Post by Mouse on Oct 3, 2005 17:58:57 GMT -7
Topic: "Made in the Shade!": MultiAuthor Interactive Tale _(Read 98 times)
And so CatDrgN, ignoring the gag reflex his smell sometimes caused to the living, grabbed Saiten and Reygar both, pulled them to the side and whispered in a rasping conspiratorial tones.
"Guys, we gotta DO something here, Eleonora's run off with all my pasta pans and I'm due to host a dinner tonight, catering for CTC no less."
Reygar laughed his @$$ off and said "Why?"
CD looked directly into the wolflike gaze of his fellow Trk-ster and explained. "Dude, aint you heard? G_3 is an undead now, and us Undead LOOOOVE pasta! Plusly he's level 25, so you know he's a heavy eater and probably tips in the thousands!"
Rey's eyes lit up in dollar signs <($)><($)> "Ch-ching!"
"Yeeaaah ya see? Now here's the plan, I'm thinking Eleo's got them stashed somewhere at Slyythra, keep an eye out for a set of rare platinum dragonhide pasta pans! The fondue set she can keep!"
<<<POP!>>>
the sudden noise of a dying balloon animal made all three of them jump.
Saiten looked around and pointed out Trik, who was walking towards them, tying up what looked like a balloon shaped as a cat. Reygar snatched it and stuffed it into CatDrgN's mouth and said "lmao Helium, now tell Trik our plan."
CatDrgN blushed (in high pitched voice) ~"well sir, heh, oh wow, this sounds cool, uh we was just gonna..."(voice returned to normal) "Ah crap, I can't let him know the rest! that is without another hit of helium!"
After some highpitched giggling and the balloon cat puffed and passed a few times, they prepared to detail the plans for the pans in Eleonora's hands.
Pots and pans rattled in the back of the kitchen in Slyythra [Pub], the sounds of Dishwashing, but only the sounds, no dishes were actually being washed!
Reygar grinned and stirred the sink water with a bladed staff and chanted in an oldlady voice "Bubble bubble toil and trouble cauldron something something bubble, eeeeh hee hee hee, wing of bat eye of newt!"
From somewhere out front in the dining area Newt exclaimed "Hey!" Rey blushes and shouts back "Present company excepted and stuff!"
Saiten came in with an apron coated in bear blood and wolf hairs "Dude, maybe I should rename myself Bat and take offense too huh?" Reygar splashed some suds at him. Saiten then looked around and asked Rey "Uhm, why are we here again?"
Reygar sighed, lazily flippd a glass plate at the wall. "Becaaaause, our genius pan plan planner thought it was a good idea for us to disguise ourselves as [Pub] employees to do surveillance and see if we can find that darn set of pans he's whining about."
Sait nodded slowly, "Ooooh okay, sure, yeah big brains plan is working like a charm aint it? YOu ever gonna finish with those dishes? You been swirling water and throwing breakables for an hour now." He tapped his midgetal wrist-hourglass for empa... ephathis... effect, lol!
CatDrgN came in dressed head to toe like a Maitre'D. "Hey you slackers, any sign of the pan set?" Rey and Sait both shook their heads. "Sigh, well more good news, people. It's gonna be a CTC-SOC-NoC banquet and they ... hey Where's Trik?"
Trik came out of the walk-in freezer, powered by a perpetual frostwave spell, he was almost as light blue of skin as his chef/Jester cap. "Br-r-r-r-r-r!" he said, as his bells jingled with the shaking, heh. Trik said it loudly to make the bells ring more. "BrRrRrRrR!" (JingleJingleJingle) "Hey that's pretty neat!"
CatDrgN, Sait and Reygar grabbed Trik and they all went out back for a break.
Pretty soon Condok
(damn almost spelled it cond__...,) and Xtrmdrgn walked down the alley. Con looked at the four of them, a bloodstained, haired-up Saiten, a light-blue Trik, a covered-in-bubbles soaking wet Reygar and CatDrgN dressed a little too crisply, whispered something in Xtrm's ear.
CatDrgN ran back inside before the tar and feathers could be gotten and given.
The sun set over the horizon, as if it had anywhere else to really set, and the plan continued, with scant days before the banquet, and no closer to being able to serve a winning batch of pasta!
M@GE@BEL and Obi-Wan sat at the corner table discussing Portal plans and pointing at various maps, but this was at BalTor, not in Slyythra, but I thought we'd take a peek in on them anyways, on with the story!
Reygar had some cast Tsunami on all the dishes to see if the work could go any quicker, it did indeed go quick, right out the door, along with a few employees and one lost Kei who was only minding his own business looking for the bathroom.
CatDrgN stormed in and crossed his arms tapping his foot, he thought this looked pretty impressive in the mirror, so then he went in and did the same to Reygar, only to get blasted out the door by a wall of waterspell. "WhOuRlPH GlURrBlE! ArgHKt!"
(Translation: Use Liquid Tide, it gets the grease out!, okay not really, but I don't think we can say those kinda things on the board.)
He bodysurfed out into the dining area, politely excusing himself past customers during his watery passage. "Excuse me coming through sorry bout that, watch yourself, terribly sorry, yoiks!"
ShdwDrgn, Lefebre, and MataDrgn followed his watersliding until he washed out the door onto the street.
Lefebre, grinned and said "Sheesh, I thought this was [Pub] chat, not fountain!" Mata laughed with his mouth full, bits and flecks of masshed potatoes flying out onto the table, oddly, the mess spelled out the letters P-O-A! All three cried "HAIL PoA!" did a three-way high five and continued eating and chatting.
Out on the street, CatDrgN stood up, shook like a dog, but stalked inside like an indignant cat, his no longer crisp Maitre'D suit ripped, soaked and crumpled. He shrugged and decided to keep it as is, telling himself it was Haut Couture meets Grunge.
Saiten baited another grizzly bear into the kitchen, killed it and made sizzle bear, Trik dashed about jingling for supplies and Reygar swam around in the dishroom, doing.... the backstroke.
And still the pans were nowhere to be found.
Eleonora stood back, walked forward stood back again, at almost any distance, reflecting on anything shiny, damn she looked good, even in a pasta pan. Jagan walked in combing her hair, and complaining of "helmet hair" when she noticed Eleo reflecting on herself.
"Damn girl, a little more self esteem huh?"
"Oh hiya Jagan, just scoping my prized possesions."
"Your... eyelashes?"
"Nooo silly, see these new pans? All different sizes, platinum dragonhide and even, yeah check this one out, platinum spatula of burgersbane!"
Jagan didnt even ask where Eleo had gotten those because by now she'd already seen the first few chapters of the story, and walked back out, into the [Inn]'s lobby. On the way out she bumped into G_3. He smiled and helped her back to her feet "Hey there, ready for the banquet on friday?" Jagan shrugged and answered "Who isn't ready? There'll be food, entertainment, music..."
("Music!?!" CatDrgN thought, ducking back around the corner, chewing his nails into corkscrews, a nervous habit, but unique talent! "We aint got music! omg where did they get the idea we had Music??")
He snapped his fingers and dashed to the door, tripped over Ironman's outstretched leg, rolled to his feet, apologizing, backed into Trik who was carrying a tray of ...Ord... ourderves.. horsie doovers... "Hors D'ouvres!" Trik grumbled. "Yeah those, sorry man, I was just in your way, I mean on my way to, uh man, we need music!" Trik smiled "Sorry bro I don't do requests." CatDrgN dashed off. "I'll explain later, you seen Dreamt anywhere?"
Trik tilted his head..."What's a Dreamt?"
Outside, Dreamt and Dreamer were trading some assassin's gear and discussing some exploratory missions.
CatDrgN ran out, looked left and right, and spotted them, then looked left and right again, just to make sure, yep, the're still there.
"GUYS! OMFGD! Thank Zanden you're here, right where I'd have put you had this been a story of mine, wow, what luck!" Dreamt smiled and said "Well ofcouse silly, whats up?" CD looked at Dreamt, then Dreamer, then himself in the mirror, crossed his arms tapped his foot, resumed his composure and in a serious composurized tone asked "I have a mission for {End}!"
Dreamer grimaced, said "And that is?"
CatDrgN smiled and leaned in close and since he was leaning in close, decided to lower his voice.
"Can you guys sing?"
Can't say for sure, one more chapter will illuminate the situation further, currently working with George Lucas and Industrial Light and Magic to synch the script, storyboards and sound effects for it, lol. It'll be a real wallbanger.
and this is multiauthor, any ol bard can jump in and steer this into a whole other direction, it's totally freeform, hence "multi-author".
Pages: 1_2_
[Let me clarify here, NONE of this is meant to offend, in fact you'd really have to work at it a little to be actually offended, save that kinda work for those less fortunate than us gifted with a sense of humor and open minds, lol.]
And so CatDrgN, ignoring the gag reflex his smell sometimes caused to the living, grabbed Saiten and Reygar both, pulled them to the side and whispered in a rasping conspiratorial tones.
"Guys, we gotta DO something here, Eleonora's run off with all my pasta pans and I'm due to host a dinner tonight, catering for CTC no less."
Reygar laughed his @$$ off and said "Why?"
CD looked directly into the wolflike gaze of his fellow Trk-ster and explained. "Dude, aint you heard? G_3 is an undead now, and us Undead LOOOOVE pasta! Plusly he's level 25, so you know he's a heavy eater and probably tips in the thousands!"
Rey's eyes lit up in dollar signs <($)><($)> "Ch-ching!"
"Yeeaaah ya see? Now here's the plan, I'm thinking Eleo's got them stashed somewhere at Slyythra, keep an eye out for a set of rare platinum dragonhide pasta pans! The fondue set she can keep!"
<<<POP!>>>
the sudden noise of a dying balloon animal made all three of them jump.
Saiten looked around and pointed out Trik, who was walking towards them, tying up what looked like a balloon shaped as a cat. Reygar snatched it and stuffed it into CatDrgN's mouth and said "lmao Helium, now tell Trik our plan."
CatDrgN blushed (in high pitched voice) ~"well sir, heh, oh wow, this sounds cool, uh we was just gonna..."(voice returned to normal) "Ah crap, I can't let him know the rest! that is without another hit of helium!"
After some highpitched giggling and the balloon cat puffed and passed a few times, they prepared to detail the plans for the pans in Eleonora's hands.
Pots and pans rattled in the back of the kitchen in Slyythra [Pub], the sounds of Dishwashing, but only the sounds, no dishes were actually being washed!
Reygar grinned and stirred the sink water with a bladed staff and chanted in an oldlady voice "Bubble bubble toil and trouble cauldron something something bubble, eeeeh hee hee hee, wing of bat eye of newt!"
From somewhere out front in the dining area Newt exclaimed "Hey!" Rey blushes and shouts back "Present company excepted and stuff!"
Saiten came in with an apron coated in bear blood and wolf hairs "Dude, maybe I should rename myself Bat and take offense too huh?" Reygar splashed some suds at him. Saiten then looked around and asked Rey "Uhm, why are we here again?"
Reygar sighed, lazily flippd a glass plate at the wall. "Becaaaause, our genius pan plan planner thought it was a good idea for us to disguise ourselves as [Pub] employees to do surveillance and see if we can find that darn set of pans he's whining about."
Sait nodded slowly, "Ooooh okay, sure, yeah big brains plan is working like a charm aint it? YOu ever gonna finish with those dishes? You been swirling water and throwing breakables for an hour now." He tapped his midgetal wrist-hourglass for empa... ephathis... effect, lol!
CatDrgN came in dressed head to toe like a Maitre'D. "Hey you slackers, any sign of the pan set?" Rey and Sait both shook their heads. "Sigh, well more good news, people. It's gonna be a CTC-SOC-NoC banquet and they ... hey Where's Trik?"
Trik came out of the walk-in freezer, powered by a perpetual frostwave spell, he was almost as light blue of skin as his chef/Jester cap. "Br-r-r-r-r-r!" he said, as his bells jingled with the shaking, heh. Trik said it loudly to make the bells ring more. "BrRrRrRrR!" (JingleJingleJingle) "Hey that's pretty neat!"
CatDrgN, Sait and Reygar grabbed Trik and they all went out back for a break.
Pretty soon Condok
(damn almost spelled it cond__...,) and Xtrmdrgn walked down the alley. Con looked at the four of them, a bloodstained, haired-up Saiten, a light-blue Trik, a covered-in-bubbles soaking wet Reygar and CatDrgN dressed a little too crisply, whispered something in Xtrm's ear.
CatDrgN ran back inside before the tar and feathers could be gotten and given.
The sun set over the horizon, as if it had anywhere else to really set, and the plan continued, with scant days before the banquet, and no closer to being able to serve a winning batch of pasta!
M@GE@BEL and Obi-Wan sat at the corner table discussing Portal plans and pointing at various maps, but this was at BalTor, not in Slyythra, but I thought we'd take a peek in on them anyways, on with the story!
Reygar had some cast Tsunami on all the dishes to see if the work could go any quicker, it did indeed go quick, right out the door, along with a few employees and one lost Kei who was only minding his own business looking for the bathroom.
CatDrgN stormed in and crossed his arms tapping his foot, he thought this looked pretty impressive in the mirror, so then he went in and did the same to Reygar, only to get blasted out the door by a wall of waterspell. "WhOuRlPH GlURrBlE! ArgHKt!"
(Translation: Use Liquid Tide, it gets the grease out!, okay not really, but I don't think we can say those kinda things on the board.)
He bodysurfed out into the dining area, politely excusing himself past customers during his watery passage. "Excuse me coming through sorry bout that, watch yourself, terribly sorry, yoiks!"
ShdwDrgn, Lefebre, and MataDrgn followed his watersliding until he washed out the door onto the street.
Lefebre, grinned and said "Sheesh, I thought this was [Pub] chat, not fountain!" Mata laughed with his mouth full, bits and flecks of masshed potatoes flying out onto the table, oddly, the mess spelled out the letters P-O-A! All three cried "HAIL PoA!" did a three-way high five and continued eating and chatting.
Out on the street, CatDrgN stood up, shook like a dog, but stalked inside like an indignant cat, his no longer crisp Maitre'D suit ripped, soaked and crumpled. He shrugged and decided to keep it as is, telling himself it was Haut Couture meets Grunge.
Saiten baited another grizzly bear into the kitchen, killed it and made sizzle bear, Trik dashed about jingling for supplies and Reygar swam around in the dishroom, doing.... the backstroke.
And still the pans were nowhere to be found.
Eleonora stood back, walked forward stood back again, at almost any distance, reflecting on anything shiny, damn she looked good, even in a pasta pan. Jagan walked in combing her hair, and complaining of "helmet hair" when she noticed Eleo reflecting on herself.
"Damn girl, a little more self esteem huh?"
"Oh hiya Jagan, just scoping my prized possesions."
"Your... eyelashes?"
"Nooo silly, see these new pans? All different sizes, platinum dragonhide and even, yeah check this one out, platinum spatula of burgersbane!"
Jagan didnt even ask where Eleo had gotten those because by now she'd already seen the first few chapters of the story, and walked back out, into the [Inn]'s lobby. On the way out she bumped into G_3. He smiled and helped her back to her feet "Hey there, ready for the banquet on friday?" Jagan shrugged and answered "Who isn't ready? There'll be food, entertainment, music..."
("Music!?!" CatDrgN thought, ducking back around the corner, chewing his nails into corkscrews, a nervous habit, but unique talent! "We aint got music! omg where did they get the idea we had Music??")
He snapped his fingers and dashed to the door, tripped over Ironman's outstretched leg, rolled to his feet, apologizing, backed into Trik who was carrying a tray of ...Ord... ourderves.. horsie doovers... "Hors D'ouvres!" Trik grumbled. "Yeah those, sorry man, I was just in your way, I mean on my way to, uh man, we need music!" Trik smiled "Sorry bro I don't do requests." CatDrgN dashed off. "I'll explain later, you seen Dreamt anywhere?"
Trik tilted his head..."What's a Dreamt?"
Outside, Dreamt and Dreamer were trading some assassin's gear and discussing some exploratory missions.
CatDrgN ran out, looked left and right, and spotted them, then looked left and right again, just to make sure, yep, the're still there.
"GUYS! OMFGD! Thank Zanden you're here, right where I'd have put you had this been a story of mine, wow, what luck!" Dreamt smiled and said "Well ofcouse silly, whats up?" CD looked at Dreamt, then Dreamer, then himself in the mirror, crossed his arms tapped his foot, resumed his composure and in a serious composurized tone asked "I have a mission for {End}!"
Dreamer grimaced, said "And that is?"
CatDrgN smiled and leaned in close and since he was leaning in close, decided to lower his voice.
"Can you guys sing?"
Can't say for sure, one more chapter will illuminate the situation further, currently working with George Lucas and Industrial Light and Magic to synch the script, storyboards and sound effects for it, lol. It'll be a real wallbanger.
and this is multiauthor, any ol bard can jump in and steer this into a whole other direction, it's totally freeform, hence "multi-author".
Pages: 1_2_
[Let me clarify here, NONE of this is meant to offend, in fact you'd really have to work at it a little to be actually offended, save that kinda work for those less fortunate than us gifted with a sense of humor and open minds, lol.]