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terliss
04:19PM
02/27/2003 " Re: Happy Birthday "

"Ah, yes, fgreat!! Fgreat, as everyone know is so much greater than great alone. Very complimentary, I must say, now that I know what to do, I'm going to go do it. *Winks* So, back in a bit, *points at Alombar (who is sitting and nibbling on goodies in the corner)* I'll see you later! *mumbles* and hopefully not that pesky little Jubjub."

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archangel_silver
02:51PM
02/27/2003 " Happy Birthday "

Alombar, happy birthday!! May it be fgreat and full of happyness, you deserve no less then greatness!!

Happy Tidings and Happy Birthday

~Silver

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laurie1961
02:34PM
02/27/2003 " Setting up the MUSIC "

Happy Birthday my friend

I whisper as I load the classic Beatles tune Rocky Raccoon...

Seems one day it dawned upon - a greek adon -
that today he just might wanna try something newwwwww, an
That day he figured he'd build - what is called a guild
based in part on 'hikers guiiiiiiide - An the BOFH -
cuz that be what he's based upon
So up springs our home - world unknown -
Wizardhood was born and it made quite a splash...

Four and a two, V.T. just for you,
a friend you have been in the finest.

Mi'Lord Alombar, you quest brought us far,
this tribute I make to remind us.

My friend I commend and proclaim to the end,
I'll never be able to thank you.

Your day is today, may you eat, drink and play...
bright blessings be rained down upon you.

May wishes come true, I ask this for you
today bring you nothing but laughter

Work leave you be, good health upon thee,
May the universe grant what your after!

Bacardi and lime, paused moment in time,
We shout out V.T. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Da, da, da, da, da...

No stress, only play, because its your day
the world shall be onE giant playland

V.T., may this day bring you all
even more wishes then I recall
till your birthday comes again over our land...

I now raise my glass, all toast till the last
the man we adore, our adonis...

All wizards remain, and sing the refrain
BIRTHDAY BLESSINGS V.T. FROM ALL OF US!

Ah, yeah, yeah
Da, da, da, da....

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pinkworldplanetp
02:22PM
02/27/2003 " happy bithday! happy birthday! "

ha'oli la hanau!! i must say this has been the most wonderful party preparation ever! twinks, you are a master artistic faerie, i bow to you i thought i had something for you *rummaging thru my pockets* but it seem to have found you already

that just leaves this *pulling the party hat* it must be for the fizzban....

alombar, thank you for sending me off to bother the pople in the guild so you could get back to your re-stocking without having to worry about me bugging you about what you had for lunch! it has been a blessing to be surrounded by such wondermous creative spirits! i truly hope you have had a perfect birthday, and may you have many many more

now, i just have the task of finding the perfect gift for the mighty master adonis who has everything LOL no one said it would be easy

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fuzzleminion_42
02:05PM
02/27/2003 " funnnn!!! "

This is so much fun (as the fuzz blows on the birthday blower and its so loud) Oh My goodness can you help me please Easy D has out done herself again, I ate to much (lol can someone roll me over by the fire place please I will sit there and eat up my bottle of tums. I just love Party's.
The Fuzz

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alombar42
01:44PM
02/27/2003 " Thank you "

Well, my dear guildmates, thank you very very much for your wishes!
Thanks a lot for your gifts too!

BTW I wonder what else is twinkle about - she's mumbling all day and this usualy means surprises

Maybe I should spend more time in the guild again: as you know, shame on me, I spend time here when either alombar is frozen (which tends to become a common issue) or during summer...

Thanks again and have a wonderful time everyone (a few friends, food and drink are more than enough for a great time)!

alombar42 aka adonis

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themagician79
01:25PM
02/27/2003 " Re: let's eat! "

Mmmm... Food!!!

*Stuffing myself with an array of delicacies made by our magnificent Chef Madame Easydamsel "boot en croute, what a clever idea -crunch- rubbery yet tasty"*

Now, the reason we are all here (today and, for several years now):

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOUR WIZARDNESS!

I think maybe you had faintly foreseen that by creating this guild you would bring together an unusual assortment of people, and you managed to pull it off spectacularly. I just want to say: smart move and thanks.

So there, now you can continue restocking. Meanwhile... "fa-la-la-la fondue?" "don't mind if I do.. mmm... 'tis the season to be merry..."

-Daniel

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rowentree052101
12:55PM
02/27/2003 " Re: luvs and hugs! "

~`~`~
"Twinks!!!" Rowen rushes up and gives Twinks a big, huge hug! "I'm so glad you're back! And look! Your socks ARE purple!" Rowen jumps up and down with excitement... And steps quickly out of the way as Twinks is rushed by all the wizardlings in the hall.

And then Rowan spots the feast! Mmmmmm FOOD...

Rowun grabs up the coffee, cream puffs, and a piece of the fearless leader in blackforest cake. Balancing all, she settles down into her new bean bag chair in front of the fireplace. She watches the goings on with a smile of delight on her face. Aaaaaaaah! Delicious!
~`~`~

Happy Birthday Alombar!

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twinkle_42
12:45PM
02/27/2003 " luvs and hugs! "

*Hopping out of her home-paint, Twinkle (lost but now found!), hurries towards her Wizardly Guildmates, mysteriously leaving a trail of purple sparkles along the way!*

Hugging and squeezing all, thanking each and everyone separetly for their amazing creativity and contribution, without even knowing that THIS was exactly what i had in mind! You see.., in "reality" my thoughts were to have all of you create something without knowing the purpose and then putting EVERYTHING together in an enormous painting! I still owe you, alombar and myself, the painting of course... but I have tons of inspiration now to work with thanks to all of you!

For the time being, imagine that this painting was virtually created by itself the moment I was warped back into my Home-Painting ..from wherever I was

Thank you all!
And to my Darling Husband (who, YES, is still restocking his socks off), i wish him many more years of Happiness, Success and Creativity.

Luv you!

ps. ...and now to take a BIG BITE off of him!! lol!

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easydamsel
12:19PM
02/27/2003 " let's eat! "

without further to do, i present to my brothers and sisters a feast fit for a fizzban:

toe cheese straws
- a traditional goblin favorite - who knew what i was marrying into?

fresh fruit and assorted cheeses with spleniferous stuttering sauce
- the food that impedes your speech, handy for those chatterbox types

assorted turnabout tartlets
- so yummy you just gotta spin

fa-la-la-la fondue
- for some reason this creation makes you sing xmas carols, perhaps it’s the holly berries

sploding stew
- don’t leave your bowl unattaneded or…*bang*

so sassy souvlaki
- tasty treat will make you speak your mind, be careful who you talk to.

gyroscoping gyros and zig-zag tzatzki sauce
- yogurt, cucumbers and running about the hall…what more could you need?

mythical roast beast with gorgon-zola sauce
- don’t look directly into the main dish, a mirror is provided to prevent petrification.

boot en croute
- you’ve never tasted footwear like this before

suffering succotash
- if inclined to complain, please stay away from this painful yet tasty side dish.

and to top off the meal:

bacardi black forest cake fashioned into the bust of our fearless leader
- act fast and be the first to take a bite out of vas!

love and other tasty treats,
e

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jubeialy
11:40AM
02/27/2003 " Wahoo Birthday Wishes... "

So Many Things to say...

I think that I shall start out with the Most Important event for Today the 27th

! ! HAPPY BIRTDAY FIZZBAN ! !

Yes yes Guild Brothers and Sisters it seems that the "Whats the 27th all about" mystery has been solved. I simply adore all of the creativeness we have here flowing through halls of this Most WONDERMOUS of Guild Hall and this Guild wouldnt exist without our Resident Fizzban taking a chance all that time ago, on June 22, 2001.

So it is now that I take this time out on His Highness Birthday to Firstly Wish Him a Most WONDERMOUS and TRULY HAPPY BIRTHDAY and Secondly to Thank Vass for creating this guild and enriching my life with Soo Many Wonderfull online friends that I would not have otherwise known if this Guild Hall were not to be in existance.
I have made some of the Closest Friends in this guild that I have ever known in my lifetime and for that reason is why I beleive that Vass has truly enriched my life like no other online place ever could or ever will.

Happy Birthday Vt and Thank You

Sappily Yours~~jubeialy

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laurie1961
11:08AM
02/27/2003 " Write it down Wizards "

The stormy Odka, her wild mane electrified bursts into the Great Hall. wh00t wh00t!!

I DID IT!! I shut up for the most part!

Eyebrows raise at my strange behavior. Allow me to explain. You see, my fellow Wizards et al altho tis true your Odka must frequently check her id to make sure she is in fact who she thinks she is, she never forgets things of a numerical nature. Yes, yes, I knew what today was... How I admire each and every one of you for your joining in the Whats up with the 27th quest! Thus I sent out steamy mugs of strange over caffinated beverages for all as I retired to my Mighty Oak for a nap!!!

Happy Birthday Mi'lord

::sentimental sap gags this warrior as you all know... yet I must say something I've felt since we created this Guild::

Here, inside its hallowed halls, we have somehow managed to build not only a magical place where reality can not reach us, but a place of trust, of kinship, of compasion, of friendship. Simply because our adonis decided to give a guild a try and see what happens. ::bowing deeply:: Thank you Vassilis. Thank you.

@}---}---

I quickly shake off the strange feelings that overtook my stormy charming personality. Eeeeeeeu. What was that? Lets get this party started!!!

guardian of the Flame

High Protectoress of OdkaTM

cant clone me, cuz I tradmarked my ---

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fuzzleminion_42
10:40AM
02/27/2003 " I knew it!!! "

I knew it , I just Knew it(Ermmmmmmmmm)
Hoppy Birthday Alombar42!!!

So Easy D can I help in any way in your Kitchen, I proballly wouldn't be to much help tho, cause I am injured, so no strecting,pulling, bending of the back or lifting. But I can Read. So its the Masters B-Day so when is there wedding Aniversary?
Aneyhow I must find a stool and have this cup of coffee Laurie made me TY just what I needed.I just wanted Twink to know she did a wonderful Job painting, its very magical inside this hall, I do mean that. It always gives me a warm fuzzley feeling when I come to think or just rest
BBL
The Fuzz¦

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easydamsel
08:27AM
02/27/2003 " hippy pappy "

"humanity has advanced, when it has advanced, not because it has been sober, responsible, and cautious, but because it has been playful, rebellious, and immature."
~~~tom robbins

hippy pappy joyous birthdaying to our fearless leader, resident economic force, adonis over which all of us girlie wizurdlings drool, master of his wizurding domain, and lucky enough to be married married to the fair and beautiful artist damsel, twink ().

conveniently enough, i finished going through the utensils and cookbook dropped on my head the other day and am more than excited to prepare a feast befitting the honor of our fearless leader. my talents lie mainly in culinary arts...any wizurds floating about willing to wash up and slog through some kitchen duty is appreciated.

everyone else go about your creating, and work up some appetites!

love and other kitchen tasks,
e.

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themagician79
08:14AM
02/27/2003 " A finished work "

Due to network problems *sending an astonishing variety of bizarre and unconventional curses to my ISP* I didn't post my work yesterday, so I hope it's still useful.

(Let's recap)
With a swift movement of my wand, the paintbrush and the palette rise from the floor and start floating in front of the canvas. A few well-chosen incantations and they start flying upwards and downwards depositing bright spots of color in the air, leaving trails of small silver sparks, and making a brilliant sculpture of colored light, while I direct them like the maestro of an orchestra.

A few other spells and the whole starts humming quite pleasantly; a little song which just barely disturbs the silence of the hall but just inspires you.

I catch the paintbrush in mid-flight and sit in front of an empty canvas. Within a few brushstrokes, the paining is filled with immense, fluffy clouds, that spread everywhere throughout the image, but it still looks dark and sad.

I take my wand and push the lights I've created through the canvas, into the painting where they arrange themselves everywhere inside the clouds, so to reduce their glow, swamping the scene with warm and colored light. The painting instantly becomes a perfect warm feathery bed, in a melodic sky that's just bright enough.

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cutup0581
06:01AM
02/27/2003 " Today is a Birthday "

I wonder for whom??????
As I footslog up out of the quagmire of swampland that I have been trudging around in what seem like for ever, I am home FINALLY! I could not have picked a better day to end my quest. My search for duckies!!!!
Walking in to the guild spattered in mud and various grasses....is that a peace of sweet grass on my hem???? Oh my, what has happened here? So many colors. Looks like Twink has out done herself once more!
I reach up my sleeve and pull out the Duckie that was so illusive and hand it to our Merchant Prince. For you on your Birthday Kindest of Sirs (deep bow). Please do not turn me into a duck... It is only one after all and not 42.

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twinkiees_42
01:35AM
02/27/2003 " Not My Fault! "

Looks around and starting to giggle. Looks Twinkle started a Paint war around this place and it sure not my fault that I showed up its(points finger at San_Fran_cisco) If he wouldn't made such a yellow ewy mess.....
Cream cakes are starting to get flinged everywhere, its seems to be pretty colored aroud here especially on the cieling(lol)

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twinkle_42
11:54PM
02/26/2003 " Paint all around! "

(continued from my last post)

..As my Hopes lift me up towards the big whirlpool of colours I briefly look down to see a blurry vision of ..hm.. pages?! A Book?

Being surrounded now by colours, by paint actually, I swirl between them but miraculusly I don't get painted myself. I am warped through them and end up sitting on the floor of my own Home-Painting!
Dazed I look around. My desk, my marble table, my paints and brushes and easel and..hm, what's this?!
My completly white, empty canvas is no longer empty! It has been painted, filled with colours, with places of beauty! Filled with figures flying within swirls of paint, rainbow motes hurridly sneaking off to places unknown, yellowy sparkles and twinkies looking for their fillings! Unidentified doddles that actually look good, next to dust motes and fuzzles, pots and pans and a warrior cought up in mid air making a super-dooper martial arts move.
In awe at the magnifiscent and full of blends of both vivid and pale colours masterpiece, I pick up the brush I had tossed in a dark corner, only to see that its silky tip is dry and clean. I put my hand in the small pouch I keep tied under my robes, take a handfull of my Big Bang dust and throw it on the back of the Painting that serves as an Entrance and Exit to my Home.
I poke my head out to take a peak at the happenings in the Hall and I am struck with Awe once again! There is Paint EVERYWHERE! I suddently burst into joyous laughter now that I realize what has happened!

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rowentree052101
10:14PM
02/26/2003 " Re: Good Question!!! "

Ooooh goodie goodie! My very own bean bag chair! Aaaaaaaaaahhhh.... now I can't move.

Thanks Terliss!

(the buttons on the atm have braille because the machine parts are massed produced and they don't want to pay to make special ones just for the drive through)

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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mundayne42
01:27AM
02/26/2003 " Couldn't resist... "

...popping in before I leave, I've got half an hour before we hit the road but I had to see how the questing was going!

You lot are so creative

I seriously considered taking my laptop with me but then thought it wouldn't be much of a break so I'm going to be completely internet free for two whole days, well one really because I just got this quick fix today and I'll be back online Friday.....see I'm counting down already AND they've got a new game out that I haven't got time to try but maybe I should wait a couple of days if Evil Death is anything to go by.

I played it yesterday and it had so many bugs! The items didn't show, Gilly got stuck in the graphics, and glanced was incorrect, the correct answer to the anagram was glanced! So I'll leave that till the weekend too.

Have fun,
Anne

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terliss
11:22PM
02/25/2003 " Re: Be creative she says..... "

"Just practice! I'll sketch, and it's more like cubism, except instead of showing many perspectives at once I try to paint the movement of the figure, Not the figure itself! Well, that made as much sense as it did the last time I tried to explain it."

Tru goes into her usual (and super impressive) routine, and I madly sketch in my book, trying to keep up. I end up starting to just catch up on repeated moves, finishing a sketch the 12 time Tru does the move. Suddenly, I realize I have a complete sketch, "Got one!! Ha, ha, thanks tru, this'll do."

I look at the figure-drawing and realize it is indeed a good captured moment, the force of the movement implied by the texture of the charcoal lines, over the blurred silhouette in pencil. When I look at it I can see what happened both before and after, that moment captured on the page (Ka-Pow!!!).

I hold up the sketch for Tru, "See Tru, You don't see the movement, as get an impression of what you would see. Now for paint!"

I whip out my paint set and canvas (mock me now! Oh, canvas of... of... Mocking-ness!!!) and lay down a light sketch. Then I open the paint set and "Ta-da, Acrylics, my favourite!", then I prepare my pallete. I pick up a wide tapered brush, and lay down a swath of green blurring with black, and the painting begins to take form.

All attempts to talk to Terliss during her painting of The Mocking Canvas hence recieve the following response, or similar,
"Busy, can't talk, go 'way, (brush wielded at offending interloper with vigor), can't you see I'm painting!!! Ughh! - then you will be ignored...

So... to last you 'till I've finished;

Terliss

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truwarrior
10:40PM
02/25/2003 " Be creative she says..... "

Alone in the vast dojo, your dimunitive warrior continues to meditate...she is at peace, one with Neopia and the guild she loves dearly....Someone is calling to her"Tru!....Tru!!"...it's the voice of a familiar friend and ally...she opens her eyes and sees Terliss still calling to her......
I would be happy to pose for you....so on a still painting, you want me to do a movement thingie huh?...sounds wierd to me, but anything for a friend...and if this is gonna help Twink out, I'm all game.....so what kind of action do you want me to do??...How about my 360 degree roundhouse kick or maybe my jumping reverse heel kick into a somersault low sweep with a dragon punch for a little added flavor?.....or maybe you have something complicated for me to perform?

Tru

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vampireteen
08:00PM
02/25/2003 " drawing "

Having forgotten to sleep vampireteen, drew all day on the picture of her dreams. I never like to leave my art work unfinished when I'm inspired. So gradualy working on it to make it better, mine eyes become tired and blood shot. Now half my pencils need sharpening. "Where in the world is that portable sharpener". Sudenly a cute green fuzzle comes up and gives me the sharpener.
Thank you my little pet.
Deciding to take a break and give my mind some rest I go over to the bar and ask the tarbender "whats the best drink to have on a late day as this?"
(realality note:college can really bite sometimes.)
Louise

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bewicked
07:26PM
02/25/2003 " Re: Filling "

"The better question, dear, would be how did you lose your cream filling?"

Slumped in a chair as plush as a toadstool, the witch eyes the peculiar Nobly Born under the brim of her hat. While a bright orange kitty sleeps soundly behind her head, an immense book sits open on her lap. Scrawled across its pages are derivations and integration, theorems and formulae, proofs and all sort of ugly mathematical jibberish. Clearly, the last thing any intelligent witch or wizard would be reading... That might be saying something about this witch, Mona.

So, after giving the Twinkiee one a nod, and avoiding a look at her fellow Guru's backside, she mumbles, "Right then. Good luck finding the rest of your filling and all." At that, she shuts the heavy book, which closes with an indignant puff of evil dust and a resounding SLAM! The witch meanwhile, curls up in the big squishy chair, and takes a long nap. Zzz...

I have to spam on behalf of my friend, who very strongly insisted that I try and get votes for her pet in the BC. It's a Dark Magician and all, and well deserving of a trophy.

/beauty/details.phtml?pet=Severus_Silky_Snape

I'm off for another bit, hope to see you all sometime again before summer. If I'm lucky.

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kelshy
07:19PM
02/25/2003 " Re: Filling "

I am sure that there is some of the filling hiding (not so discreetly I might add!!) on my behind.
hahaha

Chris

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twinkiees_42
06:35PM
02/25/2003 " Filling "

Really now has anyone seen my cream filling????

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mundayne42
03:29PM
02/25/2003 " Taking a break "

Good luck fellow wizards of BOFH, I will not be with you for then 27th, if it is the 27th February we're all questing for, I am taking Maerlyn and Joel for a couple of days to the beach.

I'll be back Friday night to find out just exactly what Twink had in mind!

Anne

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mundayne42
03:24PM
02/25/2003 " mundayne dreams? "

mundayne begins to wake from a deep slumber but during those waking moments catches a glimpse of somewhere else, somewhere and someone. A dust mote lands on her nose and wakes her fully before the vision has clarity, mundayne brushes the mote away and sits up.

Making sure her hat and robes are straight and thanking Twink for the non-crease magic woven into the fabric mundayne heads for the Hall. A word with the Tarbender, coffee and sandwiches on a tray and she heads back for more research.

The weighty tome which holds all the knowledge of 27 has fallen on the floor, the fuzzles blink at her as she bends to pick it up. A small, very small, dust mote lands on her hand as she places it back on the shelf, the mote tumbles off her hand and mundaynes eyes follow it as it floats to the ground. As it lands a tiny shower of multi coloured magic is blown into the air...curious.

mundayne now sees there is a book on the floor where the magic was blown from and peers down to see just which one it is.

"Oooo deja vu!" she thinks and puts the fallen book back on the shelf.

As she sits to ponder what to do next she hears the wizardly rustlings of fellow BOFH-er's as they go about the creative business of Twink's 27 quest,

"They are such a creative lot," she thinks to herself "creatively being creative!" And she goes back to her book.*

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mundayne42
03:13PM
02/25/2003 " *Wizards creating.... "

...they drew, they painted, they used crayons, pastels, paint, pencils, paper and canvas, they created spells and magic, they created ideas and dreams, they imagined wonderful amazing things and created adventures that brought them all together.

"I made this," he said "but I couldn't have done it without them."

And she saw on another page a beautiful mountain and water and fish and...and..Twink!

"Twink!" she said

"Yes, she's there alright." he nodded with a smile.

"Is she OK?"

"Oh, she is now....she has hope!"

mundayne smiled again and then laughed and when she laughed she closed her eyes and saw a dark sky full of bright stars and dolphins and she knew she was going home.*

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mundayne42
03:05PM
02/25/2003 " *He laughed again.... "

...one of those I-am-so-much-wiser-than-you laughs that got on mundayne's nerves.

"I'm the painter." he said.

"Well, it doesn't take a brain surgeon to work that one out." Gosh, she could be caustic sometimes.

"I am the painter of all pictures, I am the one who paints what you are and where you are and where you're going and where you've been. If I didn't paint there would be nothing."

Crikey! Mystical enough fer ya? mundayne could get spiritual when it was necessary, well she is an RE teacher, but this was tooooo much.

"Oh, and can you prove that?" As if standing there on a blank canvas with a pot of paint and a bloke with a brush wasn't time to get back to the guild she had to encourage him too!

"Look." And he opened a book that she was sure wasn't there before and she saw......*

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mundayne42
02:56PM
02/25/2003 " *He laughed.... "

...and she fell over again!

"Don't you see, you looked through the lens and made the picture look bigger so you could get in, the picture looked bigger but in fact you got smaller."

mundayne decided to stay sat down.

"Get up mundayne and get out your serf lens."

She'd just got comfy too!

"Hold it up and look at me."

mundayne did hold up the lens and did look at the big guy and he was even bigger....yuk!

"Now, turn it around mundayne."

"Why?"

"What happens when you turn a lens around? A lens that makes thing bigger?"

"Oh yeah! They get smaller!!" A little light bulb lit up cartoon like on top of her head and she turned the lens around and the big guy got smaller.

The big guy got smaller and was the same size as he should be.

"Hold out your hand mundayne but stay looking through the lens."

And she did, her hand went out and he held onto it, it looked the same size.

"Put the lens down now." And she did, and everything was alright. The big guy was only a few inches taller than her and the paint pot was just a regular old paint pot and the river of paint, although still there, was just a small stream.

"Thanks big guy." she said and smiled a big, tired, you've made a friend for life smile and the big guy smiled back.

"But who are you?"*

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mundayne42
02:46PM
02/25/2003 " * And closer.... "

...until she could was knocked over by the hurricane of it's breath.

"BACK OFF BIG GUY!" and he did.

This was an old, old man he had the usual old man things, a beard, long white hair, smelly breath and yellowish teeth.

"AH!" he said and nearly knocked mundayne over again.

"Who are you little chappie and where have YOU come from?"

"I'M ASKING THE QUESTIONS, AND GET THAT DRIPPING BRUSH AWAY FROM ME!" she said as a dollop of azure blue plopped not three feet away.

"You're mundayne aren't you? One of those wizards from the Great Hall?"

"OK, SO WE'RE FAMOUS BUT WHO ARE YOU?"

"mundayne, how did you get so small?"

"I'M NOT SMALL, YOU'RE MASSIVE."

"Think about it mundayne, how did you get so small? How did you get here? And stop shouting!"

"Sorry, well, I...." and mundayne recounted the story of Twink and the 27 and the serf lens and the books and the fuzzles and the cake and the dust motes and the.....blah...blah...blah....until she got back to the big guy.*

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mundayne42
02:37PM
02/25/2003 " *Standing up.... "

..and checking all is ok mundayne looks at the river of colour in front of her as it flows into the massive pot and at the blank canvas she's stood on. Suddenly a massive, and I do mean MASSIVE, brush decends, dips and leaves.

mundayne blinks in the same blank way the fuzzles do when they've just been woken from deep sleep, the where-am-I look, the what-am-I-doing-here look, but then again mundayne wasn't doing those she was doing the OMG-THAT'S-MASSIVE look and then the poo-I-think-we've-had-it blink but as the brush came back and she noticed there was a GIANTLY MASSIVE hand holding the brush she lost it. She didn't get scared and lose it, oh no not mundayne, she got angry and lost it.

"OI! BIG GUY!! YEAH YOU UP THERE!!" she shouted.

"WHAT IS GOING ON? WHO THE CRIKEY FLIP ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU SO BIG?"

A MASSIVE face came closer and peered at mundayne.*

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mundayne42
02:28PM
02/25/2003 " *It indeed looks.... "

...ominous, this ever growing something that is catching all the paint and as it gets closer mundayne relises what it is......it's a....it's a massive, and I do mean massive....pot of paint!! All the paint is flowing into a massive pot of paint!! Crikey!!

mundayne also realises, in this moment of clarity, that as the paint flows in there is nothing but white where the paint no longer touches and it is onto this white that mundayne knows she has to jump in order to stay out of this great pot. Holey moley and double crikey, athletics is definately not one of mundaynes hobbies but it has to be done.

Holding her now only slightly flowing robes above her ankles mundayne trys to will herself to be as light as a feather, you have NO idea how wickedly funny that one is, and float over the edge of the paint...1....2.....3! PLOP!! mundayne lands in a very undignified fashion on the white background.

Feeling a slight movement in her pocket mundayne looks down to see the dust motes bobbing up to see if it's all over....it isn't but it's getting better....she thinks!*

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mundayne42
02:16PM
02/25/2003 " *All night..... "

...if there is such a thing as night here, mundayne has followed the flow of paint, trying to find a path of some kind within the maelstrom of colour. She is tired and needs to rest but there is no where to sit and if there was mundayne is afraid she would become just another part of the colour.

As mundayne walks/flows on the flow seems not to be as strong, it is slowing so as to form small shapes of colour which stand alone of the rest. Here she thinks she sees a yellow shape which is a reminder of lemon drops, there a rainbow tries to form, another shape could be, at the far reaches of her imagination, a cream filled cake, a tea cup, a fuzzy something.....the wizards are working their creative magic, she can feel it reaching into the colours and bending them to their will.

They are strong and must now be working together to find an answer to Twink's quest.

mundayne sees now how the colours flow not randomly but flow to form pieces of a picture, albeit a picture which constantly changes but nevertheless it is beginning to have meaning and form. As the paint slows it becomes much more apparent that is is flowing in a certain direction, towards something, something in the distance seems to be swallowing up the paint and that something is coming closer.*

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twinkle_42
02:09PM
02/25/2003 " Hopes up! "

Putting the magnifying lense into my pocket and tucking the tiny dust mote I had found earlier, in my long golden rimmed sleeves, I carry on with utter curiosity and excitment. A dust mote.. yes, no doupt about it! Mundayne!
The scenery starts to change from the hues of yellow into pale greens. I hear water rushing.. and splashing! A pond is formed before me and I see mountains raising ahead. Beautifull weeping willows gently brush the surface of the pond with the tips of their long leafy brunches. A feeling of complete serenity embraces me and I feel a warmth, the kind I feel when I am amongst my guildmates.. my Home.
"All this, is the work of my guildmates" I whisper to myself and smiling I walk along the edge of the pond admiring the golden fishies!

As I walk, a breeze gentlly pulls my black curles back and looking up i see a weird dancing of colours. Like someone has tossed backets of colour all around. I hear laughter, I see sparks and I cooking pot comes flying at me!
*BAM!*
Laughing, i get my Hopes up and running! Yes indeed, this is quite creative! The bell on top of my Hat sweetly rings once more as I get pulled up by my playfull little Hopes, towards the mixtures of paint in the sky!
T.

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rowentree052101
02:07PM
02/25/2003 " Must Help In Some Way "

Rowen sighs... and sighs again. She can't paint! She's cursed! What will the other wizards do when she starts painting and then hordes of zombies show up at the Guild Hall door? She'll be kicked out for sure then! Stupid Evil Philosophy Professor.. hmmm... what to do, what to do..."I must contribute creativity in some way. If that's what's needed to help Twink..."

Rowun runs outside to the Banyan tree and ducks into her room. She rummages through unpacked boxes of stuff, and finds one marked with funny symbols. She pulls it aside, opens it, and rummages through the contents. "Can of spam...ceramic hummingbird...sparklers...box of boric acid...old pario... AHA!" she sighs with relief -- "Cray-Pas!!! Perfect!!"

With her Cray-Pas tucked under one arm and some sheets of paper under the other, Rowan dashes back to the Guild Hall. She sidles up to the bar, takes out some paper, and begins to draw what she happily recollects whenever she thinks of Twink... her lovely wooly socks!

"I'm going to draw her socks! But not just regular wooly socks!" exclaims Rowen, to the Tarbender and anyone else who will listen. "Special purple wooly socks, with a glowing number 27 on the outside of each ankle. Socks that sparkle and smoke leaving a beautiful, purple, magical wake as she glides across the hall!"

Rowen, her eyes glowing, begins to regale those standing near with a description of her masterpiece, her creation of beauty, her portrait that will shake the earth and bring the steadfast to tears!

And those standing nearby watch in amusement as the first of two stick-figure socks begin to appear on the paper, looking much more like two purple, blurry circles with yellow blobs on the side, than the masterpiece Rowan envisions.

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easydamsel
06:35AM
02/25/2003 " *yawn* "

i awake in a pile of magazines and books...it appears my fuzzles continued research long past i went to sleep, and reorganized my libary. by reorganize i mean toss/stuffle/hang about the teacup.

slogging around slowly as i try to get my wits about me, i slide into my fuzzy bunny slippers and lower the teacup to the great hall.

"mmmm...morning....must get megacaffeinateduberstimulant offe immediately!"
*proceeds to percolate*

i stare into space as i stand before the hearth, trying to get my wizurdly wits about me...
...27...big bang dust...painting sets...

all this running about in the hall has made me hungry...hungry...hungry...

above my head i hear an impish giggle and all of the sudden a dusty, heavy, noisy book drops from the ceiling.

*BAMPH**BOOM**CLATTER***CLANG**DISCHORD**YOWL*

the book is joined by an odd assortment of what appear to be cooking utensils...after i dodge the rain of culinary tools, i look around me at the chaos of cookbooks and supplies at my feet.

offee first, then i'll face this chaos.

love and other cuppas,
e

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vampireteen
06:18PM
02/24/2003 " Re: more dreams? "

"their own special way"
not (theif).
horrible speller i must say i am.

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vampireteen
06:15PM
02/24/2003 " more dreams? "

Once again upon dreaming drempt of grass lands and sun shines and oceans vibrant with color and yet when looking at the sun it had the #27 with in it. It got too weird after that so I decided to wake up.
Still day when the vampireteen woke, so had to put on a forest cloak when deciding to walk around the outer exterior of the guild in order to straighten thoughts.
It becomes later evening and still pondering I decide to go back to my room and snatch up my colored pencils I've had for some time. Just been going though a month of uncreativity till now. Start deciding to put to paper what the dreams have shown.
As many wizards pass still looking and searching and such in theif own special way, I sit and draw my dreams I've had for days.
Louise

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terliss
05:46PM
02/24/2003 " !! "

"We-ell, for me a sure cure for not knowing what to paint or draw, or sculpt, is wanting to make something for or with a friend, Laurie. So mabye I should craft an art, with someone else who is havin' troubles with their paint set." I wistle and abnomel, my lovely yellow fuzzles, comes up to me tugging and growling and shaking my paint set. I scoop both up and give Abnomel a nurzle (he growls louder and attempts to bite my nose{he definitely misses on purpose}). Then I smile a big smile while looking at the canvas Nomel tugged over (without growling, of course), and I run out to the dojo.

I call from the nicely swept walk, "Tru!!! Where are you at??? Would you model some martial moves for me, I'd like to try a still painting that shows movement. What better subject for a movement painting, than a Martial Art, and Artist, with fuzzles of course!! Then we'll both have something to show twinkle when she gets back."

I hear a reply from inside, but can't make it out so I do a couple practice drawing of the fuzzles doing training

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pinkworldplanetp
04:06PM
02/24/2003 " Re: *Through the door.... "

*as the chest opens, a dazzling glow fills the canvas we are within. i(we) pull back shielding my(our)eyes*

yep that looks like hope...a bright hope too. perhaps the last person thru left it here? is it twinkles do you think? we should bring it to her! an artist without hope is a sad thing indeed...

*wrapping it gently in a piece of cloth it put it in the pocket with the party hat*

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pinkworldplanetp
03:42PM
02/24/2003 " Re: *Through the door.... "

well, duvessa dear, i'm going to sit down and enjoy this nice packet of grapefruit slices...you just keep thinking about that poor soul without hope..do you think it might be twink? i'll just sit here on this chest while you ponder...

*both pinks try to sit on the chest and both pinks promptly fall off...*

hmmm, come to think of it, i don't remember seeing a chest here before...it seems to be locked. one moment

*i(we) rummage the pockets and pull out some various items: nail files, wire hangers, hair pins, 6dnails, and a bit of twisted wire*

one of these should open it!

*i(we)fumble a bit, grapefruit forgotten and with a snick of a *click* the chest opens.....

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mundayne42
03:33PM
02/24/2003 " *Through the door.... "

....mundayne saw the painting of P-L, the one where she and pinks had entered, waved and then disappeared. Double poo and crikey, if only mundayne hadn't procrastinated so long maybe she could have caught up with them but time and destiny had brought her where she should have been all along.

As mundayne stepped through the door she pocketed her tiny dust mote friends, if their colour started to run then there maybe nothing left of them so it was better to be safe. The toe of mundayne's shoe began to blend with the bottom of the picture world, it wasn't really a floor as it didn't seem to stay under foot for very long. The whole world oozed and blurred as colours ran into eachother and the top became the bottom and the sides became her robe....strange.

Looking at her handy compass now was of no use at all as the needle ran into the words and they in turn ran into the plastic and then into her hand....icky! mundayne had now to trust to luck, to fate and to the fact that all the paint seemed to be flowing in one direction.....That Way.

mundayne pushed her foot forward and began to slide........well, where would this lead?*

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easydamsel
03:21PM
02/24/2003 " wizurds quarterly "

big bang dust you say?
i know i read something...
um...somewhere...was it "better hovels and gardens"? no, no that's not it..."field and scream"? nope...hmmm..."wizard world weekly"? oh, this blasted filing system!

*magazines start tumbling down from the giant teacup*

easydamsel! easydampsel! maybe it to be in thus erditioning of "playwizurd"?

what?!? wait put that back!

oh but easydampsel, mister octobering issings so much the hunkster! ooooh! lookit how much of his chesters you can see through his rober...

where did you find that!

*furiously blushing easydamsel stashes her reading material and scoots the fuzzle minyuns off to more profitable exploration*

no, really...i um, er...read it for the articles!

love and other little secrets,
e

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laurie1961
02:55PM
02/24/2003 " A painting that fades... "

by any little fade can not be Twinkles Home Painting, can it? Yet then again, it must be. I see another mysterious rainbow like trail just past the corner of the fireplace. Using both lenses, I peer 'round the edge of the brick and to my astonishment see a tiny dust mote bouncing away... suddenly my mind is taken back to the creation of the home painting, I slap my forehead, almost knocking myself out. ::DO-H Odka:: I look around... Nope, not a mundayne in site. Figured as much. It takes less then an instant, and I am at the bar, looking for wizardly assistance. Researchers, we need the origin of ::Big Bang Dust:: It must be archived somewhere. Also, any and every wizard must try and find their creative spirit, no matter what it may be. Yes, yes, I know I'm not making sense. I must search my scrolls and tomes, for if my mind whispers right, time indeed is growing short.

Terliss, lets see what those crayons, pencils and such are trying to tell you...

guardian of the Flame

High Protectoress of OdkaTM

cant clone me, cuz I tradmarked my ---

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mundayne42
02:53PM
02/24/2003 " *This was not easy... "

...trying to remember and trying to do were two completely different things. As mundayne remembered the world that P-L created she got the colours all wrong but she carried on until it began to look almost right.

Then it was right and mundayne began to feel as if this was the path she was meant to take, as the paint found it's way into the shapes it also began to wait for mundayne's orders. The paint was now doing her bidding and she knew what she would do next.

Deep, deep down in the pockets of her robe she carried a pot of magic paint, of green sparkly magic paint given to her by a wizard of great power and fuzz, this was no ordinary pot of paint and she needed it's magic now.

With a quick flourish she rubbed out a number, she rubbed out a shape, she drew in a swirl and threw a great dollop of the paint into the oncoming wave of colour and then she put a number into her shape, one she had never used before, she wrote in the number 27.

The wave of colours twisted and fought the dollop of magic paint, it turned like a tornado trying to throw it out but the magic stuck and as the wave crashed over her number it left the magic paint in it's wake.

Before her lay a door, a door painted with magic paint in a number 27 shape and she opened it.*

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fuzzleminion_42
02:38PM
02/24/2003 " literal-minded "

I was horrified to find my daughter eating out of the sugar bowl,"Don't let me catch you doing that again," I scolded.
My daughter was willing,but dubious, " I'll try Mommy." she told me, "but you walk so quiet sometimes!"

Just going in circles here Stumbles across some dried grapefruit(thanks mundayne42) found these here green sparkly paint maybe these will spruce up your paintings although everyone seems to be doing great.
Anyhew have to go back into real world and get some chores done, Wishes there were some magical formula to do the chores for me(lol)
Tata.
The Fuzz¦

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mundayne42
02:33PM
02/24/2003 " *Taking her... "

...blue pencil out of her pocket, still in there from Christmas, she runs over to where the paint has not yet been filled in and quick as a wink she rubs out the number!

Well, the paint just doesn't know what to do and so leaves the shape empty. mundayne rubs out another number, and then another and soon there is quite a large number of shapes without paint....part two of the plan coming up.

Now, here's the tricky bit, mundayne rubs out the shapes and draws her own shapes. With the numbers she's already committed to memory mundayne begins to write them in. Slowly the paint finds it's way to the shapes and fills them in according to mundaynes numbers! Wow! Create your own destiny.....any colour you want!!

Rubbing out lots of numbers and lots of shapes gives mundayne a rather large canvas, in fact mundayne got so good at rubbing out she found that if she could get to the paint before it dried she could wipe away the colour and rub out that number too. This rather large canvas lay before mundayne and all of a sudden she was lost, what to do now? And then it struck her, maybe, just maybe if she could remember the swirls of colour and the myriad of design in the painting of P-L then maybe she could make the painting here and find P-L and pinks.

That sounded like a plan!*

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mundayne42
02:20PM
02/24/2003 " *The colours.... "

...continue to paint themselves in as mundayne follows the path chosen by the compass, she keeps the needle pointing This Way and hopes she doesn't go wrong.

Somebody must have sent this compass for a reason, one of the wizards probably as they all have a canny knack of knowing exactly what is going on with each other, almost as if they were watching...strange. mundayne continues along her route, dust motes on her shoulder and compass in hand.

Later, down the road, mundayne feels tired and hungry and so finds a small hill to sit on and rummages in her pockets...ah, that'll do nicely. She pulls out a packet of dried grapefruit slices which had been stuck in there goodness knows how long but still remain fresh in their bag. Dried grapefruit slices are great coz they still have a little bit of juice in them so you don't need a drink!

mundayne considers her predicament and feels a bit....well...useless? No, not useless but not quite in control and that is not what she wants so she has an idea.*

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mundayne42
01:45PM
02/24/2003 " *Waking from her sleep... "

...mundayne nudges the dust motes into some sort of life and sits up. Holey moley and double crikey, there's a cup of coffee and a handy compass lying on the ground next to the tree, how odd!

Never one to look the old proverbial gift horse in the mouth mundayne gulps down the coffee and feels instantly better, it's delicious with the famous amaretto biscuits! The dust motes settle on the crumbs and start to absorb little bits into their fluffiness and so motes and mundayne are ready for whatever comes next.

The compass is very handy indeed, as mundayne lifts it the needle begins to spin. When it stops she decides to take the compasses advice for instead of pointing North, East, South and West as compasses usually do and then you make your own mind up which way to go, this compass says, This Way, That Way, T'other Way and Wrong Way , and right now it's pointing This Way so off they go.*

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fuzzleminion_42
12:18PM
02/24/2003 " bizzar dreams "

As I awake from the most bizarr dreams ever, (yawning and stretching)Hmmmmmm I think I spoke to soon about feeling better or I slep wrong, I feel my pain has jumped up a bit.Notices a blue fluffy pillow next to me, I pick it up and a compass falls onto the floor, I sleepaly look at it and notice its pointing toward Twinks painting I see pink clouds forming in it and could swear I saw twink behind the pink cloud. I am very curious of what the 27th importance might be.(mmmumbles to self) could it be that twink is getting married on that day or is it Alombars b-day, getting frustrated and wondering if I 'll be out of pain stupid neck and shoulder(I want a new body) and I hate not knowing what the importance is of the 27th. Need caffiene badly, walks by Terliss & Jubialy, thanks them for the pillow and compass . Off to find a double shot Mocha.
TaTa for now
The Fuzz ¦

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duvessa42
10:58AM
02/24/2003 " Re: LOL! "

Giggling like mad as Pinks pull themselves apart and smear their robings (nice look, wonder if it'll stay?) I too note the ominousness of the scribbled message and decide, perhaps, that whomever has entered here must have once upon a time abandoned hope, and perhaps, it is our duty to get it back to them? Humm..

Turning round and peering at the canvas-representation of the real Hall, I am caught by surprise as an item next to the canvas begins to twinkle in its own way: the calendar..

Being as Duvessian as I am, I can't help but take a closer look as the 27th sparkles away: "A Day of Great Importance", says Twink; perhaps, this 27th is the day that we are meant to bring hope to whomever has abandoned it? *puzzle*

Swishing awkwardly in attempts to get back to the arrow, I slip up backwards, fall merrily, and glance at the painted representation of Twink's painting above the painted fireplace - oh Twink, where are you? I can see you, in this imagery, but you aren't really here?

Just then a BOLT of lightning from within the real-Guild canvas comes sparking out at me - fortunately painted lightning doesn't hurt much - and I realize our Absolut must be on to something.

Gaining confidence from such a discovery I jump upwards, attempt to grab on to Pinks, and take a deep breath. I will not abandon hope, and yet I will enter here!

Following the arrow, I am greeted with a very odd-shaped place, moving itself about at its whim, but there is one motionless piece of painting which hides in the corner Hah! As if it can hide from us! - a, erm, party hat?

Handing this strange device to Pinks so that they might find a pocket for it, I nod, take another look around, and decide it's time to present this token - somehow - to Twink..

the sleuthing duvessa

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terliss
10:24AM
02/24/2003 " Re: results "

Just before giving Fran his hat, I approached the often hurty fuzzleminion, and gave one of my (awesome) pillows, 'cause they made me feel so nice, I thought I'd pass one along. Be comfy, friend!!

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terliss
10:17AM
02/24/2003 " Finally! (Part Two) "

I sigh, talking to the inanimate is only occaisionally effective, even in the guild most things will not respond. I cross my arms and my happy face kind of melts away, I plonk down cross-legged, and murmur "I miss twinks". I lean my elbows on my knees and my chin on my hands, and watch people rush around, being creative and trying to find twinks. As I try to think of what ought to inspire me, what lingering trace of creativity lies in my spirit cries out for action and a goal.

*sigh*

I pull a sketchbook out of a little bag I carry with me (a little bag, but a big sketchbook), and continue practicing techniques and such, without much aim but to improve my skill, for the time when inspiration strikes.

My eyes open wide, and I fumble around and pencil crayons roll across the floor as I fumble for my communictor (which is indeed, now fuzzy enough to nurzle) and page our dear Odka "Laurie, inspiration strikes!! Strikes!!! Like lightning, have you got a spell, or an errant potion, it might help Twinkle!!!"

...and I wait for a reply..

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terliss
10:16AM
02/24/2003 " Finally! (Part one) "

I have transported all of my new pillows to by the fire, where I will recline in true comfort (or rather, my fuzzles will, because they did all the work and I'm busy!)!!

SO, actually I'm in my room under the stairs, with my paint set, nibbling on my lower lip as I contemplate my own blank canvas. I feel trepidation when I contemplate the possible results. It could be a masterpiece, or a horrible failure *sniffles*, but it's so much worse when you want there to be something but there is just nothing at all. I look around my room, and nothing inspires me, I pull a serf lense and (3) magnifying glasses out of my pockets (3?), and a bunch of extra caps. I slap one of the caps on my head (backwards), feeling sad and upset, that nothing strikes a creative note. I close my paint set, putting everything away with respect for the possibilities that they might yet contribute to. I pull out a couple more things from my pockets and put on a happy face {} so that I can go find Fran and give him a new hat that will be interpreted as a hat.

I give that to him and pass by twinkle's painting on my way back to my room
!!
that's not right!! Where, where is all the paint, the colour and life of the brush strokes, they are such lasting things!!

I wave my tasseled wand at the canvas accusingly and say angrily "Don't you know your job canvas! It is to hold on to the paint given you! It must change and age, as must all things, but this is not what is supposed to happen!!!! Do you know what happened canvas?? Or have you lost all your life, will you not ever talk again, without colour to form expression??"

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kelshy
05:51AM
02/24/2003 " ok this was definately a good sign "

Jacko the Phantom Painter gives you a Pink Paint Brush!!!

random event ... ok ok ... learn to paint set and new pink paint brush in hand I shall endeavor to test out my creativity.

this could take a little time!!!

Chris

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truwarrior
09:59PM
02/23/2003 " Re: stumped "

And as you all can see, I'm such a great math major that I thought 42 minus 27 was 25....lol!!...lucky I caught it in time to say I meant 15.

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truwarrior
09:52PM
02/23/2003 " stumped "

Feeling utterly useless to help Twink....I standby the bar and hope the more artistically inclined individuals that are converging on Twink can bring her back to us...I continue to ponder the number 27 over and over in my head...I may as well drink 27 odkas for all the good its doing... or maybe we have to draw 27 different paintings, or maybe 27 of us have to go in after Twink, or maybe we have to subtract 27 from 42 which of course leaves 25 and a whole bunch more numeric considerations.....or maybe I'll just stop babbling like a complete moron...if anybody needs someones butt kicked, say suddenly little evil paintmen or something come to life in the guild...I'll be in the dojo meditating....

a very confused warrior,

Tru

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vampireteen
09:24PM
02/23/2003 " vamp dreams "

Apon day the vampireteen fell to spleep only to dream of "what is this" day, sun shines of the like never seen. Looks.Images switch and change like painting on canvas or pictures in books.
Then the vampire enters a world all unknown, colors vibrant and brite, soothing with sounds of ocean and waves.
Louise wakes only to see Ryan now seeking for what is unknow to me. So i go to ask and only find that she feels another wizard has gone missing. How much can you miss having one days sleep I wonder?
Now being night decide to go walking in the peaceful depth of night. (Dream still disturbing, for the vamp never dreams in such way, and all guilds creativity is on a boost, what could this mean).
Louise

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jade_fighter
07:34PM
02/23/2003 " The Image, Pt. 3 "

Soaking the brush in a light, milky green, jade covers the fish in a transparent wash that leads outward to the edges of the painted land. The fish are now given a pool of water in which to swim and play. Still more of the wash is dragged down the side of a mountain wall, making a vivid waterfall. It empties into the pool only to send ripples lapping out toward the edges.

The image completed, jade rinses her brushes out in water. Then, making a gesture and intoning special words, she passes her fingers lightly over the scene.

Upon the finishing of the spell, the picture seems to take to life. The clouds drift silently across the sky. Soft breezes cause the fronds of the weeping willows to sway to and fro, and the trunks and branches of these trees to bend ever so slightly. The waterfall sends a crashing spray off of rocky spurs, and a fine mist is suspended in the air. The main force of the waterfall, however, plunges downward into the pool of water, churning and frothing the milky green into foam. The ripples of the waterfall make gentle, lapping noises upon breaking the shore. And the goldfish and koi, once void of life, now languidly drift, dip and dive, just barely under the surface of the water. Every now and then a lone fish chooses to leap out of the water, its gleaming body tracing a path through the air, only to dive back into the water with a splash!

All is in harmony. Sighing contentedly, jade smiles, knowing that now Mel will have a place of beauty wherein to rest during her travels.*

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jade_fighter
07:34PM
02/23/2003 " The Image, Pt. 2 "

*On a lower level of the page, near the base of the mountains, jade creates more trees. They seem to converge on a focus point. Keeping the centre of the page clear for the moment, jade moves up, up to the top of the page. There, curling swirls of the brush's fine tip bring into focus billowing clouds. Neither insubstantially light nor ominously heavy, the clouds give the promise of drifting overhead in good time, without dispensing a dreary rain to muddle the scene. Some clouds rise higher than even the tall crags, as if to purposely draw attention to the ethereal rather than the earthly. jade decides to give the picture balance, and refills the brush with a dark green.

With a touch so light, so faint, as not to wake a sleeping baby, the brush coaxes hanging fronds from the once-bare tree branches. Thin and fragile, the leaves of a weeping willow lend weight to the tree trunks. Yet, rooted firmly as they are within the rocky ground of the mountains, the trees bear their load with hints of reserved strength.

The need for the space at the lower middle of the page becomes clear when the brush's tip, refilled with bright red, laps gently at the paper. Full yet tapering strokes suggest goldfish and bright red koi. The gleaming fish hover patiently in the spots where they were made, awaiting the final touches of the work.*

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jade_fighter
07:32PM
02/23/2003 " The Image, Pt 1 "

*Smiling mildly and drying off her drink-soaked face, jade giggles at the Towel's bizzarreness and heads off to the dojo, to create a sacred space.

Beginning with a long roll of bright white paper, jade sets her equipment up with the greatest of care. All must be done in serenity. Kneeling on the floor, she pours from a decanter a small amount of water into several trays. Taking up inkstones of several basic hues, she grinds them into the trays. Once the inks have reached the proper consistency, jade sets aside the water and picks up a fine brush. The brush handle is of bamboo, and the bristles themselves are silky, like the finest horse's hair. Picking up a bit of dark pigment in the brushes hairs, jade sits, poised, the brush resting lightly between her fingers.

With a fluorish, jade's brush caresses the paper. At first, her strokes are decisive, quick and light, describing perhaps the edge of a rocky precipice. Blocky, solid forms edge their way down the sheet, moving gradually inward. Within a score of brushstrokes, the images on the left and right of the page begin to take on the look of mountains or cliffs. Along the lower edge of the page, more land is painted to form a sort of basin or clearing. Pausing briefly to clean and re-fill the brush with ink, jade takes in more deep, calming breaths, then renews her work.

On select ledges, the brush seems to move of its own accord, pulling up trees from the bare earth. With solidly rooted trunks and expansive, hungry branches, the bare trees seem to loom over the centre of the page.*

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fuzzleminion_42
06:46PM
02/23/2003 " results "

Hillooooooo.....

sorry havn't posted in awhile. Finally got the results of my MRI back. THe Doctor sais its called cervical radicolapathy or something like that, kind of like a pinched nerve or herniated disk... Well the good news is my pain level has dropped too 2-3 on the richter scale and I am of the percocet for the last 4 days , so thats good not as dopey as I was before. I might beable to escape surgery too. going to see a specialist on Frid.
Anyhew I saw that my step daughter posted something and heres my reply...Maybe I'm just in a sentimental mood but those flowers and paint sets and charms mean more to me than all the neopoints in neopia so thank you once again for touching my life in many ways.
Always A wizard,
Chelsea so Chelsea how about kickin me a few million(roflmbo)
Well back to that bean bag chair and my blanky, because I ain't no chicken with its head cut off. Besides don't cha love the finger painting I did????? Tata for now..
The Fuzz

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twinkiees_42
03:46PM
02/23/2003 " Filling "

"HEY" WHERE'S THE CREAM FILLING?????

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mundayne42
02:48PM
02/23/2003 " Good night Twink.... "

....wherever you are, there's a dust mote blown by the magic wind of the picture book floating it's way down to you.

mundayne

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mundayne42
02:46PM
02/23/2003 " mundayne dreams..... "

....of colours swirling from the end of a paint brush whirling in space driven by a spell that sparkles and wanders through the time it is travelling as the future becomes a past which has never seen daylight that shines on a young girl who dances across fields that laugh at the oceans which tickle the sand worms dug deep into ground where feet of giants crushed seashells into powder that was blown on the wind which came from the mountains rising high above a village where farms are surrounded by pastures filled with animals that feel the vibrations of the earth as it shifts with the ripples of unseen magic coming from the fingers of wizards made up of bright myriads of colours swirling from the end of a paint brush whirling in space driven by magic that sparkles and wanders.....zzzzzzzzzz*

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mundayne42
02:25PM
02/23/2003 " *mundayne finishes.... "

...the rest of the cake and sandwiches she had popped in her pocket and sips on a can of something she didn't even know she had in her pocket but thinks was left over from the Christmas adventure, probably Apple then. The evening is warm and the leaves never seem to give way to the hard ground beneath and so mundayne puts her head on the floor.....just for a little while.

A dust mote who had come through before her and two who had come through with her settle on her robed arm, they blink and watch as mundayne's eyes begin to close and mundayne begins to dream.*

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mundayne42
02:20PM
02/23/2003 " *Inside the.... "

....book's picture mundayne wanders down a narrow lane that seems to be headed somewhere, as she walks the distance is white but as she nears the white becomes filled with shapes of all kinds and inside each shape there is a number. As mundayne nears each numbered shape it becomes coloured in, each number having a colour and each colour having a number....so this is a magic colouring by numbers book.

mundayne has wandered quite a way and thinks she is headed in the direction of a building shape which was formed on top of a hill shape but she's not sure, all she's sure of is she is tired the afternoon nap has worn off and she needs some rest.

A tree shape has just been coloured in so mundayne goes to take shelter under it's branches. The number 35 is a lovely green which has filled in all the floor-around-the-tree shapes and the numbers 19, 56, 43 and 17 are all different tones of the same green and they are the filling of leaves scattered and piled on the ground under the tree, a soft spot for the night.*

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laurie1961
01:58PM
02/23/2003 " wh00t wh00t! "

From high atop my Mighty Oak I sit crosslegged, deep in meditation, the answer still just a brushstroke out of my minds reach. Without warning, furwitches Hazel and Absolut appear on my shoulder almost sending me backwards off my perch. ::am I ever gonna get use to that?:: Both shake their heads, which are, in fact, their entire bodies at the startled wizard.

Fool so feelish thy recall? Laughter sound about thine hall?
Think hot headed, think think think... what one thing could upset Twink?

Finally the loooonnnng awaited lightning strike ignites the Odka's brain...

THATS IT!

In a flash I'm on the ground and headed for the hall. After picking myself up twice I rethink about the combination of my natural *choke*grace*cough* and long flowing robes for the umpteenth time while watching a bit closer as to where I'm stepping. After what seems like ages I burst inside.

Quote:
Twinkle sits at her desk, her gaze almost piercing the huge white canvas before her

The only thing that can cause our artistic faerie such distress is if she feels she cant create. Wizards we gotta help her!

Out of the corner of my eye I see what almost looks to be a tiny rainbow bouncing down the staircase... Being a keeper of rainbows, I simply must follow it... serf lens in one hand, magnifying glass in the other, I manage to track it right into Jubes... Whats... Ut-ohhhhh...

guardian of the Flame

High Protectoress of OdkaTM

cant clone me, cuz I tradmarked my ---

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jubeialy
12:53PM
02/23/2003 " Twinkles Home Painting... "

While all are caught up in "a way of trying to find twink" ..(or something similar), I get the Feeling that something has gone TERRIBLY WRONG as I do a quick scan My eyes fall upon Something that I thought I would NEVER see in life.

Not even bothering to take the time to Walk across the Guild hall I Teleport myself in front of Twinkles Home Painting and as I stand there, frozen, I see that it has *almost* faded into .. nothing!
*Almost*, because a small swirl of colours remains in the middle, in the Heart of Twinkles Home Painting.
It pulses faintly as if there is a Something stirring it up, giving it Life.

I look around me once more, groups of wizards, creating, having fun..... creating..

Now lets see, Twink is OUT of creativity but on the other hand, all our Wizards seem to be bursting of creativity! There must be someway we can use this as a ..battery recharger for Twink, maybe? Hm!

Creativly Yours~~jubeialy

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themagician79
12:26PM
02/23/2003 " Re: Something is going ..right! "

Jade, I think you're right! We don't quite know what the 27th represents, or why it's so important to Twinkle, but she needs something to inspire her, and I think we should help!

(Meanwhile, my painting is not going as well as I had planned. --Looking at a rather awkward mix of odd shapes and undefined colours which more or less resembles a puddle of mud-- Maybe it's time to go to the next level)

With a swift movement of my wand, the paintbrush and the palette rise from the floor and start floating in front of the canvas. A few well-chosen incantations and they start flying upwards and downwards depositing bright spots of colour in the air, leaving trails of small silver sparks, and making a brilliant sculpture of coloured light, while I direct them like the maestro of an orchestra.

A few other spells and the whole starts humming quite pleasantly; a little song which just barely disturbs the silence of the hall but just inspires you.

Fran! Will you please help me with this? You have quite a talent for scents and colours... well, after you've managed to clean up the rest of the cake.

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hdiv
12:22PM
02/23/2003 " searching... "

I try not to laugh too hard of the situation that Fran got himself into as I notice duvessa's painting, but no duvessa or pink(s) in sight. I search the hall, but I cannot sense their presence.

Suddenly, I feel as if another wizard had left the realm, and searching about, I began to ponder who was missing from the crowd, besides our dear twink, duvessa and pink(s), of course.

In an instant, I realise who was missing- Anne! Where is she? At a close, but safe distance away from duvessa's painting, I search for any sign of Anne, but alas, no sign could be found. What other way did she use to leave the realm?

Of course, there is Jade's idea, and towel did hint that Jade was on the right track.

I contemplate both ideas, seemingly different, but linked in some possible way.

~Ryan

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mundayne42
11:33AM
02/23/2003 " Re: *The fallen book... "

*....is amazing, mundayne reaches out to touch the scene on the page and....CRIKEY!! Her finger goes right into it!!!

mundayne reaches behind her, picks up a dust mote, kisses it and tells it that bravery is a beautiful thing and then drops it ever so gently into the picture and it disappears....wait...no....it's there! It's being wafted by that breeze and for such a tiny moment mundayne thinks she smells wild flowers.

Now, mundayne looks and leans back but as she leans back she still looks through the lens at the picture, the lens makes the picture grow....well it is a magnifying lens. Still it doesn't just seem to be magnified it really does seem to grow. mundayne slowly gets off the chair, she backs away from the picture but still uses the lens, looking at it now it seems almost to fill the entire wall of her room.....she stretches out her hand.....and watches it disappear momentarily and then reappear in the picture, a couple of dust motes, using her arm as a bridge, have made their way into the landscape.

One arm in and one arm out!! Not the way a brave master wizard of BOFH should act now is it? mundayne turns her body towards the picture and eases herself in.....a MASSIVE daisy looks her up and down....AARRGGHH!!! mundayne decides she no longer needs the lens to make things look bigger and puts it away.

Looking around she gasps....WOW!! I'm in a picture!!*

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pinkworldplanetp
11:23AM
02/23/2003 " Re: LOL! "

eep! not my hats! how would i tell myself apart?

*two pinks pull hard and squishily, unceremoniously landing on their respective backsides and sliding a ways. thunking into, not one, not two, but three! compasses (just how lost do you think i(we) am jubes? )

i (we) stand and try to wipe myselfs off, but only succeed in smearing the robes with a vivid collection of colors...lol, that's ok i was getting tired of plain orange anyway

abandon hope? hmm...sounds ominous. all right, is there somewhere i can put it? there doesn’t seem to be a box or anything... if i leave it in my pockets, it wouldn’t be exactly abandoning it now would it? but i don’t want to just leave it here on the ground. it might get dirty...or painted. i wonder, can we get in without abandoning hope? i really wouldn’t want to lose that.

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mundayne42
11:22AM
02/23/2003 " Re: *The fallen book... "

*...is open at a page full of colour, mundayne turns it over to look at the cover....Painting by Numbers it says.....now that's interesting!

mundayne looks at the page which had fallen open when the book landed and sees nothing but a blur and swirl, she has an idea and reaches into her robe pocket pulling out the surf lens, she holds it over the page.

As mundayne looks through the lens the colours begin to gather into patches, the patches then begin to become more focused. mundayne takes the book and sits down at the table.

With the book on the table and the lens in her hand she can now make out the colours as a picture of a place she is not familiar with. The picture is very good, very good indeed, 3D even, it looks as if you could touch the grass of the fields, mundayne wonders if it's one of those hologram things and tilts the books slightly and....oh yes, you can see around the trees.

mundayne studies the picture in more detail and realises that it's changing, ever so slightly the clouds are moving and the trees shift as if pushed by a gentle breeze.*

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mundayne42
11:12AM
02/23/2003 " *The fallen book... "

...waits to be read as the dust motes float around landing on it's pages.

mundayne now sees there is a book on the floor where the magic was blown from and peers down to see just which one it is.*

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duvessa42
11:07AM
02/23/2003 " Re: LOL! "

Attempting to grab Pinks' hands, but that's rather hard to do when your hands are made of paint, I shrug, giggle, and head forth to follow the arrow pointing towards that self-sizing room replication over there. The benefit, it seems, of being in a painting is that you get to make really good time as you swish along the wet floors..!

OOF..

It also seems that it's rather difficult to stop swishing when you reach your destination.. LOL at least this solid object broke my fall, what is it? A magnifying lens? And (*bonk*) a compass lands on my head? Goodness..

Turning to look for Pinks as they, too, swish along the floorings, I hold out my arms and collapse downwards as they swish right into me. Well, at least we stopped moving.. d'ya think we can cast spells in here? It'd be rather nice to float.

Picking up the magnifying lens and compass, I am suddenly paused by the sound of a Twinkish tinkling bell, and I grin knowing we must be on to something.

Looking through the lens out of curiosity I point it towards the self-sizing room we are standing in front of (if you can call it standing). Amazingly, in small almost invisible letters are scribed the words

Abandon hope all ye who enter here

and I can't help but become awfully intrigued.. asI turn to ask Pinks their opinions, I find a hilarious sight~

Erm, Pinks, darlings, ROFL, do you realize your hats are blending into one another?

P-L duvessa

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twinkle_42
10:37AM
02/23/2003 " Something is going ..right! "

...I wander on to a path unknown, I am trying to find an image I don't know
The date is near and my brushes are still clear, time flies by and it leaves me behind
I don't know where I am, this is more like a dream, a blur in my head
Exhausted, I give up, heavily I sit on the ground gazing up at a cloud
Mist seems to sourround me, silence wraps me tight and so I close me eyes...
Emptyness I see, still haunting me.. time again flies by, moking me
And as I sit in silence wrapped in grief, a scent of cream filling strucks me and I stand up in disbelief!
The mist is swirlling in hues of yellow and a sweet scent tickles my nose
Amazed I now stare up at what seems to be a swirl of wonderous colours, a figure seems to be dancing and I smile now as I see that she GLOWS!

What is this I just heard? Is it a tinkle from the bell on top of my Hat?!
Only once, but clear my little bell "spoke". This is a good sign I hope!

I continue on and while I walk, on a magnifying glass I stumble and fall
Picking it up I look through it and I laugh as I see a ..dust mote (?!) enlarged!

Images fill my mind! Where does all this come from?! Excited I continue on...

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dancing_cactus
10:27AM
02/23/2003 " Sunday Morning "

Cactus wanders in wearing a cap and a satisfied smile.

Ahhh I love Sunday mornings!.. Ooohhh lookie a paint set!! Wheeee!!

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mundayne42
06:09AM
02/23/2003 " Re: *mundayne stirs... "

*The pots stand on the rack and drain, mundayne never drys or puts away, maybe after something to drink. "Tarbender! You still there? Coffee please."

Taking her brew to a table mundayne looks at the painting of swirls and colours, notes the fact that P-L, Duvessa, is no where to be seen and wonders where she is now. Hearts and flowers can be seen fading in the direction Fran and D_C have headed and out of the window the mighty oak looks as wise as ever.

Finishing her coffee and feeling sleepy again, mundayne takes herself back to the secret room and flops on her bed, the crisp white quilt softly folds itself around her and she slips into a dreamless sleep.

Dust motes and fuzzles blink and hummmmm, books flip their own pages and search for something they know is there, a small tome of ancient years pushes itself off the self and prepares to be read.*

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mundayne42
06:01AM
02/23/2003 " *mundayne stirs... "

...wondering what that noise is and then realises she was snoring! Wiping the dribble from her chin she wakes and stretches, still in her chair, still in her robes and with the book still on her lap. A dust mote wafts down onto the page in front of her and looks at her. Need breakfast.

Out in the Hall remnants of last nights power plays are still obvious, the smell of magic still in the air and the last few sparks of spells still linger in the rafters and a couple of bottles of odka have rolled into convenient corners. mundayne does a Sunday morning clean-up thingy swish of her hand and the place looks better.

Over at the sink there is some washing up to finish which mundayne likes to do on a Sunday morning, summoning music and bubbles mundayne rolls up her sleeves and gets stuck in. Washing up is good for pondering.......

....Jade was so right about the number 9, the number of completion, the number that ends all cycles but Twink was sure about her number being 27. Further research last night had brought up 27th of April as the birthday of Mr.Morse in 1791 and Woody Woodpecker's dad, Mr.Lantz in 1900...both artists. 27th May 1908, the birthday of Melle also a cartoonist.....what is it with artists and 27?*

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towel_42
01:05AM
02/23/2003 " Re: Thoughts Fly By Like Lightning, As "

TIMBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!

*splashing out of my lovingly lovely lovebassin of Oodka*
*Assuming the "flying squirrel* position*
*get set*
*GO!*
*ME FLIES ACCROSS HALL -WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-*
*ME SPLASHES ON JADES HEAD*
*mmmmmmmm*

"mon petit jade_guerrier, you astonish me wis yur IQism. Vous voule coushe avec mois se soir?"

*sliding off Jades face*
*taking ..The Look*

"Well y'all know I know everything but OF COURSE i won't tell cause, it wouldn't be any fun now, would it? BUT, being a very ..generous, and ..compationate Towel, I will ONLY *serious frown*, say that ..mm.. yeah, ok .. so you might be close Jade warrior"

*catching everyone staring at IT, Towel hurridly with it's universaly known speed of a slug, splashes into it's bassin again*

*BURP*

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vampireteen
12:22AM
02/23/2003 " walking about "

Walking about the halls trying to pass the many people searching for twink, I gaze at the self painting portrait that now features Devessa waving back at us after having went in. So I walk to the fireplace and sit after having missed the giant twinkie, but still seeing parts of it around the guild hall. Still also pondering as many others are whats important about the 27th. Oh well rest now, walk and search again in a while.
Louise

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truwarrior
11:28PM
02/22/2003 " pondering.... "

As I watch in amazement as Duvessa and pinks become animations on the canvas painting, my focus is momentarily interrupted by fran's cake mishap...lol...its always nice to see our nobly born cast magic for the first time in here...better luck next time....looking back at the painting, I ponder thoughts about joining them...hmmmm, better to make a big decision like this with a nice cold glass of odka...tarbender!!...Hey Jade!!...nice to see you back...I see you're pondering over the number 27..could be we may all have to wait for that day to arrive and see what happens then...

Tru

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jade_fighter
08:32PM
02/22/2003 " Thoughts Fly By Like Lightning, As "

*jade inhales a mug of caf and ponders the possible circumstances surrounding Twink's dissappearance.*

Wait a bloody second, isn't Mel's Birthday the 27th of something? Yes, yes it is. Or maybe not? Or she is age 27? No, her bday is 27th August.. And it is only February now. February is only 6 months from August, not enough time for a baby so I doubt that she's pregnant.. argh I cant believe I even thought that just now. But when is VT's Birthday? Maybe..?

27 is the number of a lot of good things.. for one, it is 9*3.. 9 is a square of 3.. 3 is a significant number in many cultures, and 9 is a magical number in many others... 27 is also the cube of 3... that's 3 3s! And 2+7 add up to 9. That's also significant.

Hmm, perhaps she has gone back in time to communicate with Rembrandt! That'd be wizardly indeed!

Perhaps Mel has a work deadline on the 27th, that's fairly possible. Or perhaps she wants to honour Rembrandt by having her artwork completed on that date.

Hmmm.. *accesses the MEM_ARCHIVE's brainwave pattern log* In Mel's last mental communique, she stated that she was searching for an image.. I wonder if that is where she is now, looking for that image. Perhaps it is an image only known from a dream, upon the first pulses of morning, or maybe it is from another dimension, something so bizzarre and outerworldy that to even depict it fully will require the five remaining days til the 27th.

Or perhaps she is subtly asking for our input somehow, by casting out paintbrushes and pallettes and therefore symbollically inviting everyone to paint. Well, between twinkies and codpieces, I think we're describing enough of an image for someone to paint.. odd as it might look once finished.

And then there is this mysterious paint kit in my inbox.. which reminds me that I have not practised my calligraphy as of late. I think I will draw a sacred space for Mel to travel to, should she be lost somewhere.

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jade_fighter
08:17PM
02/22/2003 " Whether Weather. "

In Deutschland, we used British English, and so it is the first system I was used to (other than Deutsch, of course). But I have spent long enough here in the US to know how most of the words "ought" to be spelled in this system. That doesn't keep me from writing the way I like anyway, and whether my professors dock me for my spelling of a lot of words is their own business. Who knows why, over time, American English set apart from British English. I think it has to do with the vast amount of immigrants to the US centuries ago and perhaps difficulties in spelling words. Those misspellings, or simplified words, were incorporated into the vocabulary in place of the originals. Or maybe the US purposely wanted to be different from Britain. As for pronunciation, in different climates around the world, the language tends toward a certain pronunciation.. in the wide, open plains or other long distances, a different emphasis would need to be used than, say, in the smog-crowded people-packed urban environments. In tropical regions, you hear more vowels, and in colder regions, more harsh, guttural consonants. It is because the sounds travel best in those ways in those particular environments.. two good extreme examples are Hawai'ian and Russian.

Okay, I think I'm almost writing a dissertation here! That's enough thought from me! ^_^

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jade_fighter
07:42PM
02/22/2003 " Guess Who's Still Alive? "

*jade storms into the Guild Hall, pausing only briefly to replace the doors behind her. Baring her teeth ferally , she growls:*

So, our Artistic Faery is gone? Rrrgh. I knew it was folly for me to leave on a mountain-training excursion while things seemed so peaceful. Or is this not a Wiznapping, but a disappearance of Twinkle's own choice? I want some information...

*Keying in a special command on her wrist chronometer, jade activates her pet project, the MEM_ARCHIVE. It is a success! The MEM_ARCHIVE is a form of diary that utilises the latest in chronometric technology. The past few days' musings, meddlings and ruminations of all the Guild's magical members are still stored within the various wavelength outputs of the Hall's frame itself. jade scans through the radio, electromagnetic, and aura signatures first, hoping to find a clue she might understand as to the whereabouts of the most beloved Artist twinkle_42.*

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laurie1961
06:45PM
02/22/2003 " Confection extrodianre' "

was that a smile??? Naw, the Odka never smiles, does she? I nod toward a creamcovered Fran and a smirking dancing cactus, and immediately look the other way, seeing him in such sticky straights cracks me up. Looking up from the firey mane of Odka, I once again smile as the legions of fuzzles at this wizards command quickly cleanup his attempt, then glance unsure at their master to see if they can assist him further. ::hope they dont bite:: Finally regaining my composure, I stroll up to our new brother and sister and bow. 'Bravo, an attempt is never a failure, you, new wizard, have inspired me... looking about has done me no good, and I am not known for my patience...

The sound of wizards~fuzzles~minions et al bolting for cover fills the hall as I step away from Fran as not to hurt him with the stray lightning from the tips of my hair.

Looking at the fireplace, I slowly close my eyes. My voice whispers loudly, revealing the urgency I feel toward the mystery at hand, denying the cool exterior I portray. As I begin to speak to the ancients of the land of BOFH, my hair springs into a lifeforce all its own. Now completely surrounded by the electricity of the stormy Odka, I throw my head back my hair almost brushing the floor...

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laurie1961
06:44PM
02/22/2003 " Confection extrodiare' pt dux "

I've waited long enough. Its time to act, Odka style...'

Ancients artistic
let thine methods flow
For something has harried
our Twink dontcha know
It seems we be Twink-less
mayhaps 'Vessa too
I call on thee now and ask
four things plus two...
A two and a seven
What meaning to thee?
Our artistic faerie...
Where could she be?
Our sweet glowing 'Vessa
A brush takes her place...
What meaning hath this
in our time-stricken race?
I've thought bout the paintset
What part did I miss...
I overlooked something,
Important as this?
A dull nagging memory
2 questions remain...
Whats wrong with that painting?
What lurks in my brain?

With that, the storm explodes in a fury of crosswinds, as the Odka is returned to her Mighty Oak... well, now, theres something you dont see every day...

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pinkworldplanetp
04:19PM
02/22/2003 " LOL! "

i awake to find myselves not quite anywhere i know to be...what is going on? it seems sort of watery colored, or maybe an oil?

as a glowing shape forms next to me(us) i nod to myself knowingly...vessa dear? where am i(we)

lol...lookie! i can see the guild hall...a giant twinkie? and a fran with a cap on his..um, no neverminds, cactus set him straight

what else might i have missed? what fun this is.

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mundayne42
03:50PM
02/22/2003 " 27 "

*...mundayne reads on.....27th March 1790 the shoelace was invented....*

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dancing_cactus
03:43PM
02/22/2003 " Re: I'm back "

*watching Fran stride away*

I cant' even dress him up - much less take him anywhere. ... Where's that list?

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fran_san_cisco
03:42PM
02/22/2003 " Re: I'm back "

"Exactly! That's EXACTLY what I've been saying this whole time! This is indubitably a piece of clothing used to cover one's (*cough*) head."

With that, Fran happily tucks the cap back under his belt and wanders off to look at Duvessa's pretty painting.

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dancing_cactus
03:40PM
02/22/2003 " Re: I'm back "

*long low sigh*

No sweetie.. it goes on you head. I really do have to teach you to dress yourself don't I?

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fran_san_cisco
03:38PM
02/22/2003 " Re: I'm back "

"A hat?" Fran looks dubiously downward and cautiously pulls the cap out from his belt. He turns it over and looks at it with a confused look on his face. "But... It's not pointed? How can it be a hat? And it's JUST the right size for a cod-piece!"

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dancing_cactus
03:36PM
02/22/2003 " Re: I'm back "

Um..... Fran.. honey.. dearest.. darling.. love of my life..... *gesturing to Fran's midriff* That's not a codpiece sweetheart, its a hat.

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fran_san_cisco
03:35PM
02/22/2003 " Re: I'm back "

Fran looks up and smiles. "Oh! Darling dearest Dancing! There you are!" He fumbles into his robes and draws forth a serf lens. "Here Darling! I was given this to give to you!"

Then he pulls forth another serf lens and says "See! I got one too! And look! They also gave me this marvelous cod-piece!" He gestures to his mid-regions where the cap is strategically positioned, with the bill of the cap tucked under his belt and holding it in place.

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mundayne42
03:35PM
02/22/2003 " Re: Chickens with their Heads Cut Off... "

*mundayne lifts her head from reading and pushes her hat back, she wonders what on earth is going on out there, thunder sounding sounds and.....MY!! IS THAT DARTH VEDA CASTING SPELLS? A bit more finger flicking and her door to the Hall opens, a dust mote who is pretending to be a book mark hops on the page she was reading and mundayne sniffs...

....OH MY!! CAKE!! Where's Darth Veda? Nowhere to be seen but the Hall is filled with wizards watching Fran and this BIG CAKE.

mundayne bats a few fuzzles away, no competition when it comes to free cake, and takes a great dishful.

"Tarbender! A beverage to go along with this cake please!"

Happy now with provisions to last the next few hours mundayne strides back to her room and books tripping only twice over the hem of her robe but casting glances at the floor....must be a floorboard, Twinks magic is woven into every fibre of all robes and when they say One Size Fits All they mean it.....can't possibly be shrinking can she?*

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dancing_cactus
03:30PM
02/22/2003 " I'm back "

Cactus stumbles in straightening her robes a bit sheepishly.

Very sorry all. I was wrestling with the minor demon 'Migraine'. He won. *sigh* So it was off to the ninth abysal plain of hades again. I have a cot there now though so it's not so bad. Finally got out with the help of the mighty warrior Maxill and the Viking Din.

(skidding on a bit of cream filling)

Oh I see Fran has been baking again. What else did I miss? *read read read read..oohhhh read read*

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princencinderella
03:27PM
02/22/2003 " hmmmmm "

*hobbles into the guild hall and grins sheepishly* I popped my darn knee out again *ouch* it hurt pretty bad when it happened but I'm alright now Just thought I would pop in and take a peek through my serf lens(thanks laurie) to see if I can't help find twinks...No where in the guild hall? Hmm.. I wander outside and see some magnificant loveberries all around... hmm I wonder if this is a clue? *starts to wander off again* Will check back with more clues......
Chelsea

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kelshy
01:17PM
02/22/2003 " Twinkie time "

hahahahahaha

kerplunk ... erm ...what was that that just sort of fell off???

Excellent effort Fran ... perhaps if a birthday cake is ever needed your special talents could be used

lmao
Chris

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fran_san_cisco
12:38PM
02/22/2003 " Re: Chickens with their Heads Cut Off... "

Standing on end in front of Fran is a twelve foot high cylinder, approximately three feet across, made of some yellow cake-like substance. As everyone watches silently, the confection slowly topples toward Fran. It hits the ground with a dull thud, just in front of Fran, and the end ruptures. A thick, sweet, creamy substance splurts out of the end and coats Fran from head to toe.

He clears his throat, wipes some of the gook from his face with a finger, and then sticks it in his mouth. "Mmmm! Cream filling!" Then, with a sheepish look, he says "Oh well. I nobody can fault me for trying."

Finally, he summons forth a horde of Orange Fuzzles, who make short work of the giant confection.

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fran_san_cisco
12:38PM
02/22/2003 " Re: Chickens with their Heads Cut Off... "

-Part 1 of 2-

Fran, after watching the various goings on in the guild hall for some time, decides that he should get involved.

He clears his throat loudly and waits until he has the attention of everybody in the room. (Okay.. he waits until a couple people have at least glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.)

He then raises his arms dramatically, and says in his best James Earl Jones voice "I believe I have a spell which will aid us in resolving this troublig situation. This is a pan-dimensional location and matter transference spell."

With that, he begins chanting loudly and waving his hands in disturbing patterns that the eyes seem to avoid following. By the time he gets to the last stanza of the spell, many eyes in the hall are fixed upon him. He finishes the spell in a deepening voice and with a flourish of the hands almost too fast to see:

Locatus en universalis et transfuratu novatus essencio TWINKiE!

Several wizards gasp as they realize the mistake that Fran has made... Then there is a loud, low rumble, and suddently a strange yellow and white mist begins to form in front of Fran. The mists swirl and separate, becoming white mists swirling within a cylinder of more slowly rotating yellow mists. Then, very slowly, so the one almost doesn't notice it at first, the mists begin slowing, and solidifying. The solidification process gradually, exponentially speeds up, until with a sudden clap of thunder, they are completely solid.

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themagician79
11:19AM
02/22/2003 " Re: Chickens with their Heads Cut Off... "

*Cluck* *Cluck* *Cluck* *Cluck* *Cluck*

Naaah! Just Kidding

Anywho, let's see if I've got all the equiment ready:
Serf lens and Magnifying Glass Check
Thinking Cap Check
Magic Wand Check
Learn to paint set Check

Wait a minute!!!
I think I may be missing a crucial point: "Learn to paint set". Even if this IS a magical paint set, maybe I should brush up on my artistic skills .

I'll just be painting away next to duvessa's brush.

-daniel

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mundayne42
10:11AM
02/22/2003 " Re: Tinglys and New Worldings "

*...oooo, there's a noise outside the door so with the swish of a wizardly finger mundayne has the sign off and the door open. Out she strides, trips over the hem of her robe looses her Hall-cred completely and sees duvessa over by a painting. P-L beckons and mundayne goes over to see what's happening, the painting seems to be alive, it writhes and twists showing a glimpse of another place.

"CRIKEY P-L!!!" Shouts mundayne as duvessa steps into the second swirl on the left....and then she's gone....well, not really, just stood there swirlling a bit herself and waving.

To follow or not to follow? That is the question! Whether it's nobler in the painting to suffer the writhes and twists of outrageous fortune or to take up books against a sea of troubles, and by research end them.

mundayne waved back at P-L but went back to her secret, dusty room to contemplate this.

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jubeialy
09:25AM
02/22/2003 " DARN NEOPESTS!! "

I was only halfway finished with giving out a few items that may come in handy to you in the next few days when NEOPESTS will not allow me access to my Inventory page..

So when neo decides to let me back into my inventory I will finish giving out the items to the rest of the guild

I just didnt want anyone to think that I had forgotten or left anyone out....I will get to everyone momentarily

Givingly Yours~~jubeialy

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jubeialy
09:11AM
02/22/2003 " Chickens with their Heads Cut Off... "

Well Well My Dear Guild Brothers and Sister I see that you guys are rushing around like Chickens with your heads cut off looking for some kind of answers...

All I can tell you right now is...

SOON

Yes Dear Sisters and Brothers you shall have your answers soon..

Mysteriously Yours~~jubeialy

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jubeialy
09:01AM
02/22/2003 " Re: Argh Argh!! "

No Problem Duvessa.....
On top of it..
Gotcha Covered Dear Sister

Deletingly Yours~~jubeialy

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duvessa42
08:41AM
02/22/2003 " Argh Argh!! "

Someone please delete that double-posting.. so so sorry, everyone. *grumble*

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duvessa42
08:39AM
02/22/2003 " Tinglys and New Worldings "

Beginning to feel a shiver run through my entire self I walk over to the brush to see what it is managing to do with its precious time and unlimited creativity. Peering at the painting it is conjuring up, I can't help but stifle a laugh as I see matching Seuss hats being painted on either side of a distinctive yellow glow..

Well.. erm.. Pink(s), you'd best get ready for some paintlike funs..! LOL!

Turning and watching Tru, Ryan, and Anne searching in their own ways for our missing Twink, I beckon 'em over - anyone who'd wish to join in the adventure of paintings is more than welcome..

A strong tingling sensation lets me know that I'm about to enter the world I've (and my given brush has) created, and with a giggle and a wink and an Oh-My-Goodness I feel myself temporarily becoming my new self. Leaving a whirl of sparkly yellows behind in midair, I look into the painted canvas at the real Guild and wave "hullos" to everyone.

This place is.. so strange..

the animated duvessa

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mundayne42
05:19AM
02/22/2003 " mundayne.... "

...also ponders the possibilty of spelling her name right...mundAYNE...mundAYNE....

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mundayne42
05:18AM
02/22/2003 " *Mmmmmm.... "

.....mundyane ums and ahs and turns pages nodding to herself, she looks up this and cross references that, she refers to the index, the appendix and the spleen...uurrgghh, how did that get there!?! She reads up on numbers.....Pythagaros says"..everything is established according to number..."...really? Interesting...

..very interesting... she looks up 27th February and finds a list.....release of Heaertbreak Hotel by Elvis, birth of Constantine the Great, birth of Chelsea Clinton, feast of St. Leander, and...mmmmm....the birth of Rembrandt in 1622.

Mundayne now ponders clues..

...Paint set
...Twink the artist
...27
...important event for a painter
...birthday of Rembrandt

Could any of this be linked with the disappearence of Twink? Or is it all a vast coinky dink?

mundayne strokes the dust motes settling on her lap and watches the grundo prince, leg now mended, playing peek-a-boo with Fluffy and the fuzzles and ponders the world of coinky dink.....*

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mundayne42
04:42AM
02/22/2003 " Reasons for being away... "

...1. It was my daughters birthday and I had to be mom for the day. She had petpet plushies as part of her presant and now I WANT ONE!!!!

...2. Swept through Neopia swiftly but only to do the routine freebies and pick up some more furiture and now garden stuff. My back is killing me from lugging around all those couches and tables but vhao is happily living in the ground floor of the house while building projects are going on around her.

Anne

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mundayne42
04:38AM
02/22/2003 " Puritanical.... "

...where've you been? Are you still studying? Still working at the offy? Still think you can guzzle more than I? still up for universal domination?

All goss totally appreciated!!

mundayne

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mundayne42
04:36AM
02/22/2003 " Only gone a day.... "

...and things are happening!! There's the paint set AND the surf lens....CRIKEY!! Things are afoot and everyone is ahead of me in thei srace to find Twink!! Did she disappear? Did she get lost? Did she get exchanged for puritanical? PURITANICAL!!! You're back!! I've missed you!!

Mmmm.....I've read the posts......27? What will happen on the 27th? Why do I need a paint set?

*mundayne enters her secret room to contemplate and do some research. The door locks and a Do not disturb sign appears on the door. Taking out her masters robes and hat she stands in front of the dusty shelves and runs her finger across the spines of the weighty tomes*

"Ah! That's what I've been looking for!" and she sits down to read one of the weightier tomes The Value of 27 and Important Events.

This could take a while!

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truwarrior
11:38PM
02/21/2003 " Re: calling all Wizards "

As I sit crosslegged in the dojo in deep meditation....my inner senses warn me about three, oops, make that four items coming straight for me....quickly I open my eyes and snatch the airborne items out of the air right before they collide with my head...looking about suspiciously, I examine the Learn to paint set, the baseball cap, and two serf lens now in my lap...thinking to myself that there better be a good explanation for this, I gather up the items and head into the Great Hall.
From one end of the Hall to the other, wizards are unusally busy searching for someone or something...pulling Terliss to the side, I discover what all the hoop la is about..thanking her for the hat, I proceed to the room where Duvessa last saw Twink in her paint vision and begin to use the magical Twinkle searching lens....**whistles**"Oh Twinkle!!...Where art thou, my floppy hat and socks wearing Artistic Faerie?**whistles**Hmmm...maybe I gotta do something with this paint set as well....I look at the paint set with all the confusion and dumb foudedness only a warrior untrained in the arts can muster...(excuse me now, I think I'm gonna have a Homer Simpson moment.....DOH!!

Martial Arts?....Yes!
Arts and Crafts?...Ummmm...No!!

Tru

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hdiv
06:51PM
02/21/2003 " Re: calling all Wizards "

I stare at the learn to paint set, which mysteriously appeared in my lap. I immediately think of twink, and peer in the hall so I could thank her, but she couldn't be seen.

Then I notice the calendar, and on the 27th of February, a message was imprinted in twink's handwriting - "A day of Great Importance!

I look around the hall, and notice a few other Wizards searching for twink. I smile at Laurie and terliss for the cap and serf lens, and start my own search for twink.

~Ryan

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puritanical
02:25PM
02/21/2003 " Re: calling all Wizards "

although im not technically a wizard (ive been here so long they had to put me up to mater ranking) can i help too? even if that means just providing refeshments when needed?

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duvessa42
01:26PM
02/21/2003 " Painting with Lenses! "

Donning my brand-new ballcap which in and of itself begins excitedly to glow (hey, what can I say, it's contagious). I reach for the paint set that has found its way to me and snap the brush up into my hand, serf lens into the other.

Whispering gently with a large Vessian grin, I watch as my own light flows through the lens on to the brush and begins enchanting and somehow not burning the paint itself. It dances and dashes about, painting away on a soft canvas I've laid in front of me, leaving a trail of sparklys and lemony scents. A picture emerges: a faint image of Twink in the background, flitting about frantically in search of something, with the Guild Hall in the foreground, and its folks whispering about "27". An arrow appears, pointing to a self-sizing room over thataway..

I let go the brush and leave it to its own creative mission, while I walk to the Bar and quaff down a Lemon Drop Odka with a wink to our Tarbender and a thank-you. Smiling at Laurie and thanking her, too, for the image of the young Princess, I head back to the proceeding painting and ponder its meaning.

I wonder..

If the brush were to paint a Duvessa, would it allow me to srach the interior of its created world? - better ask it to paint some Pinks too, for no adventure is right without 'em, at least not in my eyes!

The brush pauses, awaiting its instruction. Aw, why not..? Alright, brush, 'Vess away..

About to find myself in a whole new world,

duvessa

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rowentree052101
12:06PM
02/21/2003 " Re: calling all Wizards "

~`~`~
Rowen jumps up and down excitedly, at the thought of the upcoming Adventure. Something banging against her leg, she pauses and reaches into her pocket to pull out... some sort of pretty magnifying lens.
"Oooh! Lookee, lookee everybody!"
She swings the lens about excitedly, narrowly missing hitting Wizardly noggins in her exuberance.
"I got my cap on too!"
~`~`~

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terliss
12:03PM
02/21/2003 " Re: Hmmm... "

I think, maybe we all need some thinking (and searching!) caps!
I pull caps out of my pockets (gotta love these guru robes-lotsa BIIIG pockets), and I hand them out while I did for more. Suddenly I realize I wasn't paying attention and I don't know who I missed giving a cap to, could you mail me and let me know?
*smiles sheepishly*

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terliss
11:39AM
02/21/2003 " Hmmm... "

I pull out a serf lens that had magically appeared in my pocket. I smile and then fish in my pockets for...
A ballcap??
Well... it's not a deerstalker, but it'll do. Time to investigate!!!

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kelshy
11:36AM
02/21/2003 " calling all Wizards "

We need a Twinkle Hunt

She's not at the bar
or in front of the fire
She can't really be far?
maybe stuck in a mire?

We need our Twinks
without her, we'll be lost
It's time methinks
to find 'er at any cost

So grab your hats, robes
and your wizardly stuffs
whatever is takes
too much is not enough

who shall lead our nefarious crew?
to where would Twinks be
what if theres any dragons to slew?
oh please please not me!!

and what of this day of import
is it a clue or red herring
learn to paint? what sort?
does that have any bearing?

So join me wizards
tis time for a mission
(grrr a creative block)
be sure to ask Moms permission

Ready willing and able
Chris

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laurie1961
11:18AM
02/21/2003 " time to discover... "

Hopping off my barrel of a barstool I quickly pull APP aside, accidently causing a minor circuitry surge. *oops* APP is one of the few creatures that do not appreciate the flashing and sparking of the Odka's hair when it begins to come to life. Whirring its protest, it immediately retreats to the lab.

Our local technomancer enhancer must have been waiting for my request, ::he's good:: as APP returns straight away with trays of deciphering items that may help in the unraveling of this mystery...

guardian of the Flame

High Protectoress of OdkaTM

cant clone me, cuz I tradmarked my ---

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laurie1961
10:40AM
02/21/2003 " clarification "

Thanks Ryan... I forget that my manner of speaking may be confusing.

Only members of the Wizardhood of the BOFH *masters, wizards, gurus, apprentices, and nobles* all wizards none the less have paintsets...

There.

Laurie

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terliss
10:14AM
02/21/2003 " Aaagh!!! "

"Wait.

Do we panic yet???" I ask Laurie.

I hold up my paint set and sniffle, "No twinkle, this is a horrible disaster"

"That's it I can't take it, WE are finding twinks! We need a plan of action, Wizards (and possibly Wizettes I heard someone mention a wish for a gender distinct term, but I don't think we need it!)!! Beginning with, has anyone tried her communicator! I can't 'cause my fuzzles lifted mine, and are refusing to give it back until some 'improvements' have been made, I expect it will be fluffy enough for nurzles when I get it back.

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terliss
10:03AM
02/21/2003 " Re: artistic abilities "

You know Kelshy, a lot of people don't realize it, but drawing takes practice...
indecent stickmen O_o
become better with practice. Children have an easier time of learning, because it often doesn't occur to them that practice is work (most of the time it isn't for them, because they don't think about how 'good' their picture is). Think like that for a while, and draw silly stick men with your children, and you might just discover your own talent is just as strong, even though it may be untried.

Elizabeth, and inescapably artistic!
Terliss

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fran_san_cisco
08:37AM
02/21/2003 " Re: Alright, where'd we put Twink? "

The look of confusion on Fran's face clears, and he smiles. "Oh! That makes sense. Kind of like how if you talked about a geek in one context you'd be talking about someone who bites the heads off of chickens, but in another context you'd be talking about half the people here. Well that clears up one mystery of the universe, but still leaves us with the mystery of where Twinkle is!"

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hdiv
07:58AM
02/21/2003 " Re: Alright, where'd we put Twink? "

Quote:
Sitting at the Odka's spot watching dozens of minions, wizards, and one APP wander about ::note only the wizards have paint sets:: our hall

What Laurie meant here is that every person in this guild is a wizard, whether a Nobly Born or a Master. No EFMS or any other creatures of this guild received one. A person is called a Wizard because he/she is a member of the Wizardhood of BOFH.

~Ryan

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fran_san_cisco
06:47AM
02/21/2003 " Re: Alright, where'd we put Twink? "

Fran cautiously puts up his hand and clears his throat... "Ummm... I think even an apprentice or two may have gotten Learn-to-paint Sets... Was that a mistake? Do I need to give this back to someone?"

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princencinderella
12:42AM
02/21/2003 " You guys cease to amaze me with your kindness "

I'm not always active in our wonderful little world not as much as I would like anyway been working at my new job harley which is awesome its just reallllllllyyyyy long days lol and I don't have as much time for my neo but I log in this accound and what do i see? I see gifts from everyone here a reminder that someone was thinking of me *smiles* a heart shaped charm some painting sets, some flowers. I'm truly touched at this I really am... Maybe I'm just in a sentimental mood but those flowers and paint sets and charms mean more to me than all the neopoints in neopia so thank you once again for touching my life in many ways.
Always A wizard,
Chelsea

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kelshy
07:38PM
02/20/2003 " Re: Alright, where'd we put Twink? "

Hey .... am I to expect a promotion!!
I got a paint set and I am not a wizard ... still just a Guru. Heck I can help draw some lopsided stick man if I am a wizard!! ... On second thought this seems to have the aura of "a mostest important day" and a stick man just will not do. No NO no ... just will not do.
Chris
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laurie1961
06:37PM
02/20/2003 " Alright, where'd we put Twink? "

Sitting at the Odka's spot watching dozens of minions, wizards, and one APP wander about ::note only the wizards have paint sets:: our hall, I sip my Odka over Odka with a splash of Odka and contemplate what we've learned...

1. This is pretty good stuff~
2. The 27th is a day of ABSOLUT-ly monsterous importance~
3. I need another one of these~
4. Daniel really is here... DANIEL??? I missed you!!!
5. Maybe have a double-double this time~
6. The artistic faerie has most definately gotten herself into some sort of a pickle for such things to be flying all over the place~

Well... anyone???

guardian of the Flame

High Protectoress of OdkaTM

cant clone me, cuz I tradmarked my ---

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fuzzleminion_42
04:09PM
02/20/2003 " snoring "

As I Toss and turn and snore away....... Dreaming bizzare dreams... mumble mumble muble. I get bonked in the head with someting, slowly turn around yawning and stretching, hmmmmm A Learn to paint set, what the heck, I get out of the comfy bean bag chair that I have been sleeping in for days, can't believe I have slept so long. I'm only good at finger painting... I sure could use some coffee in my system.... staggers over to the bar and ask the tarbender for some strong as he can make it... I even slept through my doctors appt. (ooops) sorry I have been Quite a bore latly. I am going to try and learn to use this paint set that twink bonked me with, unless you were trying to hit some one else with it?
The Fuzz

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themagician79
03:36PM
02/20/2003 " Re: oHHH FRAN ... "

Quote:
Yeah -- that's definitely not the way to go.

OK, I got it, I'm no expert, I just wanted to give a suggestion, that's all .

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rowentree052101
03:13PM
02/20/2003 " Re: Hit with a paintset??? "

~`~
"Hmmmmmm... a Learn-To-Paint Set."

Rowan shuffles off to the Guild Hall to find out where this mysterious gifty came from and why.

She remembers the day that she was cursed by the Evil Philosophy Professor, Dr. Rosenburg, to never be able to paint again. She knew if she did try to paint again, famous dead artists would roll over in their graves, and people didn't seem to like it when that happened.

She stifles a sniffle as she enters the Hall to find out what's going on.
~`~

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fran_san_cisco
03:07PM
02/20/2003 " Re: oHHH FRAN ... "

Yeah -- that's definitely not the way to go. That will cause IE to always load every URL (including every graphic) from the remote server, so it's definitely NOT something you want to do.

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kelshy
02:27PM
02/20/2003 " artistic abilities "

lets see it must run in my genes

oldest son (22) ... artistic? a number of art projects in school received high accolades from instructor ... yeap he has the gene

oldest daughter (20 - sierrakate) similar accolades as to her artistic ability but with her honour roll grades was encouraged in the academic direction

third child (daughter 19) extremely talented if somewhat of the typical moody artiste. numerous awards and a number of art teachers encouraged her to pursue a career in art (please don't ask what she is pursuing right now ) ... so she has the gene as well

10 year old son .... dreams of being a cartoon artist ... he is positive that he can design the next collectible cards fad ... has hundreds of hand drawn swords and characters scattered around his room ... his teacher ruefully concedes that the child apparently can apply himself when the desire is there ... check, he has that elusive creative gene as well

my sweet youngest girl (8) if paint messes are any indication she seems to be following the same general direction ... so it seems that all five of my children are artistic

So WHERE DID IT COME FROM??? Cause I can't draw a decent stick man and poor twinks ... I don't think that I could be much help with no matter how many learn to paint sets I have

Chris

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themagician79
02:18PM
02/20/2003 " Re: oHHH FRAN ... "

Quote:
kelshy: I have all my fave neopet pages saved in a favourites (yeap the correct spelling) but when I have been cruising the site ... it seems that it saves the page as I last saw it. Therefore not refreshed and I don't see the goodies go in the shoppe.

I have a trick that might work: (my copy of MSIE v.6 is in spanish, so forgive me if I mistranslate): look for Tools>Internet Options. In the 'general' tab, look for a group called 'Temporary Internet Files'. In that group there's a button labeled 'Setup' or 'Configuration', and in the dialog box that appears, select "Check if there are more recent versions of the page> each time you visit the page".
However, I expect that if you do that, IE will just do the equivalent of pressing F5 each time, automatically .

Hope it helps!
-Daniel

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fran_san_cisco
02:11PM
02/20/2003 " Re: Hit with a paintset??? "

Fran bops back for a short break from his daily travels to the alternate reality where he spends most of his time, thinking "Why do I inflict that world upon myself? I really should just stay here... it's so much nicer here." While musing the potential ramifications of this, he almost stumbles upon an Orange Fuzzle. After a few quick nurzles, he shoos it off to play with its friends in the Supra-Dimensional Holding Area (Fran thinks that anybody who merely has a junk drawer simply doesn't have enough junk).

That's when he notices what it was playing with: A Learn-to-paint Set.

"Hrmmm," thinks Fran. "I thought I got rid of all that stuff when I left the PaintingPets Guild." Turning it over in his hands, he notices the little white tag with blue text on it: "From Twinkle_42." This arouses his curiousity -- and his caution -- even more. Having learned long ago that even perfectly innocent gifts from other women can mean trouble (usually in the form of lengthy additions to TLOTWMBPFSWMBO), he decides he'd better trek off to Twinkle and figure out just what exactly is going on.

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themagician79
01:54PM
02/20/2003 " Re: Hit with a paintset??? "

Of course! Here I am dusting off my room (which hasn't been used in quite a while) when suddenly what should come through the window but a paintset, and quite a large one at that! I swear, if I hadn't picked up a vial which had fallen off the table, I would have been knocked unconscious.

Either there is a very disgruntled and underpaid artist outsidethe hall, or strange things are afoot. I better go see Twinkle, she'll probably know what to do.

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pinkworldplanetp
12:55PM
02/20/2003 " Re: Hit with a paintset??? "

it seems to raining them...i got hit too.

*pinks follow laurie off to find the artistic faerie...must get to the bottom of this*

i do appologize for not being around much, the real world witch has me in her evil claws...do you think i could paint myself a one way door to the guild with my new paints? i might be happier here in my banyan (and pooka, you could stop searching the want ads for a me )

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laurie1961
12:53PM
02/20/2003 " on a HIGHLY personal note "

The hospital where Mi'lady MaKenzie Lynne was born has a website for their announcements. Its a terrible setup, and takes forever to load, so someone simply borrowed her granddaughters announcement and uploaded it to her oooooooown site...

For those that would like to meet my little rainbow, please copy and paste:

http://netlearner2003.bizland.com/makenzie.jpg

*Side note: She looks so much like Sir Zachary that no one, her MOTHER included could tell which newborn pic was which without peeking at the backs of them*

Laurie

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laurie1961
12:49PM
02/20/2003 " Hit with a paintset??? "

I'm still recouping high atop my Mighty Oak, minding my ooooown business and suddenly a 'learn-to-paint' set smacks right into the Odka Hat...
this can NOT be a good sign
Quickly I shake myself back from wherever I shook myself off to in the first place, tucking the paintset inside my royalblue and silver robes~ I must find Twinkle right away, shes the artistic faerie, not me...
guardian of the Flame

High Protectoress of OdkaTM

cant clone me, cuz I tradmarked my ---

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mundayne42
10:24AM
02/20/2003 " Re: *Yawn* again "

I'm with you on the pans devil thing, I've had the little blighter on all the wheels but never as a random event. I wanted to start with the DoN quest as well but can't, he'll probably attack when I have some furniture in the inventory!!

mundayne

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twinkle_42
09:37AM
02/20/2003 " The beginning of a quest "

In the silence of her chambers, her home-painting, Twinkle sits at her desk, her gaze almost piercing the huge white canvas before her. Frowning and bitting her lip she tries to fight the disturbing emptyness that insists on haunting her Imagination.

"27... It MUST end before the 27th" she whispers but her hand is firmly grasping the paintbrush without moving.

Finally and with utter distress she throws her paintbrush somewhere in a dark corner of the room, stands up still frowning at the empty canvas and takes off for her search of an image..

"..before the 27th.."