**Birthday Party in the Barrow** (May, 2005) - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Firefoot · 05-01-2005, 03:50 PM

Firefoot tried the name out. "Codijune. That's cool." She knelt down, letting the dog sniff her hand before giving her head a friendly scritch.

"I love dogs," she said, in response to Ealasaide's question. She stood up again. "I have one at home, but I had to leave him there today."

Ealasaide · 05-01-2005, 03:52 PM

"Oh, I wish you could have brought your dog!" Ealasaide answered with a touch of regret. "They could have had some fun running around together. What kind of dog have you got?"

Firefoot · 05-01-2005, 03:59 PM

"He's a sheltie - a little bit smaller than Codijune," answered Firefoot. "His name's Marco." She paused. Marco would have fun here, more fun than at home. "Maybe I'll be able to run home and get him later."

wilwarin538 · 05-01-2005, 04:06 PM

Wilwa got up from the piano, her fingers getting tiered, and pranced over to the large group of people reciting the limiricks and laughing at davem. She danced around even though there wasnt music playing anymore until she plopped into a chair to take a rest.

Ealasaide · 05-01-2005, 04:08 PM

"A sheltie! Great little dogs..." Ealasaide smiled. "Codijune is half coyote, but her other half is collie. She and Marco are cousins in a way." She looked down at Codijune, who wagged her tail agreeably. "That would be great if you could bring him later. Codi would enjoy having a friend to run around with."

Just then a third person, Fea, joined them in the corner.

""You guys are talking about dogs... can I join you?" asked Fea.

"Of course," answered Ealasaide. "Are you another dog person, then?"

Encaitare · 05-01-2005, 04:21 PM

"It seems that our host is indeed rather late.... late as in the late Wightbarrowwight," Enca observed. She too had been snapped back into what some people might call "the real world" in order to help push an old car from one side of the garage to the other. Go figure.

Rather thirsty from the minimal manual labor, she sought out a drink. Being but 16 (therefore no Old Winyards allowed for her) and of the opinion that champagne was quite possibly the foulest thing ever created, she came upon a pleasant-looking bowl of punch.

As she looked around, Enca thought that this was one of the best parties she'd ever attended. Anything that combined the undead and verse had to be pretty good, she decided. And since it seemed that the limerick game was slowing down, she figured she may as well see if she couldn't start it up again. She climbed onto a chair with her cup of punch and announced,

Where in the world is our host?
I do hope he's not comatose.
So in the meantime
We can have punch and wine
But I think that champagne is gross!

Feanor of the Peredhil · 05-01-2005, 04:23 PM

"Dog person indeed. Three over-grown lap dogs at home. A pure German Shepherd, a pure Golden Retriever, and a mutt. All too big to be laying on my lap, but none of them are aware of it." Fea smiled, glad to have found a somewhat quiet corner. Her mood swings were as notorious as her attention span, and right now she felt like a bit of quiet discussion.

Hookbill the Goomba · 05-02-2005, 02:49 AM

"Where's my Armadillo?" cried the obviously still half asleep Hookbill as he collapsed though the wall. Luckily as he was only a spirit, no damage was done. Scrambling to his feet, Hookbill was confused as to why the party was still going on. He had hoped to find his wallet that he'd left there the last night, but it was not to be.

"Have you brought a bottle?" asked the doorman, "It is a party, and you need to bring at least a Bottle."

"I was here last night," explained Hookbill, who was waking up slightly, "I brought a bottle of... erm... wine... I think. It was in this green bottle and had an orange label with a picture of a spider on it."

"YOU brought that awful stuff?" cried the doorman.

"Yes I did," said Hookbill wandering up to the buffet table.

Hilde Bracegirdle · 05-02-2005, 04:07 AM

Hilde woke up with a start at her accustomed hour. Looking around her, she saw that there were many bodies laying scattered about on the cold stone and some in comfy chairs. With a sudden sense of panic she checked her clothes and touched her hair. No, not a thin white gown and circlet, but she wore the same jeans and sweater as yesterday.

In her private fog, Hilde dug around in her bag for her Nexium. "We’ll be needing this," she whispered to Codijune who had raised her head from Ealasaide knee. Hilde’s stomach was on fire. Knowing that Ealasaide would be asleep, and wouldn’t be up for chatting just yet, she got up to look for a glass of water, or cup of tea or whatever to take her medicine with, and hopefully some sort of bland bread.

Finding her way to the tidied display of food, she saw some macaroons along side chips and glowing red salsa. Maybe just a little, she thought, debating with herself. How she loved good food!

With a plate heaped with cold salmon, chips and salsa as well as a goodly amount of macaroons, and a hot cup of tea. Hilde sat back down and carefully wrapped a macaroon in a napkin, slipping it in her bag for her daughter. Retrieving a CD player and shabby paperback copy of The Two Towers. She slipped a copy of Going for the One in the player and put her headphones on, throwing Codijune a chip before cracking open the book. Good food, good music, good book and good company. What more could she want. They'd have to peel her the ceiling soon!

THE Ka · 05-02-2005, 07:18 AM

Sometimes, when people themselves want to be an utter secret to the world, even if it is a barrow, it can be difficult for them to 'warm up' to other beings of their same accord. Ka felt a sudden rush of anxiety whenever another member (though there were few at that hour) mentioned or interacted with her, it would feel as if frame of her being, though quiet translucent, would crumble like stone on the floor.

Other members had begun to wake, and though not entirely ignoring the comments made by other members, ka continued to clean up what seemed too much of a mess. Soon, there wasn't really much else to clean or do, and the guises where now playing some game or another and had completely ignored most of the cleaning entirely. ka went back to her bag, and the corner and finnished reading The Picture of Dorian Grey in silence.

Lalwendë · 05-02-2005, 08:06 AM

The morning mists swirled gently about the stones and all was quiet after the night before. A shape appeared through the grey dawn, a small creature pushing a wheelbarrow. It was Lalwende, moving quickly over the dew soaked turf. She entered the barrow without stopping and a few minutes later reappeared.

In the wheelbarrow lay davem, sleepy but still clutching an empty bottle of Old Winyards in one hand, and his pipe in the other. He struggled to sit up but his head was sore and he decided it was far too much effort and lay back down again. "Just lay still now," scolded Lalwende. "We'll get to Mrs Butterbur's Pie Shop and have a nice fry up, that'll sort you out".

She pushed davem's arms back into the wheelbarrow and tutted before giving it a big push to get it going. "But I want a smoke!" wailed davem, trying to sit up again. He pushed down on the sides of the wheelbarrow with his hands, it gave a lurch and he was thrown from it. He rolled down the slope into the mist and Lalwende ran down after him, cursing.

"Will you do as you're told?" she snapped, hauling him back onto the wheelbarrow. And off they went, disappearing into the mist until only their voices could be heard, growing ever more faint until they too faded into the silence.

Hookbill the Goomba · 05-02-2005, 08:59 AM

The buffet table was still laden with many different foods. Although most of the best food had gone many hours ago. There were a few sandwiches, sausage rolls, and one or two cheesecakes. Hookbill took a plate and placed two sandwiches and a slice of cake and sat next to a small table. There were a good many wights sleeping on the floor near to him, one of them had a pouch of old Toby open and spilling onto the floor. Being careful, Hookbill took some and lit it in his long wooden pipe.

"Still no sign of B-Wight?" shouted Hookbill to a small group of Wights that were chatting and laughing in the corner, "Will he ever show?"

"Who can tell?" one said with a mouth full of food, "Barrow Wight comes and goes as he pleases. Perhaps he still sleeps."

Hookbill the Goomba · 05-02-2005, 01:58 PM

Hookbill leaped upon his table once again. Hoping to encourage people to sing and present new songs to lighten the sleepy mood. He played a little tune on his flute before reciting a new poem.

Come all ye minstrels, dance and sing
This is supposed to be a jolly old thing
So play you're voiles, and raise your voices
So that The Barrow Wight rejoices
Let our play ring out over the dell
That none can say that it is fell
Barrow Downs and Brandy wine
We all see the weather is fine
So SING! Of many different things
But mostly of The Lord of the Rings!

Some cheered, but others threw things at Hookbill, who had to quickly duck to avoid a tomato that was heading for his head.

Feanor of the Peredhil · 05-01-2005, 04:06 PM

Fea slid back through the door quietly. "Shh" she said... "Don't tell my parents I'm back. They think I'm doing homework, but I snuck away."

Seeing that the limericks were trailing off in her absence, Fea walked up to Firefoot and Ealasaide. "You guys are talking about dogs... can I join you?"

05-01-2005, 03:50 PM	#1
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Firefoot tried the name out. "Codijune. That's cool." She knelt down, letting the dog sniff her hand before giving her head a friendly scritch. "I love dogs," she said, in response to Ealasaide's question. She stood up again. "I have one at home, but I had to leave him there today." Last edited by Firefoot; 05-01-2005 at 03:53 PM.

05-01-2005, 04:06 PM	#4
wilwarin538 Fluttering Enchantment Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Canada Posts: 2,508	Wilwa got up from the piano, her fingers getting tiered, and pranced over to the large group of people reciting the limiricks and laughing at davem. She danced around even though there wasnt music playing anymore until she plopped into a chair to take a rest. __________________ Comme une étoile amarante Comme un papillon de nuit C'est la lumière qui m'attire La flamme qui m'éblouit Fenris Muffin

05-01-2005, 04:23 PM	#7
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	"Dog person indeed. Three over-grown lap dogs at home. A pure German Shepherd, a pure Golden Retriever, and a mutt. All too big to be laying on my lap, but none of them are aware of it." Fea smiled, glad to have found a somewhat quiet corner. Her mood swings were as notorious as her attention span, and right now she felt like a bit of quiet discussion. __________________ peace

05-02-2005, 02:49 AM	#8
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	"Where's my Armadillo?" cried the obviously still half asleep Hookbill as he collapsed though the wall. Luckily as he was only a spirit, no damage was done. Scrambling to his feet, Hookbill was confused as to why the party was still going on. He had hoped to find his wallet that he'd left there the last night, but it was not to be. "Have you brought a bottle?" asked the doorman, "It is a party, and you need to bring at least a Bottle." "I was here last night," explained Hookbill, who was waking up slightly, "I brought a bottle of... erm... wine... I think. It was in this green bottle and had an orange label with a picture of a spider on it." "YOU brought that awful stuff?" cried the doorman. "Yes I did," said Hookbill wandering up to the buffet table. __________________ I think that if you want facts, then The Downer Newspaper is probably the place to go. I know! I read it once. THE PHANTOM AND ALIEN: The Legend of the Golden Bus Ticket...

05-02-2005, 04:07 AM	#9
Hilde Bracegirdle Relic of Wandering Days Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: You'll See Perpetual Change. Posts: 1,480	Hilde woke up with a start at her accustomed hour. Looking around her, she saw that there were many bodies laying scattered about on the cold stone and some in comfy chairs. With a sudden sense of panic she checked her clothes and touched her hair. No, not a thin white gown and circlet, but she wore the same jeans and sweater as yesterday. In her private fog, Hilde dug around in her bag for her Nexium. "We’ll be needing this," she whispered to Codijune who had raised her head from Ealasaide knee. Hilde’s stomach was on fire. Knowing that Ealasaide would be asleep, and wouldn’t be up for chatting just yet, she got up to look for a glass of water, or cup of tea or whatever to take her medicine with, and hopefully some sort of bland bread. Finding her way to the tidied display of food, she saw some macaroons along side chips and glowing red salsa. Maybe just a little, she thought, debating with herself. How she loved good food! With a plate heaped with cold salmon, chips and salsa as well as a goodly amount of macaroons, and a hot cup of tea. Hilde sat back down and carefully wrapped a macaroon in a napkin, slipping it in her bag for her daughter. Retrieving a CD player and shabby paperback copy of The Two Towers. She slipped a copy of Going for the One in the player and put her headphones on, throwing Codijune a chip before cracking open the book. Good food, good music, good book and good company. What more could she want. They'd have to peel her the ceiling soon! Last edited by Hilde Bracegirdle; 05-02-2005 at 10:34 AM.

05-01-2005, 03:52 PM	#2
Ealasaide Shadow of Tyrn Gorthad Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: The Fencing Lyst Posts: 810	"Oh, I wish you could have brought your dog!" Ealasaide answered with a touch of regret. "They could have had some fun running around together. What kind of dog have you got?"

05-01-2005, 03:59 PM	#3
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	"He's a sheltie - a little bit smaller than Codijune," answered Firefoot. "His name's Marco." She paused. Marco would have fun here, more fun than at home. "Maybe I'll be able to run home and get him later."

05-01-2005, 04:08 PM	#5
Ealasaide Shadow of Tyrn Gorthad Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: The Fencing Lyst Posts: 810	"A sheltie! Great little dogs..." Ealasaide smiled. "Codijune is half coyote, but her other half is collie. She and Marco are cousins in a way." She looked down at Codijune, who wagged her tail agreeably. "That would be great if you could bring him later. Codi would enjoy having a friend to run around with." Just then a third person, Fea, joined them in the corner. ""You guys are talking about dogs... can I join you?" asked Fea. "Of course," answered Ealasaide. "Are you another dog person, then?"

05-01-2005, 04:21 PM	#6
Encaitare Bittersweet Symphony Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: On the jolly starship Enterprise Posts: 1,814	"It seems that our host is indeed rather late.... late as in the late Wightbarrowwight," Enca observed. She too had been snapped back into what some people might call "the real world" in order to help push an old car from one side of the garage to the other. Go figure. Rather thirsty from the minimal manual labor, she sought out a drink. Being but 16 (therefore no Old Winyards allowed for her) and of the opinion that champagne was quite possibly the foulest thing ever created, she came upon a pleasant-looking bowl of punch. As she looked around, Enca thought that this was one of the best parties she'd ever attended. Anything that combined the undead and verse had to be pretty good, she decided. And since it seemed that the limerick game was slowing down, she figured she may as well see if she couldn't start it up again. She climbed onto a chair with her cup of punch and announced, Where in the world is our host? I do hope he's not comatose. So in the meantime We can have punch and wine But I think that champagne is gross!

05-02-2005, 07:18 AM	#10
THE Ka Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: As with the flygja Posts: 1,403	Sometimes, when people themselves want to be an utter secret to the world, even if it is a barrow, it can be difficult for them to 'warm up' to other beings of their same accord. Ka felt a sudden rush of anxiety whenever another member (though there were few at that hour) mentioned or interacted with her, it would feel as if frame of her being, though quiet translucent, would crumble like stone on the floor. Other members had begun to wake, and though not entirely ignoring the comments made by other members, ka continued to clean up what seemed too much of a mess. Soon, there wasn't really much else to clean or do, and the guises where now playing some game or another and had completely ignored most of the cleaning entirely. ka went back to her bag, and the corner and finnished reading The Picture of Dorian Grey in silence. __________________ Vinur, vinur skilur tú meg? Veitst tú ongan loyniveg? Hevur tú reikað líka sum eg, í endaleysu tokuni?

05-02-2005, 08:06 AM	#11
Lalwendë A Mere Boggart Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: under the bed Posts: 4,737	The morning mists swirled gently about the stones and all was quiet after the night before. A shape appeared through the grey dawn, a small creature pushing a wheelbarrow. It was Lalwende, moving quickly over the dew soaked turf. She entered the barrow without stopping and a few minutes later reappeared. In the wheelbarrow lay davem, sleepy but still clutching an empty bottle of Old Winyards in one hand, and his pipe in the other. He struggled to sit up but his head was sore and he decided it was far too much effort and lay back down again. "Just lay still now," scolded Lalwende. "We'll get to Mrs Butterbur's Pie Shop and have a nice fry up, that'll sort you out". She pushed davem's arms back into the wheelbarrow and tutted before giving it a big push to get it going. "But I want a smoke!" wailed davem, trying to sit up again. He pushed down on the sides of the wheelbarrow with his hands, it gave a lurch and he was thrown from it. He rolled down the slope into the mist and Lalwende ran down after him, cursing. "Will you do as you're told?" she snapped, hauling him back onto the wheelbarrow. And off they went, disappearing into the mist until only their voices could be heard, growing ever more faint until they too faded into the silence. __________________ Gordon's alive!

05-02-2005, 08:59 AM	#12
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	The buffet table was still laden with many different foods. Although most of the best food had gone many hours ago. There were a few sandwiches, sausage rolls, and one or two cheesecakes. Hookbill took a plate and placed two sandwiches and a slice of cake and sat next to a small table. There were a good many wights sleeping on the floor near to him, one of them had a pouch of old Toby open and spilling onto the floor. Being careful, Hookbill took some and lit it in his long wooden pipe. "Still no sign of B-Wight?" shouted Hookbill to a small group of Wights that were chatting and laughing in the corner, "Will he ever show?" "Who can tell?" one said with a mouth full of food, "Barrow Wight comes and goes as he pleases. Perhaps he still sleeps." __________________ I think that if you want facts, then The Downer Newspaper is probably the place to go. I know! I read it once. THE PHANTOM AND ALIEN: The Legend of the Golden Bus Ticket...

05-02-2005, 01:58 PM	#13
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	Hookbill leaped upon his table once again. Hoping to encourage people to sing and present new songs to lighten the sleepy mood. He played a little tune on his flute before reciting a new poem. Come all ye minstrels, dance and sing This is supposed to be a jolly old thing So play you're voiles, and raise your voices So that The Barrow Wight rejoices Let our play ring out over the dell That none can say that it is fell Barrow Downs and Brandy wine We all see the weather is fine So SING! Of many different things But mostly of The Lord of the Rings! Some cheered, but others threw things at Hookbill, who had to quickly duck to avoid a tomato that was heading for his head. __________________ I think that if you want facts, then The Downer Newspaper is probably the place to go. I know! I read it once. THE PHANTOM AND ALIEN: The Legend of the Golden Bus Ticket...

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