The Asylum

[HoopyFrood]

Who tries to eat a lemon??

I don't think, despite your fancy piece of paper in a frame, you have the authority to decide someone's mental...er...status.

This is the Asylum, though, if you had to be insane anywhere...

[Overread]

Well they kept saying try some fruit so I did!
And it attacked me! And it as nasty tasting to kill!

And just because we are in a nuthouse does not mean we have to be insance - I mean look at me I'm not insane and I'm in here...........least I'm pretty sure I'm not insane............but if that is the case..........why am I in here?

*sits and ponders this for the first time*

[HoopyFrood]

Well, you could use the other meaning of Asylum, too.

[Overread]

but what - aside from fruit - would a wolf be needing to hide from?
That is just as troubling a thought as if I am sane or not!

Are there enemies out to get me that I don't even know?

[HoopyFrood]

Probably.

I come here to get away from that silliness that is real life with all its endless complications for a little while.

[Overread]

*shivers*
the world is getting a scary mad place indeed! But at least you know your opponent!
I - unless I am insane - do not!

I mean I guess it could be PETA....

[Overread]

*slinks back in, wearing large "bugeye" sunglasses a set of trainers (with the shoe laces missing) which make him drag his forelegs to keep them on; a large sombrero and a yellow cape*

[HoopyFrood]

*Flumps onto a sofa*

Yay for being in the Postgraduate common room on a Friday afternoon.

Mind you, just me and one other person in the whole place, nice and quiet...

[Werewoman]

*runs in a pell-mell fashion into the room, trips over Hoopy's foot, skids across the table-top, and disappears into the mural*


Gaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! I'm being chased by a Wereboo!

[The Ace]

Freda looks up, bemused, from the fireside rug. Tangle only twitches an ear.

[Werewoman]

My grandson, Ephraim, a.k.a. Wereboo, cuz I call him 'Boo', has learned how to tickle others. He thinks it's great fun, and thinks it's even greater fun if I try to run away from him.

[HoopyFrood]

*Skips in*

Diddly-dee. *Hops over to the cupboard and looks at the stacks of cups and mugs. Flaps her hands at them, which spark with a minute blue colour, so that the next time someone picks a mug or cup up, the handle will drop off*

*Dances out of the kitchen area and around the room, pointing at each cushion on the armchairs and sofas, filling them with itching powder. Gets to the last one and winces and grips her side* Ouchie...ah, man, left it too long, looks like I'm going to have to start from scratch again.

Hey, tiny alcoholic *gets out a thimble of whiskey. It disappears in a blur and is replaced with a book* A-thank-you. *Picks up the So You Wante to Learne the Wayes of Magiks - Parte the First, flips the cushion off a nearby armchair with her foot and sits down to read*

[mirinda]

*Bounds in pouring some tea, picks up the cup and* *SMASH* HOOPYFROOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[HoopyFrood]

*Looks over the top of her book, which she's nearing the end of* Hmm? Yes?

[mirinda]

*dumps the dripping, shattered teacup pieces into Hoopy's lap* One of yours I believe.