From: amaltea@aol.com (Amaltea)
Date: 25 Jan 2002 00:43:43 EST
Hubie rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he opened the backdoor to let himself into the Arena storage room. The Arena had been quiet most of the night and when the official had left, the boys had headed out for a night on the town.
"Should never have let Al talk me into those jelly like things. I told him there was more then just jelly in em. Ugh."
Still rubbing his head, Hubie walked out of the storage room and behind the bar. The Arena was still dark so at first the young lad didn't notice anything amiss. It wasn't until he turned on the main lights that the fact that all was not as it had been began to sink in.
The first area that caught his eye was the bar itself. Gone was the scarred wooden counter top. Instead the whole bar was a mixture of strange swirls of blue, yellow and violet paint.
Hubie fell back a pace and raised his fists to his eyes, rubbing them vigorously before cautiously lowering his hands. Nope ... still swirled blue, yellow and violet.
"What that??"
The young man skittered out from behind the bar, slowly walking around to survey the front, which was just as strangely painted. Stepping back, he bumped into a chair, causing him to jump around, looking directly at the ring.
"HUH?"
Bright, BRIGHT rainbow colored sand replaced the blood stained sand that had stood in the rings for years. Circling each little multicolored dune were ropes of the brightest pink.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod." Hubie fell down on his butt. He knew, *knew* Mister Reiver was going to blame him for this.
Jerking his head around, Hubie felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his skull as he took in the walls. The Arena walls were painted mauve with little neon green and orange flowers that looked like they'd been painted by a six year old.
Hubie squeaked, his eyes darting hopelessly towards the caller's couch. He tried to swallow but the lump in his throat was too large. Paisley fabric now covered the couch, the cushions each wrapped in a different type of plaid fabric. A big puddle of what looked like dried neon green paint lay half under under the middle of the couch. It looked even worse then the rainbow colored sand in the rings.
Scrabbling to his feet, Hubie scampered over towards the couch, yelping as he got a good look at the dais which was also colored mauve but decorated with bright yellow polka dots instead of the flowers on the walls.
Dragging his hands through his hair, Hubie rushed towards the stairs. He had to find Mister Reiver, or maybe Mrs. Jericho. His mind swirling with horror, he was halfway up the steps before it dawned on him that they too had been altered. Colored a bright kelly green with designs of little swords and daggers all through them, Hubie was close to tears as he pushed through the fire engine red door and disappeared into the Inn proper.
"Mister Reiver!!! It was Al's fault!"
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From: hostpcgreiver@aol.com (HOST PCG Reiver)
Date: 27 Jan 2002 22:01:09 EST
"Mister Reiver!!! It was Al's fault!"
Nych looked up as the shrill sound of his name echoed across the Inn.
Assuming the arena was on fire or one of the lads had caught his head in the toilet again, he stood to meet the scampering man. Seeing the pure panic in the lad's eyes, he knew there was something seriously wrong.
"Calm down Hubie. Take a deep breath and tell me what has you in such a state?"
Hubie paused, his breath coming in rasping gasps. Blurting out the details of his encounter with the newly decorated Arena didn't seem to calm him in the least, and Nych's eyes grew ever wider with each word.
"Hit's all Al's fault, it is, Mister Nych. If'n he...." Hubie got no farther, Nych's long strides propelling him at breakneck speed toward the arena and the debacle therein.
His first validation was the door. It was as red as a roosters comb and as slick as Troyan's hairdo. Swallowing hard, he pusheed his way into the arena, stopping cold as his feet hit the landing. Spying the treads with their sword and dagger motif and kelly green steps, his face turned several shades of red before settled on a mottled purple.
He shook his head, as if to clear it of the fog lingering from last nights imbibing, failing completely to see the couch and its plaid cushions. Uneasily, he worked his way further into the cavern, catching sight of the rainbow sand. A deep mournful groan emanated from his throat and he nearly fell down the remainder of the steps, barely catching himself on the railing. Almost overcome by the vapors rising from the fresh paint, he wobbled a bit as he
went toward the bar.
Dropping his head into his hands, he plopped heavily onto a bar stool and then winced at what was left of the formerly magnificent bar top.
Studying the flowers on the wall, he began to wonder if 'Slainy had turned the arena into her new club house.
"This will not do, Hubie, this simply will not do," he uttered through clenched teeth. "I need you to find the decorator, for lack of a better word, and I want them here with thinner, water, brooms and of course shovels to remove this rainbow colored sand."
"Find them! I don't care who it was, I want them here before opening of the duels."
His eyes swam with color as he contemplated who could do such a thing.
Date: 27 Jan 2002 22:01:09 EST
"Mister Reiver!!! It was Al's fault!"
Nych looked up as the shrill sound of his name echoed across the Inn.
Assuming the arena was on fire or one of the lads had caught his head in the toilet again, he stood to meet the scampering man. Seeing the pure panic in the lad's eyes, he knew there was something seriously wrong.
"Calm down Hubie. Take a deep breath and tell me what has you in such a state?"
Hubie paused, his breath coming in rasping gasps. Blurting out the details of his encounter with the newly decorated Arena didn't seem to calm him in the least, and Nych's eyes grew ever wider with each word.
"Hit's all Al's fault, it is, Mister Nych. If'n he...." Hubie got no farther, Nych's long strides propelling him at breakneck speed toward the arena and the debacle therein.
His first validation was the door. It was as red as a roosters comb and as slick as Troyan's hairdo. Swallowing hard, he pusheed his way into the arena, stopping cold as his feet hit the landing. Spying the treads with their sword and dagger motif and kelly green steps, his face turned several shades of red before settled on a mottled purple.
He shook his head, as if to clear it of the fog lingering from last nights imbibing, failing completely to see the couch and its plaid cushions. Uneasily, he worked his way further into the cavern, catching sight of the rainbow sand. A deep mournful groan emanated from his throat and he nearly fell down the remainder of the steps, barely catching himself on the railing. Almost overcome by the vapors rising from the fresh paint, he wobbled a bit as he
went toward the bar.
Dropping his head into his hands, he plopped heavily onto a bar stool and then winced at what was left of the formerly magnificent bar top.
Studying the flowers on the wall, he began to wonder if 'Slainy had turned the arena into her new club house.
"This will not do, Hubie, this simply will not do," he uttered through clenched teeth. "I need you to find the decorator, for lack of a better word, and I want them here with thinner, water, brooms and of course shovels to remove this rainbow colored sand."
"Find them! I don't care who it was, I want them here before opening of the duels."
His eyes swam with color as he contemplated who could do such a thing.