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

[AnotherFairportfan]

* twitch * SHUDDER # moan # * twitch * ...

[Sgt. Howard]

There's an image of Phix in her younger years arguing with a foolish old soldier in 'a Very Happy Wedding'

[Julie]

Dear GOD we need new comics.

Yes...yes we do.

[DinkyInky]

*Clears table silently, whisking all detritus away from previous meal into the shadows to be cleaned or disposed of.
Places a very large, well-worn silver tray with several teapots containing differing types of tea, and a very worn silver coffee pot containing a very dark espresso.
Next is a smaller silver tray with the usual various sweeteners, and including molasses, honey, agave, and raw cane syrup. Also are a heavy cream pitcher, and various non dairy options.
Seeing the need, a third tray filled to the very edges and piled dangerously high with treats; baklava, cheese and almond danish, cherry almond rolls, cinnamon rolls, scones, cranberry Irish soda bread and an accompanying dish of sweet cream butter, and various muffins shaped like donut holes with sword picks stuck in them (yes I can and have made these all at some time or another).
Finally, water goblets, small plates, cups, saucers, tableware, napkins and a pitcher of ice water with sliced lemons. Once again vanishing into the shadows when the task is completed.*

[GlytchMeister]

Glytch watches, disinterested, as the Shadow Chef conjures forth tea and coffee. He was about to look away when a third tray supporting a truely mountainous pile of treats appears.
"Now that I can go for!" Glytch gleefully makes his way to the third tray with his camp plate and a pot and got one of everything.
Nothing was very familiar besides the muffin spheres and the cinnamon rolls, but he could tell by the smell that something was bound to be tasty and packed with sugar.

[DinkyInky]

*Having forgotten some folk prefer other beverages, "vanilla coke" has been acquired, and a dozen large bottles are set, along with an overly large tumbler, onto the only space remaining, then returns to the shadows, hoping everything is sufficient.*

[GlytchMeister]

Glytch smiles as the Shadow Chef reads his mind, placing several cold two-liter bottles of Vanilla Coke on the already groaning table.
"Awesome," he mutteres to himself, filling his nalgene.

[as363]

Did someone mention Scones - Ock aye laddie - save at least one each for me and the missis !!

[Julie]

I like food! (I may be drunk)

[GlytchMeister]

I like food! (I may be drunk)

Just be sure not to drink and poit!
Unless you want your bra on your head, of course.

Why, no, of course I'm not trying to give you ideas...

[Hansontoons]

Glytch smiles as the Shadow Chef reads his mind, placing several cold two-liter bottles of Vanilla Coke on the already groaning table.
"Awesome," he mutteres to himself, filling his nalgene.

Just as long as the Swedish Chef doesn't show up, we'll be ok...

[Hansontoons]

I like food! (I may be drunk)

Me too! (Dang it, I'm not. But I did have a margarita earlier... and if it weren't for the impending lousy day at work tomorrow, I'd have another.)

[Hansontoons]

* twitch * SHUDDER # moan # * twitch * ...

Steady now, steeaaadyyy....

[Hansontoons]

Curiouser and curiouser. Ok, I admit defeat. Whatever is happening here has got to have something go to do with magic.
Glytch stared at the scene unfolding before him, completely dumbstruck, with his jaw hanging loose, halfway through the act of chewing a chunk of ribeye.
It took him a good three minutes to recover and remember he had food in his mouth. He hurriedly swallowed and returned to eating. I'm just gonna keep eating and let my poor brain process that on the subconscious level for a while.

The instance of Louis reclining by Glytch looks up at him, an amused smile on the bright red lips.
    “Do you think that what we see, what we do, has anything to do with the laws of physics, in this place? Do you think that is air you are breathing? Hm.” He draws a set of pince-nez mirrorshades from an inner pocket, fixes them on his nose and looking round finally notices the gong and the other Louis.
    “Oh. How tiresome. We may blinovitch at any moment, so I suppose one of us will have to do the decent thing.”
    Louis picks up the cane he’d put down while illuminating his stories with gestures that had both amused and scandalised Glytch. With a start Glytch realises that the hand had been resting on his knee for some minutes since, and where Louis’s attention had been this last while…

Sauntering across the hall to the tea table, shades-Louis taps tea-sipping Louis on the shoulder with his cane. Louis-the-tea rolls up to his feet from his cross-legged seat, bringing his own cane into the En Garde in one smooth sweep as he does so, his other hand low and behind. Louis Glytch’s-friend steps back, drops his cane into a Rest and eyes his doppleganger’s stance critically.
     “You have been studying your Bonnetti again, mon Vieux?  Well, remember what happened to Bonnetti — killed by an English drunk.”
     “Ah. XV, I presume?”
     XV acknowledges with a inclination of his head and salute of his cane.
    “Scissors, paper, stone?” He asks hopefully.
    “No, I think not. As XIV, I chose to exercise my priority. Mon Jeune.”
    “Ah well, it was worth try.
    “Glytch!” He calls across the room, “I am desolated that we could not continue our fascinating little chat. It was going so well, I thought. Farewell! It has been a pleasure! But it could have been so much more…”

XV blows a kiss to the boy, causing Glytch’s knuckles to whiten on his pipe, then turns away to sketch two concentric circles in the air with his cane, pantomimes climbing astride the inner one and pedals away down one of the many cracks in what passes for local reality.

Aaaaaand you don't see that every day.

[Sgt. Howard]

Curiouser and curiouser. Ok, I admit defeat. Whatever is happening here has got to have something go to do with magic.
Glytch stared at the scene unfolding before him, completely dumbstruck, with his jaw hanging loose, halfway through the act of chewing a chunk of ribeye.
It took him a good three minutes to recover and remember he had food in his mouth. He hurriedly swallowed and returned to eating. I'm just gonna keep eating and let my poor brain process that on the subconscious level for a while.

The instance of Louis reclining by Glytch looks up at him, an amused smile on the bright red lips.
“Do you think that what we see, what we do, has anything to do with the laws of physics, in this place? Do you think that is air you are breathing? Hm.” He draws a set of pince-nez mirrorshades from an inner pocket, fixes them on his nose and looking round finally notices the gong and the other Louis.
“Oh. How tiresome. We may blinovitch at any moment, so I suppose one of us will have to do the decent thing.”
Louis picks up the cane he’d put down while illuminating his stories with gestures that had both amused and scandalised Glytch. With a start Glytch realises that the hand had been resting on his knee for some minutes since, and where Louis’s attention had been this last while…

Sauntering across the hall to the tea table, shades-Louis taps tea-sipping Louis on the shoulder with his cane. Louis-the-tea rolls up to his feet from his cross-legged seat, bringing his own cane into the En Garde in one smooth sweep as he does so, his other hand low and behind. Louis Glytch’s-friend steps back, drops his cane into a Rest and eyes his doppleganger’s stance critically.
“You have been studying your Bonnetti again, mon Vieux? Well, remember what happened to Bonnetti — killed by an English drunk.”
“Ah. XV, I presume?”
XV acknowledges with a inclination of his head and salute of his cane.
“Scissors, paper, stone?” He asks hopefully.
“No, I think not. As XIV, I chose to exercise my priority. Mon Jeune.”
“Ah well, it was worth try.
“Glytch!” He calls across the room, “I am desolated that we could not continue our fascinating little chat. It was going so well, I thought. Farewell! It has been a pleasure! But it could have been so much more…”

XV blows a kiss to the boy, causing Glytch’s knuckles to whiten on his pipe, then turns away to sketch two concentric circles in the air with his cane, pantomimes climbing astride the inner one and pedals away down one of the many cracks in what passes for local reality.

Aaaaaand you don't see that every day.

Not since I quit drinking anyways... hey, has anybody else noticed the ad for "I just work here" on the headliner... ? The one girl looks like Katherine Gilchrist

[GlytchMeister]

Yeah, I can see that.
To me it's like Kathy drawn in the Simpson's style.

[themadkansan]

Glytch smiles as the Shadow Chef reads his mind, placing several cold two-liter bottles of Vanilla Coke on the already groaning table.
"Awesome," he mutteres to himself, filling his nalgene.

Just as long as the Swedish Chef doesn't show up, we'll be ok...

~8D

http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j241/ ... shChef.gif

[DilyV]

Well, to quote the Swedish chef, VURT de FURK?

[Dave]

You're saying we've been borked over, yet again?

[Gyrrakavian]

*Glides in from the shadows and sets a low black table, inlaid with mother of pearl cranes on the floor, and scatters various styles of handmade cushions around it.

Places a crock of steamed rice, various meats, veggies and sheets of roasted seasoned seaweed that are on a tray, and a small crock of oikimchi on the table, along with ceramic rice bowls and chopsticks(along with conventional utensils for those unfamiliar with usage).

Steaming barley tea in a ceramic teapot, along with teapots of ting tung oolong and Darjeeling and small teacups are set in the center on a small black turntable.

Finally, embroidered napkins in simple black and gold rings are artfully piled at either end.

Vanishes once again into the comfort of the shadows.*

The commotion caused by king klash and the heavenly smell drew Gyrre back to the main room. As Gyrre made his way to the tea table, he saw that kingklash seemed to still have a sketchy outline.

Gyrre made his way over to the tea table hoping that was in fact alligator he smelt and not just a combination of chicken and fish. It was chicken and fish. At least there was tarrot root.

Gyrre sat down and poured some oolong tea. Then he pulled out a small pouch and extracted a small dried root. “Sarsaparilla root." He ground it over the tea. “Good for the gills." He indicated a slit at the back of his jaw hidden by the lower edge of his beard.