Ant Island - North Tunnel(#613RL)
This tunnel is wider than most, an artery linking the smaller residential tunnels to the root stairwell. It extends to the north, where it branches into living quarters for the Council and Royal family. Immediately to the west and east are personal chambers for the other colonists. The way is well-lit by several large, bioluminescent mushrooms sprouting from the walls.
Leaves are frequently seen hanging over the chamber entrances, although occasionally someone thought to use something sturdier, such as layers of bark. Most of these makeshift doors are in place for privacy and decorative purposes, and aren't meant to keep out intruders. It would seem that most of the Islanders have neither the want nor need for many precautions.
Other places: [T]o the [W]est, [T]o the [E]ast, [A]head to the [N]orth, [M]ain [C]hamber ...
You say, "Subjects are like the weather. They change without warning."
Walter says, "Willow?"
Willow says, "What?"
Walter says, "Chicken. c.c"
Willow brandishes the almighty rubber chicken and whacks Basil across the head with it! *SQUEAK!*
Willow okays. o.o ;)
Basil o.o's and laughs! >;D
Walter O.o
Basil eeps. "Hey, ya gotta roll with it. ;)" Rubs his head a few times. ;)
Walter says, "Uh... huh."
Willow hits herself in the head with the rubber chicken! *SQUEAK!*
You say, "I'm not sure that was a pun though. Maybe a metaphor?"
Willow says, "Just in case. o.o ;)"
Basil okays. ;)
Willow says, "You have weathermen predicting the weather (bunch of fortune tellers in suits)--is there an equivalent for subjects? o.o"
Basil dunnos. "Subjectmen? Subjectpolice?"
Walter says, "No. Weathermen just predict. People change subjects."
Basil ahas! "Know-it-all's! ;)"
Willow says, "Know-it-all's?"
Willow says, "Oh, you mean they change them? ;)"
Walter says, "You don't have to know much to change a subject."
Willow okays. "Now, contrariwise, can subjects change people?"
Basil thinks they could.
Walter says, "Yes and no."
You say, "Okay, people can choose to change because of a subject. ;)"
Willow says, "Can't be both, can it? That's illogical. c.c ;)"
You say, "Crazy?"
Walter says, "Since when did you care about logic?"
Walter says, "But... that's not quite what I was thinking of. Subjects themselves can't change people. They're passive."
You say, "Like I said, a person can choose to change, because of a subject."
Walter says, "It's more of who is presenting the subject and in what way."
You say, "That can make an influence"
You say, "I mean have an influence"
Willow yups.
Basil looks for his missing peroids. <.< >.> o.o?
Walter doesn't have them.
You say, "Probably ran off with Frank and Larry. c.c ;)"
Walter says, "I don't even know what a peroid is."
You say, "Period. :P"
Walter says, "Oh, well that's different."
Basil facepalms.
Basil mutters something about certain ants whom he though would be used to his typos by now....
Basil looks at the end of his sentence. "Oh, there's one. o.o ;)
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Willow says, "Four. o.o ;)"
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Willow says, "Five..."
You say, "Okay, four. ;)"
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Willow says, "Six, seven..."
Walter says, "Stop counting them. Maybe they'll go away."
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Willow eeps. o.o;;
Basil O.O
Basil takes out a bottle (root beer of course) and places all the periods into it. 6.6 ;)
Basil shakes the bottle. :9
*Rattle! Rattle-rattle!*
Willow says, "Is there still root beer in there?"
Basil looks. o.o "If there was, the periods drank it all. o.o;"
Willow wows.
Basil peers closer. "Thirsty little guys. O.o ;)"
Walter says, "Try putting commas in there. Maybe we'll get semicolons."
Basil isn't sure he wants to find out if it works. o.o
Willow says, "Probably wouldn't all fit in there anyway. 6.6"
You say, "Besides, they might get away."
Walter says, "And the point of keeping them in a root beer bottle is...?"
You say, "To keep them from dissappearing."
Willow leans in to listen to the periods bouncing around in the bottle. "They sure sound, uh, jumpy... maybe the sugar in the root beer got to them." o.o;
Basil uh ohs. "Forgot about that... o.o;"
Walter says, "It's not glass, is it?"
Basil puts the bottle down. Just so he doesn't drop it and send periods flying around the room at the speed of sound. 6.6
Willow eeps.
Basil nopes. "Plastic."
Walter says, "Okay."
You say, "Now, if it had been IBC rootbeer or some other glass bottle rootbeer... we'd have a problem. O.o"
The bottle seems to be... moving.
Basil is more attenative to the conversation then the bottle.
Willow says, "Glass everywhere."
Basil erps and nods.
The bottle starts tottering about haphazardly, until it finally falls over and starts rolling at a pretty good clip towards the three ants.
You say, "I've always wondered if there is a different taste from plastic to glass bottles..."
Willow says, "And cans. I dunno, it's hard to say."
Walter watches the bottle. O.o "Erhm....."
Basil's antenna perk a little at the sound, but he pays little heed at the moment.
The bottle comes to a rest just behind Basil.
You say, "Now, a side by side comparison from plastic bottles to aluminum cans can be done for the same beverage, but good luck plastic to glass bottles."
Willow says, "Possibly. Now, adding different brands to the experiment would severely complicate things..."
Walter o.o;
Basil nodnods. "But my RL older sister and I did a root beer taste test a few years ago. We liked A&W and Hires best together. I preffered in addition Weinharts rootbeer, and she liked IBC.
Walter says, "I don't suppose you care to know that the bottle just rolled up behind you."
Willow says, "Oh, I don't think I've actually gone and done a taste-test, might though--huh?"
Basil is suddenly interupted by Walter, and in the event, takes a step backwards, placing foot on top of... the bottle. o.o O.O! "Woops!" Basil suddenly finds himself landing on to his abdomen. @.x
Willow eeps! O.O
Walter c.c's.
Willow says, "You okay?"
Basil suddenly stirs and reaches for the bottle. "I'm fine. Just... attacked by a root beer bottle full of periods. o.o"
The bottle rolls out of Basil's reach.
Basil o.o!
Basil gets to his knees, rubs his abdomen gingerly and begins to crawl after the bottle.
Willow tries to pick it up as well, but it repeats its behavior... rolling away from both pursuing ants. O.o!
Walter o.o
You say, "What are they up to?!?"
The periods inside are happily bouncing away, chattering amongst themselves as they continue to send their new habitat rolling along. For some reason they steer its course in Walter's direction.
Willow says, "Grab it!"
Walter ers...
You say, "Bottled periods. Hight on sugar. Wierd. - - I'm after them! o.o"
Basil attempts to grab the bottle.
Walter crouches down in an attempt to grab the thing as well, but it increases its speed and darts right between his legs. o.o!
Basil, in hot persuit is unable to check his speed, and comes carrening into Walter. o.o O.O >.<
Walter is mowed over by a speeding beige ant. @.@ x.x
Willow erks. o.o
Basil ows! as he rams into Walter, and rolls to the floor. @.@ x.x
Walter is getting rather acquainted with the floor himself. x.x
Basil comes to a stop just short of the wall. "This is nuts! -.- o.o"
The periods laugh shrilly from inside the root beer bottle.
Walter ughs.
Basil slowly gets to his feet, looking for the bottle of periods. o.o
Willow hms. o.o
The periods seem to be adopting a new strategy. The bottle is now upright, hopping across the floor.
Walter slowly recovers, then watches the hopping bottle. 6.6 o.o 9.9 o.o 6.6 o.o 9.9
Walter thinks it's giving him motion sickness just watching it. @.@
Basil erps. "They're nuts too. o.o;"
Willow says, "Well, they're from around here. c.c ;)"
Basil nods. "True. ;)"
Willow pulls out a butterfly net. :9
Basil oos. "Good idea. ;)"
Willow resumes chasing the bottle, swinging the 'net. :O
The bottle-o'-periods is determined not to be netted. The thing bounces crazily, evading the butterfly net, until at last it vaults over Basil's head.
Walter just... stares.
Basil o.o 9.9 -.- O.O
Willow swings just a little to readily, and the net comes down on Basil's head. o.o!
Basil erps! >.<
Willow sorries. o.o;
Bounce, bounce, bounce. The bottle flees!
Basil shrugs his shoulders. "Life on the muck. ;)"
Walter says, "Crazy. x.x"
Willow says, "Maybe if we stop chasing it, it'll get bored and settle down."
You say, "Like a hyper puppy. Good idea. ;)"
Willow okays. ;)
Well, this odd little situation pretty much ended here, but later on, the periods were released into the wild, to join other periods like themselves... Oh, wait. Wrong story. But, they were let go. Not too usefull, or easy to handle in a root beer bottle.
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