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Kitanna · 09-17-2005, 05:23 PM

Wilwa? Dead? She once gave me a stray kitten! How horrible!

Boromir88 · 09-17-2005, 05:31 PM

What a sorrowful morning. She always made for pleasant company in the Cafe and never caused me any problems. What kind of beast must you be to cause such treachery?

Celuien · 09-17-2005, 05:50 PM

Poor Wilwa! I shall miss discussing the joys of the impossibility of division by zero with her.

Now to set about finding the cruel beasts who did this. All I can suggest is that we all seek them out loudly and actively as we can. Silence only benefits the lupine among us by giving them a shadowy lair from which they can launch attacks on us. If we force them into the open, they're bound to make a slip.

I'd best be feeding the Ribbiters. Mr. Chubbs likes 3 crickets for dinner, and he's very cranky when I'm late.

Gil-Galad · 09-17-2005, 05:57 PM

bah... i felt something special with her ya know? she wasn't like all the other girls ya know? well its all horrible...so Kitanna, what are you doing tonight?

the phantom · 09-17-2005, 06:16 PM

Hurry! Get your things packed. Get out of this village before the madness begins thought the phantom to himself as he entered his little shack.

Running away again, eh? How brave! said a voice in his head.

Running has kept me alive this long, and it'll keep me alive again! he snapped back at the voice.

But if the wolves keep going from village to village wiping everyone out, eventually there won't be another village to run to. You have to stand your ground eventually returned the voice.

Stand my ground and die? Ha! What chance does this village have?

Not much if you leave! answered the voice. You're a leader and a clear thinker- when you are sober, that is. The village could really use you.

the phantom sighed, sat down on the floor, and cradled his throbbing head.

"Should I run, or fight?" he asked aloud to the empty room.

After nearly ten minutes of silence, his jaw slowly hardened and his hands balled up into fists.

"I will FIGHT! First, I need to take some medicine and get my head cleared up so I can think better. Then- I'll make some plans."

Boromir88 · 09-17-2005, 06:59 PM

Crazy drunk, I should just ban him from the Cafe.

Hmm, Perky's sort of signalling me over, I wonder if I should close for the day. Or perhaps, since we need to decide what to do I can round everyone up to the Cafe. I suppose it would be a nice gathering place to conduct talks. Plus get the place lively for once.

"Drinks are on the house today fellow villagers. We got things to discuss."

The Perky Ent · 09-17-2005, 07:19 PM

"Drink's on the house?" Perky said, as he pulled up a seat in Boromir's cafe. "You don't have to tell me twice! Bring forth an ale!" Perky made conversation with Boromir, talking about everything but the morning's incident. He wanted to wait til everyone was present so they could all here what everyone had to say. Besides that, Perky had made everyone's favorite meal for the occasion, and proper manners dictated that everyone should be seated before eating. Looking over the day, Perky realized what he had done. He spent hours upon hours cooking his troubles away, but he realized no amount of curry could get rid of the werewolves.

Celuien · 09-17-2005, 07:34 PM

Celuien walked into Boromir's cafe, a dripping box under one arm and a willow wand under the other. Loud ribbits could be heard coming from the box.

"Take those disgusting frogs out of here!" shouted one villager. "It's bad enough that you fill your own hut with them. We don't want them in here while we're trying to think."

"Now, now," returned Celuien. "There's no harm in them. Besides, how could you expect me to leave my darlings unattended when there are werewolves rampaging through Tinseltown?" She glared at the villager and sat down at a table.

"What's the stick for?" queried another.

"You'll just have to see," came the mysterious reply. To herself she added what, you've never heard of a willow rod for divining? Granted that's usually for water, but why not try it on wolves too? It's as good as anything else I have to go on. Grasping at straws, grasping at straws...

With that, Celuien ordered a mug of coffee and muttered to herself with a glowering expression on her face.

09-17-2005, 05:23 PM	#1
Kitanna Child of the West Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Watching President Fillmore ride a unicorn Posts: 2,132	Wilwa? Dead? She once gave me a stray kitten! How horrible! __________________ "Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." - Mark Twain

09-17-2005, 05:31 PM	#2
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,521	What a sorrowful morning. She always made for pleasant company in the Cafe and never caused me any problems. What kind of beast must you be to cause such treachery? __________________ Fenris Penguin

09-17-2005, 05:50 PM	#3
Celuien Riveting Ribbiter Join Date: May 2005 Location: Assigned to Mordor Posts: 1,767	Poor Wilwa! I shall miss discussing the joys of the impossibility of division by zero with her. Now to set about finding the cruel beasts who did this. All I can suggest is that we all seek them out loudly and actively as we can. Silence only benefits the lupine among us by giving them a shadowy lair from which they can launch attacks on us. If we force them into the open, they're bound to make a slip. I'd best be feeding the Ribbiters. Mr. Chubbs likes 3 crickets for dinner, and he's very cranky when I'm late. __________________ People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff.

09-17-2005, 05:57 PM	#4
Gil-Galad Psyche of Prince Immortal Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: Above a Parapet Obvious exits are: North, South, and Dennis Posts: 4,734	bah... i felt something special with her ya know? she wasn't like all the other girls ya know? well its all horrible...so Kitanna, what are you doing tonight? __________________ Love doesn't blow up and get killed.

09-17-2005, 06:16 PM	#5
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,971	Hurry! Get your things packed. Get out of this village before the madness begins thought the phantom to himself as he entered his little shack. Running away again, eh? How brave! said a voice in his head. Running has kept me alive this long, and it'll keep me alive again! he snapped back at the voice. But if the wolves keep going from village to village wiping everyone out, eventually there won't be another village to run to. You have to stand your ground eventually returned the voice. Stand my ground and die? Ha! What chance does this village have? Not much if you leave! answered the voice. You're a leader and a clear thinker- when you are sober, that is. The village could really use you. the phantom sighed, sat down on the floor, and cradled his throbbing head. "Should I run, or fight?" he asked aloud to the empty room. After nearly ten minutes of silence, his jaw slowly hardened and his hands balled up into fists. "I will FIGHT! First, I need to take some medicine and get my head cleared up so I can think better. Then- I'll make some plans." __________________ the phantom has posted. This thread is now important.

09-17-2005, 06:59 PM	#6
Boromir88 Laconic Loreman Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: USA Posts: 7,521	Crazy drunk, I should just ban him from the Cafe. Hmm, Perky's sort of signalling me over, I wonder if I should close for the day. Or perhaps, since we need to decide what to do I can round everyone up to the Cafe. I suppose it would be a nice gathering place to conduct talks. Plus get the place lively for once. "Drinks are on the house today fellow villagers. We got things to discuss." __________________ Fenris Penguin

09-17-2005, 07:19 PM	#7
The Perky Ent Maniacal Mage Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Setting sail for Umbar, with Firefoot at my side! Posts: 3,297	Cheers! "Drink's on the house?" Perky said, as he pulled up a seat in Boromir's cafe. "You don't have to tell me twice! Bring forth an ale!" Perky made conversation with Boromir, talking about everything but the morning's incident. He wanted to wait til everyone was present so they could all here what everyone had to say. Besides that, Perky had made everyone's favorite meal for the occasion, and proper manners dictated that everyone should be seated before eating. Looking over the day, Perky realized what he had done. He spent hours upon hours cooking his troubles away, but he realized no amount of curry could get rid of the werewolves. __________________ 'But Melkor also was there, and he came to the house of Fëanor, and there he slew Finwë King of the Noldor before his doors, and spilled the first blood in the Blessed Realm; for Finwë alone had not fled from the horror of the Dark.'

09-17-2005, 07:34 PM	#8
Celuien Riveting Ribbiter Join Date: May 2005 Location: Assigned to Mordor Posts: 1,767	Celuien walked into Boromir's cafe, a dripping box under one arm and a willow wand under the other. Loud ribbits could be heard coming from the box. "Take those disgusting frogs out of here!" shouted one villager. "It's bad enough that you fill your own hut with them. We don't want them in here while we're trying to think." "Now, now," returned Celuien. "There's no harm in them. Besides, how could you expect me to leave my darlings unattended when there are werewolves rampaging through Tinseltown?" She glared at the villager and sat down at a table. "What's the stick for?" queried another. "You'll just have to see," came the mysterious reply. To herself she added what, you've never heard of a willow rod for divining? Granted that's usually for water, but why not try it on wolves too? It's as good as anything else I have to go on. Grasping at straws, grasping at straws... With that, Celuien ordered a mug of coffee and muttered to herself with a glowering expression on her face. __________________ People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff.