The Tea Room (Renovated)

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

*Spies the rug move and whistles rather casually as he pulls the creature underneath out by its tail*

Oh, OR! How nice, buddy. Sorry about the tail.

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*The tail pulled out appears to be totally fake; with the only thing connected to it being a cord of fine wire that leads back under the rug and floorboards.*

[j. d. worthington]

Originally Posted by Karn Maeshalanadae

Well, centaurs will be more guards than anything, and yes, we will avoid giving them any kind of alcohol. And second, His Majesty, the King of the Elementals, will not be in attendance, sir. His daughter did not invite him.

Ah, that's not quite who I meant. I've no quarrel with that one (that I can recall, at any rate). I was noting Nixie's little All Hallow's bit, and as that particular royal personage and I had a bit of a contretemps a good while back and it has never been resolved, thought I'd take the opportunity of his being invited -- Nixie, you do realize you have invited him, yes? ("Speak of the devil..." etc.) -- to thrash this one out... perhaps in the literal sense....

Oh, and OR... beneath the floor in the old Tea Room (even when renovated) is not a particularly good idea. Just ask the Newt....

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

Actually, sir, Toronta is handling the wedding invitations. That's usually the department of the bride, isn't it?


As for our Halloween party, or whatever you have planned, I'm not sure what's going on. I had a bit of a plan concerning the Hellmate, fifteen tons of pillows, a cannon, and a cheesy gameshow announcer with a microphone, but hey, it's your show, dude.

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*The floorboard pauses its squeaking and appears to take on a contemplative mood for a moment. Then it resumes its squeaking with ever more vigour, the squeak quickly travelling from one end of the boards nails to the other and then across to the neighbouring board*

[j. d. worthington]

Originally Posted by Karn Maeshalanadae

Actually, sir, Toronta is handling the wedding invitations. That's usually the department of the bride, isn't it?

Generally, yes (though usually the two parties discuss and compromise on such things). But this particular individual, albeit reputed to be a gentleman, is only so when it suits him. I won't say if he's not invited he'll crash the party, but Nixie did mention his title, and that's as good as an invocation... something he has seldom chosen to let pass unanswered....

As for our Halloween party, or whatever you have planned, I'm not sure what's going on. I had a bit of a plan concerning the Hellmate, fifteen tons of pillows, a cannon, and a cheesy gameshow announcer with a microphone, but hey, it's your show, dude.

That might well work, considering how some Hallowe'ens have gone around here. That, essentially, is going to be a time to expect the unexpected (both good and bad, he says ruefully) and the best thing is to roll with the punches... if you can...

OR... I think, if I were you, I'd check around to make very certain I was alone down there... and by alone, I mean nothing but the floorboards, joists, and nails. If there's anything else, you may be in for trouble....

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

Come to think of it, JD, I thought I saw Ancalagon scrambling around under the floor in the corner yesterday, and I haven't seen him come out yet.


And I can handle Him, if you may. If nothing else, I may have to invite a certain blood-haired girl to keep an eye on Him.....

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*the squeaking floorboard stop again and there is the sound of much shuffling and twisting occurring under the boarding. A moment later the squeaking picks up again; one of the boards starting to very very slowly rise its way up; the nails wobbling and slowly coming loose in their holes.*

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

*Looks around briefly and stamps hard on the floorboard sticking out, ignoring the whine*

That ought to keep that board in place. Now to check the catering list again. Let me see....Caesar salads? Check. Salmon, cod, halibut? Check. Crabcakes? Check. Steak? Check. Potatoes? Potatoes?

Okay, who stole the potatoes? They're supposed to be baked with butter, chives, a hint of sour cream, and go with the steaks.

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*moments later, after much shifting and shuffling under the boards another starts to make a sound; a different pitched squeaking and something starts to rise up from one corner - for this board was put in with screws*

[j. d. worthington]

Sounds as if you have your hands full with the preparations....

Well, I shall leave, and attempt to get some more writing done before my second shift at the hell-ho... errrr, at work. See you folks later....

*in exiting, j.d. impishly decides to "knock on wood" and chooses for this the board with the screws, eliciting as a result a sharp but muted yelp from beneath, at which j.d. grins before making his exit*

As Bugs used to say, "Ain't I a stinker?"

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

Come on out, puppy wolf. Actually, it might be in your interest to because I have some fresh beef bones for you in here. That steer sure cost enough, but Toronta insisted on the highest quality meat.

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*a long series of what might be considered curses and insults the board again resumes its squeak, the first screw rising up and then falling over, rolling over the floor as the second screw starts to make its spirally ascent*

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

Indeed, indeed, hands full of preparations. At least Ace fixed the power in the flower room.


Invitations are out, seating arrangement now agreed on, just the catering list now. We have to get about a hundred pounds of potatoes.

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*A second screw joins the first in rolling around in freedom upon the floor whilst a third screw begins its raising release from the middle of the board*