Wapsi Held Hostage - Day 14 (was Castela Notice 2015-07-05)

[Hansontoons]

Let us pause.

And where's Dave?

[GlytchMeister]

Glytch and Dave's wife started and whirled, searching Confusion Corner for the supposedly-sedated atomic punster, without success.
The woman slowly drew her air pistol, raking the crowd with her eyes.
Glytch whispered to her. "I don't suppose he had access to any metabolitic accelerants, did he? Especially this morning?"

[kingklash]

Kingklash had joined in on the "Not quite sure of when exactly" discussion of finding Wapsi. "It was a long time ago, on Fark. You know how threads on these forums can be, the direction they go end up way off than where it was originally supposed to." Several heads nodded knowingly, all longtime veterans of Internet Discourse, and the near-quantum tangents that can happen. "Someone had posted a strip where Monica was thinking about how her Hispanic heritage helped keep her warm in the Winter, but her Irish side was what tended to lead her to trouble." A lot of "Yeah, I remember that" and "Archive search!" were heard. Not used to dividing his concentration among so many, he tapped his fingers nervously on the table, sometimes small blips of energy igniting from the impact. "A link was posted too. I saw the name first, and asked my Mom if 'Wapsi' sounded like anything familiar to her. She couldn't think of anything. As I moved through the site, I was surprised to discover Shelly was from the Wahnee family. I'm related to them on my Comanche side. And a Wahnee was a Code Talker in the European Theater in WW II. There's always going to be people claiming relation to celebrities, but how many can say they have a cousin in webcomics who's actually in a webcomic?"

[GlytchMeister]

Glytch poked the table experimentally, staring at Kingklash's fingers.
Nope, not piezioelectric. What are those friggin sparks coming from? I gotta bring some science kits with me next time...

[Dave]

Glytch whispered to her. "I don't suppose he had access to any metabolitic accelerants, did he? Especially this morning?"

"Nothing unusual," she replied. "Just his normal three daily triple espressos. He's like Doc and Roger rolled into one... his inventing sprees burn up enough caffeine to kill a horse."

From behind the table on which the teleported snack was lately served, there comes a weak scrabbling sound and a muted gasp. A pair of shaking hands appear, fumbling over the tabletop for whatever crumbs might yet remain.

"Frybread... no more frybread... I missed the frybread... frybread and honey, like manna in the desert. Must have... manna and milk and honey... they went over the River Jordan to the land of milk and honey..."

A bleary-eyed face appears behind the table, its eyes searching the crowd and latching onto the 200-watt glow of a Hawaiian shirt.

"Kingklash! For the love of God, fry me a river!"

[Opus the Poet]

A stocky but somehow ethereal figure wearing a pointed hat and a cloak comes flying in riding a bicycle. After hovering a second he settles to the ground.

"All the hip witches ride bicycles now, since the end of the 19th century," he said to nobody in particular. He pulls a thermos from under his cloak that has a slight blue-white glow and vibrates. "I brought my own coffee, it's fresher and stronger than what gets served here."

[Gyrrakavian]

A cyan and Vantablack pair of lines started drawing themselves in opposite directions. The pair suddenly turned a sharp right angle on a two dimensional plane and continued until the reached the outer edge of the other, making another sharp right angle. This continued until a square spiral had formed. Out of it stepped a short, stocky man wearing a plain red t-shirt bearing the word “spectrum" in black block letters and blue jeans that were too long but only a little baggy, and black sandals too long for his feet but just wide enough. He had dark dark brown hair that was nearly black, though there were a few silver strands here and there. The short thin beard he sported also had the silver, but it also had flecks of copper and gold.

“Op ßeize," he muttered to himself, “I'm late."
He sheepishly waved at the other people in the room and made his way over to the table with the coffee maker. He drew a box of date pinwheels from a messenger bag that seemed to have come from nowhere, yet he'd been wearing the whole time. He then found the nearest seat, plopped down and pulled out a Tupperware container of kimbab which he had no intention of sharing. He opened the container and started pondering how he came across Wapsi Square in the first place.A cyan and Vantablack pair of lines started drawing themselves in opposite directions. The pair suddenly turned a sharp right angle on a two dimensional plane and continued until the reached the outer edge of the other, making another sharp right angle. This continued until a square spiral had formed. Out of it stepped a short, stocky man wearing a plain red t-shirt bearing the word “spectrum" in black block letters and blue jeans that were too long but only a little baggy, and black sandals too long for his feet but just wide enough. He had dark dark brown hair that was nearly black, though there were a few silver strands here and there. The short thin beard he sported also had the silver, but it also had flecks of copper and gold.

“Op ßeize," he muttered to himself, “I'm late."
He sheepishly waved at the other people in the room and made his way over to the table with the coffee maker. He drew a box of date pinwheels from a messenger bag that seemed to have come from nowhere, yet he'd been wearing the whole time. He then found the nearest seat, plopped down and pulled out a Tupperware container of kimbab which he had no intention of sharing. He opened the container and started pondering how he came across Wapsi Square in the first place.

Someone had embedded the comic where Monica sneezed her bra off he thought. It must have been. But where? He stroked his beard absent mindedly and wondered how long he'd had a tumblr account.

[Sgt. Howard]

¨Well¨ thought Greg,¨ a bicycling wizard and a dimensional traveler stuck on 'repeat'... I hope we only get stereo on him, he might fill the room,¨

[GlytchMeister]

Glytch sniffed suspiciously at his Nalgene of soda. Something had gone very awry recently, and he intended to find out what.

[DinkyInky]

Kingclash, my headcanon sees you wearing one of these prints.

No need to share your kimbap, I made enough to feed a small army, and also brought some seasonally appropriate oikimchi.
Leaves Korean style spread out on the table, along with a few Polish dainties, namely varied pierogi.

*is engulfed by shadows fading into lurkmode again*

[TazManiac]

The door quietly opens, and Taz walks in, stepping over to the table and inhaling appreciatively, he nabs a Polish Bao.

Having touched fingers to brim as he passes the others present, he approaches himself sitting down and thanks himself for holding his seat for himself.

He then touches the seated self once on the head, once on the shoulder and once on the nose, whereupon the seated Doppelgänger vanished in a twisty collapsing down the long axis...

"Hello everybody, I'm sorry most of me wasn't here the whole time, but I'm mostly all here now.

My name is Taz the TazManiac, (among others) and I am a Wapsiholic, and I am not ashamed.

Please excuse me while I eat this marvelous bun..."

[Gyrrakavian]

At the mention of oikimchi, the barrel-chested man looked up in the direction the voice had come from and squinted at the one who had said it. And then over to where he had stepped in.

He quickly stood up and walked back to the strange square spiral, reached in and fished around. He withdrew a pair of fairly standard glasses and promptly put them on. Then, his eyes traced the out edges of the spiral. He frowned as he reached back in. After a minute or so he pulled out a book entitled 'Between Failures'. Upon the removal of the book, the impossibly flat lines retreated on themselves back into the nothing from which they had suddenly sprung.

The bespectacled traveler looked around the room with an embarrassed smile. "Sorry about that. Sometimes these spiral doors like to hold onto things." He shrugged. "Gyrre, by the way."

He walked back to his seat picking up a pirogi along the way.

[Sgt. Howard]

Greg looked over the delicacies that the rather Oriental lady left before dissipating into shadow... the Oikimchee looked and smelled rather enticing... as did the rice balls and fish ... thingies... whatever they were. He grabbed up a sample and knawed on it, thinking of something else to throw into the conversation...
"I actually know now my first encounter with Wapsi... it was 'Opsie Doodle', January 20th, 2012- I read the whole shebang by the 30th, where I made my first commentary about the series, how the girls were not 2-dimentional cartoons, but realistic female attitudes and problems that made sense to me... that was when I noticed the punning- I won't lie, I consider the pun to be the lowest form of humor... but it seemed a valid art form here. As many of you know, I retaliated with Limericks.. some of which are still under scrutiny by the NSA... for whatever reason... I also wrote "Starry starry suit" about Kevin's first trip to the library, and now am doing several fanfics, including a weak, cheesy spin-off on 'Alcoholics Anonymous' that I'm not sure what I was thinking... except it got me a sneak look at the saucy lady that brought THESE goodies... my dear, I am happily married... otherwise , growl indeed. After all, ATtention without INtention is flirtation... but here was I? Oh yea... as it is, I am finishing up on several epilogues to a wedding, then I go back to a submarine that ... well, no spoilers, OK?
You guys GOTTA try this KimChee- YUMMY!!!

[Opus the Poet]

The witch opens the glowing thermos and pours a cup of twitching black liquid into the cap/cup, inhales the aroma and takes a long, thoughtful sip.

"I think I first started reading Wapsi sometime in 2004 when Tepoz was still a main character and Katharine was still cripplingly shy. I think somewhere while I was first reading the comic the characters grew a finger so they had 4 and a thumb. I also remember Monica at a wedding "helping" Amanda and almost boning a 18YO in the closet "

[Gyrrakavian]

Gyrre scratched his beard. “I'm an avid arcive diver, so it's kind of hard for me to pin down when I started reading Wapsi Square. I'd check my browser history, but the harddrive that could tell me got fried. Though, I'm pretty sure it was before the calendar loop got resolved. I know it was the late 2000s."

Gyrre's ears twitched at the echoes of his own voice and spotted the door double. Frowning he said “Ugh. Not again." The duplicate just smiled at him. Gyrre walked over and raised a hand signally for a high-five. Upon contact, the duplicate vanished, presumably merging with the original. “Sorry about that, folks".

Gyrre returned to his seat and pulled out a laptop. He proceeded to check the 2009 archives to see if that might have been where he started.

[Sgt. Howard]

The witch opens the glowing thermos and pours a cup of twitching black liquid into the cap/cup, inhales the aroma and takes a long, thoughtful sip.

"I think I first started reading Wapsi sometime in 2004 when Tepoz was still a main character and Katharine was still cripplingly shy. I think somewhere while I was first reading the comic the characters grew a finger so they had 4 and a thumb. I also remember Monica at a wedding "helping" Amanda and almost boning a 18YO in the closet "

"The full hand showed up at the photo shoot where Amanda took a picture of a female fire-fighter tossing a shark... and unless I am mistaken, the first one to sport a full hand was one of the firefighters" mentioned Greg... so, yea, you've been at it longer than me by a sizable margin,"

[jwhouk]

Oh, by the way - I think the next segment of "The Centurion And The Sphinx" should be known as, "She's Having My Baby... SPHINX."

[Hansontoons]

"Did I hear the word "kimchee"?" asked Jon (aka DWC) as he drifted back to the table, leaving Bear who was rattling around in the cabinets looking for the ingredients for a new pot of coffee.

"Oh yeah, this is good! exclaimed Jon after noshing a decent sized taste of the kimchee. "Better'n the stuff I get back home at North China restaurant, which is pretty darn good in my opinion."

"And I've been going through my mental rolodex trying to remember when I started Wapsi. It's been a part of my daily routine, or should I say life, for so long now that I just cannot put a finger on it. And having a touch of CRS doesn't help either." Jon added with a snort as he reached to sample some of the other goodies on the table.

[Sgt. Howard]

Oh, by the way - I think the next segment of "The Centurion And The Sphinx" should be known as, "She's Having My Baby... SPHINX."

Imagine raising a child where the teething ring is fifteen pounds and solid brass...

[Sgt. Howard]

The first four-fingered person in Wapsiworld was named 'Nikki', a female firefighter who appeared in January 2003. Amanda and her assistant appear with four finger knuckles on each hand prior, but the fingers themselves do not show