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alatar · 09-02-2005, 10:16 AM

Twenty three minutes.

alatar sat at the banquet table, the glass of iced tea in front of him half empty. Condensation on its side caught the light and sparkled, making the tea appear to be...well...more that it would appear. It also reflected and distorted the images of those that passed or danced nearby. The table was heaped with various foods and delights, yet was missing only Eru's most perfect creation - the cheeseburger. alatar adjusted his hat, pretended to be interested in a scratch on his staff.

He looked around the barrow. More and more entities had entered as he sat there, now for a total of 17 minutes, all with excited tales of their experiences with the barred door. Some entered screaming praise, some just entered, some stayed and chatted while some just went off about their business, further down into the tomb.

Four minutes more, then he would leave.

It was the scientist that looked out of alatar's eyes now, the persona that was colder than the barrow and of a metal and wheels mindset. Not the clown, the theologian, the moviehater nor the advice columnist, but the scientist. The locked door had brought him forth, and now he sat at the party. This version of alatar thought himself very much one of the living - for some reason, he overlooked that he was dead just like all of the others. An oddity, that, especially for one who considered himself a scientist. But such things were as they were. So the responses that he made to the others' salutations were what he calculated to be appropriate, as were the number of minutes that he should attend the party.

Which were 23.

More and he might have to start taking an active part in the festivities; less and it might be considered an affront. Twenty was too orderly, too obvious, and someone might notice.

Three...two...one.

He rose from the table, pushed in the chair and made his way through the revelers, deeper into the barrow. He saw Bêthberry, and made to thank her as she danced on by. "Thanks for the party, Bêth...I mean Fêyberry," he said, the mistaken name intentionally done. "I'd like to stay, but I have things that need attention." He bowed low, then was off, searching the 'Downs for a good discussion that involved religion or the supernatural.

Fordim Hedgethistle · 09-02-2005, 10:35 AM

Fordim shambled about the edges of the party, trying not to take it too personally that everyone was avoiding him. He found it difficult to blame them, for the noxious smell of his own putresence was disturbing even to him. He hoped that nobody noticed his left hand. It had fallen off soon after his arrival and he had stuck it back on with sharp stick.

He was getting a bit better, though. With the Downs once more open and welcoming he could feel some of the rot being reversed, and new vitality flowing through his veins. The wine helped...well, the wine that made it into his stomach that was, for much of it dribbled out of his mouth as he tried to drink: decayed lips and tongue made swallowing difficult.

He took another deep breath of the invigorating air and felt a little better still. He plunged once more back into Books and Mirth...soon, he would be his old self again, and then, those people in the CbC had best watch out....

Holbytlass · 09-03-2005, 12:44 PM

With a gut full of mead, weinies and all other delectables brought to the table, and a silly-happy grin on her face, Holbytlass looked around. So glad to see all back at the Downs and so glad to see many at Feyberry's party, "this", she thought, "is what makes death good".

Glirdan · 09-03-2005, 12:59 PM

Glirdan was just going to have his 10th (or was it 20th) cup of mead and was feeling a little tipsy when he remembered. "Hey *HICK* Fêy..Fê...Fêyberry!!! Aw..ss.ssum *HICK* p..par..ty!! Real..eally *HICK* f..fun. By the *HICK* w...way, *HICK* did y..you *HICK* gu...guys no *HICK* it's *HICK* Bal...rog app..re..ci*HICK*ation mon...th? *HICK* I th..think I'm *HICK* go..go..ing to *HICK* lay down!" And with one final *HICK* he collappsed in front of Bêth... I mean Fêyberry.

the guy who be short · 09-03-2005, 02:03 PM

Stepping daintily over Glirdan's corpse, TGWBS continued strolling around the Barrow. The many familiar faces filled him slowly with a mead-like warmth, allowing him to do without the Satanic Liqour.

Approaching Fordim, he began to chat pleasantly about their general deathlihoods and everyday events just to prove that he didn't mind the reek. He was used to odd smells, though that wasn't a story he wished to delve into.

Presently the Conversation turned to Dust. TGWBS wondered where it could have come from. Turning around to inspect the corners of the Barrow, he was confronted by a large, kilted wolf. Quickly distracted, he slowly edged away. Dogswere bad enough, but the sight of that bristling fur and murderous looking tartan were terrifying.

TGWBS hid behind Fordim, wondering selfishly if the flesh of the latter would be fresh enough to distract the lycanthrope.

However, there was no need to sink to such drastic actions; the wolf quickly stood up on its hind legs and sparked an intelligent and philosophically fulfilling conversation about male use of eyeliner.

Kath · 09-04-2005, 07:13 AM

Kath continued to wander around the great hall, not quite confident enough yet to stay in one place for fear of being shut out again. She had spoken to TGWBS and a few others but had mostly been simply enjoying seeing all the Downer's back together again. Well, nearly all, she mused, noting the absence of a few of the more esteemed Downer's. She wondered whether they felt this party was below them, or whether they were scared to mingle with all these strange dead folk who kept bursting through doors and floors in various states of decay.

However, as she saw Holbytlass appear, and recalled that it was Oromin's birthday and she should really be PMing her once fellow werewolf to congratulate her, she decided to forego worrying about those who were missing, and just assume that they would eventually appear to join in the fun.

Glirdan · 09-04-2005, 07:51 AM

Glirdan woke up sharply with a pain in his head. "What's the time, I wonder?" He looked down at his hand and remembered he didn't have a watch. So he got up and started walking around asking the other Downer's what time it was. Unfourtunately, none of them had a watch either. Then he spotted a clock on the wall. "9:45!? I've been out for nearly a day!?!? Why didn't anyone wake me up!? Why does my head hurt?" And then he remembered yesterday. He remembered having one to many drinks. "Oh my! I'm so sorry my dear Fêberry! I won't be drinking again for awhile, that's for sure." Then he walked around again, having conversations with his fellow Downer's. Then he noticed something, something strange. "Ok, this party has been going on for awhile, and Gil and Eomer are still not here!! What's the deal with that!?"

09-02-2005, 10:16 AM	#1
alatar Doubting Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: Heaven's basement Posts: 2,466	Twenty three minutes. alatar sat at the banquet table, the glass of iced tea in front of him half empty. Condensation on its side caught the light and sparkled, making the tea appear to be...well...more that it would appear. It also reflected and distorted the images of those that passed or danced nearby. The table was heaped with various foods and delights, yet was missing only Eru's most perfect creation - the cheeseburger. alatar adjusted his hat, pretended to be interested in a scratch on his staff. He looked around the barrow. More and more entities had entered as he sat there, now for a total of 17 minutes, all with excited tales of their experiences with the barred door. Some entered screaming praise, some just entered, some stayed and chatted while some just went off about their business, further down into the tomb. Four minutes more, then he would leave. It was the scientist that looked out of alatar's eyes now, the persona that was colder than the barrow and of a metal and wheels mindset. Not the clown, the theologian, the moviehater nor the advice columnist, but the scientist. The locked door had brought him forth, and now he sat at the party. This version of alatar thought himself very much one of the living - for some reason, he overlooked that he was dead just like all of the others. An oddity, that, especially for one who considered himself a scientist. But such things were as they were. So the responses that he made to the others' salutations were what he calculated to be appropriate, as were the number of minutes that he should attend the party. Which were 23. More and he might have to start taking an active part in the festivities; less and it might be considered an affront. Twenty was too orderly, too obvious, and someone might notice. Three...two...one. He rose from the table, pushed in the chair and made his way through the revelers, deeper into the barrow. He saw Bêthberry, and made to thank her as she danced on by. "Thanks for the party, Bêth...I mean Fêyberry," he said, the mistaken name intentionally done. "I'd like to stay, but I have things that need attention." He bowed low, then was off, searching the 'Downs for a good discussion that involved religion or the supernatural. Last edited by Bêthberry; 09-10-2005 at 04:57 AM. Reason: removed signature

09-03-2005, 12:59 PM	#4
Glirdan Energetic Essence Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Where Lark Nor Eagle Ever Flew Posts: 3,285	Glirdan was just going to have his 10th (or was it 20th) cup of mead and was feeling a little tipsy when he remembered. "Hey HICK Fêy..Fê...Fêyberry!!! Aw..ss.ssum HICK p..par..ty!! Real..eally HICK f..fun. By the HICK w...way, HICK did y..you HICK gu...guys no HICK it's HICK Bal...rog app..re..ciHICKation mon...th? HICK I th..think I'm HICK go..go..ing to HICK lay down!" And with one final HICK he collappsed in front of Bêth... I mean Fêyberry. Last edited by Bêthberry; 09-10-2005 at 04:58 AM. Reason: removed signature

09-04-2005, 07:13 AM	#6
Kath Everlasting Whiteness Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: Perusing the laminated book of dreams Posts: 4,533	Kath continued to wander around the great hall, not quite confident enough yet to stay in one place for fear of being shut out again. She had spoken to TGWBS and a few others but had mostly been simply enjoying seeing all the Downer's back together again. Well, nearly all, she mused, noting the absence of a few of the more esteemed Downer's. She wondered whether they felt this party was below them, or whether they were scared to mingle with all these strange dead folk who kept bursting through doors and floors in various states of decay. However, as she saw Holbytlass appear, and recalled that it was Oromin's birthday and she should really be PMing her once fellow werewolf to congratulate her, she decided to forego worrying about those who were missing, and just assume that they would eventually appear to join in the fun. Last edited by Bêthberry; 09-10-2005 at 04:58 AM. Reason: removed signature

09-04-2005, 07:51 AM	#7
Glirdan Energetic Essence Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Where Lark Nor Eagle Ever Flew Posts: 3,285	Glirdan woke up sharply with a pain in his head. "What's the time, I wonder?" He looked down at his hand and remembered he didn't have a watch. So he got up and started walking around asking the other Downer's what time it was. Unfourtunately, none of them had a watch either. Then he spotted a clock on the wall. "9:45!? I've been out for nearly a day!?!? Why didn't anyone wake me up!? Why does my head hurt?" And then he remembered yesterday. He remembered having one to many drinks. "Oh my! I'm so sorry my dear Fêberry! I won't be drinking again for awhile, that's for sure." Then he walked around again, having conversations with his fellow Downer's. Then he noticed something, something strange. "Ok, this party has been going on for awhile, and Gil and Eomer are still not here!! What's the deal with that!?" Last edited by Bêthberry; 09-10-2005 at 04:52 AM. Reason: removed signature

09-02-2005, 10:35 AM	#2
Fordim Hedgethistle Gibbering Gibbet Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Beyond cloud nine Posts: 1,844	Fordim shambled about the edges of the party, trying not to take it too personally that everyone was avoiding him. He found it difficult to blame them, for the noxious smell of his own putresence was disturbing even to him. He hoped that nobody noticed his left hand. It had fallen off soon after his arrival and he had stuck it back on with sharp stick. He was getting a bit better, though. With the Downs once more open and welcoming he could feel some of the rot being reversed, and new vitality flowing through his veins. The wine helped...well, the wine that made it into his stomach that was, for much of it dribbled out of his mouth as he tried to drink: decayed lips and tongue made swallowing difficult. He took another deep breath of the invigorating air and felt a little better still. He plunged once more back into Books and Mirth...soon, he would be his old self again, and then, those people in the CbC had best watch out....

09-03-2005, 12:44 PM	#3
Holbytlass Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: May 2003 Location: The Party Tree Posts: 1,042	With a gut full of mead, weinies and all other delectables brought to the table, and a silly-happy grin on her face, Holbytlass looked around. So glad to see all back at the Downs and so glad to see many at Feyberry's party, "this", she thought, "is what makes death good".

09-03-2005, 02:03 PM	#5
the guy who be short Shadowed Prince Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thulcandra Posts: 2,343	Stepping daintily over Glirdan's corpse, TGWBS continued strolling around the Barrow. The many familiar faces filled him slowly with a mead-like warmth, allowing him to do without the Satanic Liqour. Approaching Fordim, he began to chat pleasantly about their general deathlihoods and everyday events just to prove that he didn't mind the reek. He was used to odd smells, though that wasn't a story he wished to delve into. Presently the Conversation turned to Dust. TGWBS wondered where it could have come from. Turning around to inspect the corners of the Barrow, he was confronted by a large, kilted wolf. Quickly distracted, he slowly edged away. Dogswere bad enough, but the sight of that bristling fur and murderous looking tartan were terrifying. TGWBS hid behind Fordim, wondering selfishly if the flesh of the latter would be fresh enough to distract the lycanthrope. However, there was no need to sink to such drastic actions; the wolf quickly stood up on its hind legs and sparked an intelligent and philosophically fulfilling conversation about male use of eyeliner.