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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 21, 2012 10:29:34 GMT -6
You've all arrived at: It’s history is long. It was built in 1870 as a summer retreat for a lumber baron Wellington Burt. Wellington hated his family so much that he stipulated in his will that upon his death his fortune would not be distributed to his heirs until 21 years after the death of his remaining grandchildren. His fortune was estimated at some 90 million dollars by the time he passed away in 1919. As you can imagine there are more than a few disgruntled family members skulking the halls looking for the miserly old geezer. Wellington has also been spotted occasionally in the main floor sun room which was once his office. The Baron sold the estate in 1900 to a consortium of investors. They turned it into a sanatorium for Pott’s Disease (tuberculosis)patients. It was expanded to include medical facilities and spa type conveniences. Thousands of people were housed there during the epidemic and as you can imagine most did not make it out alive. I’m told you can still hear the squeak of the wheel chairs being pushed up and down certain hallways. In the 1920’s it was once again purchased and added to. It was turned into a fashionable hotel for the wealthy and beautiful. Hollywood starlets went there to drink and have affairs out of the sight of their adoring public. One of the rooms houses the White Lady”. A tragic victim of her own desire and poor choices. She followed her lover to the hotel in the hopes of a tryst but found him in bed with her archrival. She became so distraught she threw herself out of the tower window. The lover remained, spending years drinking himself to death in the hopes he would see her again. He died in a drunken stupor, a tangled mess of broken bones at the bottom of the grand staircase. Standard issue zombie bellhop and evil desk clerk await you in the lobby, Please check your bags. And by that I mean please tell us what you have brought to the party.
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Post by stepper on Oct 21, 2012 12:49:05 GMT -6
Glad The Inhaler brings a trashbag full of secret surprises, but it includes a pocket knife, strapping tape to fix accidental punctures, pieces of magic candles, an old lighter, pumpkin slime, and generally anything that someone has chucked out that I might find useful while squashing the competition. And a book titled Fifty Ways to Cream the Competition by Ima Cheat. Warning: this might be a cook book. (Bwaa ha ha ha!!)
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 21, 2012 14:01:19 GMT -6
You sign the guest book with a pen that writes in a suspiciously red ink. He grins toothily and welcomes you to the Hotel.
"I hope your stay is......uneventful."
The Zombie Bell hope grabs your uh...bag and shuffles off to take you to your room. The clerk hands you a fancy brass key, "Please follow Samuel. Your room is at the top of the stairs. Number 222."
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Post by stepper on Oct 21, 2012 14:28:23 GMT -6
{lights a candle...and another} {reaches into the bag and pulls out a zombie jerky} Here's your tip. A friend recommended these.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 21, 2012 23:06:58 GMT -6
*creepy evil desk clerk waits impatiently for the other "guests" that were promised.
"I have a life you know!"
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Post by Phalon on Oct 22, 2012 4:35:45 GMT -6
*creepy evil desk clerk waits impatiently for the other "guests" that were promised. "I have a life you know!" I bring gum. Lots and lots of gum. What some would consider an inordinate amount of gum. (Psst...this place truly must be haunted; I can only post in here if I hit the quote button. Haunted, or someone has stolen the reply button.) And Glad, I must say, that trash bag is sooo you. Fabula, dahhhling, just Fabula. (Psst....don't tell him, but I think it makes him look a bit "Hefty, Hefty, Hefty!) <Impish grin>
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 22, 2012 8:19:29 GMT -6
*creepy desk clerk kicks the Zombie bell hop sleeping under the desk curled up at his feet like a puppy.
"Welcome. Steve will show you to your room. Lower level behind the kitchen. Economy room. Hope you brought your own sheets"
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Post by katina2nd on Oct 22, 2012 20:57:06 GMT -6
(Psst...this place truly must be haunted; I can only post in here if I hit the quote button. Haunted, or someone has stolen the reply button.) Yeah same here. Anyway this place looks ....................... ummmmm not sure how you'd describe it really; got room for one more weary traveller?
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Post by Spock on Oct 22, 2012 21:04:53 GMT -6
I certainly hope you are able to honor my AAA reservations for multiple suites. The Altair All-Species Association seemed a bit unsure when I told them where I was going. Since we didn't have any of your local currency and were unable to obtain any on such short notice, I hope these four gold bars will suffice. I've never had to actually exchange specie for services before.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 22, 2012 21:36:18 GMT -6
Pfft!!! Economy room, my @ss!
<shoves handful of gum into her mouth; chews; spits it out into her hand, still dripping with spit. She holds it up, squinting at it with a studied eye, and is pleased with what she sees. A masterpiece. She smiles...impishly.>
Here, Steve. Lookie what I got for you...yes, yes, now don't get so excited. I know how you Zombies love fresh brains. It's all yours.
Now show me to the penthouse suite.
Katina! Good to see you!!!! I'm sure Scrapula Probst will be glad to have another victi.....uhm....player.
Oops, gotta run. My suite awaits.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 23, 2012 15:59:21 GMT -6
"Welcome Sir, (looks Katina up and down) you must be a fine wealthy gentleman. Allow me to have our best Zom.....er....bell hop to show you to your room."
"Steve! Please show our honored guest to the penthouse suite! The one in the north tower."
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 23, 2012 16:05:28 GMT -6
"Welcome Mr. Spock. Unfortunately there is only one guest per room."
*Evil desk clerk pulls a glass vile out of his pocket and splashes the contingent of red shirts with its contents. The immediately disolve into a giant puddle.
"Aplogies but you know they always die first anyway. And there will be a deposit now for the clean up. Your room is in the basement. Here's a candle, room -129."
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Post by katina2nd on Oct 23, 2012 19:26:06 GMT -6
Katina! Good to see you!!!! I'm sure Scrapula Probst will be glad to have another victi.....uhm....player. Great to see you as well, despite your somewhat odious habits with that chewing gum. Sorry about that, but you'll see that Scrapula Probst has allocated the PS to your's truly, however I'm sure you'll be comfy in whatever hovel she's stuck you in. If you play your cards right there's a nice hot shower here that you're welcome to use if you feel the need to wash some of the grime off. [/quote]
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Post by Phalon on Oct 24, 2012 5:00:08 GMT -6
Ahhh, I see how you are, Katina. I thought we could be roomies - there's more than enough space in the penthouse, and Imps have no bad habits; they don't even snore, only making cute, little impish growls while they sleep.
But nooooooooo....Just remember, Sir Pumpkin Head, this is a game without rules, and pumpkins are easily squashed.
Ah, well. The economy room won't be so bad anyway with its close proximity to the kitchen. My hair needs to feed.
Come 'er, Steve.
<motions with her long, gnarled finger to draw Zombie in closer, and whispers in his ear. Looks over her shoulder, back at Katina.>
Enjoy your penthouse, Sir Pumpkinhead. I hope you sleep well!
<impish grin>
Come on, Hair, let's go find something to eat.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 24, 2012 16:06:15 GMT -6
*evil desk clerk is making rounds in te early hours and hears noises coming from the kitchen. He see's a bald woman with what appears to be a wild and tangled furry creature.
"Excuse me ma'am. The kitchen does not open until 10am. If you would like to go back to your ce.....uh......room you can call room service after that. Please don't make me call security."
*evil desk clerk pulls a whistle from his pocket and blows into it. No sound could be heard coming from the whistle.
"This is Willy the Werewolf. He will escort you back to your room."
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Post by Spock on Oct 24, 2012 16:23:43 GMT -6
"Ah, now for some quiet time meditating. I just hope no one on the ship tries to enter my "room" ...
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Post by katina2nd on Oct 24, 2012 18:04:28 GMT -6
Enjoy your penthouse, Sir Pumpkinhead. I hope you sleep well! <impish grin> Now that's got me a tad worried, well more then a tad to be honest. Look, out of the goodness of my heart, and provided you're telling the truth about Imps having no bad habits, I think I can find room here in the Penthouse suite to accommodate one guest, don't wanna be selfish now do I. Just two rul ..... errrrr requests, no chewing gum, and for crying out loud do something about that hair will you.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 24, 2012 21:17:26 GMT -6
<The Imp picks bone from her hair and dangles it in front of werewolf's nose.>
Willy! Good dog...a little slobbery, perhaps, but otherwise, good dog. You want the bone, Willy? Want it? Yeah, you do; you want the bone. Good boy. Go fetch!
<throws the bone out the hall. Slams and bolts the kitchen door behind the werewolf.>
Sheesh! They really need better management around there. The place has gone to the dogs.
Let's see...what's in the fridge.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 24, 2012 21:24:41 GMT -6
Now Katina, why would you think I'd ever harm a hair on that pretty little pumpkin head of yours. Oh, wait...pumpkins don't have hair. And though it is pretty, the head is quite large.
Maybe you're right to be worried.
<impish grin>
And psst....I'm down in the kitchen.
<scratches head>
How are we talking?
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 25, 2012 0:08:12 GMT -6
Intercom? Telepathy? High sense of hearing?
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Post by Phalon on Oct 25, 2012 4:20:12 GMT -6
Judging the shoddy management, it's most likely thin walls.
Where was I? Ah, yes...food.
<The Imp opens the fridge, rummaging through its contents. Bottom shelf, way toward the back, she finds a package of slimy, grey-green with only tinges of pink ground beef. Opening the package, she sniffs the meat.>
Ewwwww! Perfect!
<She grabs a huge slab of chocolate cake, and shuts the fridge because Imps have no bad habits, such as leaving the refrigerator door open. Scrambling up on the counter, (which is not a bad habit according to Imps), she crouches gargoyle-style, and with one hand, begins feeding the rotten meat to her Hair. The other hand contains the chocolate cake for herself, and between bites, she begins sizing up the competition.>
Hhmmm...Glad the Inhaler. Nice guy. Simply Fabula. Trashy dresser, though. Gotta wonder what he keeps hidden in there. What do you think Number 1?
<Hair Ghoul #1 giggles hellishly.>
I agree. What about Spock? I'm just not sure. It would seem we'd relate somehow. Imps...Elves...you'd think there'd be some level of kinship. But I dunno....he seems pretty alien to me. Number 2?
<Hair Ghoul #2 responds with a wail from Hell>
Yep, I see what you mean, #2. Now, Sir Katina Pumpkin Head. You guys buying that seemingly change of heart? First he kicks me out; then he asks me to stay. He's not to be trusted, that one. What's your feeling, Number 3?
<Hair Ghoul #3 moans a hellish moan>
I know, Number 3, I know....but don't moan with your mouth full. It's not polite. Good talk, though; excellent points from all of you. You guys had enough to eat? Yeah, me too. Let's go find our room.
<The Imps licks the chocolate from her long, gnarly fingers, and hops off the counter. She pops a few pieces of minty-fresh gum into her mouth before leaving the kitchen.>
Just in case. You can never be too prepared.
<Hair ghouls nod in unison. She chews impishly>
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Post by katina2nd on Oct 25, 2012 21:46:17 GMT -6
Now Katina, why would you think I'd ever harm a hair on that pretty little pumpkin head of yours. Oh, wait...pumpkins don't have hair. And though it is pretty, the head is quite large. No need for insults, my head is in proportion with the rest of me, as the attached picture will attest ....... www.mwctoys.com/images/review_pumpkinhead_9.jpgUmmmm you're right, it is quite a pretty head even if I so say so myself. P.S. Hey if that's not copy righted I'd like it as my avatar if possible.
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 25, 2012 21:52:35 GMT -6
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Post by katina2nd on Oct 26, 2012 18:51:14 GMT -6
Right, got that Jox. ;D I'll have a bash and just hope I don't blow up the computer, that's provided I can find the image again to begin with.
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 26, 2012 21:40:05 GMT -6
The link is in your post above. Need help, just ask. You must know some of what you're doing ... how else did you get an account with ImageShack, and upload the image to it? Since you've already done it once, I just assumed you'd be able to do it again.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 27, 2012 3:21:33 GMT -6
<The avatar wardrobe challenged Imp listens in on the conversation, amused>
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Post by katina2nd on Oct 27, 2012 5:20:56 GMT -6
The link is in your post above. Need help, just ask. You must know some of what you're doing ... how else did you get an account with ImageShack, and upload the image to it? Since you've already done it once, I just assumed you'd be able to do it again.
Yep, I worked the first bit out Jox [ sheesh how clever am I ] Don't think I created that ImageShack account though, I figured it must have been you, or if not someone else. Sooooo, I'll prostrate myself and ask for help ................ HELP!!!! <The avatar wardrobe challenged Imp listens in on the conversation, amused> You're a happy little Imp ain't ya, knowing there's someone far more technically challenged then yourself around here. There's a good reason though, just check my pic in the link above, do you think it's easy using a keyboard with fingers like those.
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Post by Phalon on Oct 27, 2012 6:10:06 GMT -6
I see we have something in common, Sir Katina Pumpkin Head...and I completely understand your frustration.
At least you don't have Hair that talks, although it does come in handy as an excuse to talk to myself.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Oct 27, 2012 10:37:54 GMT -6
Pretty sure Q created that image shack account for Kat.
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Post by Mini Mia on Oct 27, 2012 16:35:25 GMT -6
Okay. I'm on it Kat.
Thanks, Scrappy. I was wondering if Le did it, and thought I'd ask her and get the password from her or have her set up Kat's image.
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