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

Child of the 7th Age · 05-01-2005, 03:12 PM

That Davem ! Wasn't it just like him? To come nipping in from the Books forum and make off lickety-split with a fine bottle. One of these days, Child vowed, I shall drag him down to the Green Dragon Inn and stand him up on one of the tables, and not let him out till he's come up with a poem for the entertainment of our guests.

As she saw Littlemanpoet whisking by, she reached out a hand and tapped him on the shoulder. "You do know the way to a matron's heart. Praise me and I'll have little to say. But mention my "children"--the flesh and blood ones, or the ones in print--and I'll definitely forgive your earlier nonsense." With that Child saluted Imp and again went about her business of passing out drinks.

Estelyn Telcontar · 05-01-2005, 03:23 PM

Esty/H stifled a yawn with a discretely held hand and wondered - could she sneak off for a few hours of sleep? It was late in her homeland, and she needed at least a minimum of rest. Apparently she had used up her contigent of all-nighters in younger years, reading. Cami and Pio were there to help with the hosting duties, and what with the miracle of modern technology, she could relive the missing hours in the morning. She waved a cheery and weary farewell to all, then drifted off to her own barrow.

Feanor of the Peredhil · 05-01-2005, 03:31 PM

"What are you doing?" Fea heard called from an alternate dimension. Flustered, she responded.

"I'm... um... checking my e-mail?"

"That's not your e-mail."

"Well... it kind of is, see I get PMs, which are like e-mail, and I..."

"Right."

"Well actually, I'm writing limericks."

"Oh, well in that case... actually, no case about it. There's a pile of clothes waiting for you to fold them."

"Aww, but Mom..." Fea looked at her mother, hoping that the sad puppy-dog look might appease the woman's house-cleaning plans for her. No such luck, Fea thought sadly. Her companions watched open-mouthed as Fea carried on an entire conversation with thin air. Turning, Fea looked back at everyone.

"Sorry guys... my mom's being lame. I've gotta go clean." she sighed in a long-suffering way. "Maybe I'll be back later. I've got to get online and um... I dunno.. I'll look for excuses. Da Vinci! That's a great excuse. I've got a research paper to write and..." Fea's voice trailed off as an etherial hand reached into cyberspace to drag her away to do laundry. "Bye everyone! Don't lose my bag! It's... a suprise! For when the phantom gets here!"

05-01-2005, 03:23 PM	#2
Estelyn Telcontar Princess of Skwerlz Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: where the Sea is eastwards (WtR: 6060 miles) Posts: 7,500	Esty/H stifled a yawn with a discretely held hand and wondered - could she sneak off for a few hours of sleep? It was late in her homeland, and she needed at least a minimum of rest. Apparently she had used up her contigent of all-nighters in younger years, reading. Cami and Pio were there to help with the hosting duties, and what with the miracle of modern technology, she could relive the missing hours in the morning. She waved a cheery and weary farewell to all, then drifted off to her own barrow. __________________ 'Mercy!' cried Gandalf. 'If the giving of information is to be the cure of your inquisitiveness, I shall spend all the rest of my days in answering you. What more do you want to know?' 'The whole history of Middle-earth...'

05-01-2005, 03:31 PM	#3
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	"What are you doing?" Fea heard called from an alternate dimension. Flustered, she responded. "I'm... um... checking my e-mail?" "That's not your e-mail." "Well... it kind of is, see I get PMs, which are like e-mail, and I..." "Right." "Well actually, I'm writing limericks." "Oh, well in that case... actually, no case about it. There's a pile of clothes waiting for you to fold them." "Aww, but Mom..." Fea looked at her mother, hoping that the sad puppy-dog look might appease the woman's house-cleaning plans for her. No such luck, Fea thought sadly. Her companions watched open-mouthed as Fea carried on an entire conversation with thin air. Turning, Fea looked back at everyone. "Sorry guys... my mom's being lame. I've gotta go clean." she sighed in a long-suffering way. "Maybe I'll be back later. I've got to get online and um... I dunno.. I'll look for excuses. Da Vinci! That's a great excuse. I've got a research paper to write and..." Fea's voice trailed off as an etherial hand reached into cyberspace to drag her away to do laundry. "Bye everyone! Don't lose my bag! It's... a suprise! For when the phantom gets here!" __________________ peace

05-01-2005, 03:12 PM	#1
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	That Davem ! Wasn't it just like him? To come nipping in from the Books forum and make off lickety-split with a fine bottle. One of these days, Child vowed, I shall drag him down to the Green Dragon Inn and stand him up on one of the tables, and not let him out till he's come up with a poem for the entertainment of our guests. As she saw Littlemanpoet whisking by, she reached out a hand and tapped him on the shoulder. "You do know the way to a matron's heart. Praise me and I'll have little to say. But mention my "children"--the flesh and blood ones, or the ones in print--and I'll definitely forgive your earlier nonsense." With that Child saluted Imp and again went about her business of passing out drinks.