Guildmerge

[Maryon]

(Did Miryum say vote?)

*pretends to leave trance*

In mystical voice: Th' pool table. We mun get th' pool table, for the good of Obernewtyn. I dinna' ken th' reason, but th' colour mun be red, to match th' curtains.

[Min]

(This...is...brilliant! Way to go Maryon! I wonder if Elspeth will still try to push the vote?)

(...wait, now everyone's going to think I coerced her into doing that...we can't have them think that.)

Is there any particular reason, Maryon? Did you see any more about it?

[Elspeth]

*kicks Maryon's knee. Hard*

*mutters*

Ye mun ken summat else, future-teller.

*scrambles out from underneath the table*

We cannot make any decision until the votes have been cast.

(I remember what happened last time we paid attention to Maryon's ramblings.)

[Maryon]

*Grabs knee with a squeak of pain*

(Well yes, I ken somthin’ about a crazy bird and a pair of dirty socks, but ye dinna want to know about that, do ye!)

I dinna’ ken anythin’ else, but mayhap one of my other futuretellers has seen somethin’. Do nowt make any rash decisions.

[Dameon]

(Hmmm... I think Maryon's making that up. I wonder if...)

*stops giggling and adopts tranced expression*
*speaks in monotone*

The Futureteller is right. Obernewtyn must get a pooltable, and it must be of a curtain-matching red...

[Dragon]

(Where is Matthew?)

(Dragon is bored)

*stands abruptly*

Dragon wants brush for Gal-ta!
Leave silly guildmerge and go to farm!!

(that aught to shut up all people.....with one addition)

*coerces a large flying dragon and swoops it over the gathered misfits*

(perfect)

[Min]

(*blocks Dragon's coercion*)

(Looks like Roland's gotten quite a scare. And did I just see Freya jump under the table too? Out of fear, or looking for Rushton, hmm?)

Dragon, that's not very fair!

(And damnit, she's probably just distracted everyone away from Dameon's "prophetic words" *laughs*)

[Kella]

*Rushes back in with drinks*

Okay, who wanted chocca and who wanted juice?

*Sees hostile faces everywhere*

*Hands out drinks*

Oh Hi Maryon I didn't see you there before... Is Rushton back under the table again?

*Notices Domick staring at her*

*Finishes handing out drinks and site down again next to Domick*

So what have I missed?

[Dragon]

(Miryum ruin mind image and Matthew not back)

*crosses arms over chest and pouts*

[Sezzaxox]

*comes out from under the table*

(I did not just see that......... I did not just see that)

I want Egg Nog as it is Christmas isn't it??

*looks around and Sees Dragon Pouting*

Hey, Dragon want to help me go look for Mattew?

(ok..... no get the image out of my head..... a nice walk yes.... I shall help Dargon find Matty)

[Kella]

Have we figured out the pool table desicion yet?

*Blank faces*

Ummm okay... I guess not... So Maryon... How's the futuretelling going?

[Rushton]

*booted foot connects not all that delicately with head*

Owies!!

(What in the blacklanding hell was that? And why am I under the table? With Elspeth?)

(Ooooh with Elspeth...)

*imagination runs wild*

You saucy minx!

*Sexy leer of seductive intent*

[Sezzaxox]

*rushes back in with dragon and Mattew*

Found Him!!

(now I have the paper and the pencils... so I guess I should give it to everone even the crazy people under the table....)

*Hands the paper and Pencils out*

ok Elspeth and Rushton just need to come out from under the table then we can start....

*Draws on her peice of paper while waiting for rushie and Elf to come out.....*

*Hears weird noises*

[Kella]

*Kicks foot out under table*

(What are they doing? This has to stop)

*Connects with something hard*

(Are they gonna come back up now?)

*Hears weird noises*

(Hmmm I guess not...)

Domick can ummm... can you come help me with some more medicine for Rushton? He sounds dreadfully bad...

*Leads Domick to broom closet again*

[Sezzaxox]

*decides to draw a Dragon......*

*hears the door close*

(whos leaving this time.... Dom and Kella ok......)

[Maryon]

(It's gettin' pretty wild here ... Guildmerge has never been so interesting ... I should come more often!)

Sooo, Dameon ...

[Sezzaxox]

*listens to Maryon and Dameons' convo*

(maybe I should do some thing to get them out from under the table.......)

Who is in charge of this thing any way??

*kicks out under the table conex with something that seems very hard...*

[Dameon]

(Damn that Dragon! No one heard my prophecy!!! Little brat. I wonder if I could flail wildly in a futuretelling trance, and accidentally smack her alongside the head. Do her a world of good. Ah well... time for another vision.)

Not only must the coercers have a pooltable, but the Master of Obernewtyn must himself go to the lowlands to collect it. I have seen this.

(Who the man? Dameon, that's who. Oh yeah! Sexy AND smart)

[Domick]

Returns, and slips into seat looking slightly ruffled

(Damn it, some of us have better things to do than argue over this. Still...a trip to the lowlands might do Rushton good. Serve him right for sending me to Sutrium in the first place.)

What does the Master of Obernewtyn have to say?

(If he feels like emerging from under the table. Lud, sometimes Sutrium seems like the quiet life compared to this. Still, perhaps with a little encouragement...)

[Dragon]

(stupid guildmerge and their silly pool table)

*moves to a shadowed area at the back of the room*

(One day i will be Queen, then they will feel what i suffered in these guildmerges)

*quiet evil cackle*

[Kella]

*Returns to the room and sits down*

Are we still arguing over the pool table?

(Stupid people... I have better things to do than sit here and argue about who gets what. I just want to go back to the healer hall and do what I do best. I see dragon doesn't like this any better than I do... Smart girl going off into the corner... Hmmm.... )

*Moves into the conrner near Dragon*

Dragon, I wonder... Could you show me some of those beautiful illusions please? I don't really get to see that much of them...

*Feels scowls penetrate the back of her neck*

(I hope this will do something to stop their arguing...)

[Sezzaxox]

*kicks under the table again and Sees Dames Grab his knee*

(opps Sorry dames)

Now are we going to Vote or not.

RUSHTON AND ELSPETH COME OUT FROM UNDER THE TABLE NOW OR WE WILL ALL COME UNDER. HURRY UP KELLA AND DRAGON ARE GETTING BORED.

(hopefully that will Get them out)

[Domick]

(Hmm..Kella and Dragon appear to have the right idea...I wonder if I could join them. Then again, Miryum is already going to pound me afterwards for deserting her earlier, so no need to prolong my pain.)

Guildmaster's and mistresses, people, this is a simple matter. Please, can we vote now and resume other activities. I'm sure we all have important business to attend to.

(And then I could get some sleep, which would be a happy thing indeed. We can't really vote without Rushton...where is he?)

Gently probes around with foot. Connects with something that sounds rather hollow.

(Ah, Rushton's head. I shall prod him towards his chair. Gently of course.)

Prods. Rushton smacks the offending foot.

Youch! Oh no...nothing's wrong...I just banged my knee, that's all, thankyou for your concern Maryon.

(Then again, sometimes these situations require some force.)

Kicks. Hard. Again.

[Sezzaxox]

*also kicks under the table*

MASTER RUSHTON AND GUILDMISTRESS ELSPETH SOLIDER GUARDS ARE COMING WE HAVE TO GET OUT NOW!

(maybe that will get them out)

[Dragon]

*coerces an image for Kella*

(fine, Drgaon use mind to make field of flowers)

*accidently coerces image of Dragon as the Red Queen punishing the Misfits*

Ah, Dragon to sleepy to make mind image. Silly guldmerge go to long...*cough*