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 posted on 2021-07-27

Caper's Song Book


A bard's songbook is like a magician's spell book in that it contains words of power, songs for wind, songs for rain, songs to make the fire burn hotter and warm the room, songs of companionship to warm the heart.


Ari and Caper worked on Caper's Song Book last night on Inspired Unreality.

First we worked on a list of songs.

Song to make people dance
Song to make people alert
Song to make people like me AKA the opening numbers
Song of reflection
Song of hope

We will use this thread to wok on Caper's Song Book.

hairylarry posted on 2021-07-27 at 22:00 Central Time.

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 posted on 2019-10-06

The Case Of The Harvest Festival ... continued

Mathius said, "And how did my maps get here? I know Marantha didn't take them."

Just then the adventurers walked through the door looking a little bit tired of being regaled.

Everyone looked up and a hush fell over the room. Once again the witch put her finger beside her nose. "Maybe our heroes can help us solve this mystery."

hairylarry posted on 2019-10-06 at 17:41 Central Time.

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The Case Of The Harvest Festival ... continued

The sheriff shook his head and the confused look on his face told the others he was as perplexed as they were.

"This is the craziest thing I've ever investigated," Slykver said.

The witch raised her eyebrows and glancing around the group admitted rather reluctantly that she too was confounded.

"I can't say that I see anything particularly telling in this hodgepodge, but I feel that there must be something that connects the items or maybe there is more than one thief and each chose something that was conveniently available."

"But who would think a cat's milk dish was worth taking," Mavis interjected. "What's even less understandable they took my corsets.

When the shouts of laughter died Mavis glowered and informed the group that it wasn't a laughing matter.

vivian posted on 2019-10-06 at 17:33 Central Time.

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 posted on 2019-10-05

The Case Of The Harvest Festival ... continued

Milathia was visiting her sister, Marantha, at the Apothecary Shop. While they chatted the witch was looking over Marantha's small collection of magic items.

Mavis Goodbody barged in mumbling to herself. "Stuff missing here, stuff missing there, a ring, a knife, someone even took my cats milk dish. Makes no sense."

"What's that," said Marantha, "Someone took your cat's milk dish?"

"And that's not all." said Mavis.

But before she could finish Sheriff Slykver and Mathius came in arguing about the maps. "They were just hand drawn maps in a tube." said Mathius, "Nothing special about them."

"There she is," he said and walked over to Milathia. "Tell the Sheriff about my maps."

Before she could speak the witch piped in. "Do you mean these maps? I was wondering what they were doing in the magic items. Ain't nothing magical about them."

"My maps!", said Mathius. "Now how did they get there?"

"Maps, a ring, a knife, and a milk dish." said the witch laying her finger beside her nose.

hairylarry posted on 2019-10-05 at 13:52 Central Time.

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 posted on 2019-09-26

Moon Pies Delight the Eyes

When I was a child Moon Pies were a treat that couldn't be beat. I could even make my own if I wanted to. All I needed was some graham crackers, a couple of marshmallows and a chocolate bar and I was in business.

In those days a bonfire, a long stick and a package of hot dogs often preceded the gooey goodness of the Moon Pie. By the end of the meal we were usually covered in ketchup and marshmallow-chocolate goo.

Mothers would shake their heads and bemoan the effort it was going to take to get us cleaned up and dads just grinned and remember when it was them.

Life seemed simple then, of course I was probably 10. Now it seems the hot dog comes in a cardboard tray and you eat it on your way to the next stop and hope the dog does not make a mess on your new dress.Moon pies are round, wrapped in plastic and come from the store. Makes me miss those days before everything was labeled and bought at the store.

vivian posted on 2019-09-26 at 13:36 Central Time.

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 posted on 2019-09-15

Crabby Apples Make Angry Pies ... continued

That's the truth, but I'm sure there are worse things to step in or on. For instance the rather prickly cactus can help you create a rather interesting new dance step but you will take little pleasure in the accomplishment.

vivian posted on 2019-09-15 at 12:57 Central Time.

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 posted on 2019-09-06

Mostly Kind Of Like That ... continued

The hat on my head keeps me dry but his doesn't even try. It's a sad thing that his hat has lost it's T and it's mostly just a ha! If you can't keep your Ts then it's best to wear a cap. So now you see that this is even better than that.

vivian posted on 2019-09-06 at 16:10 Central Time.

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 posted on 2019-09-05

A Question Of Balance ... continued

I woke suddenly and wondered when I had fallen asleep. Checking the observation ports I came to the realization that I was still alone and there was no sign of a another ship. I couldn't let myself panic yet.

Fortunately I still have water and food rations but they will eventually run out. If I keep spiraling out will I eventually go so far out that if they come they will not find me?

I must have fallen asleep again. There's nothing quite like a bright light for getting your attention. Where am I? Right! I'm still on this God forsaken ship.

What was that light? Where did it come from? All of a sudden I'm filled with anxiety and hope. Should I look out to see if the ship has arrived or do I wait until they message me? I'm not sure anymore. If I could just get out of this bunk maybe the answer would come to me.

I woke up again with a buzzing in my ear. Now what!

vivian posted on 2019-09-05 at 21:02 Central Time.

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It was 11:15 when I walked into the club and the joint was jumpin'. The trumpet was hot and the sax was cool, if you know what I mean. The drinks were weak but whiskey is whiskey and eventually it started to work. I sat in the back corner surveying the scene. I saw a few hot guys but none of them were my type. Then Jonas came over and asked me to dance.

Now Jonas has been my on again off again for a few years and I thought he had finally landed with Millie but I guess not since I saw Millie draped all over some new guy in the middle of the dance floor.

I looked up at Jonas and said, "Why not?" as I stood to dance. It was then the cops hit the place and there weren't enough back doors to let everybody out. So Jonas and I ended up in the back of a paddy wagon on the way to the station. I figured they'd just let us go. We weren't nothin' and we weren't doing nothin'. Just out dancing.

I guess I was in for a surprise.

hairylarry posted on 2018-06-05 at 19:27 Central Time.
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When we pulled into the cop shop I knew something big was going on. The place was loaded with more transports than I had ever seen before. I mean were they hauling in every jazz fan in the town?

As we sat there waiting I saw them pulling Jack Kumakis out of a wagon and hauling him inside. Why on earth was he here? Jack is a has been, I hadn't seen him in at least two years. Not to discount him, he's a fine musician, but he just can't keep his act together if you know what I mean.

The doors on our wagon were wrenched open and we saw three officers and a short chubby guy who looked less than happy to be here. He ran his eyes over us and spoke in a low voice to the cops before walking away.

"Okay you bunch, out of the wagon." the cop with the most hardware snarled. "Make it quick," he added.

I looked at Jonas for a clue, but he just shrugged and started toward the door pulling me along with him. "She with you?" the cop asked as we jumped down.

"Yes" Jonas said taking my arm.

vivian 2018-06-06 at 16:23 Central Time.

They herded us in to a desk with a burly police sergeant sitting behind it. Jonas and I and Jack Kumakis, the washed up trumpeter. The sergeant asked for ID and we dug for it.

He read our IDs and made some notes in a book. Jonas and Jack looked like they had been through this drill before. I think they thought we would be released but the sergeant said, "You guys look clean but there's been some funny business going on at that club and we got orders to question everyone. Just sit over there and the detective will get to you as soon as he can. Been a busy night so far."

The bench wasn't comfortable but there wasn't anything we could do about it. Jonas took it in stride but Jack was a little jumpy. I wondered if he was up to something but then again I was jumpy and I knew I wasn't up to nothing. I started to chat but Jonas gave me a look and I shut my gob. Just the three of us, sittin' there not saying anything. I think that was the plan.

hairylarry 2018-06-22 at 12:27 Central Time.

I watched as more of the club's clientele were marched through the door and wondered what the funny business was. Then they brought Bobby "Beau" Brio in. I was shook. I leaned over to Jonas and whispered, "You see who they just brought in?"

"Yes," he said, then went back to silently watching the scene.

Feeling miffed I ran my eyes over the faces and realized that there were only a few I didn't recognize even if I didn't really know them.

Then I saw Cecile. What the heck was she doing here? Cecile Potter's father, Wayne, owns the club she considers a blight on her social status. I'm busy making all kinds of conjectures when she spots me. With a look of relief on her face she walked over to where I was sitting and squeezed in next to me practically pushing me onto Jonas's lap.

"How's it going?" I asked.

"Oh absolutely flippin great. Best night of my life." she hissed.

"So why are you here? I didn't see you at the club."

"They came to the house."

vivian 2018-06-26 at 11:43 Central Time.

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