Discussion in 'It's Galley's Turn' started by this is not a subaccount, Nov 20, 2015.
I accept mi. -says the mi, gravely. It stays on top of his shoe though-
He cheers up notably, then wilts somewhat.
"Ah. Of course this does not address a very simple problem. How I will escape this realm, ideally with you in tow, my dear. Anyone care to enlighten a poor lost fool as to where the exit of this establishment here lies?"
-the mi tilts it´s head, confused- Mi? -it pops out of existence, then back in- Like this, mi.
He sports a quite handsome frown while he attempts the same feat, alas, without success.
"I fear this is not a method possible for me my dear mi-ing friend. What a tragic turn of events."
He glances around.
"Alas I believe there is something which shall transpire at this point in time."
[Cogwheels downsizes to roughly five feet tall and sits near the swarm of mis, looking absolutely enchanted by them.]
-several mis come over to investigate. One pounces on him and the goes fluffy and jumps straight up in the air at the clang-
-the mi cautiously approaches once again-
Ford considers Schuyler and the mi. "Little one," he says, "you don't even know where this...gentleman...comes from. Although at least I do not fear you will be trapped."
He looks Schuyler squarely in the eye. "Stanford Pines, dimensional traveller, professor of multidimensional paradigm theory, interdimensional physics, interstitial engineering and cryptozoology at Panarcanium Polytechnic University, La Cyr campus, and advisor to the Imperator Tainell Asturien of the Pennarine Imperium. Apparently these animals are natural dimensional travellers, at least in the dreamscape levels. Where is your darling Theresa, and what sort of home do you live in?"
[He laughs and slowly offers a hand for the startled one to sniff-- or climb on, if it so chooses!] Wull hey, cutiefaces, how you doin', huh? Aren't you jus' the cutest li'l bits...
He rests his chin on his hand once more, smiling up at Stanford.
"My name, as I already said, is Simon Schuyler, my current residence being in London, in the empire of her majesty Victoria. I am, in fact an agent of the crown you see, and as such I have a mission to find and bring to justice one Mister Samael Schuyler, whom I also have unfinished business with I would quite like to attend to!"
His voice had risen a miniscule of a fraction, but he interrupts himself, visibly forcing himself to relax.
"My lady wife, I assume, still resides in the rooms above her well-kept and beautifully furnished coffee house, and presumably looks quite stunningly noble and handsome in her mourning attire. You see I have recently quite tragically found my demise at the hands of the fiend called accident. Hence the water dripping, for which I would quite like to apologize. The Thames is quite persistent in clinging to his victims."
Valiska beams at Cogwheels, then liberates another ribbon from the back of her hair and tosses it to the robot.
-A mi stand on it´s hindlegs and braces it´s forepaws on cogwheels hand to sniff at him, then jumps into his hand.-
-The mi is utterly mystefied by this discussion.- Promised mi cream. -It seems to consider this all that needs be said on the matter-
Ford suppresses the urge to roll his eyes and just grins.
"So you're dead! Suddenly a lot of things begin to make sense. I'm afraid you can't take a live kitten--not even a Mi--back with you to the material plane to haunt your wife, Agent Schuyler. You can't hold on to living things like that any more." He shrugs. "You've made a transition it's very difficult to reverse, and I can't imagine that the terms of your employment apply after death. Whoever this other Mr Schuyler is, and whatever relation he is to you, you're no longer obliged to finish your business with him."
Ford thinks for a moment. "Besides...who would name a child Samael? Do you know what that means? That's the name of the angel of evil, the accuser and the destroyer--one of the great demiurges!"
[He catches the ribbon with the hand not currently being investigated, and nods his thanks.
Several other mis now have a wiggly ribbon toy!]
Aw hey there darlin', what's up? Gonna do some 'splorin'a yer own?
new thread, same great taste
[the clown stashes some rainbow melons in the old rave because no one would think to look here]
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