*carries a set of scientific detection/recording instruments up to the roof and sets them to running* Yes, the disturbance is uncomfortably close to the workshop.
Mumsy Abigail
April 18, 2013
Mumsy sat seething by the fire in Ruthorford House, talking to herself over her knitting.
“That girl…she’s trying to kill me! You have plenty of money now, she said. Get a place of your own, Mumsy, she said. Maybe you’ll be happier near your old neighborhood, she said….”
Petra Flax
April 18, 2013
Petra sat on a rusty metal drum in the old Gut junkyard, a notepad in her lap. Malus had been demanding she work on math problems while they were away in Falun… naturally she had mocked him, kicked his kneecap, and claimed math was only useful for people with heads shaped like bowling pins… but since she had been back the desire to work on problems had been profound.
This night, as she sat down to work on problems, one of his warnings had echoed in her ears: Just remember, whatever you do… never attempt to divide by zero.
Dumb. A dumb suggestion from a dumb guy.
Zero, she scoffed.
Petra scribbled the problem out, but the moment her pencil finished drawing out the large round zero, a strangely loud sucking sound emenated from the sky behind her. She turned, eyes wide, and stared into what looked like a huge hole in the sky.
“Jeezum crow!” she cried out, jumping from the old drum. “The Squire wasn’t fulla crud!”
She leapt over the old wooden fence and hightailed it out of there as fast as her boots would take her.
Perhaps she would sleep in that room under the Gangplank tonight.
Bookworm Hienrichs
April 18, 2013
Behold the power of MATH! *laugh*
Zaros Xue
April 18, 2013
A light began to flash on the control pannel, just a small one. But it was bright and red enough to rouse the attention of a furniture moving Cabbit. Perplexed she scratched her head, poking and pordding various controls of her ship, suddenly a jolt as she began heading directly toward New Babbage. Something was happening, again. And it was about to cut her ‘quick holiday’ short.
Dee Wells
April 18, 2013
I’ve always been intrigued by the unique climate in The Gut. Such odd phenomena there. I sometimes think the name is appropriate–after all, this looks like indigestion…
uh….oh……
*carries a set of scientific detection/recording instruments up to the roof and sets them to running* Yes, the disturbance is uncomfortably close to the workshop.
Mumsy sat seething by the fire in Ruthorford House, talking to herself over her knitting.
“That girl…she’s trying to kill me! You have plenty of money now, she said. Get a place of your own, Mumsy, she said. Maybe you’ll be happier near your old neighborhood, she said….”
Petra sat on a rusty metal drum in the old Gut junkyard, a notepad in her lap. Malus had been demanding she work on math problems while they were away in Falun… naturally she had mocked him, kicked his kneecap, and claimed math was only useful for people with heads shaped like bowling pins… but since she had been back the desire to work on problems had been profound.
This night, as she sat down to work on problems, one of his warnings had echoed in her ears: Just remember, whatever you do… never attempt to divide by zero.
Dumb. A dumb suggestion from a dumb guy.
Zero, she scoffed.
Petra scribbled the problem out, but the moment her pencil finished drawing out the large round zero, a strangely loud sucking sound emenated from the sky behind her. She turned, eyes wide, and stared into what looked like a huge hole in the sky.
“Jeezum crow!” she cried out, jumping from the old drum. “The Squire wasn’t fulla crud!”
She leapt over the old wooden fence and hightailed it out of there as fast as her boots would take her.
Perhaps she would sleep in that room under the Gangplank tonight.
Behold the power of MATH! *laugh*
A light began to flash on the control pannel, just a small one. But it was bright and red enough to rouse the attention of a furniture moving Cabbit. Perplexed she scratched her head, poking and pordding various controls of her ship, suddenly a jolt as she began heading directly toward New Babbage. Something was happening, again. And it was about to cut her ‘quick holiday’ short.
I’ve always been intrigued by the unique climate in The Gut. Such odd phenomena there. I sometimes think the name is appropriate–after all, this looks like indigestion…
Dang.