Gyrfalcon Posted October 1, 2002 Report Posted October 1, 2002 (edited) Gather ‘round and listen well Of a tale of bold companions. Off they set in search of a couch To replace one that flew away too soon. Listen to their tale, and hear of their travails, Of flying monkeys and psychotic plants, All in search of the perfect couch When cost is no object. *converted from IRC logs, sorry for the formatting* * Stick crashes his couch into the watchtower waaaay at the front * Gyrfalcon ducks out of the way of flying masonry * Stick crawls out "Whoo, what a rush..." * Stick falls over |Gyrfalcon| What was *that* about? |Stick| (I had previously ramped my couch out the window) |Gyrfalcon| Oh. * Stick shrugs * Gyrfalcon wanders over to where Stick lies and begins to give him first aid |Zool47| Yo Gyr! * Brute 's abdomen bulges out, then rips open as his liver leaps from his body. "You said you'd changed! You lied to me and I never want to see you again! I knew I should've listened to my mother," it screams as it walks out the door. |Gyrfalcon| Heya, Zool... * CuteNobby pours salt over Stick's wounds * Gyrfalcon steps out of the way of a walking liver * Zool47 holds up a sign *9.8* |Stick| Ow! |Stick| that's it! * Brute smiles contently and takes a drink from the Deecanter. "Ahhh...who needs you" |Gyrfalcon| your body, I believe. * Stick blows a carrot-shaped whistle |Stick| you asked for this... * CuteNobby pours honey over stick's wounds and then drop the ant farm on it |Brute| Nahyh.. I've gotten by for some time without it. * Gyrfalcon washes out Stick's wounds... with medical alcohol, which hurts worse then the salt *** MrBunny Appears * CuteNobby hunts down Mr bunny * MrBunny hears Stick screaming in pain |CuteNobby| yah bunny stew * MrBunny hunts down Nobby |MrBunny| ... * CuteNobby gets ready for the bunny anti magic net * CuteNobby toss the net over Mr.bunny * MrBunny summons a carrot dragon |MrBunny| ... * MrBunny hops out of the way * Wyvern ducks and covers * Gyrfalcon bandages Stick's wounds "There, disinfected and cleaned. |Valdar| Grrr. Bark. Grrr. Bark. * MrBunny 's Carrot Dragon lunges at Nobby |CuteNobby| Valdar * Valdar twitches in his nap |MrBunny| ... * CuteNobby throws Valdar onto the Carrot dragon * Valdar makes little running motion with his paws * Brute swills booze and watches the events unfold. * MrBunny runs past Nobby, bites his ankle and keeps on running * CuteNobby issa bitten and got angry * MrBunny jumps in Stick's pocket * CuteNobby sprays anti-Bunny spray on himself *** MrBunny disappears and Stick stops screaming. |Stick| aw nuts. |CuteNobby| so close, sigh * CuteNobby was this close to bunny stew |Stick| oh well, at least it wasn't a mode war with Falcon... * Gyrfalcon chuckles |Gyrfalcon| There is that. |Gyrfalcon| Feel better, Stick? * Stick pats Nobby on the back really hard "Not on my watch buddy." |Stick| except for the HORRIBLE PAINFUL BURNING!!! * CuteNobby shows Stick Canid's sharp fangs |Stick| yes, quite well. * Stick has seen them, thanks ^.^ * CuteNobby broke a themometer on stick's wound * Gyrfalcon looks quizical "That goes away after a few seconds." * Stick indicates everyone can come out of hiding now * Stick nods "I know." * Brute remembers a neat new spell he learned. * Stick gives Nobby a noogie * CuteNobby treats Stick's wound with rubbing alcohol and accidentally drop a match * Stick rolls his eyes * Brute casts Summon Booze Elemental * Gyrfalcon is glad that he bandaged Stick's wounds first |Stick| my wounds are fine, fool! |CuteNobby| Ohhh!!! me like Booze Elemental! * Gyrfalcon gets Stick new bandages and wraps the wounds... again." * Stick pokes nobby's eyes and makes a mad dash for some trees * Wyvern holds up a 4.5 sign * CuteNobby grab stick and use his point end to poke stick |Stick| gah! * Brute chases the doomed elemental around the room,yelling, I just want a little taste.. Stick superglues nobby's hands together "Leave me alone!" |CuteNobby| surrender Mr bunny!!! |Stick| no! * Gyrfalcon steps out of the way of the door, and the Booze Elemental races through * CuteNobby trips the Booze Elemental * Stick tosses Brute a BigPointyStraw * Brute uses the BPS to his advantage and destroys the elemental. |Brute| Yum. * Stick grins |Stick| ...and an assist goes to the Stickster! ye-ah! *makes cheering sounds* * Brute begins to cast the spell again.... |Stick| lol |Gyrfalcon| Brute, you're an evil, evil drunkard. |Brute| * Gyrfalcon should find the Demi-Semi-Hemi Plane of Alcohol * Stick climbs in *his* tree |Gyrfalcon| then I should send you there for a vacation. * Stick grins |Stick| Gyr, I never knew you had the planeswalking capacity. |Gyrfalcon| I don't. |Gyrfalcon| I just know people who do. * Gyrfalcon glances at Valdar/Astralis |Stick| ah, gotcha * Brute is interrupted by a small man dressed in a green suit. The little man points to Brute and addresses him. * Stick dresses himself in tree camoflauge |Brute| *YOU* sir," he says," have single-handly caused the rare Booze Elementals, a peaceful and fun-loving race, to become the most endangered race in the universe. There is only oine left, and he's rather terrified of you and your spell. * Stick shoots a blow dart at the little man |Brute| that's terrible. * Brute continues to cast the spell. * CuteNobby rob the man of his wallet and other worldly prosesssion * Gyrfalcon looks at Brute "Meaning that there will be no more for you to drink." * Stick catches said little man in a burlap sac * Stick beats the little man against the wall, then chucks it out the window |Stick| and that is the end of that * Gyrfalcon looks at Stick "Wasn't that a little violent?" * CuteNobby thought you pen people are all nice and polite... * Stick shrugs then curls up into a ball, as to resemble a bush * Brute finishes the spell and one terrified and cowering Booze Elemental appears. |Stick| ~bush~ * Stick makes bush sounds |Stick| ~bush bush~ |Gyrfalcon| Stick? |Stick| bush? |Gyrfalcon| Bush's don't make many sounds. |Stick| oh. |Stick| well... |Stick| what *do* bushes do? |Gyrfalcon| Er... sit and vegetate, really. |Stick| ah. |Stick| nuts. |CuteNobby| I thought people are suppose to beat around it |Stick| yeah, but I'm the bush, therefore I'm just beat around... |Stick| aw crap! * CuteNobby beat stick around a bit * Gyrfalcon takes out a big stick * Stick ditches the camoflauge * Stick leaps out the window |CuteNobby| again? |Stick| copyrightinfringement! |Stick| aaaaaaaahhh! ~ow~ * Gyrfalcon looks at Wyvern "32?" * CuteNobby watch Stick get splattered * Stick keeps on forgetting about the bramble patch |Wyvern| 32? |Wyvern| 43! * Stick grins |Zool47| Bramble patch? OW!!! |Zool47| 23? * Stick notes it's a bramble-filled grin |Zool47| 24? |Zool47| 33! |Stick| it's the tally of times I've jumped out the window * Stick slowly pulls himself back in through * Gyrfalcon chuckles * CuteNobby gives stick some ice |Stick| huh? * Stick discards it, assuming it's frozen cyanide or something equally hazardous * Gyrfalcon gives Stick some ice |Stick| ah, thanks Gyr ^.^ |CuteNobby| ... * Stick slumps down against the wall, since his couch is utterly destroyed * Stick grins "Nobby, it's 'the boy who cried wolf' syndrome, I'm afraid." |Brute| wolf, wolf! |Stick| or something like that, anyways... |CuteNobby| oh well, the wolves isn't coming to get me |Zool47| *** Zool47 has quit IRC (Quit (Bye! ) ) |Stick| heh * CuteNobby set up a fense outside the window with a lot of hungry wolves pen insided it * Gyrfalcon 'happens' to trip near the gate and open it. |CuteNobby| poor gyrfalcone, he'll be doggy food * Gyrfalcon watches the wolves stream by him and grins- being a ranger is good. * Stick pulls a large deer from his pocket and tosses it at the wolves * CuteNobby gives out a puzzling look |Stick| oh, right * CuteNobby offer stick and Mrbunny some stew |Stick| no thanks. |CuteNobby| lol Later... * Stick looks for a new couch to hollow out... ***Tzimfemme walks in ***Justin Silverblade (SilvBlade) enters |Gyrfalcon| Heya, Justin. |Wyvern| 'lo Justin * Stick waves |SilvBlade| hey guys |SilvBlade| What's up? |Stick| the opposite of down |Gyrfalcon| ceiling? * SilvBlade sighs |SilvBlade| how's it going? |SilvBlade| * Stick chuckles * Stick is alright, although couchless... |Gyrfalcon| I'm doing well. Finally, the quest begins! |Gyrfalcon| Looking in a catalog for a new couch for the room |Gyrfalcon| Stick took out the last one. |Stick| heh * Tzimfemme suckles on the chocolate with inattention, flipping through posts |SilvBlade| lol * Stick notes to Gyr to get one that can be hollowed out |Tzimfemme| No inflatables, please |Stick| (but not a hide-a-bed... those things are too pointy, even for me) |Tzimfemme| They have too much recoil * Stick agrees |Tzimfemme| And it has to have legs high enough that Valdar can hide underneath |Stick| and wheels, so I can roll it around * Gyrfalcon stares at the magazine * Gyrfalcon throws it in the fireplace and watches it burn |Gyrfalcon| Alright, now that the old crap is out of the way |Stick| aw. |Tzimfemme| Well, those sliding tabs work also * Gyrfalcon pulls out a computer, sets up a T1 link and starts finding a custom couch company |Gyrfalcon| Ah, there we go... |Stick| a-ha! |Tzimfemme| You know, the highly slippery polymer circles? |Gyrfalcon| wheels with locks on them so it doesn't roll everywhere... * Stick scratches his head |Tzimfemme| Oooo, even nicer |Gyrfalcon| 18" legs. |Gyrfalcon| custom hollow space in the middle... air holes... water bottle, storage compartment for food... |Tzimfemme| no more being flipped! |Stick| oh yeah, make it about six feet long, and 3 feet front to back * Tzimfemme cheers |Stick| (enough room for me to move around in) |Stick| woo-hoo! |Gyrfalcon| 7' long and 3'6" wide... (need room for Valdar to move around under it) |Tzimfemme| I'll hollow out the legs and run some wires through it...phone...high speed internet... |Stick| suweet... |Gyrfalcon| *changes the legs to hollow with holes for the wires* * Wyvern notes that there should be enough room under the cushions to hide geld * Stick can hide geld! |Gyrfalcon| er... that's where Stick will be. |Wyvern| (i.e large quantities of geld ;p) |Gyrfalcon| there's more then enough room. |Wyvern| Okie... |Tzimfemme| ... |Stick| it'll be a good cover, so no one will know I'm in there... |Gyrfalcon| Lets see... that's the couch chasis. |Stick| wait Gyr! * Gyrfalcon selects reinforced bottom layers on the cushions with a plush overlayer so that people have soft couch seats and Stick isn't crushed. |Stick| ... |Stick| what color shall it be!?! * Stick grins * Stick suggests a subtle dark green * Gyrfalcon selects 'subtle dark green' for the upholstery color. |Gyrfalcon| Lets see... any comments? * Stick thinks * Gyrfalcon types out "If you fail to fulfill this order to satisfaction, your entrails will be reupholstered." |Stick| I suppose a trap door in the bottom would be nice * Stick nods "Yessir!" |Gyrfalcon| *changes the base of the couch to include a built-in trap door* |Stick| (we don't need an incident like last time... towels hurt... *rubs various bruises* ) * Gyrfalcon smirks |Gyrfalcon| What, you didn't like landing in that shower? |Gyrfalcon| Just wear armor next time. |Stick| I did, for the first few seconds * Stick grins |Stick| well, final verdict on the super-couch anyone? * Wyvern cheers |Wyvern| * Wyvern wobbles |Gyrfalcon| so don't go prying the road up behind us, a'right? |Wyvern| They're NOT gold? |Gyrfalcon| No. * Wyvern hesitates to go * Stick prods Wyv along |Gyrfalcon| You get to sit on the couch. |Wyvern| Ow.... alright already... * Wyvern takes out a road plan and writes various notes on it as they move along * Stick keeps an eye out for flying monkeys... * Tzimfemme step step step stumble step |Gyrfalcon| *meanwhile, a worried group of couch builders reads the end of the order and set to work at all possible speed* * Gyrfalcon step step step catch step... * Wyvern stops 15 minutes into the trip * Tzimfemme step step stumble, stumblestumbleSKIP! |Wyvern| "I'm huunnnnnnnngry!" |Tzimfemme| I HAVE to skip! * Tzimfemme skips * Gyrfalcon looks at Wyvern |Stick| yay! |Tzimfemme| I can maintain balance that way |Gyrfalcon| no you aren't. * Wyvern wants to take a nap * Stick skips too * Gyrfalcon plods along, dragging Wyvern behind him * Tzimfemme prances/skips along * Wyvern is dragged by his tail * Stick chuckles * Brute sneaks a fake work order to the group of couch builders, one that will prove to be impossible to fulfill. * Gyrfalcon digs some food out of his bag of holding and shoves it behind him to Wyvern * Wyvern eats it, then asks for more |Stick| hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to... errr, wait, wrong song. * Tzimfemme is jouncing muscles and ligaments of which she was unaware but by gosh she's still balanced! * Stick grins |Tzimfemme| you know |Gyrfalcon| *elsewhere* What, another one? Bah, one at a time, back to work! He hasn't threatened to reupholster our entrails! |Tzimfemme| all this skipping makes me feel...cheerful |Tzimfemme| ...remarkably cheerfuL! * Gyrfalcon stops for a second * Stick nods |Gyrfalcon| That almost scares me. * Tzimfemme bursts into a wide...disturbing grin * Gyrfalcon hands Wyvern more food * Wyvern would feel cheerful if he was given something more to eat |Wyvern| Thankee |Gyrfalcon| I hope this isn't the cheerful of 'I'm going to kill you all." * Wyvern munches as he's dragged along * Stick sprouts another few leaves and some bean sprouts * Stick ignores it and skips along contentedly * Wyvern makes note that we should be reaching the competing couch manufacturer "Wicked West (fluffy's best)" some time soon... * Gyrfalcon whistles quietly as he walks along |Gyrfalcon| Your point is, Wyv? |Wyvern| I wanna stop over there... |Gyrfalcon| Why? |Wyvern| They might have better prices! |Gyrfalcon| So? We have a completed couch we've already paid for. |Brute| *elsewhere again..* Brute pounds his fist into his other hand. Drat! foiled my plans! I'll have to improvise and make this one work." He makes another impossible work order, but stamps TOP PRIORITY in red across the top of this one. |Stick| I don't know Wyv, they might be... might be... |Tzimfemme| Weeeeeeeeeee're off to see the wicker |Tzimfemme| the wonderful wicker of Oz |Wyvern| Besides, I here the person in charge is a reeeeaaaaaaalllly easy to convince person * Stick joins in the song |Wyvern| She'll give you a couch if you show her a bucket of water, supposedly... |Tzimfemme| We want to see wicker and also to dicker |Gyrfalcon| *elsewhere* "But boss, it's top priority!" one worker whined. "And look at the price!" the boss grabbed the worker and shook him. "There's top priority and there's 'being alive' priority!" "Oh... right." |Tzimfemme| And renegotiate ev-er-y clause! |Wyvern| *cue two thousand elves skipping along and singing in unison* |Stick| We'll uhh... |Gyrfalcon| Wyv? Shut up and walk backwards. * Stick scratches his head * Wyvern tags along... |Tzimfemme| Skip * Stick just hums along and resumes skipping |Tzimfemme| It makes singing SO much easier! * Valdar wonders why he is skipping along for no readily apparent reason * Wyvern doesn't skip fast enough and is trampled by numerous elves |Stick| because you're Toto! * Tzimfemme (One portion of Tzimfemme's head wonder if this is what it's like to be Rydia in a shiny shop) |Gyrfalcon| *Daryl rides along on Valdar's back, making a composite Toto the wolf/fox* * Stick grins * Valdar stomp stomp stomp * Stick stops |Tzimfemme| We're off to see the wicker, the wonderful wicker of Oz! We'll order the wicker and squeal at the sticker and bargain it down to a pause! |Stick| ack! happy murderous elves! * Stick runs to Wyv's assistance * Gyrfalcon drags the somewhat trampled Wyvern along at a faster pace |Valdar| (Valdar's elf right now btw, gyr) * Brute curses..."so...it's threats they respoind to is it? Well, I'll take care of that!" Brute summons a huge, menacing demon to hand deliver another Top Priority impossible work order to the couch builders, with threats of eternal torture for failure to cpmolete it. |Tzimfemme| we're offfff to seeeeeeee the wickkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr. .. * Tzimfemme improvises * Stick assists Gyr in dragging Wyv |Stick| ack! it's hard to skip in uni... uni... * Wyvern grumbles as he's dragged along |Gyrfalcon| *elsewhere* "I'm sorry sir, we can't take this order- you have 10,000,000 in bad credit. I know sir... I'm sorry sir, but its company policy. Our parent company?" *the man gets an evil smile but hides it.* "Wicked West (fluffy's best), sir. Thank- He hung up on me!" |Wyvern| We're *grumble, grumble, grumble* the *grumble grumble* og *grumble* |Tzimfemme| It's wicked to dicker for wicker, for wicker's inherently rich, For couches, none fairer, though much of it's rarer, but wicker comes without a hitch! * Wyvern perks up |Tzimfemme| I'd rather be sitting in wicker, the furniture needs not a stitch-- |Tzimfemme| it's wicked to dicker for wickkkerrrrrrrrrrrr... * Gyrfalcon prays the store is over the next rise * Stick hears an odd sound on the air |Stick| huhh? |Tzimfemme| 'cause I'm not a wicker'd old witch! |Wyvern| For wickers to dicker, there is nothing sicker, yet when they get a sale itch. We'll be there to bargain with flair, and then their products defaults we will snitch! * Gyrfalcon stops * Stick points to the horizon * Wyvern is cheerfull suddenly |Gyrfalcon| What is it, Stick? |Stick| looks like... * Tzimfemme crashes into Gyrfalcon, overbalances, and lands on her face * Gyrfalcon falls over |Gyrfalcon| Ow. |Tzimfemme| ...yellow paint |Tzimfemme| on the bricks |Stick| little furry guys... with wings.. |Tzimfemme| not even gold leaf. * Wyvern is run over by countless elves, who now seem to be running in the opposite direction |Tzimfemme| I feel cheated. |Stick| ack! * Gyrfalcon looks up, and his eyes flare |Wyvern| ... screaming |Gyrfalcon| Oh good, I'll get to kill those damned flying monkies. * Stick is snatched by flying monkeys |Stick| heeeelp meeee * Gyrfalcon aims and kills the one holding Stick's right arm (but in cutsey fashion, it just disappears* * Gyrfalcon takes care of the other flying monkey * Wyvern runs * Tzimfemme takes off a ruby slipper and hurls it at one |Gyrfalcon| Um... Wyv? I'd move the other direction. * Wyvern runs around in circles |Stick| ~keeeeeeeeee-rash!~ * Wyvern confuses the monkies, who procede to get dizzy * Stick lands in an explosion of straw * Tzimfemme pitches the other shoe at something else flying up there * Valdar gets his states mixed up again and runs around barking as an elf |Gyrfalcon| *Daryl begins 'playing' with one* |Wyvern| *One by one, the monkies get sick watching Wyv running in terrified circles and crash to the ground* * Tzimfemme dodges flying monkey..er..vomit * Gyrfalcon looks around "59 disoriented monkeies, 3 mauled monkies, 12 dead monkies and one monkey knocked out cold... your ruby slipper, Tzimfemme." |Tzimfemme| no time! * Wyvern speeds up as he notices monkies falling all around him trying to get him! |Tzimfemme| I need to be able to doge |Tzimfemme| dodge! * Gyrfalcon is landed on by a monkey |Gyrfalcon| Get off me! * Tzimfemme swerves to the right to avoid Valdar, who's yapping and turning in circles * Stick peels himself off the ground just in time to get pegged by tzim's slipper that was deflected off the monkey [23:3 * Wyvern s speed increases so greatly that he becomes a semi-tornado |Stick| ow. * Stick falls back over |Tzimfemme| Ohhhhno * Wyvern 's wind sucks in the flying monkies * Gyrfalcon pulls the monkey off and does Horrible Things to it * Tzimfemme spies the problem--her other slipper is hanging off of Valdar's forehead, being shiny in his peripheral vision * Wyvern screams as he notices all the monkies are coming to him |Stick| (wow, so horrible, it's capitalized! ~shudders~) * Wyvern speeds up |Gyrfalcon| (I've always hated the things. ;P) * Tzimfemme tries to snag slipper #2 * Stick grins * Wyvern is a full fledged speeding tornado now... * Stick crawls back, hoping he is not noticed * Stick is |Wyvern| *monkies try desperatly to escape, but are sucked in |Stick| nuts * Wyvern collapses on the ground exhausted * Valdar shinyshinyshinyshiny * Stick is picked up by a rather sluggish monkey that was late on the scene |Wyvern| On top of him... 200 flying monkies * Valdar runs in circles faster * Tzimfemme dizzydizzydizzydizzy * Stick hurls his slipper at Valdar |Stick| err, the slipper that me, rather |Gyrfalcon| *Daryl yelps from under the pile, having been drawn into it as well* |Stick| ack! |Stick| ^that *hit* me * Wyvern trembles on the ground, trying to scream but to afraid to do so with all these unconcious monkies on top of him * Valdar zoooms around like a mad tornado |Valdar| shinyshinyshinyshinyshinyshinyshinyshinyshinyshinyshinyshiny * Wyvern is sucked in, along with the monkies * Stick is carried off to the Wicked West Couch Factory, very slowly * Valdar 's suction sucks away the pile of monkeys and wyvren * Gyrfalcon finds his longbow and puts an arrow through the monkey |Gyrfalcon| (carrying Stick) |Stick| yay! |Stick| oh right, height. * Gyrfalcon winces as Stick bounces down a tree, limb by limb. * Stick plummets * Valdar runs in circles so fast he becomes unstable * Valdar ka-BANG *** Valdar turns into Waterlily * Wyvern wants his mommy * Waterlily sits...idle |Gyrfalcon| ... |Gyrfalcon| you had a mother, Wyv? * Waterlily contains the sum of all monkeys * Stick grins, his straw pretty much gone, the only straw that remains is jammed so far up certain places that don't need to be mentioned. ouchies. * Wyvern supposes so * Wyvern just wants protection! * Waterlily plucks out Wyvern and begins to make coo-ing noises |Gyrfalcon| I thought you were the living incarnation of greed... * Wyvern screams |Gyrfalcon| Waterlily! |Gyrfalcon| Put the red lizard down! |Gyrfalcon| *Daryl bites Waterlily's root* * Waterlily cradles Wyvy |Wyvern| * Wyvern trembles and sobs * Waterlily lashes out and puts Daryl on a tree * Stick stumbles in * Waterlily drips chlorophyl around Wyvy's mouth |Gyrfalcon| *Daryl forgets he's a red fox, not a tree fox, and climbs down the tree* |Wyvern| Eeeeeeeeeeek! |Stick| now where did those slippies go... |Gyrfalcon| Eww... * Waterlily 's limbs go still and idle * Stick sees something red and shiny |Waterlily| (gotta go out for a while, wyvy has moomy now 0 |Gyrfalcon| (*chuckles* alright.) * Stick picks it up |Stick| there's one! |Waterlily| (assume he's being allowed to suckle or something) |Waterlily| (feeding time ) * Stick tosses it at Tzim |Wyvern| Eeeewwwwwwww * Gyrfalcon finds the other and hands it to Tzimfemme "Let's say we go get Wyvern on our way back?" |Stick| are you *sure* you want to just leave him here? |Stick| I mean, he might go off to that other place |Stick| ah * Wyvern better get paid for this whole Waterlily thing too! * Stick grins |Wyvern| Do you know how CHLOROHIL TASTES?!!!! ;p * Gyrfalcon checks to see who's still with us on this quest |Stick| i'm in for it |Stick| do we have our Dorothy? * Gyrfalcon and Stick turn to look at Tzimfemme |Gyrfalcon| *Daryl yips and tries to look vaguely Toto-like* * Stick begins gathering some more straw |Stick| hm, I guess it's just the tin man and the scarecrow. |Stick| and toto. * Gyrfalcon accelerates time |Gyrfalcon| *the party arrives at the factory* * Tzimfemme has _carried_ her shoes the rest of the way * Stick notes the factory is made out of emerald * Gyrfalcon signs for the couch "Thanks, you did good work." |Stick| odd... |Stick| woo-hoo! * Stick opens up the trap door on the bottom and climbs in * Gyrfalcon climbs on the arbitrarily-designated front end |Gyrfalcon| Onboard, Tzimfemme? |Tzimfemme| On board! * Tzimfemme claims the middle cushion * Stick opens the trap door again and starts paddling flinstone-style * Tzimfemme removes it and sticks her feet down to the ground |Tzimfemme| yaaaabbbbaaaa daaaabbbbba dooo! * Gyrfalcon attaches some boosters to the aft end, sets up a steering arrangement, and maneuvers the couch towards the road* |Gyrfalcon| Charge! * Gyrfalcon activates the boosters |Stick| w00000000000000t! |Gyrfalcon| Waaaaaahooooooooooooooooooooooooo! |Stick| *muffled from beneath the couch* uh, Gyr? Everything okay up there? |Tzimfemme| we'reofftoseethewickerthewonderfulwickerofOzwepaidforthewickerthebillwasmuchthicker thanwehadfirstsignedintheclause! |Stick| woah * Tzimfemme gasps verses desperately as the couch zoooooooooooooooms |Gyrfalcon| *pulls the couch cushion up and shouts down "Just the speed!" * Stick rolls to the side as not to be shin kicked * Gyrfalcon takes out a tiny tank and attaches it to the boosters "Stick? If I were you, I'd keep my feet up!" |Tzimfemme| we'reoffandwiththewickerthewonderfulwickerofOz |Stick| gotcha |Tzimfemme| myfeetunderwickerdon'tsteptheyjustflicker * Stick peers out the eye/air holes |Tzimfemme| ireallydoprayforapause * Gyrfalcon activates the tank, and Ole Pecuiliar streams into the boosters... |Tzimfemme| andthenyoumaydareaskbecause |Gyrfalcon| Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! |Tzimfemme| thewickerisaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee * Stick slams into the front of the couch |Stick| ooowwwww! aaaaaaaaaaaah! * Tzimfemme contributes to the sonic boom with a scream |Stick| (heh) * Gyrfalcon readies a lasso and lets it stream out behind |Gyrfalcon| LetshopethatgetsWyvernandnotthedamnedplant! * Stick 's impact flips the couch once |Gyrfalcon| WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! |Tzimfemme| whatplantisreferrednotmonkeyvineIheard... * Tzimfemme spies the waterlily |Gyrfalcon| Thatplant! |Stick| owspine. * Stick yells "GAAAAAAAATE!!!" |Stick| I hope you have a plan for brakes, Gyr! |Gyrfalcon| "Brakes? What're those?!" |Stick| crap! |Gyrfalcon| *the loop settles over Wyvern and tugs him along. |Tzimfemme| Wyvernwillbebraking |Gyrfalcon| *meanwhile, Daryl clings desperately to the back arm of the couch, tail streaming out behind him* |Tzimfemme| ihopehistailisnotbreaking |Tzimfemme| he'squakingandisayrightso |Tzimfemme| thehalf-dragonanchor * Stick carefully maneuvers the bps out of the trapdoor as a braking mechanism |Tzimfemme| wouldbearusmuchrancor |Gyrfalcon| *the Pen looms ahead, just as the last of the old peculiar leaves the boosters* * Stick gets stabbed as the couch hits a bump and drops the bps |Gyrfalcon| *the couch suddenly decelerates* |Stick| ow. |Tzimfemme| iftheonlythingleftwashistoe! * Tzimfemme flies forward into Gyr |Gyrfalcon| Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhshhhhhhhhiiiiiiit! * Stick slams into the front of the couch again * Gyrfalcon grabs on for dear life as he's nearly flipped forward |Gyrfalcon| *Daryl flies forward and lands on Tzimfemme * Tzimfemme yelps |Tzimfemme| pileup |Gyrfalcon| *the couch coasts through the door and gently stops in the middle of the room* |Gyrfalcon| Whoot. * Stick stumbles out and rushes over to the window |Stick| ~pleaaaah~ * Stick vomits |Stick| remind me *not* to jump out that window for a while. |Gyrfalcon| *Daryl shakily steps off Tzimfemme and falls over* * Gyrfalcon looks over the edge of the couch "Whoo, all the pretty stars..." * Tzimfemme peels herself out from between Daryl and Gyrfalcon |Tzimfemme| I feel a strange empathy with lunchmeat |Gyrfalcon| *falls over backwards* Ooo... soft cushions. |Gyrfalcon| Lets do that again some time. * Stick takes a seat on the couch, placing his arms around his companions |Gyrfalcon| *Daryl hops up and sits on Gyrfalcon's stomach* |Stick| well, that was one helluva a ride. I got my brain, Gyr got his heart, Wyv got his courage and Tzim got... rid of those shoes, I think. But most importantly: we got our couch! |Tzimfemme| Wyv got a mommy |Tzimfemme| don't forget that |Stick| oh yeah, right * Stick notes that * Tzimfemme halfway fuses with the couch in exhaustion |Gyrfalcon| and Daryl got his fur blown out. |Gyrfalcon| Which means he won't need a bath for a while. * Stick chuckles |Stick| that being said, I depart * Gyrfalcon likes the length of the couch- he has two cushions, Tzim has one, Stick has one |Gyrfalcon| Alright, goodnight Stick! |Stick| nighties ^.^ [00:08] 'night * Tzimfemme would wave if she could summon the energy |Gyrfalcon| You know, this would make a good story. |Tzimfemme| post it up And thus the companions- Wyvern, Valdar, Waterlily, Gyrfalcon, Daryl, and Tzimfemme, gained for #thepen a new couch to replace the old, one that satisfies the needs of all. *bows* Thank you for your time and attention. Edited April 29, 2004 by Alaeha
The Portrait of Zool Posted October 1, 2002 Report Posted October 1, 2002 (edited) LOL! See what I miss when I don't stick around? Well done! ~Zool~ Not defined by his animal, nor the lack of one. Edited April 29, 2004 by Alaeha
Canid Posted October 1, 2002 Report Posted October 1, 2002 After reading the story, Canid looks about suspiciously. "Has Wyvern been selling immitation Canid fangs?" she asks the first passer-by.
Peredhil Posted October 2, 2002 Report Posted October 2, 2002 (edited) This is the sort of thing that makes me want to get together and Game with y'all... Brilliant improv. Edited April 29, 2004 by Alaeha
Vlad Posted November 7, 2002 Report Posted November 7, 2002 What IRC Channel does this all happen on?
Canid Posted November 7, 2002 Report Posted November 7, 2002 (edited) Galaxynet #thepen Canid describes a lovely ballroom with one side open and supported with Greek-style pillars. A nice river and surrounded by nice little rocky pathways infront of the open end (some with bits of gold paint still clinging to them) and trees growing all over the place. ...at least that's how she pictures it - with furniture, mossy boulders and a waterfall against one wall of course. *~~~~~~~~* Serious bit: A wolf is to be admired, for it is a symbol of all that is good, In this world you shall find none more loyal, kind and beautiful than a wolf, Be as the wolves! Be not ashamed of your curiosity, only the lack there-of. Silly bit: Curiosity killed the cat.... well, technically I did, but the point is that the cats' curiosity got me a free meal. Flipity-flopity bunny! Flipity-flopity bunny! Bunny is nice, As nice as can be. Chop him up and serve him for tea! -a song from an English pantomime<i></i> Edited April 29, 2004 by Alaeha
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