The Asylum

[mirinda]

Hmm tough question. I'll be back whenever I don't have a lot coursework. I actually haven't been home for a few days, I was down at the college talking to Disability services and arranging my classes. I didn't have internet access but I'm back now. *smacks dust out of her chair*
*Aaaahchoo!*
Mmm pringles. Thanks Freda

[The Ace]

Tangle comes in through the catflap and plonks himself on Mir's lap. With the ongoing quest, he still isn't speaking to the other two.

[mirinda]

Do I sense some tension here Tangle? *scratches his ear*

So how've you been Ace? I feel like I haven't talked to you in a year!

[The Ace]

There's a bit of a problem up north but Nixie's having a problem getting a party together, so Freda and I nipped back through the 1-D pocket. Tangle was left in the care of his Aunty Hoopy for a few days and wasn't best pleased.

[mirinda]

Oooh it isn't fun to be left behind is it Tangle. Poor kitty.

Sep milk please. *sits the milk out for Tangle.*

[The Ace]

He doesn't change, anyway. Hoopy was very good to him but he's wondering why he keeps us.

[mirinda]

I would wonder too. I mean really all the pampering and catnip and tuna I would get sick of it too Tangle. *laughs* Okay kidding kitty no need to glare.

[HoopyFrood]

Not me, guv, I went AWOL for a couple of weeks, almost. Thank Were.

[The Ace]

"I will if she ever turns up. I've heard tell he's been leading her a merry dance. Still, at least that one's out of the picture." Indicates Jerryjeff, flat on his back and snoring like a hippo after drinking a barrel of beer.

[mirinda]

Hey Hoops!

[HoopyFrood]

Good mowning.

[Werewoman]

Yes, let's give credit where credit is due. Thank you, Hoopy. You are a gentleman...er...gentlewoman and a scholar.

Hi Mirinda. Good to see you again! Where are you going to school again? I think you told me, but alas, old age, senility, and menopause have set in. This old lady can't remember ****.

Ace, I don't suppose you can get Tangle to own up to who's idea it was to paint the clown on the crazy golf course to look like President Obama. Jerry Jeff just stares at me when I ask him. Being a transplanted, ordinary creature not native to these parts, apparently he doesn't talk.

[mirinda]

Hey Werewoman. How's your family?

Missouri Southern in Joplin via correspondance this year.

[The Ace]

I didn't know he could hold a paintbrush but an obvious suspect with access to a 1-D pocket isn't too far away. I'm not sure who moved that barrel of beer to where Jerryjeff could find it either, but the coincidences just keep piling up."


Freda has the grace to look a little shamefaced, "I thought you liked President Obama."

Do, but still Yank President.

[Werewoman]

Miri,

Hangin' in there, hangin' in there.

Yuck. I hate internet courses. It makes it harder to pester your prof. What are you majoring in?