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 Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2004 5:26 pm
Moryera Moryera gasps. This proves it, it has to! She hides behind the veil on her hat and dabs at her eyes with a handkerchief, feeling quite disappointed that a basement such as this has no windows, so no blinds for light to dramatically filter through. Inspector West, I don't know why I didn't figure it out before! I've seen this pie woman at work. She put banana-cream-bombs under our desks and tried to turn the whole class away from the light of the Mods! She has to be punished... *sniffle* cry INSPECTOR WEST?!?!?!?! scream gonk stressed I was the one who cracked the case, dagnabbit!
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2004 6:41 pm
And cracked it well. So, Ruby has stolen a pie. Whatever shall we do with her? Weston eyeballs the "re-education center" as he blows a bubble from his pipe.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2004 10:02 pm
Katane INSPECTOR WEST?!?!?!?! scream gonk stressed I was the one who cracked the case, dagnabbit!
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2004 7:13 am
Among the shadows a silent cackle fills the basement, echoing through the entire room as the color fades from rainbow explosion to a "help I’m trapped in the 7o's" black and white movie. Stepping from the darkened corner, Ruby starts to clap.
"Congratulations. The last racehorse finally crosses the finish line."
In her left hand she holds the prized pie, with more than half of its remains missing. Tossing it to the floor she steps on top of the tin and summons another pie to her hand.
“Foolish Modists, did you truly think you could harm me? Indeed, the power of the pie runs deep in my veins and soon the entire church will succumb to its power. For already Nora has tasted the pie of my baking, and when the time comes she will be under my control. There can be no hope or you, no salvation. You future is… pie.”
Ruby places one hand on the basement wall, and slowly sinks through it to some unknown destination. A single pie is left floating in the room, in it containing a clue as to her next whereabouts:
“Seek the thread of the Saint of Staples,
There you will find the next clue of our saga.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2004 11:36 am
Weston watches in open-mouthed discombobulation as Ruby passes through the wall. Color returns slowly to the room, almost as if it's afraid that the 70s washout is still there.
Oh, MOD. She's gone over to the Crust Side of the Pie. He gnaws thoughtfully on the floating pie as he considers options. Kat, would you ask the Watcher-General for updates on Ruby's position, intentions, and known pie reserves? Have her page me with details. Mory, find the Inquisitor-General, tell him we have a rogue Modist. Follow his directions or, if you can't find him (or he's too busy fighting off hurricanes), come see me and I'll think of something else.
As for me, I'm going shopping. And maybe after Ruby, I haven't decided yet.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2004 2:23 pm
I am declaring a holy war on spam. We must stop all spammers, and punish those who harbor or support them. This means pie.
*cracks her knuckles*
It is time for the inquisition.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2004 6:46 pm
Westonian Mory, find the Inquisitor-General, tell him we have a rogue Modist. Follow his directions or, if you can't find him (or he's too busy fighting off hurricanes), come see me and I'll think of something else. "The i-i-Inquisitor-General?" She looks very frightened at the idea. Although Mory finally managed to overcome most of her shyness around the experienced members of the church, she never quite got over her fear of Inquisitor-General Gendou. Tall, dark, handso---er, intimidating, and around -just- often enough to make people wonder whether he really exists. Come to think of it, where on Gaia will she find him? We can't have an Inquisition with no Inquisitors. By the time Mory figures out where his hideout is, Ruby will already have control of the CoM's thread in-----"AAH! I'll get right on that, but while I'm gone, I think I just saw a redhaired girl with horns in the DYBIM! She might be Ruby, I'm not sure! Someone ought to check it out, right away! Good luck~," Mory cries out as she rushes up the stairs.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2004 8:11 am
Sneaking down the stairs into the basement, Kyoki nervously called into the shadows. "H-hello?" She looked unnerved... Mory had mentioned that someone important down here had said something about questions, and the little kitsune was thoroughly unnerved. "A-anyone home?"
As she looked around she saw her pie, the precious punkin pie, and her eyes widened. It was half eaten and all mangled and she sniffled again. "M-my pie! That was a mod-pie, specially for the mods!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2004 11:01 am
Weston returns to the basement, tired and pie-smeared. Chasing Ruby has gotten him nowhere. Maybe a trap would work better, he thinks. Caught up in his thoughts, he doesn't notice Kyoki Marie until he bumps into her.
Ah! Kyoki! Sorry about the mess, I've been pursuing the pie bandit across the Church. Um. Sorry about the pie. I volunteer the kitchen of the Societa... His voice trails off as he remembers that the Societas Romu is a secret society, and that Kyoki doesn't know about it. ...the basement for your pie-making endeavours. It's not particularly well-stocked at the moment, but we do have plenty of jambalaya.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2004 12:30 pm
Anyone looking for the Watcher-General will find her in her office with a surprisingly large bottle of alcohol. Especially surprising considering the Watcher-General doesn't drink normally and has a very low tolerance for alcohol.
But she's drunk now! heart
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2004 2:17 pm
KijiLinn Anyone looking for the Watcher-General will find her in her office with a surprisingly large bottle of alcohol. Especially surprising considering the Watcher-General doesn't drink normally and has a very low tolerance for alcohol.
But she's drunk now! heart *takes the oportunity to ask Kiji about Ruby's position, intention, and known pie reserves*
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2004 9:37 pm
Katane *takes the oportunity to ask Kiji about Ruby's position, intention, and known pie reserves* Roobie? I knew a Roobie once... she tended to like to stick her nose in my crotch, but that's because she was a dog. Suppose that makes her postion Doggy-style? She giggles and takes another long drink from the bottle, drooping against the side of her desk and giggling again. I'm assuming her intentions were about as honorable as the average dog... but I dunno anything about her pi. Probably the same kinda reservations about pi that most people have... it's a weird, imaginary number, after all.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2004 1:00 am
No one expects the . . . !!!
Eh, nevermind. stare
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2004 10:26 am
Meghan Mitsumi No one expects the . . . !!!Eh, nevermind. stare MEGS! *pouncehuggle* heart
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2004 5:38 pm
Mory drags herself down the basement stairs feeling thoroughly disheartened. (Once again, she looks far too pale and innocent for her surroundings.) The young Modist's search has turned up nothing, and she was going to head straight for whatever Church records she could find. That was before she almost ran headlong into St. Meghan.
Aah! Miss St. Meghan, I'm really sorry about that, and I know I'm not supposed to be down here, but...um...would you happen to know where I could find the Inquis---ACK, I'm not supposed to know that!---um, Mr. Gendou? redface
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