The Land of OOC ... Chapter One - A Word Aside

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Postby Xatia » Sun Oct 07, 2001 1:37 am

<i>Xatia dives away and pulls Cynara with her as Crispy gets to his feet and gets out his weapon again.</i><BR><BR>Look out! O.K. - you go left and I'll go right, NOW!
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Postby Cynara » Sun Oct 07, 2001 5:30 am

Cynara runs left--straight into a wall--without quite knowing exactly why.
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Postby tuile » Sun Oct 07, 2001 11:38 am

<i>Tuile gets up off the floor and watches Cynara erm....escape, and Xat run to the right. Tuile decides to leap up into the air and grab hold of the big, brass chandelier hanging from above. She climbs up on it and swings around knocking off little fake candles, completely out of reach of robe-bearing MODS.</i>
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Postby Cynara » Sun Oct 07, 2001 12:50 pm

Hmmm, this room looks odd, now. Tuile! Did you know that there are two people who look exactly like you on the other two chandeliers?
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Postby InnocentEvil » Sun Oct 07, 2001 1:23 pm

the chandelier breaks falling from the celing and trapping Tuile underneath it.<BR><BR><BR>The mods, broken out of thier laughing gas trance advance upon the caged Tuile, bathrobes and this time Nun's robes in hand....
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Postby Cynara » Sun Oct 07, 2001 2:06 pm

Cynara, mistaking the Mods for strange Pillsbury Doughboys, runs around, poking them <i>hard</i> in the stomach, much to the relief of Tuile.
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Postby tuile » Mon Oct 08, 2001 7:29 am

LOL!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR>Okay...<BR>YIKES!!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0> NUN'S ROBES???<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><BR>ooooooooo...now yer playing dirty...<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR><i>Tuile valiantly struggled to free her hot pink boa, which was still stuck under the chandelier. IE was getting a trifle close, and Tuile's heart started to pound...(it wasn't beating before.<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0>) Thankfully, at that Critical Juncture, Cynara started her not-so-mad attack in honor of irresponsibly baked cookies everywhere. Tuile, having freed her boa, took up the battle cry, swinging a cookie pan over her head. </i>
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Postby Cynara » Mon Oct 08, 2001 6:03 pm

Cynara, taking up the battlecry, brains a few Mods with a can of Pillsbury Cookie Dough--bunny, of course!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> Oops, that might get me in trouble, eh?<BR> Who, ME??!!<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-blush.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-rolleyes.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-rolleyes.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-rolleyes.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-rolleyes.gif"border=0>
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Postby Star-of-Hope » Wed Oct 10, 2001 4:28 pm

awwww, Star awoke with a screamin headache, she was curled in a ball in the corner of the Mod room with 6 empty Newcastle cans beside her. she had a beer stain on her lovely white TORC polo shirt and her black leather pants were all crumpled <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-sad.gif"border=0>..looking around she noticed she was all alone. So she walked over to the coffee machine and dispensed a 4 strength coffee to go and took a tin of 'pineapple pieces' from the fridge to settle the queasiness of her stomach. <BR><BR>There was a magnificent Lego construction in the corner... now that should mean someething she thought... what ,? and more importantly who?<BR><BR>Checking her wrist monitor, she was alerted to the need for a double post deletion in the Scriptorium, so she jumped astride her trusty 'Quadrunner' - (no sissy moped for her) and raced down the halls to tidy up her fav forum, a quick stop in Collectibles on the way to reply to her buddy Socr@tes, and to alert the alter egos to the fact that their help was no longer required ( time had settled the dust (as it so often did <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>)) and she headed off, with a satisfying drift in the gravel around the corners as she left the rural collectibles and choirs of eru and raced back into the more urban areas of Talk and the sophistification of Movies.
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Postby ElvenArcher » Fri Oct 12, 2001 4:53 pm

Elven Archer steps out of a dark alcove, and watches Star Buzz by. He taps his secret mod wristwatch a few times.<BR><BR>"Yes?" he hears Star's voice.<BR><BR>"Star, I'll get those posts for you. You're taking down everything V puts up, right? Please, let me do it!"<BR><BR>"Oh alright. You have ALL the fun. And please stop shouting!"<BR><BR>"No, it's not that. I just noticed you looked a little green as you went by. I have something that might relax and make you feel better."<BR><BR>"Well, I surely could use that!"<BR><BR>"Yes, tune your secret mod wristwatch/computer monitor to the web. Go to www.snood.com. Download the game. It's very soothing."<BR><BR>"Okay! Thanks!"<BR><BR>ElvenARcher hears the sound of the engine cutting off... and the beeps of the buttons on the secret moderator wristwatch/computer. He clicks his off.<BR><BR>And smiles. Evilly. Chuckling, he adjusts his mounty hat, turns and disappears into the darkness of the hall.<BR><BR>
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Postby Lady_of_Rohan » Thu Jan 17, 2002 10:30 am

[this was such an insanely good time]
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Postby I-am-Tigger » Thu Jan 17, 2002 1:45 pm

Tiggy bounces down the forum halls and sees Star sitting on her quad bike intently looking at her wrist communicator...a game of Snood <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-confused.gif"border=0>.<BR><BR>How did she get that up on her wristwatch <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-confused.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Tiggy bounces on his way looking extremely puzzled.
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Postby Cynara » Thu Jan 17, 2002 4:19 pm

Cynara, having stepped out for a minute to nibble her Pillsbury Bunny Cookies, comes back in, dragging a wizard...Gandalf the Purple, to be exact. Obviously drunk, and with very little coordination, Cynara begins to poledance on the puzzled--and also very drunk-- Purple Wizard.<BR><BR><BR>Who knew?<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-rolleyes.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-rolleyes.gif"border=0><img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-rolleyes.gif"border=0>
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Postby Xatia » Thu Feb 14, 2002 1:07 pm

<i>Xatia continued to run to the right, until she finally realised that the mods had left the thread. A quick shedding of the TORC leather jacket and revertal to properly scanty outfit later, she went to see the wizard.<BR><BR>The Purple wizard. Oh dear...</i><BR><BR>(ooc: couldn't resist a quick revival <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)
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Postby Son_of_Aragorn » Thu Feb 14, 2002 1:29 pm

The onepurple wizard of mod?<BR><BR>Follow the yellow-leapard-print road......
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Postby Son_of_Aragorn » Thu Feb 14, 2002 2:47 pm

No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!!!!
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Postby Cynara » Thu Feb 14, 2002 3:43 pm

Cynara stares at the Head Cardinal of the Inquisition. He's kind of hot. Sidling up to him, she whispers, "Heey, want a cookie?"
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Postby Cynara » Fri Feb 15, 2002 3:09 pm

<i>Child? Well, I'll fix that misconception!</i> thought Cynara to herself, but then, alerted the the Cardinal's *mmph* manly scream, Cynara turned only just in time to ward off an advance party of robe-bearing mods.
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Postby RavenTinuviel » Tue May 07, 2002 1:43 am

Ok.... since Xatia signalled that the mods have all left this thread, Raven sets the needle back on the record and ...<BR><BR>*da-DAT Dat-dat-da-da-da .. da-DAT Dat-dat-da-da-da* <BR>(Theme song of 'I dream of Jeannie')<BR><BR>Raven, still wearing Arwens sheer, slinky, silky harem outfit, comes out once again swaying a perfect school-of-Misty shimmying bellydance wearing a large stone in her navel to keep the censors happy..... <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>(Since it was nominated, I thought I would resurrect it! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)<BR>
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Postby ElvenArcher » Thu May 09, 2002 5:49 pm

"Excuse me," said a sharp voice. Raven turned, and saw ElvenArcher, bathrobes over his arm, watching her.<BR><BR>"You seem to have lost your bathrobe." He hands her another one.<BR>"And turn the noise down! My email box is FULL OF COMPLAINTS ABOUT THE NOISE!"<BR><BR>a small evil smile spreads across his sadistic face, and he turns to leave...
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Postby InnocentEvil » Wed Sep 18, 2002 9:58 am

Waddling around the depths of TORC's basement searching for more rooms in which to imprison problem posters, IE comes across a room labeled only "Land of OOC."<BR><BR>'This looks familiar, wonder why? Surely it hasn't been touched in a year.' There are no foot prints leading to or from it in the dust but as there's no padlock, she enters. More dust puffs about her feet as she walks, looking at the remains and beginning to remember. Here, a discarded bathrobe, there a mangled thong on the floor. One tall black stilletto and a broken chandelier over in that corner.<BR><BR>Something.. what was it? Ah yes... Users finding the Control Room.. Ted sentencing her to a Catholic School Girl's outfit (maternity clothes are way worse anyhow), it's all coming back now....<BR><BR>Why those PESKY USERS! They tried to overthrow us! Gandalfthepurplemod INDEED! Waddling heavily for the door, IE sends for reenforcements. It's time we take back our thread!<BR><BR>Oneliners? HERE?<BR><BR>"You can't ONE LINER THIS THREAD so easily," IE cackles insanely.<BR><BR>From the depths of TORC a horn calls! To action, Mods!
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Postby tuile » Wed Sep 18, 2002 10:20 pm

<i>*unnoticed (thong camaflage) Tuile switches a few cables and flips a few switches to TORC's intercom system. A loud message suddenly blares over the speakers*</i><BR><BR><b>ATTENTION CUSTOMERS!! THERE IS A BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL ON LACEY N' RACEY THONGS ON ASILE SEVEN. OH YEAH, YOU HEARD RIGHT! RUN, DON'T WALK!!</b><BR><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-devil.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><BR><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby lalatiel » Sun Sep 22, 2002 2:04 pm

As the announcement on the intercom faded away, woman with dark hair, a beige pantsuit and matching stilettos (<i>she</i> wasn't a mod) click-clacked like a whirlwind into the nearly-destroyed room. To the residents' surprise, three cameramen and a veritable army followed her.<BR><BR> " What are you doing?" shrieked IH. <BR><BR> " Perfect!" exclaimed the woman. " No, wait, wait, could you make that more of a yell?"<BR><BR> " What???"<BR><BR> The woman gestured to her cameramen, who scurried to different corners of the room and set up their cameras. The rest hurried over the the residents of the room and started slopping stage makeup on them.<BR><BR> " What are you doing?" shrieked IH again, as he desperately tried to fend off lipstick.<BR><BR> " Getting better, keep working on it!" said the woman cheerfully.<BR><BR> " Hey!" cried Xatia. " It took me forever to get my makeup off, what do you think you're doing?"<BR><BR> " Well, dearie, we can't have you not wearing it!" said the woman, click-clicking over to Xatia with a perpetually perky smile on her face. " Otherwise you'll look all pale and washed-out onscreen!"<BR><BR> " Onscreen???" yelled Tuile. " Whaddayamean onscreen??"<BR><BR> " You guys are gonna be big!" exclaimed the woman, rising and walking over to Cynara, still zonked-out by the wall. " You'll be stars!"<BR><BR> " We what?" giggled Tuile. <BR><BR> " Stars!" yelled the woman. " You're the stars of our new TV reality show, <i>Inside OOC</i>!"<BR><BR> " And I thought TorcCon was weird..." muttered Cynara. But the woman was gone- she was dragging Snowdog over to one of the cameras.<BR><BR> " How do you feel about this whole script issue?" she asked, shoving a mic into his face.<BR><BR> " I- what?" <BR><BR> " The script!" she said. " How do you handle the pressure of creating a script for these ungrateful people? How do you feel about Crispy? In fact, tell us your opinion of the mods in general!"<BR><BR> " Who are you?"<BR><BR> " The host!"<BR><BR> " Host?"<BR><BR> " Yes! I'm your host, Lalatiel!"<BR><BR> " What???"<BR><BR> " Just answer the question!"
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Postby InnocentEvil » Sun Sep 22, 2002 6:50 pm

<i>IE slips quitely out of the chaos of makeup and cameras and waddles fast as she can for the Alternate SuperSecret Control Room. Her tummy tightening dangerously, she waits until she's safely around a few twists before radoing in:<BR><BR>"we have a situation. Who said "the Real World: TORC" could come in? They've got some pushy interviewer asking all kinds of questions down in the Land of OOC archives room. Suggest full mod action immediately!"<BR><BR>Knowing she had little time, IE set out in search of another mod, ANY other mod before her labor pains got too intense.</i>
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Postby ElvenArcher » Mon Sep 23, 2002 7:24 am

EA peeks into the dusty halls. "IT's time someone CLEANED UP THIS MESS" he thinks. He debates cleaning it up where all can see, or taking it to the SECRET MOD ROOM for awhile, so a deep clean can be done. <BR><BR>He adjusts a mirror hanging on the wall, and wipes it off with one of the bathrobes he always carries. "OH dear!" he cries, noticing his slip is showing. "It would never do to have them see THAT!" He tucks the lacy undies back into his Mounty Suit.<BR><BR>click click click... turning, he sees IE, out of that silly school girl outfit and back into her Dominmoderatrix Outfit-- slightly adjusted for girth-- waddling into the hallway. <BR><BR>"EA! Help!" she cries!<BR><BR>Oh dear, thinks EA. I hope she's not in labor...
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Postby ThreadStalker » Fri Sep 27, 2002 5:34 pm

The generally reserved ThreadStalker runs screaming down the hallway babbling in a demented sing-song voice.<BR><BR>"Dreamy eyes and hunky guys and Sean's-so- gorgeous-I-could-die. Orlie's gurl, Viggo's the world, Gimli's beard has got the cutest curl."<BR><BR>He paused for a moment and took a wild eyed look around. "They're coming you know" he whispered to no one in particular. <BR><BR>"It's all boiling over down there, its one sticky gooey sugar sweet mass of oozing........No, don't look, Save yourselves. DON'T GO DOWN TO FANDOM!!. <BR><BR>Snatching out a handful of his hair, the raving mod resumed his frenzied babble and raced off as if the harpies of hell were on his trail.<BR><BR>"Elijah's mine, Billy's fine, If only Ian would change his mind..."
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Postby tuile » Wed Oct 02, 2002 7:55 pm

Oh heavens, oh my! The Real World!! MTV!!! Wasn't that the channel??? Oh glory!, she'd be a STAR!!!! Tuile primped her hair and checked her sparkly thong, while Xatia and IH looked simply stunning in their err..makeup. She instinctively cringed and immediately tried to hide it, smiling with grace and utmost decorum. Well, on the postive side, IH's cheeks actually matched his shoes for once! <BR><BR>Thinking ever so quickly, Tuile dragged the pouting Xatia over with her and both hopped up on a near-by black grand piano. She tried out her best Marilyn Monroe pose, asking to that crazy host to take questions there. Though the afore mentioned movie star had most likely never worn an outfit of simply a thong and a boa, Tuile did her best to improvise. IH stood inbetween them and smiled that blinding smile of his. Sometimes, she wished he didn't use that whitening stuff so much. It would throw the cameras off...<BR><BR>Through all the chaos, Snowdog kept throwing papers about, shouting something about artistic liscense. Crispy kept carefully tying and untying his shoes, while Cynara seriously and studiously inspected the sturdiness of a balsa wood wall painted with pretty flowers and lovely rainbows.<BR><BR>Just then, a strange pounding came from the hall above (or was it below???) the room, as though someone large and heavy, yet very limber, you must say, was charging at full speed up and down, and then up and down...gave one quite a puzzle to ponder. The charging was accompanied with what was most likely a fine singing voice, shrieking crazed crazy stuff. Doors were slamming and a few other shouts rang out, but were not understandable, so Tuile couldn't see the point in the folks yelling so loudly them anyways. She thoughtfully shrugged and softly showered bright green boa feathers. One could get use to the pounding upstairs, she postulated most hopefully...if only the that dern shrieking would stop!! Having reached her top level of patience in a record 10 seconds, Tuile bawled at one of the camera guys to go stop the crazed chanting. Sniffing, she arranged the remaining feathers of her boa. She would never be able to get into character with such distractions!!!!
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