Mount Olympus Annual Picnic

Is it just me, or does the Annual Mount Olympus Picnic seem ever-so-sligtly anachronistic and divergent to other folk too?

it looks a bit post modern to me.


Orwell the White: Oooh Mrs Figg I just popped inside your post to see if it might help me see inside your mind! What intoxicating Powers I have! Though I promise I will only use them for good --- nice dress you're wearing today... Might I suggest blue flat-heels, though, what with the walking tracks being so rough here in Tuscany... {{{Note to self: I must ask the other Moderators if doing this kind of thing is Proper for a Moderator... I have a disturbing notion it might not be! }}}

I'm tired of all this patent Chaos... I've decided after what's happened here - a revelation - that I must change my ways to Goodness, Niceness, Rightness and a solid Belief in Eru Iluvatar... But I won't go on about it.... Enough of vulgarity (and post modernism too)! I'm thru with it!

I really don't know what to say...

sceptical. moi?

Mirry? But I got the extra large tickler you asked me to order! He's outside now.

Oh that was weird! Orwell was inside my post, I feel quite dizzy.


GET OUTTA THERE!!!!! so rude.

I'm sorry, Prety. I've decided to leave a certain part of my past behind me - that part includes you... I'm glad you've gone cold on the Wedding, I now see it was sooo wrong anyway. Two girls playing house together -- the whole idea is wrong -- and worst of all, childish... What I need to do is find a upstanding Gentlehobbit, well versed in the proper ways of a true Eruvian. I want to have Eruvian children... yes, I want tio start a family.... I will also start up an Anti-Picnic League... These gatherings are always so licentious, boisterous, and chaotic... Give me the serene embraces of Eru Ilvatar...

theres nothing worse than a born again Eruvator.



Orwell the White: What say you slip off that dress you're wearing --- I like this one here... the red one... tho it might clash with your ruby locks... mmm....



Oh Sweet eru brush my toes! I can't get back out of Mrs Figg's internal workings! The gap in the Forumsphere has closed! What's that sound thump-thump-thump sound coming up the path, Mrs Figg...?

It's the trudge of me jealous Tuscan hubby Orwell - idn't it! ... he's murderously jealous of me -MURDEROUSLY! Mind, you probably deserve what you get.... but I haven't forgotten my former affection for you, as when you woz still a Gentlehobbit and not this beautuful Gentlehobbitlass that cringes so in me bower! You must run away -- Run away! Run away!






{{{Petty? Eldo? Amarie? Are any of you there...? Help! help! I can't get out! I can't get out! }}}

Um, I should warn you Mirabella. Pretty's usual reaction to being dumped is a sudden outburst of severe malkying followed by a prolonged period of carefuly planned and diligently orchestraed revenge- often leading to missing persons. Just to let you know.

Hah! Like a small town copper was ever going to satisfy, and a Banks too I must have been out of my mind! I'd have been better marrying your staff, I've had most of them anyway while you were out on the beat. And don't go all pious on me, you werent pious in Farmer Maggot cucumber patch last night even if you did spend a lot of time on your knees. You smug, sanctimonous, little COME HERE! Yer claimed bitch!

It may be best if everyone stands back, quite a bit back.

theres a weird whispering in my ears its telling me what shoes to wear, zif thats going to happen!

pack it in you two. or we will never get the NotP this time either. youll give the anon author a headwobbler





{{{ Shush, Mrs Figg! He's at the door.... oh dear oh dear oh dear oh dear}}}









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{{{ My goodness, he's more handsome than ever I imagined... Goodness gracious me! What's with the bottle of best Italian Vineyard - and the flowers... and that thick rug on the floor by the fireplace...? That dress of Mrs Figg wasn't made for out-walking... oh dear... I mustn't be here ... I shouldn't.... though it is rather romantic of her handsome Tuscan hubby... and to think... him a Financial Type by all accounts... }}}




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{{{ Petty! Eldo! Amarie! Where the f*&k are they when you need 'em? Eegad! They're already kissin'-- and they haven't even opened the wine yet... }}}






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{{{ Shush Orwell... he heard somethin'... you must be quieter...}}}



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{{{ Mrs Figg must know I can see what's unfolding ---- or un-robe-in'! What an exhibitionist! }}}




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{{{ Weird or what? I can read Mirabella and Petty's cross-postings still --- but I'm sure;y fixed in a (recent) historical epoch of this thread.... bit like a Dr Who episode really... go figure... ... .... Oh my! I didn't know Mrs Figg was quite so flexible... }}}

It seems Mirabella has wisely ran away Mrs Figg. With Pretty in angry pursuit!
As to the NotP-I happen to know there is a picnic special in production with a pull out and keep Weird Picnic Special due for delivery tomorrow.
{{{{I believe the problems page is blank however. Perhaps you could remedy the matter.}}}}

Oh there is a terrible trembling in the Enchanted Waters of my Bower!

Strange happenings never even dreamed off - not even in Foumshire!

Oh dear!

Orwell is trapped inside one of Mrs Figg's posts - about four or five posts back in this thread!

Unbelieveable!

...mind you, Foruimshiran folk, it's exactly the kind of thing one would expect to happen on such a Morgothian Thread!


Oh it's happenin'in her latest post too!

Hey! Get out of there, Orwell!

How vulgar!

And stop looking! It's none of your business!

Sweet Blesed Eru!

Petty!

Orwell's trapped in one of Mrs Figg's posts about four or five posts back.. and you're worried about NotP... Shouldn't you as his fellow Moderator go back and try and rescue him! You must do the Eruvian thing, surely!


{{{Btw Petty - you clearly have no idea what's going on! READ BACK THROUGH MRS FIGG'S LATEST POSTS, YOU DUNCE! }}}


Oh Jane... we must try to help him escape... What if Mrs Figg's Tuscan hubby discovers him there?

{{No I dont! And who can blame me when whole new chunks appear in posts after Ive already read them and replied- tis unholy abuse of mods powers Orwell and frankly you deserve to stay in Mrs Figgs mind.}}}}

That was poor use of encyption 'brackets' Petty!

And don't be so mean!

If I was you I wouldn't go in after him tho - Mrs Figg's Mind being no place for a Gentlehobbit -- and you might get trapped too. Is there something in the Unwritten Moderator's Manual that might help?

Thats code breaking and misuse of sheriff powers! And its too hot here, and now its also muggy and I cant sleep and heat makes me crabbit, and so does cold, and wet and windy- but heat in particular!

His best bet to ge out is to hope Mrs Figg evicts him I reckon- drives him out with horribly imagery or something.

But didn't he say something about the Gap in the Forumsphere closing on him.... or did I just imagine it?

Well, this is what happens when people are given powers they're not sensible enough to use wisely... Orwell has frankly got involved with things too big for a little hobbit... It may be uncharitable of me to say it, but I hope Mr Figg (I assume it's really Figgaro?) will discover him... or her, considering his current transformation into girlhood --- and when Mr Figgaro does, I'm sure Orwell is in for it... Serve him/her right!

I've just recived a text on my palantir from Orwell. Says he/she's indisposed at the moment and asked me to fill in for him/her...

I'll do my best, I guess...

Orwell, get out of there or I'll have to get in there and fetch you!

voices... I keep hearing voices.......scratchings behind the sofa.......maybe its Ginger Meggs caught a mice.....shuffling and squeakin..... how odd......maybe Ill take a peek..................................................






AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGG!!!!!!!! cough!