name? I just want
>to be sure proper warning is given. That way she can decide if or if not to
>tolerate or ameliorate any unfortunate mishaps resultant./
One eyebrow goes up. /Oh?/
>/Remember when I came in Callahan's Place? Magic can react badly to
>contraints of randomness. I would not want to cause any distress there,
>especially annoying the Queen. Most especially that. But I would like to
>offer what support I may, to either or both of you. (smile) And I'm good at
>using humor against temper; I've had so long to practice it on myself./
Several thoughts fairly clearly play through Roland's head, though
exactly what they are is difficult to discern; just as clear, however, is
the ruthless efficiency with which they are squashed.
/One moment./
A minute or so later, Roland sends, /Titania says that she and Oberon
have sufficient power to "buffer" the area, so that any unconscious shifts
don't reach Morgan. As for the rest, well, Titania promises not to be
annoyed as long as you can handle--or perhaps 'accept' is a better
word--Arcadia's reactions./
(/) Roland (ICQ 19101605)
Morgan /|\ (ICQ 12594533)
Freelance Immortals: Worlds saved, paradigms refined, villains undone.
Send inquiries c/o Callahan's Place.
L.J. Wolfe
Morgan and/or Roland Said
As CAoL Post # 00007389
>On Wed, 14 Mar 2001 18:25:53 -0500
>Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00009553
>
> >On Wed, 14 Mar 2001 10:05:36 -0800
> >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00009551
<snip>
> > Meanwhile, Roland concentrates on the Lens Link. /Folks, it's started,/
> >Roland sends, his "voice" a little shaky. /Those who want to be here should
> >move relatively quickly. But check in first, though--you never know when a
> >woman in labor's going to get testy./
> >
> >/I heard that!/ Morgan sends, mostly good naturedly.
>
> /We're on our way,/ Mike replies. dropping the duffle bag at his
> brown, leather sandaled
>feet and turning to the transporter room again. He takes a few moments to
>select
>coordinates, then joins Tinkerbell on the transporter pad.
>
> > /I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others he adds, /Not
> >to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the Living Temper./ He
> >sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean to put folx off, though. Family
> >is, of course, welcome./
>
> /We'll try not to take anything personally,/ Mike sends with a
> smirk, /ETA... oh, right
>now./ he adds as the transporter begins to hum and the pair dissolve,
>reappearing near the
>expectant couple.
Morgan walks over to the Sevens, leaning lightly on Roland's arm. They are
in a small glade in a grove in the Heart of Arcadia, and Titania is
arranging plantlife, cushions, etc. in preparation. Caitlin is watching her
closely, shyly asking the occasional question. Morgan hugs her old friend.
"Look like you're the first here," she smiles. "Between these kids and this
place, almost anything could happen, but at least I know I'll be surrounded
by friends."
Roland X
Roland X Said
As CAoL Post # 00007391
>On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 09:52:24 PST
>Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00009557
>
> > On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 07:51:51 -0800 (PST)
> > Ziactrice Said As CAoL Message # 00009555
> >
> >> /I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others
> >> he adds, /Not to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the
> >> Living Temper./ He sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean
> >> to put folx off, though. Family is, of course, welcome./
<mucho snippo>
>Nemo's thougts follow over the link, though they seem to have an odd
>"tone", possibly from being "relayed" somehow...
>
>/Would you please confirm that I am welcome there as well, I'd rather
> not step on any toes, if I can avoid it./
/I fail utterly in imagining a problem,/ Roland replies, /but one sec-/
Roland's connection to the link flickers briefly.
/Nope. 'Break on thru to the other side,'/ Roland sends, in a (barely)
passable Morrison imitation. 8^)
Ziactrice
Ziactrice Said
As CAoL Post # 00007392
--- Leonard Erickson <kal...@krypton.rain.com> wrote:
> On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 09:52:24 PST
> Nemo Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009557
>
> In mail you write:
>
> > On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 07:51:51 -0800 (PST)
> > Ziactrice Said
> > As CAoL Message # 00009555
> >
> >> /I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others
> >> he adds, /Not to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the
> >> Living Temper./ He sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean
> >> to put folx off, though. Family is, of course, welcome./
> >
> > Ziactrice, sitting somewhere in a magnificently English supper club
> style
> > library, with a tome spread over her lap, smiles briefly to herself.
> She
> > debates whether or not she should attend, briefly. Then she shakes her
> > head. "I might just ask."
> >
> > /Roland, can you ascertain an invitation from Titania Regina to her
> realm,
> > or has she given you leave to invite whom you will in her name? I just
> want
> > to be sure proper warning is given. That way she can decide if or if
> not to
> > tolerate or ameliorate any unfortunate mishaps resultant./
> >
> > /Remember when I came in Callahan's Place? Magic can react badly to
> > contraints of randomness. I would not want to cause any distress there,
> > especially annoying the Queen. Most especially that. But I would like
> to
> > offer what support I may, to either or both of you. (smile) And I'm
> good at
> > using humor against temper; I've had so long to practice it on myself./
>
> ^If I may, dear?^
>
> Nemo's thougts follow over the link, though they seem to have an odd
> "tone", possibly from being "relayed" somehow...
>
> /Would you please confirm that I am welcome there as well, I'd rather
> not step on any toes, if I can avoid it./
>
> Nemo wll knock at the door and enter the "library" when Zia bids him
> enter.
>
> (Zia, feel free to come up wuth an outfit for him)
<ooc> I have such a terrible temptation to dress him just like a certain
character from the Lady Sally books. But I simply cannot be that
unoriginal, however tempting the thought is. Okay. Just remember you did
type 'feel free'... grin. </ooc>
Nemo is garbed in some stylistic cross between a knight of long ago and
modern slightly club-esque. An intricately worked double chain mail shirt,
one chain of each pair silver and one black-enameled, alternating which
chain surmounts the other, drapes over his shoulders and chest, fitted so
as to mold and move easily with him despite the apparent weightiness. It's
bright enough the silver reflects light, while the black gleams like
liquid. The chain laces up the back through a series of gromets, but it
would take a keen observer to note that the lacing black wire? cord?
doesn't seem to have any ends dangling loose at any place. Under the chain
is a quilted surcoat in black silk. It is opened rogue-ishly at the neck in
a deep vee, spilling gorgeous black laces over the metal below, and
displaying the metal pendant Nemo wears around his neck. The surcoats black
silk sleeves emerge at each shoulder, below rolled epaulets of intricate
silver knots. Slashed over-sleeves tied on, also black silk but embroidered
with silver roses in various stages, with green vining everywhere.
The chain mail shirt ends above the waist, fitted with the rolled peplum of
the surcoat fitting under the end of the metal. Below that, a finely
embroidered codpiece covers for modesty, given that the black piped velvet
hose that comprise the rest of his clothing fit to the skin of both legs
and presumably do the same beneath the codpiece. Soft black leather boots
pile around his ankles.
Zia takes his hand, offered to raise her from the chair. She smiles. "Well,
_you_ certainly will fit in there. I need a bit more myself. Something
classy, and I can even go flashy. There is no danger of outshining Titania
in her own realm, after all. What shall I - oh! For once, what I wear at
home Court will do."
She whirls, shadow-shifting her own new costume. An elegant long dress, in
black silk bias-cut with a full circle skirt and very well-fitted bodice,
embroidered with silver roses with dewdrops of seed pearls and lead crystal
beads swirls up around her, and she pulls a shawl apparently made of silver
cloud-like mist up around her shoulders from nowhere. It clings and reveals
here and there giving tantalizing hints of the woman's figure it covers.
Her daisho appear tucked in a silk in brightest, eye-aching blue, in
scabbards also decorated with ebony and seed pearl roses tucked neatly
through. She wears a silver ring with a rose on the little finger of her
left hand, and the same ring as before on the first one of her right.
"I imagine Arcadia will have little effect until I am actually within it's
bounds, either way, Nemo, so I'll see us there." She takes his hand, puts
it in the crook of her elbow with a smile, and walks forwards through the
door into the hallway, as shadows shift about them, becoming earth and
grass.
Shortly, a shimmering plane of polychromatic doorway appears near the
appointed place in Arcadia, and Zia escorts Nemo out of it unto the meadow.
"Morgan, Roland... thank you for the invitation. Is there anything you'd
like me to do to help? I know it's unlikely, but I'd like to offer, despite
that."
She'll curtsey deep and respectful when formal introduction to the Queen
rolls around.
Ziactrice
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Travis McGee
wrote:
>On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 13:11:27 -0800
>Roland X Said
> As CAoL Post # 00007391
>
>
>>On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 09:52:24 PST
>>Nemo Said As CAoL Message # 00009557
>>
>> > On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 07:51:51 -0800 (PST)
>> > Ziactrice Said As CAoL Message # 00009555
>> >
>> >> /I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others
>> >> he adds, /Not to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the
>> >> Living Temper./ He sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean
>> >> to put folx off, though. Family is, of course, welcome./
>
><mucho snippo>
>>Nemo's thougts follow over the link, though they seem to have an odd
>>"tone", possibly from being "relayed" somehow...
>>
>>/Would you please confirm that I am welcome there as well, I'd rather
>> not step on any toes, if I can avoid it./
>
"Err...lets see here" (faint scrabbling sounds).
/Exactly how *do* you become welcome/
(Yeah, I know I didn't do anythign about taht right..._
Caprice
Caprice/Legion Said
As CAoL Post # 00007393
> On Wed, 14 Mar 2001 10:05:36 -0800
> Morgan and/or Roland Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009551
>
> (OOC: Assume this takes place a week or so after the post-resurrection
> party breaks up.)
*snip*
> Meanwhile, Roland concentrates on the Lens Link. /Folks, it's
started,/
> Roland sends, his "voice" a little shaky. /Those who want to be here
should
> move relatively quickly. But check in first, though--you never know when a
> woman in labor's going to get testy./
>
> /I heard that!/ Morgan sends, mostly good naturedly.
>
> /I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others he adds,
/Not
> to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the Living Temper./ He
> sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean to put folx off, though.
Family
> is, of course, welcome./
There is just enough time for Legion to give a warning of /Incoming!/ When
Mischief appears out of nowhere next to Morgan. The kitten is purring up a
storm, prancing and rubbing against Morgan's ankles unless someone prevents
her. Telepathically, Mischief singsongs *Kittens are coming, Morgan's
kittens are coming, Kittens are coming!*
Shortly there after, Legion and Essex arrive. They are both clad in
pseudo-Victorian finery that may remind some of the images in some Vertigo
comics. Legion chuckles and looks apologetically at Morgan, "I'm sorry...
give me a moment to catch her."
Travis McGee
wrote:
>On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 22:33:37 -0600
>Martin (at Work) Said
> As CAoL Post # 00007394
>
>2K103.15 adj ce
>
>> On Fri, 16 Mar 2K1, In alt.callahans, (Travis McGee) Said
>
>> >Roland X Said
>
><snipage of the most unlikely couple of us all:
>Nemo; a multidimentional, and Ziatrice; a trans-
>dimentional (... and how many husbands
>have you got now, Zia, or would that be
>telling?)> ;^D
>
>> >> >> /I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others
>> >> >> he adds, /Not to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the
>> >> >> Living Temper./ He sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean
>> >> >> to put folx off, though. Family is, of course, welcome./
>
>> "Err...lets see here" (faint scrabbling sounds).
>> /Exactly how *do* you become welcome/
>
>> (Yeah, I know I didn't do anythign about taht right..._
>
>Enter in your own time and in your own way, Trav; there's no presure here.
>Well, almost none.
>
>It wouldn't be the first time that the invisible machines of Murphy dropped
>a
>potential new member into our laps, and it _certainly_ wouldn't be the first
>time that somebody stumbled into "Underhill" by mistake.
>
>The only real Caveat is to be sure to remember all of those warnings that
>were
>given to those who ventured into Faerie in the past -- The Gentry are
>nothing if
>they aren't sticklers for Politeness, as both the faux-Scott Osbourne and my
>old
>pal Tanliss can assure you...
Politeness now, politeness I can handle. It pays to be polite to
people when you're pet research porject is Ancient Welsh Lore...I'm
always worried the old man in the Closed Stacks that I bumped into
might be someone a lot older than I expected ;0)
Oh, and plus I always wish people were more polite...it's the first
step towards sensibleness, which would go a long way towards making
the world in general mroe tolerable.
"Yknow, as an engineer, I've always wondered why the expression 'When all
Martin Gerster
2K103.15 adj ce
> >Roland X Said
fu...@modusvarious.com
Fuzzy Said
As CAoL Post # 00007397
> On Wed, 14 Mar 2001 10:05:36 -0800
> Morgan and/or Roland Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009551
> (OOC: Assume this takes place a week or so after the post-resurrection
> party breaks up.)
(OOC: I can see that, My cascade failure has caused an awful Quiet...)
<snip>
> Meanwhile, Roland concentrates on the Lens Link. /Folks, it's started,/
> Roland sends, his "voice" a little shaky. /Those who want to be here should
> move relatively quickly. But check in first, though--you never know when a
> woman in labor's going to get testy./
> /I heard that!/ Morgan sends, mostly good naturedly.
> /I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others he adds, /Not
> to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the Living Temper./ He
> sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean to put folx off, though. Family
> is, of course, welcome./
Fuzzy sends
/Nemisis and I will be along Momentarily./
Nemisis sends
/I have a Split in that Realm, but
My Core Self will arrive with Lord Fuzzy,
Unless there is a Sudden Need the Split will mind it's own task./
l8tr ttfn
Fuzzy Nemisis
Skye...@aol.com
As CAoL Post # 00007399
In a message dated 3/14/01 1:12:00 PM Eastern Standard Time,
ljw...@silver-gateway.com writes:
> Morgan hesitates briefly, and Roland starts to take another sip of his
> drink. ^Because it's time.^ Morgan is rewarded with the image of her
> husband kittening vanilla shake all over the kitchen.
And Roger, who just happened to pop in that that very moment (Roger's Law
of Serendipity: The Wrong Place, at the Wrong Time, Every Time). After
carefully wiping dripping ice cream out of his eyes, he examines the fading
afterimage blurr left behind by his father. "Right. I'll just...come back
later." And departs at 2pi Radians to local reality, blissfully unaware of
what's going on...
<snip>
> Meanwhile, Roland concentrates on the Lens Link. /Folks, it's
started,/
In BetweenSpace, Roger goes [Huh? What's start...oh. Oh! OH! Helm,
hard over! Maneuvering, rig for Ludicrous speed! Wardrobe Detail, stand to
the after paint locker and prepare for Plaid!]
> Roland sends, his "voice" a little shaky. /Those who want to be here
should
> move relatively quickly. But check in first, though--you never know when a
> woman in labor's going to get testy./
Based on previous experience, Roger starts to say something...and then
thinks better of it. Unfortunately, the sheer improbability of this event
causes several adjoining universes (fortunately all uninhabited) to collapse
into Primordial Chaos, and causing reams of paperwork for several overworked
Galactic Gaurdian-type entities. The worst part was, they couldn't even go
after him for it -- *everyone* always tells Roger to think twice before
opening his mouth...
> /I heard that!/ Morgan sends, mostly good naturedly.
>
> /I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others he adds,
/Not
> to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the Living Temper./ He
> sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean to put folx off, though.
Family
> is, of course, welcome./
With an existential *pop-goes-the-weasel*, Roger joins the party. "Hi
Mom, hi Dad." To Caitlin: "Hi, grandma." To Morgan's stomach: "Hi, kids!
Now, listen up, Wonder Twins! Your orders are: upon egress from the Hanger
Bay, proceed in a positive direction up the Z axis of the Mothership to the
refueling pods--"
Which is about as far as he gets before the GGGGGGgreat Grandaddy of all
Big F*****g Peanuts drops out of the sky and bounces on his head several
times, pounding him into the ground like a railroad spike in Wile E
Coyote-approved Warner Bros fashion.
From his new chin-in-dirt perspective, Roger looks up, eyes gone into
little whirling spirals. "Can't...pass...out...yet," he gasps with heroic
effort. "Haven't...taught...'em to...'port...yet..." before falling into
the gentle grip of comatose oblivion...
OOC: Now, the only question is: Do we dig him, or do we leave him there?
<vbeg>
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> (/) Roland (ICQ 19101605)
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--
David McMillan, Imagineer at Large.
Chief Systems Analyst and Integration Engineer, Exotic Technologies Division,
KUKA GmbH. Mecha and Weapons Design Specialist.
"Agent Mulder? My name is Neo. I believe I may be able to show you part of
the truth you've been searching for. I should warn you, however -- it's not
what you think."
--
Michael Knight
Mike Knight Said
As CAoL Post # 00007398
>On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 12:29:01 -0800
>Morgan and/or Roland Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009560
>
>
>>On Wed, 14 Mar 2001 18:25:53 -0500
>>Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00009553
>>
>> >On Wed, 14 Mar 2001 10:05:36 -0800
>> >Morgan and/or Roland Said As CAoL Message # 00009551
>
><snip>
>> > Meanwhile, Roland concentrates on the Lens Link. /Folks, it's started,/
>> >Roland sends, his "voice" a little shaky. /Those who want to be here should
>> >move relatively quickly. But check in first, though--you never know when a
>> >woman in labor's going to get testy./
>> >
>> >/I heard that!/ Morgan sends, mostly good naturedly.
>>
>> /We're on our way,/ Mike replies. dropping the duffle bag at his
>> brown, leather sandaled
>>feet and turning to the transporter room again. He takes a few moments to
>>select
>>coordinates, then joins Tinkerbell on the transporter pad.
>>
>> > /I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others he adds, /Not
>> >to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the Living Temper./ He
>> >sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean to put folx off, though. Family
>> >is, of course, welcome./
>>
>> /We'll try not to take anything personally,/ Mike sends with a
>> smirk, /ETA... oh, right
>>now./ he adds as the transporter begins to hum and the pair dissolve,
>>reappearing near the
>>expectant couple.
>
>Morgan walks over to the Sevens, leaning lightly on Roland's arm. They are
>in a small glade in a grove in the Heart of Arcadia, and Titania is
>arranging plantlife, cushions, etc. in preparation. Caitlin is watching her
>closely, shyly asking the occasional question. Morgan hugs her old friend.
>
>"Look like you're the first here," she smiles. "Between these kids and this
>place, almost anything could happen, but at least I know I'll be surrounded
>by friends."
Mike smiles, returning the hug gently, looking well rested. "Well, we were near the
transporter room. Tink just got back from a week of travelling around with some other kids
learning to be Pokemon trainers, and I'd literally just gotten back from a week on Risa. As for
anything happening, I remember the last time we were here. As long as anything doesn't
include that sort of thing, I'll be a happy guy."
fu...@modusvarious.com
Fuzzy Said
As CAoL Post # 00007402
> On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 12:29:01 -0800
> Morgan and/or Roland Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009560
> >On Wed, 14 Mar 2001 18:25:53 -0500
> >Mike Knight Said As CAoL Message # 00009553
<snip>
> > /We'll try not to take anything personally,/ Mike sends with a
> > smirk, /ETA... oh, right
> >now./ he adds as the transporter begins to hum and the pair dissolve,
> >reappearing near the
> >expectant couple.
> Morgan walks over to the Sevens, leaning lightly on Roland's arm. They are
> in a small glade in a grove in the Heart of Arcadia, and Titania is
> arranging plantlife, cushions, etc. in preparation. Caitlin is watching her
> closely, shyly asking the occasional question. Morgan hugs her old friend.
> "Look like you're the first here," she smiles. "Between these kids and this
> place, almost anything could happen, but at least I know I'll be surrounded
> by friends."
A few minutes later Fuzzy (Again in Feline form),and Nemisis
Arrive outside and walk in.
Probably just after Mischief Arrives, followed by Legion and Essex.
Fuzzy
=Ear-Flick acknowledgment to Legion,
Whisker Laugh to Mischief=
=Princess Mischief,
Queens in this condition can be prone to Swat First, and
Think later if at all...
Nature requires it to be sure that the birthing is safe.=
Fuzzy picks out a good vantage point to curl up in.
=Why don't you come over here and join me Mischief.=
Nemisis
Whose Eyes show a faint Lens like shimmer of Colors...
"I have the Castle Medical facilities standing by in case of Need."
"Beg Your Pardon, Lady Titania,
But as Lord Fuzzy says,
'Better Prepared than Suprised'."
l8tr ttfn
Fuzzy Nemisis
Dane Anderson
Dane Said
As CAoL Post # 00007401
Morgan and/or Roland Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009560
> Morgan walks over to the Sevens, leaning lightly on Roland's arm. They are
> in a small glade in a grove in the Heart of Arcadia, and Titania is
> arranging plantlife, cushions, etc. in preparation. Caitlin is watching her
> closely, shyly asking the occasional question. Morgan hugs her old friend.
>
> "Look like you're the first here," she smiles. "Between these kids and this
> place, almost anything could happen, but at least I know I'll be surrounded
> by friends."
/*"I believe it would be best, if we watched from a distance, since
Titania
and Oberon have, with only one exception, never been entirely happy with
The Stardragon's visits."*/ Oracle says.
/*"Yeah, I tend to break things that shouldn't be broken, there."*/
The Stardragon adds.
/*"I will be watching. Call for me if you want my assistance."*/ Aurora
offers.
/*"Roland, we will keep an eye on your world, to ward it from harm. You
can attend the birth of your children in peace. We will not interfere
unless
needed, but if needed we will act to preserve. When you return to it,
your
world will be much as you left it."*/ Hydra states.
Roland X
Roland X Said
As CAoL Post # 00007430
>On Thu, 15 Mar 2001 23:40:34 -0800
>Dane Said As CAoL Message # 00009574
<snip>
>/*"I will be watching. Call for me if you want my assistance."*/ Aurora
>offers.
Roland grins. /Appreciated, Aurora, but barring the Gaunt Man, the
Adversary, Sauron, Eddore, and Darkseid all showing up looking for trouble
as a cohesive unit, I doubt we'll run into trouble. Although I don't think
I can talk Their Majesties into letting the Stardragon in, BTW, I'm sure
you'd be welcome./
>/*"Roland, we will keep an eye on your world, to ward it from harm. You
>can attend the birth of your children in peace. We will not interfere
>unless needed, but if needed we will act to preserve. When you return to
>it, your world will be much as you left it."*/ Hydra states.
/Thanks!/ Roland sends, pleased. Then the exact words hit him. /Er. Um.
What, approximately, do you mean by 'much' as we left it?/
;^)
(/) Roland (ICQ 19101605)
Morgan /|\ (ICQ 12594533)
Freelance Immortals: Worlds saved, paradigms refined, villains undone.
Send inquiries c/o Callahan's Place.
Roland X
Roland X Said
As CAoL Post # 00007429
>On Fri, 16 Mar 2001 02:14:29 EST
>SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00009572
>
>In a message dated 3/14/01 1:12:00 PM Eastern Standard Time,
>ljw...@silver-gateway.com writes:
<snip>
> > Roland sends, his "voice" a little shaky. /Those who want to be here
> > should move relatively quickly. But check in first, though--you never
> > know when a woman in labor's going to get testy./
>
> Based on previous experience, Roger starts to say something...and then
>thinks better of it. Unfortunately, the sheer improbability of this event
>causes several adjoining universes (fortunately all uninhabited) to collapse
>into Primordial Chaos, and causing reams of paperwork for several overworked
>Galactic Gaurdian-type entities. The worst part was, they couldn't even go
>after him for it -- *everyone* always tells Roger to think twice before
>opening his mouth...
This doesn't immediately affect any members of the CAoL. However, a
small piece of paper "pops" into existence in the Greywolf-Phoenix family
home, bearing the mark of the Time Variance Authority. It is a summons, to
appear before them as witnesses in an investigation into an LCA (Living
Chronal Anomaly) and their potential culpability therein.
Fortunately, an advertisement from Nathaniel Richards Paradoctoring,
Inc. explains that any possible liability on their part would be inherently
paradoxical, and that their firm would be more than happy to a) represent
them at the inquest, or b) present the TVA with proof that their OWN
existence is paradoxical (their records show them existing before the
multiverse), thus causing them to swallow themselves Ouroborous-like.
(OOC note: This is just an enormously silly side note. Feel free to
ignore any and all of the potentially enormous ramifications herein. Thanks
and apologies to Stan Lee, Jack Kirby and Chris Claremont all around. ;^)
OOC-M: We donated blood today, and I think Roland is still suffering from
some light-headedness ;-).
> > /I heard that!/ Morgan sends, mostly good naturedly.
> >
> > /I love you too, dear,/ Roland sends. Then, to the others he adds,
> > /Not to mention that it'll be rubbing off on Roland, the Living Temper./
> > He sends a smile through the link. /Don't mean to put folx off, though.
> > Family is, of course, welcome./
>
> With an existential *pop-goes-the-weasel*, Roger joins the party. "Hi
>Mom, hi Dad." To Caitlin: "Hi, grandma." To Morgan's stomach: "Hi, kids!
>Now, listen up, Wonder Twins! Your orders are: upon egress from the Hanger
>Bay, proceed in a positive direction up the Z axis of the Mothership to the
>refueling pods--"
Roland pitches a peanut at his...er...anyway, to his mild annoyance, it
vanishes halfway to Roger. But his annoyance doesn't last long.
> Which is about as far as he gets before the GGGGGGgreat Grandaddy of all
>Big F*****g Peanuts drops out of the sky and bounces on his head several
>times, pounding him into the ground like a railroad spike in Wile E
>Coyote-approved Warner Bros fashion.
Roland's eyes sparkle.
> From his new chin-in-dirt perspective, Roger looks up, eyes gone into
>little whirling spirals. "Can't...pass...out...yet," he gasps with heroic
>effort. "Haven't...taught...'em to...'port...yet..." before falling into
>the gentle grip of comatose oblivion...
And gentle fields of kinetic energy (though Roland briefly considered
far worse <EG>) float him away...to land next to Psyche and Mischief, who
are playing innocently.
[Here, kids, you're very own Jungle Rog,] Roland thinks with a pirate's
grin.
^Roland!^ Morgan sends, slightly shocked. She doesn't, however, do anything
to extricate Roger from his new situation <eg>.
>OOC: Now, the only question is: Do we dig him, or do we leave him there?
><vbeg>
OOC:
"He's a mean mother-"
"Shut yo' mouth!"
"I'm just talking about Rog'."
"I can dig it."
<VBG>
/OOC
>David McMillan, Imagineer at Large.
>Chief Systems Analyst and Integration Engineer, Exotic Technologies Division,
>KUKA GmbH. Mecha and Weapons Design Specialist.
>"Agent Mulder? My name is Neo. I believe I may be able to show you part of
>the truth you've been searching for. I should warn you, however -- it's not
>what you think."
Many months later...
"I should've taken the BLUE pill." --Agent Scully
Dane Anderson
Dane Said
As CAoL Post # 00007433
Roland X Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009603
> /Thanks!/ Roland sends, pleased. Then the exact words hit him. /Er. Um.
> What, approximately, do you mean by 'much' as we left it?/
/*"The four guardians we have stationed on your moon will watch
for trouble that your local defenses cannot handle. If such
trouble develops, they will act to stop the problem. If they
cannot handle the problem, they will summon such aid as is
necessary, up to, and including The Stardragon itself. However
they may not feel inclined to repair any damage caused by
miscreants up till that point. They certainly will repair any
damage they themselves cause, and any damage an enemy causes
after they get involved. Also, life is change. When change
stops, it means that life has been long ended."*/ Hydra answers
with a chuckle. <OOC: don't worry, I'm not going to mess with
your home world.>
Gareth L Owen
Stranger Said
As CAoL Post # 00007440
>
> On Wed, 14 Mar 2001 10:05:36 -0800
> Morgan and/or Roland Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009551
Stranger has reached a valley high in the Californian mountains, the sort of
valley you can only ever find if you know exactly where to look and how to
look.
He pauses as Roland reaches out across the lens link.
> Meanwhile, Roland concentrates on the Lens Link. /Folks, it's started,/
> Roland sends, his "voice" a little shaky. /Those who want to be here should
> move relatively quickly. But check in first, though--you never know when a
> woman in labor's going to get testy./
/Hey Roland, give my regards to Morgan and best wishes. I can't be there
right now, but if you need me call and I'll come a running. Hope it goes
smoothly./
Stranger resumes his course, passing between two ancient, gnarly trees,
there's a flurry of dust and leaves kicked up by a gust of wind and he is gone.
Stranger
Skye...@aol.com
Skye...@aol.com Said
As CAoL Post # 00007443
In a message dated 3/17/01 11:48:04 PM Eastern Standard Time,
rol...@silver-gateway.com writes:
>
> > From his new chin-in-dirt perspective, Roger looks up, eyes gone into
> >little whirling spirals. "Can't...pass...out...yet," he gasps with heroic
> >effort. "Haven't...taught...'em to...'port...yet..." before falling into
> >the gentle grip of comatose oblivion...
>
> And gentle fields of kinetic energy (though Roland briefly considered
> far worse <EG>) float him away...to land next to Psyche and Mischief, who
> are playing innocently.
> [Here, kids, you're very own Jungle Rog,] Roland thinks with a
pirate's
> grin.
OOC: You, Roland, are an evil, EEEVIL person....
> ^Roland!^ Morgan sends, slightly shocked. She doesn't, however, do
anything
> to extricate Roger from his new situation <eg>.
OOC2: You too, Morgan. <rasberry>
Somewhere deep inside Roger's (alleged) brain, a monitor tracking
Probability of Destruction (POD) suddenly spikes upwards, triggering several
autonomous low-level responses among cybersystems, persona fragments, and
subprocessors -- one of which is dumping a hard jolt of adrenaline into his
metabolism, while another pumps a high-voltage arc of stored Halo energy
through his slumbering consciousness.
#EMERGENCY COMBAT-MODE JUMPSTART: ENGAGED#
Under other circumstances, this might have snapped him into wakefulness
with all weapons hot, primed, and ready. But since Arcadia is listed as a
low-danger zone, especially given present company, and since some of those
low-level autonmous routines have already recognized Mischief and Psyche as
Non-Hostile (but still Highly Dangerous) contacts, the most that happens is
that his internal shields spool up to Max, the nanomed system initiates
emergency internal-organ hardening, and his jacket...
....sprouts an airbag. Not a very thick one, but brightly colored and
covered with illustrations from Dr Seuss's "Hop On Pop"....which might lead
certain people, if they were nasty, paranoid, suspicious types, to wonder
just how hard he was *really* trying to avoid becoming a Kiddy (or is that
Kitty?) Trampoline. Or just how comatose he really was....
In any event, he apparently rejoins the waking world just in time to
participate in Mischief and Psyche's dynamic stress-test of his diaphragm.
It doesn't take his erstwhile playmates long to discover just how fun Roger
can be: not only is his torso as bouncy as a Really Expensive Bed, but he
makes those weird pipe-organ noises when you jump on him juuust right. And
he keeps turning all those funny colors, too...
/almost four <ugh!> hundred years fighting the Forces of <oof!> evil, and
what <glark!> do I get? <paaaah!> Used as <gak!> playground
equip<yipe!>ment..../
OOC: He's enjoying himself. Really. Well, mostly. I'm drawing on
personal experience with having two younger sisters, here -- once they
discovered they could knock me down and tickle me until I ordered (and payed
for) pizza, I was doomed until they outgrew the habit....
--
David McMillan, Imagineer at Large.
Chief Systems Analyst and Integration Engineer, Exotic Technologies Division,
KUKA GmbH. Mecha and Weapons Design Specialist.
"Agent Mulder? My name is Neo. I believe I may be able to show you part of
the truth you've been searching for. I should warn you, however -- it's not
what you think."
--
Rio
Rio <r...@silver-gateway.com> Said
As CAoL Post # 00007447
>On Tue, 20 Mar 2001 00:14:22 EST
>SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00009616
<snip>
> In any event, he apparently rejoins the waking world just in time to
>participate in Mischief and Psyche's dynamic stress-test of his diaphragm.
>It doesn't take his erstwhile playmates long to discover just how fun Roger
>can be: not only is his torso as bouncy as a Really Expensive Bed, but he
>makes those weird pipe-organ noises when you jump on him juuust right. And
>he keeps turning all those funny colors, too...
>
> /almost four <ugh!> hundred years fighting the Forces of <oof!> evil,
> and
>what <glark!> do I get? <paaaah!> Used as <gak!> playground
>equip<yipe!>ment..../
And, as Roger's luck would have it, this is exactly when Rio arrives. She
looks at the "children" with a sweetly wicked smile. "That looks like fun.
Can I play, too?"
(OOC: Roland's gone to sleep, but says Psyche's response will be based on
whether it looks like there's enough room for another, grown-up-sized
person on the airbag. <eg>)
--
Rio
All of the animals except man know that the principal business of life is
to enjoy it. (Anonymous)
Caprice
Caprice/Legion Said
As CAoL Post # 00007450
> On Tue, 20 Mar 2001 00:14:22 EST
> Skye...@aol.com Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009616
>
> In a message dated 3/17/01 11:48:04 PM Eastern Standard Time,
> rol...@silver-gateway.com writes:
>
> >
> > > From his new chin-in-dirt perspective, Roger looks up, eyes gone
into
> > >little whirling spirals. "Can't...pass...out...yet," he gasps with
heroic
> > >effort. "Haven't...taught...'em to...'port...yet..." before falling
into
> > >the gentle grip of comatose oblivion...
> >
> > And gentle fields of kinetic energy (though Roland briefly
considered
> > far worse <EG>) float him away...to land next to Psyche and Mischief,
who
> > are playing innocently.
> > [Here, kids, you're very own Jungle Rog,] Roland thinks with a
> pirate's
> > grin.
>
> OOC: You, Roland, are an evil, EEEVIL person....
>
> > ^Roland!^ Morgan sends, slightly shocked. She doesn't, however, do
> anything
> > to extricate Roger from his new situation <eg>.
>
> OOC2: You too, Morgan. <rasberry>
It's finally too much temptation for Mischief to resist, *Wheeeeeee!* She
goes hurling towards Roger, somehow turning midair to land POUNCE on Unc'a
Fuzzy's tail, then bounding off again (hopefully) before he has time to
catch her, this time to pounce at Roger.
Mischief mews? Then bounces a few times... Then starts to purr giggle and
really starts bouncing! *Psyche, this is fun!*
> In any event, he apparently rejoins the waking world just in time to
> participate in Mischief and Psyche's dynamic stress-test of his diaphragm.
> It doesn't take his erstwhile playmates long to discover just how fun
Roger
> can be: not only is his torso as bouncy as a Really Expensive Bed, but he
> makes those weird pipe-organ noises when you jump on him juuust right.
And
> he keeps turning all those funny colors, too...
>
> /almost four <ugh!> hundred years fighting the Forces of <oof!> evil,
and
> what <glark!> do I get? <paaaah!> Used as <gak!> playground
> equip<yipe!>ment..../
Mischief gigglepurrs. Apparently mom let her hear that. She pauses to lick
Roger on the nose.
Michael Knight
Mike Knight Said
As CAoL Post # 00007451
>On Mon, 19 Mar 2001 23:17:12 -0800
>Rio <r...@silver-gateway.com> Said
> As CAoL Message # 00009620
>
>
>>On Tue, 20 Mar 2001 00:14:22 EST
>>SkyeFire Said As CAoL Message # 00009616
>
><snip>
>> In any event, he apparently rejoins the waking world just in time to
>>participate in Mischief and Psyche's dynamic stress-test of his diaphragm.
>>It doesn't take his erstwhile playmates long to discover just how fun Roger
>>can be: not only is his torso as bouncy as a Really Expensive Bed, but he
>>makes those weird pipe-organ noises when you jump on him juuust right. And
>>he keeps turning all those funny colors, too...
>>
>> /almost four <ugh!> hundred years fighting the Forces of <oof!> evil,
>> and
>>what <glark!> do I get? <paaaah!> Used as <gak!> playground
>>equip<yipe!>ment..../
>
>And, as Roger's luck would have it, this is exactly when Rio arrives. She
>looks at the "children" with a sweetly wicked smile. "That looks like fun.
>Can I play, too?"
>
>(OOC: Roland's gone to sleep, but says Psyche's response will be based on
>whether it looks like there's enough room for another, grown-up-sized
>person on the airbag. <eg>)
Mike and Tink have taken seats somewhere out of the way of the main business and are
keeping half an eye on the kids, just to be helpful. Tink watches the Jungle Rog with some
amusement in her eyes, then digs four golf ball-sized red and white spheres from her belt and
tosses them towards Roger. They expand to softball-size, bounce off a tree nearby, open,
spilling their contents in a flash of light, then rebound into Tink's lap.
Snorlax, Tink's largest Pokemon, appears, already asleep as he lies back near Roger.
Ponyta, the white horse with flames for a mane and tail, stands nearby, Porygon, the pink and
turquoise polygon-composed bird, perched on her back. And Pikachu is bouncing up and
down on Snorlax's stomach happily with a "Pi-ka! Pi-ka!"
"Just a little more entertainment for the kindercrowd," Tink explains.