13lastech
A large steel door blocks the entrance to my lair, and upon it are posted this words: BEWARE ALL HOPE, YE WHO ENTER HERE. (GOOD SPELLERS ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT.) The door swings open halfway, its gigantic hinges creaking with the weight. Once inside you hear a clicking noise, a curse, and then clacking. It is hard to wade through the jumble of wires and cables that serve as decor, and as you gingerly step over one sparks shoot up, harmlessly singing. There is a hum of electricity throughout, the massive power (Both magical and mundane) being consumed makes pockets of static rise from the floor in areas. The floor itself is also steel, mch like one would find on the back of a pickup, and dim lighting makes the scene appear to be a mad scientist's lab. Soon you make your way to a large refrigerator. Upon opening it, you can see can upon can of Cherry Coke. Finally, at the end of this hall, the clicking louder than before, I sit, hunched over a keyboard, muttering things about upholding the spelling standard of the guild. My wire-rimmed glasses glint in the pale green light of the monitor, and for a moment I look up from my high-backed leather chair. "Just programming a little, and then debugging," I say calmly. I don headphones and turn on Techno music that drowns out noise from any further conversation. Shaking your head sadly at the kind of life such a person must lead, you close the steel door, lock the heavy bolts, and wander to the ground floor .
yket
Mine is the control centre. Behind me, I have all sorts
of colourful liquids, bubbling away. My rotary evaporator is extracting violet
fumes from a strange opalescent goo that I have isolated from a sample of fairy
dust. I am actually sat in my gold velvet swivel chair. On the glowing desk
in front of my is one of my many computers. My printer is spewing out pages
and pages of heiroglyphics. I feed my army of hamsters extra sunflower seeds
and the finest peanut butter as a reward for keeping everything running so smoothly
and every now and then I stop to oil their wheels with extra virgin olive oil
in order to render their task an easy one and keep things quiet
charmans
I am looking around for a place to call my own, I tried
spending a night curled up in a corner of the hall, but ws kept awake al nite
by people who kept coming in shouting 'Good Morning!!'. apparently they live
on the wrong side of the world and believe it is morning when my clock says
it is night.
I have found a room and have arranged it to my liking.
It is a long narrow room on the second floor - above the guild hall.
There is a window, opposite the door, and beneath it an old table, much scarred
and battered, paired with an equally disreputable looking chair.
On the wall beside the table there is a mirror which seems nearly useless as
it is misted and discoloured with age.
On the opposite side of the room is a crudely made bed, with a colourful handmade
quilt tossed carelessly over it.
A small wooden packing crate holds a few ragtag books, which are falling apart
with age and use, thugh the crate itself is sanded and polished to a lovely
honey colour.
On the table there are a couple of wooden bowls, one of which
is half full of salt, the other empty, a silver goblet, a wooden candelstick
holder with a plain white candle.
In the corner behind the door, leaning against the wall, there are several mysterious
looking sticks cut with notches.
It is a very humble room but it suits me, and it IS fuzzle
free!
cutup0581
Is at the very top of the old oak tree. I have constructed a tree
house with plenty of windows. (the better to keep an eye on those fuzzles and
duckies)
My tree house has a rope elevator that goes right to the top with no stops.
And a trap door that I can roll my desk on top of to keep out marauding bands
of fuzzles. (the duckies don't scare me as much)
There is plenty of room for my ooks and my work and a bed the size of a small
car with lots of pillows and jars of lightning bugs to light my late night reading.
Chairs and tables to entertain my guild friends at and a small wood burning
stove (for the cold nights to come)
el_nerdo
Today, i'll be giving a go at my imagination, and i'll try to make a pictoresque setting]
*putting another log into the dimming fire*
Today has been quite an eggciting day, though many are not eggsactly thrilled
to be named duckies, in fact there seems to have been fowl play involved.
Anywho, i'm drunk (no, not with ale or absolut) with that nasty chemical produced
by the brain that makes you insanely sleepy and your sight blurry, so i think
i'll be heading home now for some sleep.
*Putting on his sandals (included with his ex-guru's robe), el_nerdo hovers
away into the pine forest surrounding the guild. His golden robes are visible
for only an instant, then they turn into a trail of orange-silvery sparkles
that quickly vanishes from sight into the darkness of woods. A faint echo is
heard shortly after, and a "quack, good night everyone" is barely
distinguishable from the sound of burnt wood, a wolf's houl in the distance,
and the silent humming of the moon*.
mundayne
......pushes open the door.....looks around and tiptoes (zzzzz's and dream-mumbles coming out of teacups and from upstairs)over to the bar. Oooooo, pours herself a long, cold, beverage and heads for the library glass in hand (I'll bring it back and wash it later Twink). Pushes the secret panel and heads for the chair.
Mercenary fuzzles rush to greet me, what a day they've had, they've moved on to the Charge of the Light Brigade and now all want Swords of Domar! Demanding duckie is demanding to be fed, quacking in my face.....dip my fingers in the beverage and flick it at him!! Off he goes.....quack, quack.......
I lean back in the chair, take a long drink, boot up.......aahhh....home
at last....
Alombar42
" The rooms - feedback "
So we have a home (hint: I knew it one day ago!). It looks huge (how on earth are we going to fit one large room for everyone in the side of a hill?!).
Twinkle, if everyone has his/her own room, I WANT MY OWN TOO!
Dark blue painted walls, three of them half-covered by libraries,
a bright white roof with no dust to destroy my ooks (a spell like collect-dust-for-easydamsel
or even easydamsel herself would be fine), a huge and heavy wooden door, a small
secret exit somewhere in the floor (will open on my command only and will lead
to the oak tree outside), a large desk (wooden and heavy too) filled with whatever
scrolls are available each time (and a few cigars please).
Hmmm, I need more, but I wonder if it would fit in a... normal room.
That's what I need: a self-resizing room!!
When I need more space (something that occurs often in my real life), it will
simply resize itself to fit me
Please?!
Adding something more to my room's (hopefully) design, I also
need an airconditioning system (a modern one, of large capacity etc), a ventilation
system (a large window would be fine, but I would also appreciate something
futuristic) and of course an alarm/security system (make it a Satellite one
although a spell of mine could probably do the job).
Enough for now, time to sleep here!
Good night/day/afternoon/evening everyone
twinkle_42
" I found my Home ... "
Twink walks gracefully into the Hall carrying a huge
framed painting with her. Her fingertips are rainbow colored,her robes are half
splashed into paint and her flopsy white woolen socks, 5 inches off her feet,
gently shine the wooden floor while she enters.
Her hat has almost covered her eyes and its ..still wavy rim embrasses her cheeks
with each footstep.
*stops*
*robe fluttering hushes*
*paint leaks from the top of her hat to her nose*
*looks around for a suitable host for her painting*
Ah! there it is!
and she hops (hands up - painting over her head)
towards the wall in between the fireplace and mundaynes Ookcase.
With an amazing ease and as if suddently time slowed down,
she gently threw the painting on the air towards the wall, just like a mother
throws her child up on the air.
The painting mysteriously hold on to the wall, finding its place perfectly,
making Twink shine with content.
*supernova glittering SMILE - a generous offer by Colgate Whitening Paste*
Still looking at it adoringly, she humbly sais:
"THAT is what I will call my home!"
She raises her hands and silver blue dust covers her.
A glowing blue whirl appears before the painting.. or is it IN the painting?..
Slowly she bends her knees and leaps forward and in everyones amazement, she
gradually desapears within it the whirl, leaving a trail of silver blue dust
behind her.
*shouts from within:*
"uuum, yket! I found out what the bigbang dust does!!!.."
*twinklish giggle heard throughout the Hall*