1000 Post Club

[Grimward]

*Weakly takes up door-minding responsibilities again, having (mostly) fought off the plague*

What a week. Where was that bar?

[Ursa major]

Why? Do you think - or should that be "judge" - that the door should be barred?

[Grimward]

I can see you won't be letting go of this one any time soon, my good bear. No, the door needs minding at the moment, not barring. Just look at the sidelights....covered in orc drool.....

*Glares up at 7th level*

[Ursa major]

* Wonders if a certain (7-up) somone sings himself to sleep with a rendition of Drooly Scruptious. *



What a horrible thought!

[TheEndIsNigh]

Originally Posted by Hilarious Joke

Just for the record, I refuse to have Tein's orcish lingerie store set up on these premises, UNLESS I get a cut of the profits (to put back into the club of course, as well as into offensive weaponry including porridge bombs) and UNLESS Tein does the aforementioned modelling. Haha! I'm laughing at just the possibility!

Well I'm certainly open to shareholder offers. Course you'll be expected to "shoulder the load" as it were

Good of you to offer HJ.

What sizes shall I reserve?

Originally Posted by The Judge

*sliding closer to the superb and illustrious door on her imp-driven (impelled!) bench and hailing though a smaller than usual megaphone*

I was hoping no one would mention the unlucky 13 bit. I have been resisting temptation to post for the sake of posting, but I can't stay on that figure overnight.

And incidentally, leave my briefs out of this, thank you very much. It's bad enough TEIN's lingerie is on display.

Obviosly when you get this side of the door you'll be able to peruse the full range J.

[Ursa major]

It's when HJ starts to "off-the-shoulder the load" that we may have to avert our eyes.

[Grimward]

* Wonders if a certain (7-up) somone sings himself to sleep with a rendition of Drooly Scruptious. *

A Middle Earth - Chitty Chitty Bang Bang crossover.....the poor guy must be spinning in his grave....

*Shakes head, then clears some of the drool off the door's sidelights. Stoops to examine the strike plate....*

Urgh. That's just wrong.....

[Grimward]

*With apologies for the double post, takes a break from drool scouring and helps poor Hapshepsut slightly to the side, then opens the door for Kiwibird*

[GOLLUM]

Hey, it's not my fault! It those darn Orcs! They appear to have overrun one of the 7th floor wings, hence my rather generous action of offloading said miscreants to the lower levels.

Enjoy the show people!.....

[Rosemary]

I thought you invited the Orcs in yourself, Precioussss!

*Puts up 'magic shield to keep them on the 7th level*

Build yourself a bigger palace dear, then there will be plenty of room for the Orcs.

* Rosie returns to the patio and resumes her reading*

Orcs, drool and fluffy slippers again! I had best let our sweet Nixie know about this!

[Grimward]

*Sends a squadron of Grimlings up to assist Rosie with clean-up*

They're not much for organizing, but they evaporate orc drool like no one's business.....

*Having just finished scouring the drool off of it, Ushers Kiwibird into the club*

Welcome, indeed. May I take your coat and hat? Just down the corridor, you'll find a lounge with the necessary amenities.

*Sees Kiwibird off down the hall, then takes up guard position at the open door (don't need any more orc or spider invasions), as The Judge has pulled even with Hapshepsut, with Esioul a few steps behind....*

Greetings, Your Honor. May I get you a beverage, or would you rather wait and take it in the comfort of the lounge upon your next posting? And you, Esioul?

[Hilarious Joke]

Welcome Kiwibird!

*slides kiwi a pina colada down the bar*

Just for the record, platypuses are notoriously bad at modelling. But they are good at collecting profits!

[Clansman]

Quite a pile up in the doorway, no?

Come on in, m'Lady, and try not to mind the drool. But be warned, once you cross the threshold of 1000 posts, you can't go back. In the words of Don Henley et al:

'"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!"'

[Ursa major]

Welcome, KiwiBird.


And I'm sure we could offer TJ a brief glimpse of something appealing - a case of whine might be appropriate, perhaps () - to encourage her over the threshold.

[Grimward]

*Ignites a jet of flame from his forefinger, adjusts it until it flares like an acetylene torch, then scribes (tastefully) fiery letters on an elemental plaque next to the Club's Entrance*

Welcome. Please enter and enjoy your stay. Whiners please check-in with the staff in the Chrons' Basement before entering.