Had he payed closer attention, he'd seen that he'd missed his turn. As it was, he was noticing a creeping unfamiliarity on the dirt road. Suddenly, Lolimon brought his motorcycle to a stop and peered into a clump of bushes in a deep ditch at the side of the road. Among the bushes was a car wrapped around a tree, the skeletal remains of a deer lay on its hood and through its windshield. The car was a total wreck, a mass of tangled junk with plants growing closely around and inside of it. Lolimon made his way down the culvert, his heart pounding. A closer look into the car and in the immediate vicinity proved that there was no victim around. He concluded that, seeing as it had obviously happened some time ago, the driver had survived. He was completely puzzled by the whole affair. Since his assistance was not needed at the spot, he climbed out of the culvert and back onto his motorcycle. Before long he was in sight of the Hotel Legoith, a rambling Victorian era mansion-made-hotel with an elegant green house in the rear of the property. Driving up the lane and through the car park Lolimon soon parked his motorbike unloaded his suitcase, entered the solid wood front doors and presently stood at the check in, where he was checked in by a pleasant employee. What appeared to be her twin sister took his bag up to his suit at his bidding and after expressing his feeling a bit peckish, was directed by a third identical young woman to the café. Out the café window, Lolimon noted that nearly all the guests were enjoying what appeared to be a poolside brunch. This, however -and as he would soon come to find out after ordering his own brunch of pancakes and coffee-, was far from the case…
OOC: Indeed soon enough, he may lose his appetite….
OOC: Also, for my segments as much as possible try to imagine Jim Dale narrating them.
Or at least he lost his coffee. Lolimon was content to finish his breakfast and read a few articles in a local news column dated 1862. it was an interesting read, first an amusing article about an fish with two heads and what it implied about the accuracy of that years alminac, and another, much longer article about a curse which peaked the young man's interest. but his the paper, and his second cup of joe would have to wait as hs curiosity got the better of him. As soon as he left the sliding door out to the pool area, the Manager slid in his seat, took up a magazine and drank the rest of his coffee.
The hotel crowed was less jovial than he'd imagined a brunch crowd would be, and cutting through to the front, he soon saw why. The hotel goers were being shoed away by the staff as some staff in 50's nurses uniforms carry a woman's body off the scene. Catching a quick glimps of the victim, he knew it was no accident.
The facts were these: Mrs. Tottington, aged 43 years 7 months 3 days 5 hours and 33 minutes old, had decided to go down to the pool for a theropudic swim to help ease the pain of her early-onset arthritis. After her swim she sat in one of the poolside chairs to relax and dry off when a mysterious minifigure tragically impaled her and like the psychopath they are -whoever they are- left a poorly written but nonetheless threatening note. Less than tragic, however, was the smasher's mistakenly leaving a marshmallow at the scene of the crime.
[CONt.]
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Lolimon noticed two young ladies in particular giving the hotel staff some trouble. "Please ladies, we ask that you leave the scene for the last time, any more resistance will warrant a call to the police to escort you out." Three employees said in erie unison. The two young ladies looked as if they were about to show the three Staff members what exactly resistance was, but Lolimon quickly interceeded in lieu of loosing two possible allies in this case. "There you are," He began, shoulder hugging both as though they knew each other since grade school, "Getting ourselves in more trouble I see." he looked to the Jay clones, beaming his signature smile he'd had to wear at so many dinner parties growing up in a wealthier home. "Don't mind my... Sisters, they've been in and out of trouble since they were dibbuns! Mother always told them curiosity smashed the cat, and boy did we lose a lot of cats if you know what I'm saying." The 'head' jay clone was scepticle. "These two young ladies signed in at different times under different names, sir. How are they your sisters?" "How does the whole staff here look as good as you?" All three blushed and giggled some. "As I say, these two trouble makers are Pippinpaddleopsicopolis right to the very end. Did you say they'd alreadt registered? Small rooms, I take it. Something discrete?" The flustered clone nodded."Well, I'll have none of it! No relative of mine can be boarded up like that. Get them the suit across from mine." "The honeymoon suit, sir?" Lolimon leaned in, slipping each Jay clone six fifties. "money, my dear ladies, is no object." "Are you bribing us?" "Think of it as a tip." He winked. As the Jay clones rushed off to move the two girls things to the Honeymoon suit, Lolimon sighed in relief. "Phew! That was a close one. I'm Lolimon by the way, Lolimon Pippinpaddleopsicopolis, what're your names?"
@everyone: How bout this. We will give her until Monday to come back or respond. If she doesn't, then you all may resume play in the current game and I will simply attempt to take her place with no notes. Is that agreeable to everyone? It may be a little rough…
I'm willing to give that a shot. Still. . . you sure you can do this, Essa? Is there anyway some/one of us could help?
"... OnE oF uS..."XD
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Lolimon noticed two young ladies in particular giving the hotel staff some trouble. "Please ladies, we ask that you leave the scene for the last time, any more resistance will warrant a call to the police to escort you out." Three employees said in erie unison. The two young ladies looked as if they were about to show the three Staff members what exactly resistance was, but Lolimon quickly interceeded in lieu of loosing two possible allies in this case. "There you are," He began, shoulder hugging both as though they knew each other since grade school, "Getting ourselves in more trouble I see." he looked to the Jay clones, beaming his signature smile he'd had to wear at so many dinner parties growing up in a wealthier home. "Don't mind my... Sisters, they've been in and out of trouble since they were dibbuns! Mother always told them curiosity smashed the cat, and boy did we lose a lot of cats if you know what I'm saying." The 'head' jay clone was scepticle. "These two young ladies signed in at different times under different names, sir. How are they your sisters?" "How does the whole staff here look as good as you?" All three blushed and giggled some. "As I say, these two trouble makers are Pippinpaddleopsicopolis right to the very end. Did you say they'd alreadt registered? Small rooms, I take it. Something discrete?" The flustered clone nodded."Well, I'll have none of it! No relative of mine can be boarded up like that. Get them the suit across from mine." "The honeymoon suit, sir?" Lolimon leaned in, slipping each Jay clone six fifties. "money, my dear ladies, is no object." "Are you bribing us?" "Think of it as a tip." He winked. As the Jay clones rushed off to move the two girls things to the Honeymoon suit, Lolimon sighed in relief. "Phew! That was a close one. I'm Lolimon by the way, Lolimon Pippinpaddleopsicopolis, what're your names?"
Tigress stares at the intervening stranger with some bewilderment, as well as a sharp note of suspicion. In her experience, typically young men didn't act upon chivalry toward young ladies for nothing. Still, she remembers enough manners to grant a wary smile smile and reply. "Nice to meet you. . . Lolimon. I'm Tigress."
OOC: Indeed soon enough, he may lose his appetite….
OOC: Also, for my segments as much as possible try to imagine Jim Dale narrating them.
Or at least he lost his coffee. Lolimon was content to finish his breakfast and read a few articles in a local news column dated 1862. it was an interesting read, first an amusing article about an fish with two heads and what it implied about the accuracy of that years alminac, and another, much longer article about a curse which peaked the young man's interest. but his the paper, and his second cup of joe would have to wait as his curiosity got the better of him. As soon as he left the sliding door out to the pool area, the Manager slid in his seat, took up a magazine and drank the rest of his coffee.
The hotel crowd was less jovial than he'd imagined a brunch crowd would be, and cutting through to the front, he soon saw why. The hotel goers were being shoed away by the staff as some staff in 50's nurses uniforms carry a woman's body off the scene. Catching a quick glimps of the victim, he knew it was no accident.
The facts were these: Mrs. Tottington, aged 43 years 7 months 3 days 5 hours and 33 minutes old, had decided to go down to the pool for a therapeutic swim to help ease the pain of her early-onset arthritis. After her swim she sat in one of the poolside chairs to relax and dry off when a mysterious minifigure tragically impaled her and like the psychopath they are -whoever they are- left a poorly written but nonetheless threatening note. Less than tragic, however, was the smasher's mistakenly leaving a marshmallow at the scene of the crime.
[CONt.]
OOC: I'm afraid to say I don't even know who that is or might be. XD
Lolimon noticed two young ladies in particular giving the hotel staff some trouble. "Please ladies, we ask that you leave the scene for the last time, any more resistance will warrant a call to the police to escort you out." Three employees said in erie unison. The two young ladies looked as if they were about to show the three Staff members what exactly resistance was, but Lolimon quickly interceeded in lieu of loosing two possible allies in this case. "There you are," He began, shoulder hugging both as though they knew each other since grade school, "Getting ourselves in more trouble I see." he looked to the Jay clones, beaming his signature smile he'd had to wear at so many dinner parties growing up in a wealthier home. "Don't mind my... Sisters, they've been in and out of trouble since they were dibbuns! Mother always told them curiosity smashed the cat, and boy did we lose a lot of cats if you know what I'm saying." The 'head' jay clone was scepticle. "These two young ladies signed in at different times under different names, sir. How are they your sisters?" "How does the whole staff here look as good as you?" All three blushed and giggled some. "As I say, these two trouble makers are Pippinpaddleopsicopolis right to the very end. Did you say they'd alreadt registered? Small rooms, I take it. Something discrete?" The flustered clone nodded."Well, I'll have none of it! No relative of mine can be boarded up like that. Get them the suit across from mine." "The honeymoon suit, sir?" Lolimon leaned in, slipping each Jay clone six fifties. "money, my dear ladies, is no object." "Are you bribing us?" "Think of it as a tip." He winked. As the Jay clones rushed off to move the two girls things to the Honeymoon suit, Lolimon sighed in relief. "Phew! That was a close one. I'm Lolimon by the way, Lolimon Pippinpaddleopsicopolis, what're your names?"
Tigress stares at the intervening stranger with some bewilderment, as well as a sharp note of suspicion. In her experience, typically young men didn't act upon chivalry toward young ladies for nothing. Still, she remembers enough manners to grant a wary smile smile and reply. "Nice to meet you. . . Lolimon. I'm Tigress."
OOC: Ohmygasp Tigress, I hadn't even thought of that! Though it wuld explain why the girls I meet act the way they do, they're suspicious... Which doesn't at all make sense, I know rocks more attractive than yours truely.@bold: But still, it apparently wasn't just any sort of smile. [ lenny ]
IC: Having attended as many social events as he had in his younger years, Lolimon could read people better than most other men his age. He both recognized and sympathized with the wariness in Tigress' smile. In his experience, young women had never quite been able to respond to his innate quixoticism and energy, thinking it flirtatous even though that was entirely not the case. All his life, be it living a Kingston or a Pippinpaddleopsicopolis he had been taught that everyone deserved his utmost respect until they prove otherwise. He, however, took this to a romantisized extreme and often had to be reminded that the staff were payed to do the chores he'd be caught doing for them.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
OOC: Also, for my segments as much as possible try to imagine Jim Dale narrating them.
Or at least he lost his coffee. Lolimon was content to finish his breakfast and read a few articles in a local news column dated 1862. it was an interesting read, first an amusing article about an fish with two heads and what it implied about the accuracy of that years alminac, and another, much longer article about a curse which peaked the young man's interest. but his the paper, and his second cup of joe would have to wait as his curiosity got the better of him. As soon as he left the sliding door out to the pool area, the Manager slid in his seat, took up a magazine and drank the rest of his coffee.
The hotel crowd was less jovial than he'd imagined a brunch crowd would be, and cutting through to the front, he soon saw why. The hotel goers were being shoed away by the staff as some staff in 50's nurses uniforms carry a woman's body off the scene. Catching a quick glimps of the victim, he knew it was no accident.
The facts were these: Mrs. Tottington, aged 43 years 7 months 3 days 5 hours and 33 minutes old, had decided to go down to the pool for a therapeutic swim to help ease the pain of her early-onset arthritis. After her swim she sat in one of the poolside chairs to relax and dry off when a mysterious minifigure tragically impaled her and like the psychopath they are -whoever they are- left a poorly written but nonetheless threatening note. Less than tragic, however, was the smasher's mistakenly leaving a marshmallow at the scene of the crime.
[CONt.]
OOC: I'm afraid to say I don't even know who that is or might be. XD
OOC: He narrated the Harry Potter audio books.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Lolimon noticed two young ladies in particular giving the hotel staff some trouble. "Please ladies, we ask that you leave the scene for the last time, any more resistance will warrant a call to the police to escort you out." Three employees said in erie unison. The two young ladies looked as if they were about to show the three Staff members what exactly resistance was, but Lolimon quickly interceeded in lieu of loosing two possible allies in this case. "There you are," He began, shoulder hugging both as though they knew each other since grade school, "Getting ourselves in more trouble I see." he looked to the Jay clones, beaming his signature smile he'd had to wear at so many dinner parties growing up in a wealthier home. "Don't mind my... Sisters, they've been in and out of trouble since they were dibbuns! Mother always told them curiosity smashed the cat, and boy did we lose a lot of cats if you know what I'm saying." The 'head' jay clone was scepticle. "These two young ladies signed in at different times under different names, sir. How are they your sisters?" "How does the whole staff here look as good as you?" All three blushed and giggled some. "As I say, these two trouble makers are Pippinpaddleopsicopolis right to the very end. Did you say they'd alreadt registered? Small rooms, I take it. Something discrete?" The flustered clone nodded."Well, I'll have none of it! No relative of mine can be boarded up like that. Get them the suit across from mine." "The honeymoon suit, sir?" Lolimon leaned in, slipping each Jay clone six fifties. "money, my dear ladies, is no object." "Are you bribing us?" "Think of it as a tip." He winked. As the Jay clones rushed off to move the two girls things to the Honeymoon suit, Lolimon sighed in relief. "Phew! That was a close one. I'm Lolimon by the way, Lolimon Pippinpaddleopsicopolis, what're your names?"
Tigress stares at the intervening stranger with some bewilderment, as well as a sharp note of suspicion. In her experience, typically young men didn't act upon chivalry toward young ladies for nothing. Still, she remembers enough manners to grant a wary smile smile and reply. "Nice to meet you. . . Lolimon. I'm Tigress."
"Pippinpaddleop---" The photographer shakes her head in defeat. "That's a mouthful! I'm just plain old Leaf. Nice to meet you, Mr. Loliman!" She gives a look of surprise when the Jay clones pass by once more with Tigress's and her luggage in hand, smiling and waving to the new arrival with joy and enthusiasm she never thought they were capable of. Relieved, she lets out a little sigh. "Well, you seem to be handling them quite well. Thanks for helping us back there!"
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music until at least the first of December though. 
Ok, we'll just play songs other than " Oh Christmas Tree ". 
I just went next best. 
Ok, we'll just play songs other than " Oh Christmas Tree ". 