Bubba In The Holey Lands ! ?!, Play away friends!

[Shadows]

I am called Phartripper, an archealogist from the netherlands of Middle Gastronia.
My quest for the truth about the beginings of the modern forms of gastrononic delites has no bounds.

I am looking for a few good companions to join me in my expedition and research.

I will meet you latter tonite at the cafe " Eatem Ifyu Gotum" in downtown Gastronia.

You will of course be expected to keep our activities secret .

Till we meet......!

[WizardofOwls]

Gilidorfus Astronitus enters the Eatem Ifyu Gotum in downtown Gastronia at the appointed time, and awaits the arrival of the world-famous archealogist, Phartripper.

[Shadows]

Phartripper enters the cafe and cautiously observes the scene.
Ever since his life was threatend by the Oxymorons he has been overly cautious!

[WizardofOwls]

Gilidorfus noticed that a man had entered the cafe at the appointed hour and wondered if this could be the man he had been waiting for.

[Shadows]

Spotting a table at the rear of the eatery with a single chair I make my way to it and slide behind the table with my back to the wall. The collection of grease on the walls from all the years of fatty cooking leaves an acrid sent in the air.

I survey the other people in the room... there is an over weight middle aged woman near the front downing a large plate of pasta and a farely pleasant looking gentleman to my right eyeing me carefully...

The waitress is busy arguing with the cook, neither of whom seem to be speaking the same language.

[oldraven]

Jesdone Droppid stepped out of the cab and let the stranger who offered to 'share' pay the fee. If he wants to share, he can share the entire bill, with himself.

Why this guy opted for the Eatem Ifyu Gotum over the sister pub, Drenkm Ifyu Gotum, Jes would never know. He entered the establishment and removed his boots. At least the floor is dry.

A quick scan of the room revealed a very plump lady, some bickering hosts, and two oddfullows on the right. Judging by the odor wafting from that end of the room, he guessed that this was Phartripper. Jesdone took a deep breath, and made his moove.

[Shadows]

I caught site of a barefooted man making his way towards my table!
I picked up the dirty steak knife that had been left there by the previous user of this table and held it out in front of me...

Was this one of the Oxymorons sent by General Confusion to stop me?

[WizardofOwls]

"Mr. Phartripper, I presume?" said Gilidorfus. He knew it had to be judging from the rancid odor coming from the man's general direction. "I am Gilidorfus Astronitus, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance!" Eyeing the knife in Mr. Phartripper's hand and the bare-footed man who had just approached the table, Gilidorfus sat back in his chair wondering if he hh spoken too soon.

[Shadows]

I now had two people approaching me, did I dare trust either?
The one gentleman had been here when I arrived and seemed quite pleasant, addressed me by name and sat back in his chair when I welded the crusty steak knife in front of me as if to contemplate his approach; the other just kept coming forward...

[oldraven]

Jesdone looked at the knife, and shortly after deciding not to order the steak, he spoke. Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Phartripper. I supose I could shove a gun in your face, if that would make you feel more comfortable. The man's eyes were twitching a bit, and regularly checked the door. Jes looked back over his shoulder and made his last offer. He wasn't going to miss out on his book club just to have a dirty knife pointed at him.

Are you forgeting that I'm here on your request? My name is Jesdone Droppid. Again, nothing. He instead turned his attention toward the man in his company. Gilidorfus, was it? He extended his hand and smiled wryly.

[WizardofOwls]

Gilidorfus was unsure what to do here. Phartripper had obviously considered this man to be a threat, enough of a threat to brandish a knife at his approach. But now the dodd, bare-footed man was speaking to them in rather pleasant tones! What to do? He decided to wait and see what Phartripper's reaction would be. Caution is the better part of valour he'd always heard...

[Shadows]

Gentlemen I am sorry for my actions here, you must understand that my life has been in danger for some time now...

I appologise, please be seated, let us talk.

And please stop calling me fart ripper, my name is pronounce "far tripper"...

Phartripper thinks to himself this name thing has been going on since grade school...

[WizardofOwls]

"Oh! My apologies!" said Gilidorfus. "So who is threatening your life?" he said, and looked nervously around the room, he eyes lingering suspiciously over the plump woman at the other table.

[Shadows]

Phartripper begins to explain.....

Ever since I have been close to discovering the secrets and the where abouts of the Holey City the Oxymorons under the leadership of General Confusion have been after my life....

You see I must use caution....

Phartripper now turns his attention towards the pasta eater, something is wrong...

[oldraven]

Well, you seem to have been digging in someone elses sandbox, Phar-tripper. General Confusion, you say? He fiddled with his soul patch and considered this introduction. Oxymorons are after you? Trying to kill you? Strange, but I was always under the assumption that they were a peaceful faction. Jes dared not tell him of his own brothers involvement with the organization.

He noticed the other two were eyeing the plump lass with pasta marinara sauce on her chin, and pure evil in her eyes. ((ooc- sorry, I couldn't help myself there ))