Just upstairs from the ball, dancers will fine peace and quiet (sometimes) and a lovely moonlit view of the North Atlantic Ocean. Continued from Part 1.
Patience, Please
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*Responding to TGYPWYA from last thread* I’m great, how do you do? Good evening, good evening everyone. What a splendid night!
I should be getting down to the ball now. I may return shortly, depending upon how MissSwann is feeling
I know, yeah, I am a bit late. But it was a long flight in! 
Red-tailed HAWK
“Oh, hello all. May I assist with the cleanup effort?” *grabs Swiffer*
*takes broom* *sweeps/dances with broom*
*camoflages with plants in bright/lush green tux, lays down on bench and takes nap* *If anyone wants to dance just ask me* ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
*wonders out loud*
When’s the wedding?
No sabo
(Hablo espanol solamente)
A ver…
Noventa veintidos.
Lolz jklol i speak inglish too!
“How do you speak Ble? Could someone explain?” I ask, hoping I do not seem to ignorant.
5- “the wedding, (if hawk actually attends it grrrr) is to take place on the 23, at whatever time the GAPAs set up. My wedding dress shall be revealed that day (if it isn’t too troublesome, GAPAs). I really like it; I bookmarked the site (Rivindell Bridal.com) for safekeeping until my real wedding comes around.”
8- “To speak Ble, all you need to do is make the sentence/word shorter. Like this
I have to go to the bathroom- me go potty
hello how are you?- hi watup?
those aren’t really good, howabout these instead
Hello- Hi
Goodbye- Goob.
Please- Ple?
Yes- Yah
No- No
Maybe- Meb.
MuseBlog- Mublo.
Robert Coontz- Rocoo.
Where do you live?- Wuliv?
I live in blank- Melivbla.
I do not like broccoli- Broccobleh.
I- I or Me
You- Yu
I can’t. My dad is standing right behind me!- Nop, popup.
My brother is bothering me- Broboth
I will pwn all of you n00bies!- Ipwn00b.
It is practically impossible to create a Bose-Einstein condensate without the use of laser cooling- Nocreboeic Nolacool.
Kokopelli for President- Vofoko!
Please pass the ketchup- Pekup
does that help?
10-“Thank you, that was very helpful. Now, what does “Ble” mean?
I decide to wait for the answer sitting on the purple lily. I flutter my wings impatiently, and then conjure an eclair out of thin air, making many hungry ones wish they were my species.
I dust the place, and then set up the ipod dock in the center of the garden.
“Any one agest batoveen’s ninth?”
((I’m baaaa-aaaaack…… Am I still hypnotized?))
Pillsbury Doughgirl and I advanced toward the Thing. At the same time, we reached our arms up and touched its surface. It felt cool, but heated up quickly. It began to vibrate, and suddenly we vanished.
My first thought was that it was a little like a Portkey. Interdimensional wind rushed by us, but we seemed to be glued to the Thing. It got colder-then hotter-then colder again- and we flew through a hole in the sky and landed back in the Rooftop Garden.
Something was very strange. (The wind had knocked us out of our hypnotism.) No one was talking. Or moving at all. I looked up and saw a sort of rent in the air. “Hurry! Pull it apart or we’ll be stuck!” I jumped on top of the fountain and pulled at the air. ((continue…I have to go))
13 – It’s gone. We’re cleaning up now.
14: It’s not gone, It’s on a pedastal by the fountain. Paul said that if we kept feeding It pies, It would be happy.
I sneak back up. 10 minutes is long enough for me! “Hi peoples! Good gravy! A lot happened while I was gone!” I say, holding a smile. Then, I saw someone conjure an eclair and ate it after a spasm of coughing and burst out laughing. After I finished wiping my tears, I grabbed a broom and started sweeping. Well, I might as well sweep to keep myself entertained, I thought. After ten minutes of serious sweeping I was very bored. I went back down to the ballroom.
10- That makes me think of the speach of Sunny Baudlair from series of unfortunate events! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
*awakes from two day sleep*
I’m going to go down and raid the food table again! ! ! ! ! ! !
Punk Goddess submitted the following post for this thread. Having just finished cleaning up the rooftop garden, we GAPAs think it’s a bad idea to mess it up again. Both in the ballroom and in the garden, we strongly discourage explosions, concussions, and anything more violent or exciting than you would find in the pages of a Jane Austen novel. We think you should talk it over before pursuing this storyline.
I run on to the garden, looking about covertly. Walking to the center of the garden, I throw the suspicious-looking parcel in my silver handbag on the ground and run away.
BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When the smoke finally clears up, I peer around, horrified by what I have unknowingly done. Everyone is lying on the ground unconscious, and Miss Swann has spilled a purple drink on a plot of begonias.
“Oops.”
I think that would be fun to do!
-11 Ble is the MB language, obviously, Ble means “Blog”.
[zap! MissSwann, please read Robert’s portion of comment #18. We are not continuing with this storyline until more MBers have had a chance to discuss whether it’s advisable to blow up the garden after we went to the trouble of cleaning it up. –Rebecca]
20 – It does not. Ble was featured on the first page of a Muse issue a while back. Ble doesn’t mean Blog, as far as I know, and it’s not an official MuseBlog language any more then Pig Latin is.
Blowing up the Garden: I say no…but that’s just my opinion, and I’m not really active here, anyways.
If the bomb is accepted in the storyline I’m sure glad I went downstairs, but I have no opinion on it being in the storyline! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
((NOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Please don’t mess it up again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))
((Aww, man. I liked that storyline. It seemed sort of Marvel, an elegant ball interrupted by a mysteriously misplaced bomb?))
((Let’s throw bombs in the ballroom then, MissSwann! Just not up here, please!))
((Let’s think this through: at a school dance, a couple of students throw hand grenades into the ballroom. What would be likely to happen to people on the dance floor? What would happen to the students who threw the grenades? To the dance? To the school?))
((Since this place is supposed to involve more “peace and quiet” than the ballroom, I think we should keep violence to a minimum. The incident with Paul Baker and the Telemetry was plenty of excitement for one ball. Besides, after all Bookworm’s and Rebecca’s hard work, it would be a shame to blow up the garden.
“Paul Baker and the Telemetry…” wouldn’t that be a great name for a band?))
((I think we should continue with the civilized conversation until the end of May. Then maybe we can turn this thread into more of an adventure thread with bombs exploding all over the place? How does that sound
))
29- ((This is Muse Academy. There’s a bunny invasion or a subterranean passage discovered every semester. I think it’s safe to assume that once the temporary sanity instilled by the May Day Ball is removed, the ordinary routine will come back with a vengeance. I think what you say will happen whether or not we want it to.))
((I guess I’ve lived long enough to remember reading in the news over the years about a sufficient number of real bombs going off in real discothèques and night clubs to be puzzled as to why such a thing would appeal to anyone as an adventure. I’m also at a loss as to why we need to drag this into every thread.
I’m not trying to be a scold. I’m genuinely curious. ))
((I’d rather not, speaking personally. But, I would guess that this is more of a “Muse Academy Bomb” than a standard bomb, in that it will provoke more plot twists and less outright damage and destruction. Still, I like the Austen-y setting more.))
((I agree. I don’t think we need bombs in this. In fact, I’m going downstairs to dance.))
((I believe I am already downstairs. Woops!
*vanishes* ))
*The wind rises and turns into cold gusts.*
*A rushing noise is heard from offshore.*
*An evening thunderstorm rolls in.*
*Lightning flashes; thunder cracks.*
*Cold, hard, pelting rain starts to fall on the garden.*
*takes shoes off and ducks into the gazebo*
31- So am I. Excitement and action are all very well, but it’s good to have some contrast. The Hare and Hedgepig remains a sanctuary, though. I think it has something to do with the ban on pies.
35- On second thought… *joins Rebecca in the gazebo*
There’s someThing unnatural about this storm. Note capital T.
(30) ((By the way, we GAPAs don’t consider the Muse Academy RPGs to be canonical.))
38- What is considered canonical? Just curious.
((I think I’ll be in two places at the same time as life is more amusing that way))
*ducks into gazebo* *wraps self in convenient blankets* “Rain can be beautiful, as long as one isn’t directly in its trajectory,” I say.
((Oh, coursework, reading lists, exam schedules — that sort of thing. We acknowledge the existence of secret passageways, but bunny catacombs? Pure Scooby-doo.))
41- ((Yes, I sort of know what you mean. I think it might be amusing to really have the RPG be for classes and pleasant pie wars on the grounds, all that lovely “sane” jazz. It seems thats not the course it was destined for though!
Well, I haven’t really been, but it seems cool as it is now too…Still, I do wonder if we could carry on an alternate more normal RPG at the same time…))
(40) Yes, I love being out here where I can be surrounded by the rain and feel the cool air drifting from it. I’d be out there doing my best Gene Kelly impersonation if I were wearing regular street clothes, but I’d rather not be standing around in a drenched ballgown. Listen to the rain on the roof! When I was growing up we’d go to my grandma’s cottage at White Lake, and we kids spent the nights on the sleeping porch — and, oh, the rain on the tin roof! One of my favorite sounds.
43- Spshspshspshspshspshspshspshspshspshspshspsh, isn’t it? Or is it more like pkptpkptpkptpkptpkptpkptpkptpkpt?
(44) Closer to the latter, I believe. Maybe more of a plkpltplkpltplkpltplkpltplkplt. Not nearly so regular, of course, on old battered, corrugated metal. Though the spshspshspshspsh might approximate the sound of water dripping off the eaves into the sand.
And another favorite moment I just remembered — sitting out on the pier, which had a little sheltered area at the end, and watching a storm come across the lake. You could watch the clouds and sheets of rain move ever closer, pelting the waves, and see if you could predict when it would catch up to us.
*stands in rain on the gazebo steps* *breathes deeply* I love the smell of rain, and the feeling of it against my arms. But it’s cold. *hastens back into the gazebo*
44- More like the latter, when it’s on a tin roof.
*Stays Out In Rain* “I love the rain! It makes me feel magical.”
*gets wet* *is freezing* *joins people in gazebo* ((I’m back from the other dimension.))
48- Are you really supposed to be getting on MuseBlog from a school computer? And you have to be careful with that sometimes because your username & email stay on computers once you type them in! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
*dashes into nearby clump of bushes* *returns wearing t shirt and jeans* *dumps dress and tiny purple handbag into gazebo* *handbag makes loud THUNKing noise* “Robert, could you hold this? don’t mind if it’s heavy… it’s Hermione’s, I borrowed it…” *vaguely trails off* *dashes into rain, dancing and singing* *makeups smears everywhere*
45- ((Probably the most beautiful rain-related experience I’ve ever had was at summer camp. It was early afternoon and the weather had been impeccable for the past few days. The sunshine had continued through the morning, and I remember that the sky was that dazzling blue that is the tradmeark of “good weather”. There were no meteorological hints of any impending storm, not even a single cloud. At around 3:00, I got that instinctive feeling that a cloud passing before the sun gives one and I looked up. In the distance, like a herd of flying bulls, I saw a massive grayish brown cloud flying towards us at a tremendous speed. As their was no shelter in my vicinity, I sped up, hoping to avoid a total drenching. The cloud accelerated. So did I, though not nearly as successfully. That was the first, and probably the last time, I experienced the bizarre and ludicrous sensation of racing with a cloud….and losing miserably. Within minutes, the tempest was upon me. The rain was torrentuous: probably the heaviest I’ve ever had the [mis]fortune of being in the trajectory of. The thunder roared. The lightning flashed. It was overwhelminglyly intense: as though all of the elements were unleashing their wrath. Then it was gone. I watched the cloud receed into the distance until it was nothing more than a speck in the far off distance, and the sky returned to the lovely shade of periwinkle it had been before the assault. The puddles accumulated in the sodden ground were the only remaining witnesses to the fierce storm that had raged moments before. That and the rainbow gracing the sky. It was magical!))
“I’ll save propreity for the ballroom,” I yell, spreading my arms wide and beginning an elaborate rain dance. “Up here, I will be insane!” My balldress becomes alarmingly soggy, but I am unperturbed. It will dry, aided and abetted by MA technology, and for now all that matters is the rain…
*whips out amazingly dry cell phone* *snaps pictures for memorobilia* “Go Hypatia!”
45- ((I’d clean forgotten. Another lovely rain-related sound is prime number rain.
))
“Thanks MissSwann,” I call and strike a dramatic pose. “Want me to take one of you?” I ask. Then, without even waiting for the answer, I snatch a magically dry camera and prepare to click!
Rain! Ooh! *dances in rain*
54- ((The electronics have an amazing way of staying dry, don’t they? *laughs* Just another wonderful quirk of the Musiverse!))
“Thank you, Hypatia!” *strikes dramatic pose* *does flip in midair* *cell phone snaps Kokonilly*
The rain jolts me out of my Thing dimension. I stand for a long time in the middle of the garden, with my face tilted up and the sweet, cold rain streaming down my face an ddress, adnd blurring my vision. I smile, lift my arms above my head, and twirl.
My red hair hangs like a curtain down aound my neck, my gold crown twinkles in the rain-refracted moonlight, and my green dress is soaked.
I close my eyes and hum a eerily beautiful melody as I twirl.
“Superb picture, you’ve got their!” I yell to MissSwann. I notice Pillsbury Douhgirl spinning and join into the esoteric entrancing dance.
57- ((How magical!))
58- “This one is for the scrapbook!” *snap, snap, snap*
I spin… and spin… and spin… and spin… “Twirly, twirly, twirly…” I fell down, laughing.
I join the dog pile and tumble down next to Kokonillly! My ballgown is utterly bedraggled…and soaked. My elaborately styled hair, turned black from its exposure to the wet is lysing in wisps over my face. And I am entirely and completely content. “Ah, the rain!” I half shout, before grabbing a camera and snapping one or two pictures (all of which promise to be very gorgeous).
((60 – I meant fall. Sorry for the past tense.))
“I am SO glad I decided not to do that $20 haircut!” I giggled. I was soaked to the core.
And loving every minute of it.
“Yeah! SInging in the rain, just singing in the rain…”
*is taking pictures of all of this* “Yes, well, I did get the 20$ hair cut, and I am still loving every monute of this!” *gestures to gazebo* Come now, have some fun!!!
After hearing the rain, I poke my head out of the doorway. “Rain!”(obviously)
“I’m headed back downstairs. Please don’t kill the garden. I’m hoping to keep it open after the ball!”
As I walk up the spiral staircase I begin to hear raindrops.
The clouds have blocked out the full moon, making the garden almost totally dark in some places. I see a group huddled under the gazebo, and a few who have changed clothes and started dancing in the rain.
I walk to the side of the roof and stare at the campus of MA, the city on one side, and the forest on the other. The rain becomes heavier and lightning flashes in the distance. I notice something pink and sparkly under the gazebo, and decide that I shouldn’t go near it for a while.
I walk back to the pond I was at earlier and sit on the rock. The rain sounds lovely on the water, and I can see my reflection when the lightning flashes.
The rain slows down, but the lightning is still there. I remember that it is not good to be near water when there is lightning, and even though it is beautiful, I leave the pond. As I wander the gardens, I find a circular plot of white roses and sit down in the middle.
*collapses* “Whew. I think I’ll take a brief shower, if you don’t mind…” *snatches dress and purse out of gazebo* *traipses off to locker rooms for a shower*
I found a cold bottle of water, and dumped it on my head.
((68-Why bother? The rain’s fine.))
((RAIN!!!))
70- ((Yes, but I’m all muddy. And if the wedding is to be tonight, I need to look clean)).
*walks back from lockers* *new hairdo, makeup reapplication, etc.* *ducks into gazebo* ” I believe I’ll go down to the ball now. Take care!” *walks down stairs*
As I got wetter and wetter, it dawned on me that the wedding might happen soon. I sprinted to the stairs, tripped, and slid all the way down. “Ow.”
As the sky clears, I sigh and say, “Well, it’s the last day of May. One more lap around the Maypole and I’ll be done.” I skip over to the Maypole and, taking one of its colored ribbons, I start dancing round the pole, singing “We’re all around the Maypole, the maypole, we’re all around the Maypole, the Maypole, the Maypole…” Then I take of the ribbons, put them in my messenger bag, and find that the Maypole would make a good tetherball court. I grab a ribbon and a ball and somehow attach it to the pole.”Good aerodynamics..”
What a night this has been! The rain has cleared the air, and the sky is as brilliant with stars as I can remember seeing in many years. Now that the ballroom is quiet, the music of the North Atlantic surges to the foreground. I can’t resist dancing to its tune. The cold, rain-puddled terrazzo refreshes my tired feet. Maybe I will just dance till dawn.
*sits on rooftop* *breathes fresh air* *munches on eclairs* *looks at stars* “Lovely night, eh?”
I walk up the spiral staircase, telescope in hand, and look out at the stars. The night is quiet, save IBCF’s munching. “Mind passing those eclairs?”
“Nice up here, I spent all my time downstairs at the ball, so the wedding’s today?”
((77- GAH!!!IT IS?!?! So much to prepare, so little time…))
please close this thread.
79- Por que? It’s not doing any harm.
hm, yeah, I agree-what’s wrong with it?
It’s not hurting anyone!
80, 81, 82-Neophytes who have no idea what this is will be very confused.
Neophytes are confused by many things. They’ll catch on. Or maybe they’ll never find it.
83- How would neophytes find it? It’s not as if it’s on the main page anymore.
If we closed everything about the blog that might confuse neophytes…um, what would still be open?
86 – Nothing. Except… well… no. Nothing.
86- The Welcome, Neophytes thread… and perhaps not even that.
(88) Yes, some Welcome threads have gotten pretty weird, as I recall.
they have.
89 – Right now there is stealing of baked goods.
91-sounds delicious. I should try some.
I think the ball ended.
93 – Yeah, I kind of think so.
Did the wedding ever happen?
Nope.
95- The suspense is killing me!! Are you getting married or not? If you are, have kind of like the May Day Ball, except it isn’t. I’ll be your theme thingymobobber! If you aren’t, you owe us an apology for false looking forward to.
Aagh! I am so sorry Bookworm, I had a brain fart.
that’s sad. they never got married…
(96, 98) No need to be sad. Sometimes it’s wiser to call off a wedding — even a virtual one — rather than to go through with it for no better reason than to please other people. I suppose we could celebrate a non-wedding if we need an excuse for a party….
99 – *perks up* Party?
I just saw MissSwann refer to herself as Red-Tailed HAWK!’s fiancee, though. *is confused* Ah well.
Party? Party!
I expect it is a kind of Unbirthday party. Will it be a wedding bath? (MuserHumor RAWKS!!!!)
*cough* This thread is so DEAD it’s not even funny.
Well, nothing better to do than LEAVE THE THREAD FOREVER!!!!
*Wakes up* Huh? Did I miss something?
RtH Woke up to find himself on a bench in a rooftop garden. “However did I get here?” he wondered, “and where am I?”
Zinc? Is that you?
Ah, I know where I am. I’ve been asleep for three months?
Ah well. Too much food at one time can do that to a guy, you know!
Really!
Red-tailed HAWK
“Hi, Sleeping Beauty! Where have you been all this time?” I said. “The ball’s OVER! Or were you waiting for the next one?” Leafygreen laughed.
106-Apparently he was waiting for the next one.
So, for the Halloween ball do we use this thread or a different one? Or are we not doing a rooftop garden thread this time? *is unsure about what the heck we’re doing*
Aw, the original Rooftop Garden thread (Part 2). Memories…
This one’s definitely up there with my favorite threads of all time. It was the first one I was heavily invested in. And the Thing was pure genius.