wordplay

[Norman]

Norman jumps onto the espresso machine that quietly hums and steams in the corner....

 

"Gather round, gather round, come closer all of you."

 

"It seems there need within the walls to introduce an element of chaotic wordplay."

 

are there any questions before we begin?

 

-Norman

 

 

(ooc: consider this a warning of more to come, sign up now by posting a question. Questions can be about anything, not necessarily about chaotic wordplay. Thank you.)

[cryptomancer]

The Raven lands in the rafters above Norman and looks quizzically at the miniture orc. Curiosity overcomes the wish for shadows and the Raven glides down to land on the orc's head. Looking down at Norman in the upsidedown and remarkably quizzical manner of a bird perched on a bowler hat, the Raven asks....

 

"So, why dont we have a bust of Pallas for the ravens to sit on?"

 

[Norman]

Norman looks up at the Raven on his head.

 

"I believe you are the first to play, my dear feather duster, so here's your gig, simple as can be, write a poem for me, or a story, on why we have no bust of Pallas."

 

Turning to the crowd again, the diminuative orc looks around, "right, who's next?"

 

-Norman

 

(ooc: see how its gonna work? now come ask me a question? please?)

[Ozymandias]

Perhaps an orc of the world such as yourself can tell me; truly, why is a raven like a writing desk?

[Norman]

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

 

when i would say and you may agree,

each moment with one is an eternity,

and from each when you hit a wall,

is heard the utterance, "nevermore"

 

But that is for you to say,

in verse of rhyme for us today,

or in a story you could suggest,

how to use a raven as a desk.

 

-Norman

 

(occ: Thank you Ozy, please PM me if i confuse anyone, but write a piece on ravens and desks)

[Ozymandias]

(Rhyme?? )

 

The raven, I think

runs black as ink

under the bright

and daylight sky

 

The paper drinks

the strokes and whorls

that trace hunger and portent

from his wing and cry

 

He comes for meal

cleaning bones and sockets

whether in the road

or hidden in the lawn

 

The quills of Poe's herald

do prove after all

both good for writing with

and for writing on

[Norman]

*applauds*

 

wonderful Ozy sir!! wonderfully done!

 

*Norman looks around* so, who will be next then?

 

-Norman

[cryptomancer]

There once was a bust of Pallas here,

Not certain where it was put,

I placed a claw upon its brow,

But not since then on it have stood.

 

It has likely been shifted twice,

Placed upon the shelf with mice

Lined the ledge of a dusty shelf,

Is door stop for an ancient elf?

 

I have not seen its likeness here,

Just the piles of dust and such,

None had spoken of its lose,

It could not have been missed much.

 

But then again I think I see,

Its like maybe its family,

Same face but beard of white

And dust and such its quite a sight.

 

The bust of Pallas has been kept,

I see it clearly now,

For birds have oft upon it met

And covered it in their shroud.

 

For dust and such, is often white,

And many birds and years have passed,

And still they sit upon the brow,

But of whom, none have asked.

 

And most see not Pallas there,

The bust oft times gives pause,

Though it is Pallas we all know

Its appearance is Santa Claus

 

The dust a mantle soft does give,

The light dusting of snow

The beard of white and the hair,

Most likely from the birds you know.

 

 

The bust of Pallas needs a clean me thinks.....

 

[Gwaihir]

Gwaihir strolled through, lost in thought.

"Questions? I have questions: How does one properly describe a tree? ... and from who's point of view should one describe said tree?"

[Norman]

Norman paused

 

"A tree? what, like you mean those leafy things that are always in the way and growing everywhere even when you cut them all down?"

 

"Well should I have to discribe them, I would say..... hang on.... thats not the game."

 

Norman thought a moment,

 

"Right then, your turn its what it seems to be

The due description of a tree,

not from you and not from me,

but from the viewpoint of the tree."

 

Norman paused again, comtemplating the challenge,

 

"and maybe from the point of view of the squirrel that lives in the top left hand branchof it too."

 

-Norman

 

(ooc: thank you Gwaihir, welcome to the game.)

[Wyvern]

Wyvern barges into the Cabaret Room with a grip of ragged papers clutched in his claws, brushing past Ozymandias and making the Raven flutter for a moment as he comes to a halt near Gwaihir and Norman at the expresso machine. The overgrown lizard nods to the two pennites, then whips out a flask of Bruteweiser and begins shooting expresso into it.

 

"I call thisss 'The Idiot's Coffee.'" Wyvern winks to the surrounding pennites and grins, then lifts his flask up in a toast of sorts and takes a long swig. Wyvern's tail seems to suddenly straighten out and go rigid as the cocktail takes effect. "S-S-S-sso anyway, Norman, I wasss thinking of a question for thisss wordplay thing of yours and came up with a few things."

 

Wyvern lifts the messy pack of papers in his claws with a grin, oblivious to Norman's glum expression.

 

"Anyway, I definitely had to narrow thingssss down... there were a lotta questionsss about scheming methods of course, those were the first to go since I'm a pretty damn good schemer as it isss. Then there was 'mirror mirror on the wall, why is Wyvern the prettiest of them all?', but that got dropped when I realized it was my sexy scales and suave demeanor. Then 'is there a purpose greater than geld?' got dropped cus I might as well have been asssking about the meaning of life, and I narrowed out 'where O where has CheerMynx gone?' by a sssmall margin cus she couldn't be too far. 'What is the best spot to spy on Pen ladies undressing?' and conversely 'what is the best spot to spy on Tzimfemme dressing?'... thossse were tough ones to drop, but I decided that the answers were best sought in trial and error. Anyway, the bottom line isss that I finally came up with a perfect quessstion for you, Norman. Here it isss."

 

Wyvern clears his throat and reaches into a pocket of his tunic, pulling out a tiny sheet of paper that looks like something one might find inside a fortune cookie. He hands the question to Norman with a toothy grin.

 

The sheet reads:

 

"What sort of question should Wyvern ask in order to influence Norman the Runt to buy Almost Dragonic Brand Imitation Orc Tusk Enlargers™?"

[Norman]

What sort of question should Wyvern ask in order to influence Norman the Runt to buy Almost Dragonic Brand Imitation Orc Tusk Enlargers™?

 

Norman stared blankly at the small slip of paper, his mind slowly numbing as it processed yet another message regarding tusk enlargement from the Almost Draconic spam artist, (I meant scam artist.)

 

“We, lets see, tusk enlargement is a tricky issue, right. You got to be careful how you does it right. See most chieftains and such have larger tusks cause its all status symbols and everything, and you gots to be careful not to appear to out rank those that you shouldn’t outrank and all.”

 

Norman paused considering the options involved in answering the Elder Lizards question.

 

“And see, strictly speaking right, I have a far better tusk to body ratio that any other orc. I had to leave the legion as it all sorta got in the way see, me being slightly shorter than most and still having larger tusks, compared to my body size, sorta made things difficult.”

 

Norman scribbles a small not on the slip of paper and hands it back to Wyvern.

 

“This here is the address I give to people that wish to provide me with ongoing correspondence on matters pertaining to orcish tusk enlargement, Aquatherian investment opportunities, Dwarfish weight loss techniques, and other such important information.

Please submit each message in triplicate at least 4 times per day for the duration of the campaign to ensure our prompt processing of your request.”

 

Norman grinned and handed an additional small scroll to Wyvern,

 

“Here are a few high ranking officials in the legion that would appreciate your enthusiasm to communicate the benefits of Almost Dragonic Brand Imitation Orc Tusk Enlargement™, please allow us the privilege of reading the communication as well?”

 

-Norman

 

(ooc: thank you Wyvern for participating)

[Degorram]

Degorram poked her head into the coffee room and looked around quizically. "What is going on?"

 

(haha, that's not my question )

 

She picked up a cup of the espresso and sniffed it, grimacing. "More importantly, what is this?"

[Norman]

Norman paused at the new question... "what? like serious? you dunno what that is?

you not just putting one on? you actually asking me what that small demitas of liquid gold in a heavenly wrapped aroma is?"

 

Norman jumped down and walked over to Degorram, staring intently up at her from about knee (mid calf) height...

 

"its the kiss of the divine, nector of mortal promise, the kiss of an expanding mind and the gift of clarity in liquid for.... What is it indead... like honestly... "

 

Norman blinked..

 

"um.. ok.. you are asking... well ... its coffee.. um.. you drink it... tell you what... take that one, taste it... and tell me what you think it is.. "

 

Norman paused as he turned... "actually i make you a fresh one... (or six)... we get you thinking good and clearly.. "

 

-Norman

 

(ooc: one small discription of Java... and thats the drink not the island or the computer language.... or maybe its all three)