Wishing for warm welcomes

[drummondo]

Wishing For Warm Welcomes, Without A Word...

 

As I am not inclined to write at length

Of visits to this office of such planned

Procrastination, I shall use my strength

Of words, and write poetically, off-hand.

This sonnet form alone should show my sheer

Unmeasurable love for words and verse;

I could not even bring myself, I fear,

To play the role of applicant, and curse

At Wyvern's late replies and stuttered wit;

Instead I'll pen this poem on a scroll,

And then, without a whispered word, submit

My application, character and soul,

And wait, although the hours may seem cold;

For warmth resides in this pen that I hold.

Edited October 15, 2004 by drummondo

[Merelas]

Welcome-- nice rhymes (sp?).

 

Make yourself comfortable... Wyvern has been known to keep applicants waiting a while.

[drummondo]

Misplaced Musings...

 

While sitting, waiting silently and still,

I find the time to pen my thoughts; I ponder

Perilously close to boredom, 'til

Disturbed by sleep, my mind resolves to wander;

If it takes so long to get to each

Potentially accepted application,

Why then, must we sit ever in reach

Of absence from one dragon on vacation?

Instead, we could be sitting down outside,

To watch the world at play beneath the sky,

Where poetry and inspiration hide;

It's hard to conjure lines inside this dry,

Intolerably lifeless waiting room,

I'm contemplating leaving pretty soon.

[drummondo]

Bored Belligerence

 

It seems the wait is longer than at first

I'd planned for; and my patience wears quite thin.

I wonder if my sonnets have dispersed

Rumours that I am unable to spin

A rhyming narrative. Now, still I wait

For judgement, and I cannot stand this strain,

And forced I am to metrically relate

My boredom, in a bid to entertain

Myself and others (and it also might

Add to my quest to join your writing ranks).

I'll add another sonnet out of spite

And leave without acknowledgement or thanks

If I'm not seen before the twenty-third;

Six days before I wage my war of words.

Edited October 17, 2004 by drummondo

[drummondo]

A Quickly-Etched Edit

 

I realised my last post may have seemed

Foreboding in a harsh, threatening way,

But understand that waiting to be deemed

Acceptable for a public display

In such an office, capable of driving

Dead men to regret their loss of choice

Of leaving, or remaining and contriving

Such ways to spread their words without a voice,

Could lead an applicant to turn to terror,

And make one reconsider his real reasons,

I think suggesting violence was an error,

Forgive my lack of patience, and my treason,

I simply crave acknowledgement, not war,

Be it "Yes", "No", or "Could you write me more?"

Edited October 17, 2004 by drummondo

[Tanuchan]

A wolf enters the room, nudging Drummondo softly.

 

Never worry, dear friend,

anyone who has ever been here

knows what it feels like

to wait for our scheming Elder lizard...

(eh... to wait for our respected Elder of Initiates)

 

... anyway...

 

It's not a dreary place

though waiting makes it so,

trust your skills with word and rhyme

what keeps Wivern away

will soon send him in.

 

He'll come barging in at any moment... *looks around carefully, then relaxes and sits down*

 

Edited October 17, 2004 by Tanuchan

[Gryphon]

Bouncing balls of light and laughter herald Gryphon popping into existance next to the applicant easy chair, followed shortly thereafter by a startled yelp and desperate flapping of wings and twisting of body to avoid landing on Tanny...

 

Once setted, panting to the ground next to the friendly wolf the Gryphon turns to the waiting applicant.

 

 

Hi drummondo, nice to see you applying here...

 

Gryphon leans in and whispers in a conspirital manner:

"You've just gotta be patient with Wyvern, he took forever to answer my application, dont tell anyone I said so, but I think the elder of initiates might actually put geld-making schemes ahead of his duties... here...

 

Gryphon goes silent realising how obvious that statement sounds when surrounded by the mountains of neglected paperwork in Wyverns office, he then does a good show of blushing for a creature that blushes dont show up on... then mutters something about keeping company whilst waiting and goes to sit next to Tanuchan

[Wyvern]

Drummondo looks over his numerous application poems, then turns towards Tanuchan and smiles, thankful for her company and deeply appreciative of her comforting poetry. Leaning back in his applicant easychair and sighing to himself, he begins penning a new sonnet on the extremely inconsiderate nature of the Elder of Initiates when suddenly, the sound of a turning doorknob catches his attention. Drummondo and Tanuchan simultaneously turn their heads as the front door of the Recruiter's Office swings open and Wyvern strides in, looking over several pages of legal documents and whistling to the last tune that musicevangelist had played him as he does so. Upon noticing Drummondo and Tanuchan seated in the Office, the overgrown lizard drops his paperwork on the nearest mountain of unifinished business and hisses:

 

"Greetingsss Drummondo, and apologies for my rather late arrival. I hope that the wait wasn't too hard on you?"

 

"See for yourself." grumbles Drummondo, handing Wyvern his four application poems and smirking. The reptilian Elder curiously takes the papers from him and looks them over, then frowns slightly and scratches his chin for a moment. Snapping a scaly finger, the lizard then grabs a few sheets of dirty paper from one of the many piles that litter the Office, and scrawls on them:

 

Warm Welcomes Well-Rounded, with Wyvern's Wigwams!

 

Are you having trouble welcoming folks

to parties when there just isn't the space?

Or have you been at the center of jokes

when they think your bedding's a disgrace?

Fear not, cus Wyvern's got the solution:

a new kind of tent, that looks kinda neat.

You set it up outside, amidst the pollution

and hang out with folks in the street.

Oh don't look so stingy, it really is cool,

just try it out, you'll never go back.

Some might claim that you'd look like a fool

but you wouldn't pay no housing tax!

Almost Dragonic Brand Wigwams for sale

Buy them with house keys and an ale.

 

"Errrr..." mutters Drummondo, raising a finger.

 

Musings made Miraculous, with Magical Meditation!

 

When waiting rooms fail to have life

boredome floods the lonely soul.

But now, there's means to end the strife

and take complete control!

The lastest in Almost Dragonic:

Meditative Wood Brand Stances™!

Be trained in Wyverns faulty logic

and enter into trances.

Through the lizards many tips

you shall learn to watch the door,

until it comes to life and grips

the walls down to the floor.

Don't mind the way the door is staring,

it's not alive yet... just preparing.

 

"Ummm..." starts Drummondo. "I-"

 

Bored Belligerence Belated, with Beautiful Bikinis!

 

Ever wonder what some Pen babes

would look like lacking any dress?

The next best thing to getting l-

 

"Wyvern!" exclaims Drummondo, blushing furiously and glaring at the lizard. "Enough is enough, are you getting to my application or what?!"

 

Wyvern grumbles and nods, then quickly stamps Drummondos application ACCEPTED. He then turns to hand the application back to Drummondo, only to accidentally slip on a couple of loose leaf sheets of paper, which send him careening into the applicant. Drummond is knocked back with Wyvern, and the two of them collide into poor, innocent Tanuchan, which results in an enormous tangled mess of arms and legs.

 

;-p

 

OOC: An ACCEPTED application, Drummondo, welcome to the Mighty Pen! I look forward to reading more of your writing, in addition to participating with you in various community projects. Hope you enjoy your stay at the Pen.

[Tanuchan]

Oh no you won't you big awkward scheming liz...

 

At the last second, Tanny changes into her tanuki shape, quikly trying to avoid the looming mountainous disaster called Wyvern. She succeeds... or, quite succeds...

 

*whines*

 

... the tangle is one of Wyvern's and Drummondo's arms and legs, and Tanny's tail - who got firmly grasped by Drummondo in his flailing attempt to avoid falling. And also Gryphon feathers, as Tanny's paws instinctively grabbed him when her tail was pulled.

 

She sighs, closing her eyes.

 

~~~~

lol

 

 

Welcome, Drummondo! Hope you enjoy our (crazy) company!

Edited October 18, 2004 by Tanuchan

[Regel]

Ah..... a wordsmith. Welcome, Drummondo!

[Ozymandias]

Making the rounds to-night, and I thought I'd mention "how very like Chaucer you are...!", and then remembered, and will amend that to "On second thought, you're not. You're entertaining."

[ryurei]

"this might be a bit late but welcome to the party," a tall cloacked figure says as they pass the open door. As this person continue along a mutter about the stupid teachers and editors is heard it escape.

 

OOC: welcome to the keep!