Archive Stone the Fourth

Message: enjoying the company
Author: - Farida Siduri
Date: Dec 17, 2000 20:09

"Yes she was cute back then. I believe she still believes that she is still cute." I say as we all admire the painting of Whiskers when she was still a cub. I still remember the day I bought her from a traveling animal entertainer. He didn't want her because she was another mouth to feed and train. I got her for a real good deal.

Whiskers climbed up to the perch that I had made specialy for her. It was part of her nature to be high up when she wanted to nap. She felt safe that way.

Message: What did you put in that ale???
Author: Awakening - Inaras Ubaratutu
Date: Dec 27, 2000 22:16

I suddenly realized that I was awake. Well, more that I'd been asleep. I was laying on the floor uncomfortably, but my head was against something soft and warm...... with fishy breath. I gently tapped my hand against my pillow, and it gave -- furry. Belly-like.

I was up in a flash.

"I, uh, fell asleep on your tiger... Uh, she seems to be okay with that." I looked around the room. Everyone else was still asleep, Tuhul tightly wrapped around his bag of clanking objects. I was tempted... but he shifted as I approached him, so I had a change of thought. Curiosity kills...

I looked over towards Farida. She, too, was asleep, curled around an immense bottle of wine. I tip toed to the doorway, to see my elephant laying on his side. Snoring, if I wasn't mistaken. Whatever it was, it was pretty loud.

Gently, I tapped Farida on her shoulder.

"I think we all had a spot or two too much. There's been a whole change in constellations out there."

And waited, as she flinched.

Message: awake
Author: - Farida Siduri
Date: Dec 29, 2000 17:05

I awoke to the proding from Inaras.

"Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes. We all did. What did you put in the drinks?"

"Nothing. I think it may be from the fumes of the fresh paint. I only finished painting late last night."

"Could be." Then the two of us looked over at the othe patron who was snoring away, sleeping peacefully. We then both looked at each other and smiled.

Message: Hey I was sleeping
Author: for Whiskers - Farida Siduri
Date: Jan 10, 2001 13:00

Yawn.....stretch.

"Okay. Who was sleeping on me and then got off, which woke me up?" As I roll onto my back and stretch out to my full length. "Ah. That feels good on the back." I look at the humans while still lying on my back. "Well. What are you humans waiting? Scratch my belly for me." Humans can be a bit slow at times. This draw back of theirs can come in handy at times though.

Message: I watch the tiger...
Author: - Inaras Ubaratutu
Date: Jan 10, 2001 19:10

I notice Whiskers turning over on her belly, and stretch.

(She stretches... I just watch). Since Farida is looking another direction, the tiger locks eyes with mine.

"Uhhhhhhh," I say. Reminds me of a kitten, begging to be scratched. Well, all right... big overstuffed kitten here, alll right...

I reach over and scritch and scratch and all that stuff. And an amazingly loud PRRRRRRR insues.

I never realized how soft tiger belly fur was!

Message: Still waiting for a cool and normative breeze...
Author: thief-seer now carpenter - Tuhul UtNapishtim, Patron
Date: Jan 12, 2001 14:52

As after some great tempest that has thrown shocked bodies to the floor, those who can will sit up, and those who can will stand.

Tuhul could do the former, but was not quite ready for the latter. His eyes sent bleared and doubled images to a brain that would rather slip back into the comforting darkness of unconsciousness. A thoroughly shaken mind that sought to escape the imposed duties of its proper functioning: to receive, sequence, interpret and finally react. But his mind had no working template to handle the present stimuli of kaleidoscopic patterns all gone mad. Somewhere alarm bells were bellowing in deepest tones of dolor, and the tattered shreds of a nightmare that just would not let go still fluttered a forlorn warning: "be gone, be gone for all is ended soon..."

Such are the basic elements of a rather nasty hangover. The brew had been very pleasant going down, its immediate effects quite charming, its after effects quite alarming. But first aid and revivification was near at hand, er mouth, as a concerned Whiskers applied the patent remedy of the feline kind -- a good, stiff tongue brushing.

Now thoroughly stimulated and motivated to wander back into the here and now, Tuhul, with an assisting paw from Whiskers, strove to regain a vertical orientation. And pausing to scritch the wondrous BIG KITTY behind an offered ear, he looked deep into those amber eyes, wise beyond all others, and read a strong insistent message there: "This world is imperiled, the gods have spoke its doom, go forth and build (or steal) us an ark, that all good things here found may weather the coming gloom!"

"Yikes!" Tuhul now fully restored to present places and conditions, reeled back a bit and gave Whiskers a definite, defining moment stare. "Nar, big cats or little uns, they don't talk to UtNapishtims, do they?" Big Kitty just grew bigger, standing now with both paws upon his shoulders, and licked him once again in that familiar sort of message that plainly asked for fish. The fish was duly portioned out, and Tuhul then walked himself very carefully back to the bar. Furless Siduri (or almost so, nice mane but no tufted tail) was telling Inaras that it must have been the paint fumes, but Tuhul was not sure. He suspected the hand of some divinity, smacking them all into enchanted sleep for the purpose of inserting dreams, disturbing ones if true. At any rate he would place his trust in the quality of the Barley's famous brew.

"Another, if yer please, Lady Farida. One for whole blooming house! And then I'd like a quiet, sober word, with all of us, about dreams and foretellings, and all that kind of stuff." Whiskers 'whuffed' as she downed the last of the fish, and ambled over to the rest, and outside a deep trumpet's call was sounded, as Tusker woke from a sleep that had given dreams a plenty, but no real rest.