Wyvern Posted September 18, 2004 Report Posted September 18, 2004 Wyvern practically awakens the entire Pen as he wanders towards Racouol's room at three in the morning, carrying a large metal ring on which a variety of pans clang against each other loudly. Arriving at the Bearer of Deep Pockets' door, the overgrown lizard recounts the number of different pans on the ring to double check that there are twenty four in total. Sure enough, the ring contains a pan-duh (general pan), a pan-ick (dirty pan), four clip on pan-ties, Pan-Dora's box (a pan owned by the restaurant owner Dora that actually stores other pans within it), a Pan-jjyeah (the ideal hip hop pan), a pan-cake (pan shaped like a cake), a dead-pan (a pan for cooks without any emotion), a pan-see (pan shaped like a flower for showing off), a pan-fur (a pan covered in black fur), a pan-o-rama (an elegent collection of six pans), a pan-theism (a pan used for cooking in churches), and a pan-taloon (a pan shaped like a talon, used for cooking birds). Grinning and nodding to himself, the reptilian Elder carelessly drops the ring of pans next to Racouol's door, and places the following note on top of it: "Racouol, For cooking, combat, and xylophone use (given the noise this ring seems to make, it'd be an excellent addition to the instruments of the Racouolettes). Happy Birthday! Wyv-" ;-) OOC: Have a good one, Racouol.
Alaeha Posted September 18, 2004 Report Posted September 18, 2004 Exasperated, Alaeha followed Wyvern down the halls, not willing to bellow loudly enough for him to hear her. When she finally caught up with him outside Racuoul's room, she berated Wyvern: "You forgot something." She reached into her purse, and withdrew: A Pan-oseeya (which looked back at her eerily,) a pan-decked (guaranteed to cover any cooking need,) a pan-ark (big enough to rule the entirety of the kitchen,) a pan-duriform (which was adamant in holding its fiddle shape,) and a Pan-ivore (which looked about hungrily, muttering "bread...") "There!" She said. "Now, let's get out of here before he wakes up." (Happy Birthday!)
Ayshela Posted September 18, 2004 Report Posted September 18, 2004 Ayshela unclapped her hands from her ears long enough to deliver a proper Pan-acea, with a note reading "to cure the ills from too much birthday celebration AND from too much birthday noise. Happy Birthday!" Grimacing at the disharmony she clapped her hands over her ears again and made good her escape.
Peredhil Posted September 18, 2004 Report Posted September 18, 2004 (Happy Birthday Racouol. I haven't any clever words for you, just my respect and affection. *hugs* (On an side note, I've noticed that, of the Pen Membership, I find myself chortling and reading excerpts of a Wyvern post aloud to anyone in the vicinity more than any other person here - including me. I am simply amazed at the amount and variety of Wyvern's creativity.))
Valdar and Astralis Posted September 19, 2004 Report Posted September 19, 2004 "Dora Dull and not so nice, Give the food then give advice. . .Dora Dull and not so nice, Give the food then give advice. . .Dora dull and. . ." A vast sea of chanting echoed through the corridors, and 484827894897 vacant eyed Dora Cultists moan their way through the Pen Keep.
cryptomancer Posted September 19, 2004 Report Posted September 19, 2004 Happy birthday..... hope the year is kind.
Racouol Posted September 19, 2004 Report Posted September 19, 2004 (edited) Racouol woke up to the sound of banging frying pans and chanting coming from the other side of his door. He groaned and slowly got out of bed. He stumbled over to his pants that layed it the corner of his room. After several attempts he manages to put one leg through the pantleg of his pants. After several more attampts he gets his other leg into the same pant leg. Satisfied he started towards the door only to fall into one of the many piles of junk he had laying about. In an instant the pile seemed to come alive and buried him. This caused the other piles of junk to come tumbling down. After a few minutes Racouol was able to unbury himself from his grave of cooking utesiles, month old steaks, bowling balls, and various peices of furnature. He then took off pants and threw them angrily against the wall. Racouol then walked over to his door wearing only a pair of boxers with little hearts on them. He then Knelt down and grabbed the doornob and started pulling. A few more minutes pass before he realize that the three feet of various item that covered his floor might be the reason his door would not swing open. Muttering to himself Racouol stood up and gave the door a swift kick. The kick caused the door to burst open and once again the pile of junk that now completely covered his floor came alive again and this time went threw the door bringing Racouol with it. Racouol managed to duck under the doorframe as he rode a wave of junk threw it. He turned around and chuckled just as the wave of junk hit the wall on the otherside of the hallway and tossed him out the window. Racouol managed to grab the window sill and hung there for the rest of the morning. OOC: Thank you everyone. Looking forward to spending another year with you all. Edited September 19, 2004 by Racouol
Lady Celes Crusader Posted September 20, 2004 Report Posted September 20, 2004 Have a good one indeed, Racouol.
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