Legion World Forums LEGION OUTPOST Mission Monitor Board Rockhopper's Rookery: Annual Holiday Party in Progress

Okay I was wrong! Chief, you're on duty...

Happy New Year!

especially to Deddy in Newfoundland. 2:35 min to go there...

Have a coupla' cookies first, Chief. The night's still young.

Abin! Pull up a chair. But look in that canvas tote I left next to the recycling bin first. There should be a fresh bottle of rum in it.

The end of the legal year takes its toll. Plus, he had to run out and buy more cat food. Hell hath no fury like cats with no kibble on 1/1/11, y'know.

Believe it or not, it hadn't occurred to me that in a few hours it will be 1/1/11. Does this mean that the world will end, the Second Coming will arrive, or Democrats and Republicans will get along?

Probably not, but all those ones have to mean something!

[tops off mug with rum before raising it high in the air again]

Odds are all those things will happen before the cats finally start to get along!

Cheers!

<sips hot cocoa>

Man, you guys are great! Drunk...but great!

Back*hic*atcha, Chiefy!

Cheers! (And Night Court, too!)

Looks like I'm <shudder> designated driver.

A toast!

rye, with butter and raspberry jelly.

To K.E.N.T. being "Kent" again some day!

To Abin and Nighty!

[raises mug again]

Thanks to them, I've already got one resolution accomplished!

[munches cookie]

Oh geez, this party has been going on for over a week ... nice!
Happy 2011 everybody!!!
Um ... can I get a lift home from somebody, I'm feeling mighty tipsy. *hick*

We have plenty of guest rooms here at the Rookery, FK. You can sleep it off here. Eliza, please show Mister King to the Londo suite. Thank you.

Much obliged, much obliged!

I'll be leaving soon if anybody needs a designated driver. Definitely won't be spending the night...

Thank you for coming, Lardy. It meant a lot to me to see you here. {Gives Lardy a friendly hug} I hope 3011 brings us both health and happiness.

Oh, yes, the hot chocolate and cookie trolley will now be making its rounds. Enjoy!

Bye, guys.

<leaves>

And here we are at Twelfth Night, which, of course, is also the birthday of Hyvvie the Wonder Beagle.

Dog-friendly cake (and cake of the more conventional variety) will be served with champagne.

Please do take a (pardon the expression) doggie bag of goodies on your way out.

Have a great year, everyone!

Happy Birthday, Wonder Beagle!

Many more happy and prosperous ones to come, I hope!

(LWG looks around the empty living room)

(pours himself a fresh cup of coffee from the pot on the sideboard, writes in Omnicom)

<font face="chalkboard"><span style="font-size: 15px;">Rockhopper Lad appears to be absent. Nothing to do but wait...</font f></span>

<Rocky arrives, harried from his recent ordeal; presently he sees LWG>

Hello. I remember you. You were at my Christmas party. What can I do for you?

(LWG stands, bowing his head slightly for politeness)

(Rockhopper Lad notes that sitting next to LWG on a small table are a coffee cup and several small tools, such as might be used to repair a watch or a handheld communicator)

(LWG's words come not from the Omnicom this time, but from a window that pops open in mid-air above his left hand: the ring finger of that hand has a ring around it)

/Much better/ thinks LWG. /So much less cumbersome to use the ring for speech than the Omnicom. I need only focus my thoughts a certain way and they appear before others as they should/

<span style="font-size: 15px;"><font face="chalkboard">First of all, my apologies for my rude behavior here recently. I came to you because I don't know where else to turn for help...</font f></span>

(seeing that Rocky has no trouble reading his speech, LWG relaxes somewhat. He begins gathering up the tools he used to modify his ring and stows them carefully in a jacket pocket as he "speaks")

<span style="font-size: 15px;"><font face="chalkboard">You see, I awoke in deep space not far from this locale, barely one month ago. I awoke in the ruins of what looked to have once been... a place where robots were built. The variety that you might expect to see in combat, rather than for peaceable purposes.</font f></span>

(LWG finishes putting the tools away, and sighs)

<span style="font-size: 15px;"><font face="chalkboard">I awoke with nothing but the clothes on my back, as well as this ring and the toolkit. There was also... </font f></span>

(he shivers slightly, then picks up the coffee mug again to warm his hands)

<span style="font-size: 15px;"><font face="chalkboard">...A mace. A bloodied mace. I am no combatant, Rockhopper Lad. There seems to be little remaining in my mind that recalls the time before my... awakening, but of that I'm most certain. At any rate, there was one other thing in the pocket of my jacket...</font f></span>

(LWG produces a piece of stationary, folded into quarters, and hands it to Rockhopper Lad)

<span style="font-size: 15px;"><font face="chalkboard">It appears to have the letterhead of your... comrade's Security Office. But there is no signature, as you see, and the language in which it's written in is unknown to me. I thought that perhaps...</font f></span>

(Again, LWG waits)

<Rocky is sitting in his favorite chair, drinking tea and reading. Hyvvie is at his side, curled up on the floor. Suddenly, Hyvvie stirs and growls>

Hyvster, what's up? I know that look. You smell trouble and it's headed this way!