Quaestor Shups reporting in for House Aleema of Satal Keto
November 22, 2002 Report #10-11 Combined
Fiction:
A Bone to Pick
Normally, after I come home from work late at night, my two-hundred-pound Golden Retriever, named Dallas, greets me with great enthusiasm. He gyrates back and forth, wags his tail furiously, and whines in sheer joy for a good five minutes all the while circling around me and bumping into me. I reward his ridiculous behavior with many pats on the head and a bit of rough housing. He usually carries around his "Booda", a stuffed animal chew toy that resembles a shaggy hedgehog.
I arrived home the other night to find my wife's vehicle gone. Already she had left for work and that made me smile. Things were going well. I exited my car and looked at the house. Darkness loomed from each window. The kids are in bed as well! It was going to be an outstanding night I could tell. After fumbling around in the dark with the key and lock on the door, I opened it and turned on a light and immediately saw that something was wrong.
Dallas was sitting in the middle of the living room floor. I was worried.
"What's the matter with you?" I asked.
"I have a few matters to discuss with you," he said in a deep, grating voice.
I was astonished. It was inconceivable! He was wearing one of my Dallas Cowboy football team handkerchiefs that I normally wear on my head. He had it tied around his neck. I could barely find my voice, but when I did the tone was not pleasant.
"What are you doing wearing that?" I took my coat off and hung it up. Then I walked over to take it from him. He growled at me!
"I want you to look at something," he said and got up and turned around and headed into the kitchen. The nerve, I thought. I flicked the kitchen light switch. He was standing by the back door.
"Open this please," he requested.
"Why?" I was impatient now but the sight of the refrigerator cooled my anger. I opened it up and grabbed a beer.
"Alright be difficult then. Look out the window at the backyard," he said and sat by the door. I turned the porch light on and looked out. Same old back yard. Snowing and leaves everywhere.
"What am I looking for?"
"That's the same yard you never take me out to play in," he said sounding sad.
"Oh for crying out loud dog! You have four children in this house to play with. Now give me my kerchief!" He scampered off too quickly for me and ran behind the dining room table.
"No, no, no," I said taking a drink. "I am heading up to the shower, I am not gonna chase ya now."
I headed upstairs and closed the bathroom door behind me. I sat down on the only throne I would ever probably sit on and grabbed a recent copy of my favorite gaming magazine. Then I heard his voice from outside the door.
"I know you're in there " he mewled.
"Can't a man get some privacy in his own bathroom?" I shouted. I threw down the magazine and got into the shower. He still kept talking out there so I started singing. Loudly, so I couldn't here him. I finished up and dried off. I wrapped the towel around me and opened the door timidly. No sign of him. I crept into my bedroom and hit the light. And there he was on my bed still wearing my kerchief.
"Next issue," he began. I rolled my eyes and started to get dressed in my night attire: shorts, socks, sweatshirt. I like comfort. He continued, "I have no girlfriend. You always say I should get one."
"Well it's not natural to do that that thing you do to a pillow. It's weird."
"The only way I can explain it is to compare it to you humans laughing. Can you help it?"
"Hrmm, sometimes I guess. The really funny stuff I guess not. But okay I see your point," I looked around for my beer. "What'd I do with my beer?"
"Left it in the bathroom. Now about my girlfriend "
"Oh for Pete's sake, I'll look into it tomorrow okay?"
"You'd better. I am keeping this kerchief until I meet her. And not some ugly bitch either."
I grabbed my beer and shook my head. I never really wanted a dog.
Way too much work. Way too much.
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TET Reports
Angels of Death: Yes, listed on DB website
Spirits of the Night: Yes, in the nick of time.
Current Competitions
Murder Mystery League 2
Currently Aleema ranks 3rd so far. The next round is out and I need to send the answer in by next Friday. Thus, I need your "whodunit" answer by Thursday night. Our scenario is #2 and the link is: http://members.optushome.com.au/cjwescott/mml2/index.htm
As of tonight the link was down. I mailed the DGM about it.
Comp #3
Master/Student Competition III (MSC 3):
http://www25.brinkster.com/muertevip/msc/iii/
Aleema is doing well in this. Still waiting on the next round to start.
Satal Keto Teams (Team Name/Master/Student):
AE/Deus Excelsior/Minerva Sanchez Villa-Lobos
Palpatine's Hope/Shups/Page Meridian
Epoch/Daavak Tronsta Cantor/Maradis Jenkar
Executors/Orso/Dalthid
Birds of Prey/Darhawk/Vessicant
Krath Monthly Topics
Fiction: Ray of Light
Format: .doc, .txt, .rtf
Due by: 11.59pm, 30th November
Poetry: Honour
Format: .doc, .txt, .rtf
Due by: 11.59pm, 30th November
Genre: Any - you choose!
Run-on: An old city has been discovered in a desert of a remote planet. A team from your House is sent there to investigate it, but whilst they are there a member of the team is murdered/dies in suspicious circumstances. There is a possibility that this has been carried out by infiltration by rival Houses/Clans. Investigate the death, ever mindful of the dangers you face on a possibly hostile world.
Format: .doc, zipped; QUA/AED of House should submit
Due by: 11.59pm, 30th November
Rules: As determined by Quaestor or Aedile - submissions should be zipped in a Word document before submission however.
Quaestor's Lounge
I think we need some more help in the MML2 peeps! :P
Misc.:
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That's it the "old man" is spent again
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