The Asylum

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

*Wanders in with a wheelbarrow full of sheet music*

Whew. Took me a while to gather these up. Here, Juken, try this trumpet tune. *Sets up the tune from Castle in the Sky*

#Wow! This is hard! But I'll try.# *He puts his trumpet to his dragon lips, playing the tune perfectly*

[The Ace]

The wyrm curls up on Hoopy's shoulder while Tangle comes in from the mural and falls asleep on her hip.

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

Sorry about that wyrm, Ace. How's Freda like it, by the way?

[The Ace]

Well, since we found out it can, 'Feed,' from a 7.2v mains adapter, the only real problem is keeping track of it. It can't half shift. Freda's still trying to work out what to call him.

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

I wonder if she's considered, "Zappy"?

[The Ace]

Tangle's suggestion'd probably be, 'What the f*** was that ?'

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

*Wanders in, looking around* An empty, empty Asylum for an empty, empty soul.

#Karn! Look what I can play without the sheets!# *Juken plays the Castle in the Sky tune*

Very nice, little guy. Why don't you try your gong again, or something?

[The Ace]

"Hi Karn."

Freda scuttles in behind him;

Wyrm name, 'Wat.'

Sorry, you've lost me there.

Short for WTF.

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

Now, Freda. I thought you had better manners than to use such language.


#Freda! I really improved my trumpet skills! I can play one song!#

Juken, just keep practicing those other sheets I gave you.

[The Ace]

Well, she likes a joke and it's fairly appropriate.

[HoopyFrood]

*Dances on into the room* Na na na na nanana na na...

WTF is pretty commonplace now, really.

...na na na naaaa na na naaaa na na.

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

Good morning Hoopy, how be the thief this morning?


AHCHOO! *Sniffle* Juken, please, don't stir up too much of that dust on those things.

#Sorry. Hmm....Hoopy, what's "jazz"?#

[HoopyFrood]

Thief!!

That's libel, that is.


I could sue.

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

Well....how about robber? Rogue? Bandit? Highwaywoman?


#Oh, well.# *Juken plays the tune but immediately messes up* #I think something's wrong with this instrument now, it's squeaking.#

Um.....

[HoopyFrood]

*Takes out a notebook and writes* I'm noting all this down! All this slander against a poor woman just making her way in the world. Thief, they say. Bandit, they say! It's disgraceful...