…or, How To Recognize Different Types Of Trees From Quite A Long Way Away
Having our names on the doors was a good thing. Without them Pelinor’s layout was a little disorienting, since the hall was set up so you could go around in a circle and the room numbers were just etched into little brass plates.
Fancy looking, but not easy to read at a glance as you went by.
It was a square building with the corners cut out, four stories tall not counting the ground floor/basement. Each floor had a hallway going all the way around, with dorms on the side facing the outside. The inner square had the stairwell, the bathrooms, and the lounge. There were ten rooms on each leg of the hallway. The third floor and fourth floors were freshmen housing. The first and second were open.
The entrances were in the “basement”, which was the ground level on the nexus side. It was off-center and not really the same size or shape as the rest of the building, so that the stairwell was actually in the back corner of it. It held the laundry room, but the main part of it was a big public area with the front desk. There was also a side door at the far end of the lounge from the nexus entrance. We took that on our way to the festival, since otherwise we’d be doubling back around.
The door came out below ground level, with some concrete steps leading up to the path. One sign warned us that the steps may be icy, and another proclaimed that it was a no smoking area. There were already cigarette butts littering the area, though.
“Nice,” Marlot said, looking at them. “Very classy.”
“Hey, I always put mine out in the tray,” I said. It was more or less true. Sometimes you just found yourself somewhere that there wasn’t a clearly-marked receptacle handy, though.
“I just feel bad for whoever has to clean those up.”
We tromped up the stairs and took the path through the M.U. grounds. It was sunny, and the campus was pretty nice. Some of the schools I’d looked at hadn’t had any trees to speak of. Anything small enough to be planted in a patch in the middle of a sidewalk didn’t count.
There were evergreen trees clustered around the east side of Pelinor and Burlew, though, and we passed some good sized leafy trees along the way.
The buildings on campus were pretty far apart. A side effect of the university being built in the middle of nowhere was that it had room to spread out. It would probably suck pretty hard during the winter, but it made for a nice stroll in the early fall.
“What kind of tree is this?” Marlot asked, thumping the trunk of one with her short staff as we went by it. She used it as a walking stick as well as her regulation weapon, and she focused spells through it. Yeah, Marlot was already casting. She’d taken some A.P. classes in high school.
“Oak,” I told her.
“How’d you know that?”
“We’re walking on acorns.”
“You can’t just tell?” she asked.
“No, I can’t ‘just tell’,” I said.
“What’s that one?” she asked, pointing to a box elder, with its little one-winged seeds clearly visible.
“I really don’t know,” I replied. Asking me to identify trees was something she did to annoy me. “It’s a tree, okay?”
“Some elf you are.”
“Right. Some elf I am.”
The welcome festival sprawled out over the plaza in front of the union, the big pentagon-shaped common area next to that, and the area around the fountain. Different campus groups and vendors and merchants from town had set up booths and stalls and tables. It looked like the illusionist students had been pretty busy. There were dancing mascots at a lot of the tables. The school itself was represented by three green dragons flying overhead. Pranksters were trying to add hats and change the color of the dragons, but the alterations were dispelled pretty quickly.
“Centaur!” Marlot said, grabbing my arm and pointing at a big, barrel-chested man with a horse’s body below his waist. “Look, Jamie!”
He was giving a couple of giggly girls a ride on his bare back. The one in front had to cling to his human shoulders and back, and the other one had to cling to her. Centaur clothing being what it was, it was pretty obvious what he was getting out of it.
“I can see, and don’t point and shout like that,” I said. “He knows he’s a centaur, I’m pretty sure.”
“Look, naked guy!” she said, pointing again at a hairy-looking guy with big ears who was strolling through the middle of the festival. The crowd parted around him, but he was attracting as many eyes as were averted. “Is that the world’s slowest streaker, or what?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s a satyr or a faun,” I said. “Don’t any races that wear pants go here?”
“Oh, hush,” Marlot said. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and there’ll be a couple of nymphs.”
I rolled my eyes.
“What?” she asked.
“I’m pretty sure nymphs don’t go to college,” I said.
“I thought I read that a few had, here. Anyway, why wouldn’t they?” she asked. “If fauns can go, why not nymphs?”
“Fauns aren’t bound to anything,” I said. “They can go wherever they please.”
“And nymphs can’t? That’s just sexist.”
“It isn’t sexist,” I said. “It’s nature.”
“Oh, a big whatever,” Marlot said. “Oh, look!”
She’d spotted a table with a rainbow weaving in an infinity symbol in the air over it and was making a beeline for it. Well, at least it didn’t have a penis. I caught up and followed alongside her.
The rainbow illusion was being maintained by a couple of—I’m going to say “dykes”, but only because they were—in black. One of them was tall and skinny, with either black hair that had been tinted red or the other way around. The other one was short enough, stout enough, and had thick enough fingers and coarse enough hair that she probably had a dwarven grandparent. Her hair was kind of chestnut brown.
“I still say we should shoot it over at the Khersians,” the shorter one said. “Watch the fuckers scatter.”
“Wait a bit,” the other one said. “We don’t want to start shit when there’s this much faculty hanging around. Oops, we’re losing it.”
The rainbow had started to wink out as they talked. It re-solidified as they joined hands and started chanting.
“Hi!” a long-haired half-elf said from behind the table. A lot of people think all male elves and elfbloods come off a little gay, but as somebody with elven relatives, I could say this one was actually flaming.
“Hi!” Marlot said. “Prism Pride?”
“That’s us. We’re also doing sign-ups for the Gay/Straight Horde,” the half-elf said.
“No offense, but how many gay rights groups do you actually need?” I asked.
“I’d say at least one more,” Marlot said.
“Huh?”
“If the two they had so far were enough, they wouldn’t need any,” she explained.
“Huh?” I repeated.
“I like you,” the half-elf said to her. He handed her a couple of sign-up sheets. “I’m Steff.”
“Marlot,” Marlot said. She wrote her name and room down on the sheets and handed them back, then took a “Sanctuary” door sticker from the table and put it in her bag. “What’s the difference between the groups?” she asked.
“The PPC is a lot more activist, but the G/SH is there for people looking for support or someone to talk to,” Steff said.
“Cool,” Marlot said. “I am definitely down with that.”
“Oh, honey, don’t say you’re ‘down with’ things,” Steff said, giving a little shake of his head and pursing his lips. “It doesn’t work.”
“It doesn’t?” Marlot asked. “I thought I pulled it off.”
“No,” Steff said. “Not even close. Sorry.”
“Oh, well,” Marlot said. “I tried.”
“You did,” he said. “Good for you.”
“Well, we’re gonna browse a little,” Marlot said. “Talk to you later.”
“Yeah, thanks for stopping by,” Steff said.
“Psst,” the taller lesbian hissed at him. “Have them sign the petition.”
“Yeah, we told you to push it,” the other one added.
Overhead, the rainbow started to waver and untangle again.
“But it’s stupid,” Steff said over his shoulder. “It’s not going to do anything, and it just makes us look petty and lame for bothering.”
“Both groups voted and agreed on the petition,” the taller woman said.
Steff growled and then turned back towards us with a great big smile. “Would you two like to sign our incredibly not meaningless petition while you’re here?” he asked, holding up a clipboard.
“What’s it for?” I asked.
“Getting a mention in the paper,” he said. “No, actually, it demands greater recognition of the contributions of blah blah, better protection, guarantees of safety and personal security, and so on. They had the same one last year. It doesn’t do anything.” He shrugged. “But if you sign it, you can feel good knowing that you made a difference.”
“Well, I am all about the feelin’ good,” Marlot said, taking the clipboard and signing it before passing it to me.
“Oh, don’t do that, either,” Steff said.
“What?” Marlot asked.
“Say you’re ‘all about’ something,” he said.
“I just want to try new things,” Marlot said.
“Hey, you’re the one who wouldn’t let me be James,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, my dad does that to me,” Steff said.
I signed the petition and handed back.
“Well, I think we’re going to mosey,” Marlot said. She feigned a look of deep concern. “Can I say ‘mosey’? Does that work?”
“Sure,” Steff said. “We’d also accept ‘shuffle’ or ‘scoot’.”
“Good to know,” Marlot said. She started to turn away.
“Wait a sec. Hey, Steff,” I said. “Can you tell what kind a tree is just by looking at it?”
“No,” he said. He gave me a look that was about half incredulous and half offended. “What the fuck, man?”
“Khersis Dei, Jamie,” Marlot said, swatting me with her bag. “Why you got to be so prejudiced?”
“I was only asking to prove a point,” I said.
“Yeah, that you’re a bigoted prejudiced bigot,” Marlot said. “Come on, let’s go before you embarrass yourself further. Bye, Steff!”
“Later!” Steff said.
“Well, she seemed nice,” Marlot said as we headed away.
“He,” I corrected, feeling a little smug at being able to tell the difference.
A lot of people had trouble telling the sex of elves and half-elves apart if they were just wearing human jeans and shirts and not something that screamed “female” or “male”, but I’d had elven relatives around when I was growing up.
“Are you sure? I thought there was a very feminine vibe there,” Marlot said.
“Probably just the gay thing,” I said. “But trust me. He’s butcher than my grandpa.”
“I don’t know.”
“Trust me,” I repeated. “Which one of us has elfblood?”
“You couldn’t even tell a tree,” she said.
“Neither can he,” I reminded her. “Anyway, it was a box elder.”
“Wrong! It was a maple tree,” she said. “Box elders are bugs.”
“Box elder is a type of maple tree,” I said.
“No, it’s a type of bug,” she said. “Ooh, apples!”
We’d just passed a table with little cups of apple slices and little things of caramel dip. Marlot turned mid-stride and doubled back to it.
“Hello,” the balding, gray-haired man behind it said.
There was a sign standing up on the table which said “Tapestry of the Tree Orchard and Vineyard.”
“Hi,” Marlot said. “How’s it going?”
“Very well, thanks,” he said. “The apples are free to try. We also have apple juice and apple cider. If you like it, you can buy a jug to take with you.”
“We might come back for that,” Marlot said, taking a cup of slices. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” the man said.
“You know you’re not going to buy any cider,” I told Marlot as we headed off.
“Probably not,” she said. “But I feel guilty taking a sample and not giving him at least some hope of a sale.” She munched on an apple slice. “I wonder how hard it is to get fresh fruit on campus?”
“They had apples and bananas in that little store in the nexus,” I told her. “And grapes.”
“Did they? I’ll have to check it out,” she said. “That’s going to be handy. I mean, we could be closer to the union, but it’s nice that they gave us something so we don’t have to go across campus if we need something basic.”
“Yeah, it seems pretty handy,” I agreed.
We looked around the entire festival. Marlot was a dedicated browser, but not a very methodical one. She went from table to table as they caught her eye.
There was a stall with cards for a weapon shop in town, with a selection of what they called “emergency weapons.” Considering the quality and minimal magic features, I think the “emergency” they were meant for was “Oh, shit, I lost my weapon on the trip and don’t have time to buy a new one.”
A representative from a leather crafter in Enwich tried to sell me a cover for my axe blade, but since it didn’t cut when it was hung on the loop, I didn’t bother.
Anyway, it’s such a showpiece, I couldn’t understand why anybody would want to cover it up. The blade’s gold, with a silver edge. The gold’s just a color effect woven into the metal, but the silver’s the real deal.
“You want to go back to the pride table and get a sticker for your dorm room?” Marlot said once we’d made the rounds.
“Uh, no thanks,” I said.
“Why not?” she asked. “It’s not like you’ve got a roommate to worry about.”
“How’s yours, by the way?” I asked.
“Missy? She seems okay. Normal-ish,” Marlot said. “Don’t change the subject, though. Why don’t you want a Sanctuary sticker on your door?”
“What if my mom visits?” I said. “She doesn’t need another reason to worry that I’m gay.”
“‘Worry’ suggests there’s something wrong with it,” she said. “Don’t you remember? ‘Jamie, you can tell me. We’ll understand. It’s different for us. Elves view homosexuality as natural.’”
“Yeah, they also think butt sex is cleaner than the regular type,” I said.
“Speaking as somebody who has sat for dozens of babies, I have to say it is cleaner, in the long run,” Marlot said. “Anyway, what’s this ‘they’ stuff? The way you talk, it makes me feel like I’m a huge disingenuous phony when I tell people my best friend is an elf.”
“You are a huge disingenuous phony,” I said.
“Anyway, are you saying your room’s not a safe place?” she asked.
“It’s not unsafe,” I said. “But what am I going to do if someone shows up looking for somebody to talk to? I don’t know any gay people. I wouldn’t know what to say.”
“It’s a mixed dorm,” she said. “Who knows? You might get some cute lesbians feeling all conflicted over their deviant sexual desires.”
“Yeah, right,” I said.
“You’re right, what am I thinking? This is college,” she said. “All the girls are bisexual.”
“Are you?” I asked.
“Me? I just got here,” she said. “Give me time to develop a political identity first.”
“Well, I’m going to go have another cigarette,” I said. “You can work on that while I’m gone.”
I think Ian wouldn’t be manning any stalls because technically he’s a freshman isn’t he? The dork. XD
btw! Is Jamie gay??? I didn’t get it.
@Rust I think “with the corners cut out” meansthe corners were diagonally aligned. like um…
/““\
l l
l l
l l
\____/
something like that! heheheh! (p.s. I couldn’t find anything to represent a line at the top, so the dots are… a line!!!)
Hey! MOARMU doesn’t let me use spaces indiscriminately! I had no idea.. oh well! so maybe you can just use the bottom half of my diagram to visualise? soweee!
This is just a post to see if I’ve been approved yet. I got a message saying to wait for the “administrator” to say I’ve been let in, but it’s been 12 days, and maybe (s)he forgot or the spam eater got the message. Actually, I was curious about where the Monty Python reference was. I didn’t spot it, but I’ve learned that that’s often because I think of such things as just normal speech, and I’m surprised when people don’t recognize my MP quotes. (And pay no attention to that parrot sitting on my shoulder right now, nibbling at my hair.)
Good intro to the new story line, so far, not as angsty as Mack’s first day, and all that. Wonder when the shoe will drop …
@jc: If you mean approved for the forum, then if it’s been 12 days you’re either approved or you got eaten as spam. Try logging in and if it doesn’t recognize you, re-register and make sure you put something in one of the interest fields saying, very clearly “I am not a bot” or words to that effect. You can change it once you’ve been approved.
I have to be able to tell at a glance without even thinking that a registration is from a real reader or it gets deleted… this is because I get one hundred spam entries for every three or four real ones.
AE, a typo repeated: does Pellinor have one or two L’s?
Dammit, Jamie, that was mean, asking Steff if she could ID trees. And how in the world did he manage to wrangle not having a roommate?
Ook-equivalent!
@Quiketc: One.
AE: Ah. Then typoes in Chapter 1, where Pelinor has two L’s. Now I just need official pronounciation of Marlot’s name and I’ll be set– unless you’re keeping it deliberately vague.
And thanks again!
Marlot rhymes with Harlowe.
Oook!
First time MUnkey poster here, and I’ve got to say at my liberal arts college we’ve definitely noticed the female population’s shift in sexuality. Freshman year I’d say 3/4 of my female friends were strait, now approaching my senior year it looks like 1/2 of them have moved to bisexual or lesbian.
Hmph. I’d *like* to like Marlot, but the tree thing also annoyed me- especially when she ragged on Jamie for trying to prove the point with Steff.
Also, Meeks…what IS that thing in the bottom right of your picture? Is it a penis with a fan blade?
The picture itself is awesome though. OOK.
I’m kinda already starting to dislike Marlot, for some reason I associate her with Puddy, as in what kind of character she is. Short, pushy, bossy, know-it-all but doesn’t, and also in a way hypocritical. I know you want to make unique characters, but having Puddy #2 be the main character’s first friend introduced, has already been one in MU.
Very interesting
In some ways James reminds me a little of Ian, but he’s different enough. I really like the different perspective, but don’t get me wrong. I really love the story from Mack’s perspective as well. 
Can’t wait to see more!
I like it, AE. Consider this positive feedback and a vote for more.
Double-duty staff—
Works as a walking stick and
As a spell-caster
Half-man half-horse is
The Centaur of attention—
Is it “pony play”?
Selective sharpness—
Jamie’s axe is in effect
A safety razor
will MoreMU be updating on the “thursday is evil” plan too?
~MOOK*
(Moar OOK)
Liking it so far, Jamie definitely comes across as a different narrator than Mackenzie with a different focus and interests and even knowledge.
Steff’s “What the fuck, man!” was classic.
Marlot is pretty brassy, makes her seem less grounded than most of the likeable Short Fat Chicks I’ve known. (To quote an utterly unrelated mailing list “Short Fat Chicks rule!”) She is nowhere near as annoying or as emotionally desperate as Puddy however, playful banter does not = domineering coward.
Oi. It just occured to me we can probably look forward to a 1st hand account of Puddy spreading the word on campus that Mackenzie is her half-demon bitch. *forehead plam*
Omitted word: “She used as a walking stick as well as her regulation weapon, and she focused spells through it.”
Needs an “it” in there, as in: “She used it as a walking stick…”‘
Also, number 3, the Larch…
Bonus points for working a Monty Python reference into the subtitle that is also totally appropriate as just words that pertain to the story.
I know we’re not supposed to suggest story arcs or directions. But can this be the guy that falls for Two? Two’s journey to finding and being comfortable with love would be intriguing.
Besides this wasn’t a suggestion. I was never here. *Makes subliminal finger motions*
Interesting. MU is more compelling in the first chapters, but it was designed that way. (Hook….zot)
I would reopen for discussion the official call of the MUnkeys out there though. I submit the following for possible discussion.
MOARMU -> MOOK
For More OOK
MOARMU -> LOOK OR OOKL
For Light OOK or OOK Light.
I personally favour MOOK, but this is a democratic autocracy. (AE tells us what to think, we all agree and vote that way)
Thoughts, discussions, flung MUck?
AE: This looks like a lot of fun, though personally, I think this may be a potential nightmare for Canon. But, I certainly think you’re up to this. Fascinating choice. And I’ll be off working on a remove demon spell for that furniture that attacked you! )
Wheee.
(AND) MOOK!
I’m pretty sure I don’t want to be a mook. Mooks are the nameless guys in action movies who exist only to have their skulls crushed by the hero. They die in joblots.
I rather like “ARF” for the Moar MU OOK.
I’m usually against pointless posts on principal, but it has to be said
Number 1. The Larch
The Larch
And I guess to make this not pointless, I’m going to mention that I’m already loving the character of Marlot. Am I correct in assuming that the t is silent?
I’m thrilled with the new series! Love the concept and the execution. Thanks, AE!
MOOK!
@ Rust:
“square with the corners cut out” just struck me as a roundabout way of saying octagonal.
I was a lot more confused by the description last chapter of how Pelinor connects with other buildings. That made no sense at all to me, but i figured it wasn’t important anyway.
Oh, and living in a dorm named after King Pellinore? These must be students on a quest…
That’s funny it struck me as being a concise way of saying a square with the corners cut off.
Depending on how it was done (with a single cut or with a small square chunk taken out) it would ‘technically’ be an octagon or dodecagon but since there would be four large sides and then a small alteration at the corners “square with the corners cut off” would give a more accurate image than calling it an octagon (since most people would picture a regular octagon IE all sides and angles the same).
I’ll think about rewriting the descriptions to make them more clear if they’re that confusing, but Metu’s got it about right for Pelinor’s shape. Take a big square. Take a much smaller square and place it in each corner, cutting that much away. It’s not too terribly uncommon a shape for buildings.
As for how Pelinor’s connected… imagine two groups of residence halls with an open path between them running north and south. Now put a roof over that path and doors at the north and south.
Gah >..< I already have a brain like swiss cheese.
(oops… forgot html tags work here, so my emoticons screwed up my post… thank Arkhanos for page reload)
Gah… hearing Steff referred to as male makes my head hurt after so long reading Original Flavor MU.
An axe-wielder! Yay! I hope he knows how to use that thing. Or learns quickly. Axes rock.
I wonder what silver affects here in the MUniverse… presumably werefolk, and possibly vampires (although I’m not sure where that idea comes from aside from the Blade continuity)… I can’t remember if some fae are affected by silver… mostly just iron for them, right? I guess we’ll find out, otherwise why mention it?
Feh, smoker. Disgusting habit. Makes it difficult to like Mr. James, it does.
Man, I hope I don’t get a mental hernia trying to remember all the characters from both stories … I already have a brain like swiss cheese.
RE “square with the corners cut out”:
My first thought on reading the line was that small diagonal cuts were made (ie: octagon with sides of two lengths). On reading the describtion of room placement, square cutouts extending the depth of the rooms became clear.
AE, if you decide to change this (I don’t think its necessary) “… with squares cut out at the corners” would probably work.
OOK! ARF! E.T.C.!
I CAN HAZ MOAR JAMIE PLEEZ?
WITH PUDDING ON TOP!
Pelinor might look something like this:
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_
|_| _________________ |_|
|_| |_______| BOYS’ | |_|
|_| |_______| BATH- | |_|
|_| |_______| ROOM? | |_|
|_| |STAIRS?|_______| |_|
|_| |_______| GIRLS’| |_|
|_| |_______| BATH- | |_|
|_| |_______| ROOM? | |_|
|_| |_______|_______| |_|
|_|___________________|_|
|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|
AE, is this close to what you were talking about? If it’s not, point out what is wrong.
Gah! I was warned about the spacing issue.
Pelinor – second attempt:
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_
|_| _________________ |_|
|_| |_______| BOYS’ | |_|
|_| |_______| BATH- | |_|
|_| |_______| ROOM? | |_|
|_| |STAIRS?|_______| |_|
|_| |_______| GIRLS’| |_|
|_| |_______| BATH- | |_|
|_|&npsp; |_______| ROOM? | |_|
|_| |_______|_______| |_|
|_|___________________|_|
|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|
Pelinor attempt #3:
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_
|_| ___________ |_|
|_| |_____| BOYS’ | |_|
|_| |__S__| BATH- | |_|
|_| |__T__| ROOM? | |_|
|_| |__A__|_______| |_|
|_| |__I__| GIRLS’| |_|
|_| |__R__| BATH- | |_|
|_| |__?__| ROOM? | |_|
|_| |_____|_______| |_|
|_|_____________|_|
|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|
AE, is this close to what you were talking about? If it’s not, point out what is wrong.
Closer?
Pelinor attempt #4:
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_
|_| ___________ |_|
|_| |_____|\\\\\| |_|
|_| |_____|\\\\\| |_|
|_| |_____|\\\\\| |_|
|_| |_____|_____| |_|
|_| |_____|\\\\\| |_|
|_| |_____|\\\\\| |_|
|_| |_____|\\\\\| |_|
|_| |_____|_____| |_|
|_|_____________|_|
|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|
The bottom and left show what I’m trying for.
And just because I can’t stop trying -
Pelinor attempt #5:
_____________
_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_
|_| ___________ |_|
|_| |_____|\\\\\\\\\\| |_|
|_| |_____|\\\\\\\\\\| |_|
|_| |_____|\\\\\\\\\\| |_|
|_| |_____|_____| |_|
|_| |_____|//////////| |_|
|_| |_____|//////////| |_|
|_| |_____|//////////| |_|
|_| |_____|_____| |_|
|_|_____________|_|
|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|
YAY! That’s about as good as I think I’m going to get it. The rooms aren’t to size, but I didn’t expect to be able to do that.
AE, is that close to what you were talking about? If it’s not, point out what is wrong.
@annoying: Yeah, the left edge -really- shows it. The rest seems pretty close, ignoring the persistent spacing problems, though there’s also a lounge in the middle section. I haven’t sat down and worked out the relative proportions and positions of the stairwell, bathrooms, and lounge. For instance, it’s possible the girl’s bathroom is larger than the boys, because of the necessity for more stalls.
And now, no. 3
…. The Larch
The….Larch…
I thought I was forgetting something. I only skimmed through the discription when I was trying to come up with the representation. I’m not going to try to fix the inside; I was mostly trying to get the outside to look right (or at least close to it – that’s why I took the words out of the center). I’m a visual person so I thought a visual might help some people, even if it wasn’t exactly right (especially the staircase).
AE, I applaud your effort to discribe the buildings. Pelinor doesn’t sound like a very easy building to discribe. If it’s based off a real building you might be able to find a picture of that building and link to it. Or at least a building that has that kind of corners.
Maybe Meeks, or somebody else, could try to draw it.
@61: The K is made of nuts…clockwise starting from the bluish one in the middle: wingnut, pecan, peanut, hazel, and um..human
Something like this, maybe? Just happened to have Illustrator open when I was invoked
Thanks, Meeks. Better than mine.
@Meeks:
I am betting you pretty much nailed it, but if you just want a text description, just think of the building as a really fat “Plus” symbol. I admit that at first I was picturing what is essentially an octogon (though I should have figured out that if AE meant ‘octogon’ she would have just said so, more than likely).
Also, for future reference, if you want to have HTML displace your characters and spaces in fixed-width display, use the pre tag. Let’s see if this works:
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_|_
|_| _________________ |_|
|_| |_______| BOYS’ | |_|
|_| |_______| BATH- | |_|
|_| |_______| ROOM? | |_|
|_| |STAIRS?|_______| |_|
|_| |_______| GIRLS’| |_|
|_| |_______| BATH- | |_|
|_| |_______| ROOM? | |_|
|_| |_______|_______| |_|
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(if it doesn’t work, i promise to leave it at that) ;P
Poop. Well, apparently the “PRE” html tag isn’t allowed or not understood by this comment posting software.
Is there somewhere we can find a list of which HTML codes are and aren’t accepted in these comments?
oh well.
So – what’s the rules for getting bonus stores for MoarMU? Since it’s new, can we start out with a modest goal of, like, $100 to make it to a bonus story?
Just until it catches on to the level of MainMU, of course?
PS: I take it that this story is still updating M – F, while MU is on the MTWFS plan?
I love it. Refreshing after Mack
@40 Imber
Amy has seen, met and double teamed a centaur with Barley. At the same time she also made comments about how large packages are more easily accepted in the rear…
Ps. This is completely from memory (can’t be bothered to go looking for links), and the rear-accommodation comments may also have fallen after she went off with the satyr-ogre pair.