The Tea Room (Renovated)

[sloweye]

She's gone loopy

*makes little circles at the side of his head*

[No One]

Loopy Hoopy?

Now there's something I never thought I'd...oh wait, what am I saying?

[HoopyFrood]

*Tightens her grip, the darkness pouring out around her, the misshapen beings hovering behind her, peering out, leering, cackling*

No. It's their time, when the sun goes, and the world grows thin, and out they come...and now they come for an endless time, the sun dies, long live the dark!

[No One]

Oh boy, this sounds bad...Hey! Sigmund! Get your butt in here now!

*the door to the tea room, and parts of the adjoining wall, are abruptly felled by a large humanoid. 9 ft tall, built like the proverbial, with brutish features and purple-blue skin. He wears an armour that seems alive, a second epidermis, seeminglessly submerging into flesh and bone. In short, if you took 700 pounds of meat and a tonne of impossibly advanced metal alloy, ground them together into a single messy pulp, and allowed to evolve for half a billion years, you'd end up with something like Sigmund*

Er...sorry about the door, but I don't suppose that matters much now. Trouble is, Siggy here was brought in for a tech war...how's your resistance to metaphysical forces, Siggy?

*Sigmund growls*

Minimal, huh? Oh well, you may still come in handy. Stand over there...in there corner. And no use of weaponry in here, unless I say so.

*Sigmund looks inquiringly at No One*

And that goes doubly so for the AWC!

*Sigmund looks dejected*

[The Ace]

Freda tickles Hoopy who, convulsing, lets go just long enough for the Ace to shoulder the door closed and bolt it.

[HoopyFrood]

I don't convulse. I am not ticklish.

*Kicks the bolt open again*

Let them out, it's their time now.

[The Ace]

Freda bites Hoopy, knocking her out.

[sloweye]

*produces a straight jacket and a large syringe*

Don't make us do it!

[HoopyFrood]

*Flows upright, head lolling slightly* Darkness grows, stretches, reaches, it creeps into cracks and lays itself, it will stay....

[The Ace]

Sheesh ! Where are the druids and elder cods when you need them.

[HoopyFrood]

This is older, deeper than gods and druids. This is fear, primal, a fear of the dark, of the unknown, the endless night, the long winter months, when it seems the sun will never return.

[No One]

I say we fall back to one of the Tea room's other chambers.

[sloweye]

*pulls a clag of moss from his ear, looks at it with a grimace and flicks it away*

Not in there it doesn't!

[Karn Maeshalanadae]

*Watches calmly as the darkness engulfs him* Druids and gods, technos and shamans and spirits flee, but fear is elemental, and as such, it doesn't seem to affect me too much.


That moss on that other hand....I think I could use a flamethrower. Or my spellbook.

[sloweye]

Fleeing? I think not. we were the one who braved the depts to go and rescue the Hoopster!