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jltaylor
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response 50 of 167:
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Sep 7 21:56 UTC 1994 |
<TMH goes to the store to get some nacho chips>
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bhelliom
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response 51 of 167:
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Sep 7 22:17 UTC 1994 |
Come here brighn. . .
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brighn
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response 52 of 167:
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Sep 7 23:34 UTC 1994 |
<Innocently, and not sensing danger because he trusts AW completely,
TBG goes over to her.>
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bhelliom
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response 53 of 167:
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Sep 8 03:39 UTC 1994 |
Damn! You ruined a perfectly good scam, brighn!
<Bhelliom quickly discards the chesnutty-smelling stuff and readies plan B>
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brighn
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response 54 of 167:
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Sep 8 16:16 UTC 1994 |
Did you want something, dear?
<TBG is waiting patiently, confused as to why AW called himover.>
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eliot
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response 55 of 167:
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Sep 8 22:21 UTC 1994 |
<DDQ patiently watches the two people in his shop>
...
<Mixes together some herbs and spices to go with his dinner
while waiting for someone to request something>
...
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eliot
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response 56 of 167:
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Sep 8 22:32 UTC 1994 |
<Separates out a little of the salsa>
<Mix a little aphrodisiac into the separated salsa>
<Offers TBG and AW a little of the salsa>
AW, TBG, you've got to try a little of this salsa
I've recently come across. Dig in!
<DDQ leaves some tortilla chips and salsa with AW & TBG>
<DDQ watches from his desk>
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bhelliom
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response 57 of 167:
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Sep 8 22:34 UTC 1994 |
I think TGB would rather this go to his beloved.
What thinkest thou, Sir .... .ahem. ... . .TGB?
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brighn
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response 58 of 167:
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Sep 9 04:53 UTC 1994 |
Who's TGB?
Oh... you mean me! I already had some salsa. It was good.
But now I have indigestion. A bit too spicy, I think. Got anything
for it (or were you drumming up business with the spice?)?
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wavestar
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response 59 of 167:
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Sep 9 20:10 UTC 1994 |
(suddenly begins to cry for no reason at all, having just had a wave of
depression hiit her)
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jltaylor
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response 60 of 167:
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Sep 9 22:28 UTC 1994 |
I'm going to go hunt the woods for a lost lady who can't seem to find her way
here from the southlands.
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arwen
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response 61 of 167:
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Sep 10 04:37 UTC 1994 |
I request something to cheer up dear Lady Wavestar until
my permanent return. I feel so bad that she is sad.
DDQ< couldst thou help her?
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eliot
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response 62 of 167:
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Sep 10 19:43 UTC 1994 |
It's will be my pleasure to help, M'Lady.
For TMH, a rare mixture to fortify you on your travels
mix it with your rations. Just don't call it trail
mix, it is easily offended. And there's nothing better
at bringing on heartburn than offended herb mixtures
For TBG, try some baking powder. There's got to be some
around here somewhere. Drain cleaner will work too
in a pinch, provided you only use a pinch
(So how does one retrieve a pinch of liquid?)
For WS, the best thing I can suggest is the warm atmosphere
of good companionship. M'Lady Arwen will be missed by
one and all. After all, one can't hit a target that isn't
there.
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jltaylor
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response 63 of 167:
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Sep 11 00:48 UTC 1994 |
Thank you kind sir, i shall be polite to my herbs and all the kind creatures of
the forest.
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arwen
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response 64 of 167:
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Sep 17 05:02 UTC 1994 |
My dearest werewolf....NO EATING THE LITTLE ANIMALS!
Really...can you be trusted?
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eliot
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response 65 of 167:
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Sep 17 19:24 UTC 1994 |
M'Lady Arwen!
It is such a please to have you return to my shop. I shall declare
a sale on my dessert herbs in honor of a celebration. Besides which,
this place has been gathering to much dust and needs more traffic.
Anything anyone needs?
DDQ
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cyberpnk
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response 66 of 167:
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Sep 20 19:31 UTC 1994 |
Would M'lord Fuz like to have a fortuneteller in his court for the amusement of
all?
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eliot
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response 67 of 167:
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Sep 22 21:31 UTC 1994 |
M'Lord Rache Bartmoss,
Whilst I be most please-ed with your presence within my humble shoppe,
His most majestic majesty doth not frequent this place. Please, stay
awhile but seek ye his most highest higness elsewhere.
Prithee, take a look around but touch not lest ye break the merchandise.
DDQ
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fuz
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response 68 of 167:
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Sep 24 11:11 UTC 1994 |
um.. fortune teller.. what was it Lazarus had to say abouuyt fortune tellers..
oh, im sure dread knows.
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arwen
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response 69 of 167:
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Sep 24 15:40 UTC 1994 |
M'lord Chemist. Thou art such a dear. I will take two of those
muffins and what are these "magic" brownies? Tsk tsk!
Do you have anything for dust rhinos?
<gigglingmerrily, Lady Arwen eats a muffin>
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jltaylor
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response 70 of 167:
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Sep 25 03:22 UTC 1994 |
It appears my trek through the woods to find the lost lady may be successful
I have found many possible paths back to the kingdom and hope to see her
regularly soon :)
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wavestar
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response 71 of 167:
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Sep 30 19:39 UTC 1994 |
A fake fortuneteller can be tolerated, but a true one should be killed
instantly and without regret. Cassandra didn't get half the kicking around she
deserved. or something to that effect, I believe is what yuou are looking for,
m'lord. Thank you for your efforts, Arwen, DDQ, I am better now,
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arwen
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response 72 of 167:
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Oct 1 04:07 UTC 1994 |
Hmmm...I think that I maight have to take some offense at that
Cassandra remark, dearest Wavestar.
,
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fuz
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response 73 of 167:
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Oct 1 19:03 UTC 1994 |
hee hee.
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dread
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response 74 of 167:
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Oct 2 20:26 UTC 1994 |
<Dread is glowing>
Now I wonder...was it the radon-and-U232 and jelly sanwich I had, or am I just
happy....
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