New episode of OIK is up!

Part 28 of The Overly Obnoxious OIK Operation is now up at http://www.avevale.org/index.php/episodes-plays/10-epsodes-plays/23-the-overly-obnoxious-oik-operation for your pleasure,and here's a sample:

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“What the hazmat—” GoDon leapt for the gunnery console.

“Incoming transmission,” Aphrodite said calmly from a monitor.

“Put it on audio,” GoDon said, staring at the console in front of him as if he expected it to ask him for a coin.

“Attention, Imperial ship. This is the pirate vessel Cyrus Chervil. Heave to and prepare to be boarded.”

“The pirate vessel WHAT?” Cyrus Chervil swelled with rage. It was a pity that his voice rose to a squeak on the last word. “Aphrodite, whatever your name is, let me talk to them!”

“Seir—er, I should say, Acting Captain GoDon?” Aphrodite’s voice dripped sarcasm.

“Yes, yes...” GoDon was sure he could work out what all these buttons and things did, if only they came with labels.

“Channel open,” Aphrodite said.

“Attention, pirate vessel,” Chervil said, having taken a moment to relocate his baritone. “This is Acting Sergeant Cyrus Chervil of the Vigilante Corps. You will all consider yourselves under arrest, stand down and surrender to me immediately. Otherwise—”

The sound of ribald laughter came clearly over the speakers.

“Enemy weapons fire has ceased,” Aphrodite reported.

“They’re laughing too hard to aim,” GoDon observed, glad of the reprieve.

“Sorry,” said the voice from the other ship, “did you say Acting Sergeant or Former Acting Sergeant?”

“We don’t recognise your authority,” said another voice.

“And neither does anyone else,” roared a third, and there was more laughter.

Cyrus Chervil set his teeth. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” he said levelly. “It is true that there has been a slight misunderstanding regarding my credentials, but I am confident that it will soon be resolved. Now. Are you coming quietly?”

For answer, the pirates burst into song. It must be admitted that the ditty selected bore no trace of the hand of either Mr Gilbert or Mr Sullivan, but was rather the work of some amateur with a lively interest in certain areas of human anatomy unsupported by much in the way of practical experience.

“Quietly?” GoDon queried, with irony. “I rather think not.”

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New episode of OIK is up!

Part 28 of The Overly Obnoxious OIK Operation is now up at http://www.avevale.org/index.php/episodes-plays/10-epsodes-plays/23-the-overly-obnoxious-oik-operation for your pleasure,and here's a sample:

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“What the hazmat—” GoDon leapt for the gunnery console.

“Incoming transmission,” Aphrodite said calmly from a monitor.

“Put it on audio,” GoDon said, staring at the console in front of him as if he expected it to ask him for a coin.

“Attention, Imperial ship. This is the pirate vessel Cyrus Chervil. Heave to and prepare to be boarded.”

“The pirate vessel WHAT?” Cyrus Chervil swelled with rage. It was a pity that his voice rose to a squeak on the last word. “Aphrodite, whatever your name is, let me talk to them!”

“Seir—er, I should say, Acting Captain GoDon?” Aphrodite’s voice dripped sarcasm.

“Yes, yes...” GoDon was sure he could work out what all these buttons and things did, if only they came with labels.

“Channel open,” Aphrodite said.

“Attention, pirate vessel,” Chervil said, having taken a moment to relocate his baritone. “This is Acting Sergeant Cyrus Chervil of the Vigilante Corps. You will all consider yourselves under arrest, stand down and surrender to me immediately. Otherwise—”

The sound of ribald laughter came clearly over the speakers.

“Enemy weapons fire has ceased,” Aphrodite reported.

“They’re laughing too hard to aim,” GoDon observed, glad of the reprieve.

“Sorry,” said the voice from the other ship, “did you say Acting Sergeant or Former Acting Sergeant?”

“We don’t recognise your authority,” said another voice.

“And neither does anyone else,” roared a third, and there was more laughter.

Cyrus Chervil set his teeth. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” he said levelly. “It is true that there has been a slight misunderstanding regarding my credentials, but I am confident that it will soon be resolved. Now. Are you coming quietly?”

For answer, the pirates burst into song. It must be admitted that the ditty selected bore no trace of the hand of either Mr Gilbert or Mr Sullivan, but was rather the work of some amateur with a lively interest in certain areas of human anatomy unsupported by much in the way of practical experience.

“Quietly?” GoDon queried, with irony. “I rather think not.”

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New episode of Two Magicians...and a Boat is up!

Part 4 of Two Magicians...and a Boat is now up at http://www.avevale.org/index.php/episodes-plays/10-epsodes-plays/26-two-magicians-and-a-boat for your pleasure, and here's a sample:

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Lightning speared down from the sky and thunder raved and roared overhead. Mordecai tried to keep his footing on the slippery, rain-drenched deck as the ship heeled over once again. Men were rushing hither and thither, pulling frantically on ropes and yelling incomprehensible orders at each other, and there was no sign of Prince Varnak. The ship toppled again, this time forward, and faced down into a seemingly bottomless black funnel of churning water, and from the depths of it something with too many arms and too few eyes lay in wait to catch Mordecai as he slid helplessly along the slimy wood and began to fall away from the ship, into the gaping, insatiable, cold wet maw of the sea—

Mordecai woke up with a scream ringing in his ears, and was unsure if he had uttered it or only dreamed it. He was in bed, dry and warm, and as his brain caught up he remembered where he was.

“Are you all right, Mordecai?” Varnak said, appearing from his tiny room in a nightshirt and a hurry.

“I am sorry, Highness,” Mordecai said. “I had a bad dream.”

“Yes, so we gathered,” said the prince dryly.

“We?”

“I imagine the entire boat heard you.”

Mordecai flushed. “I apologise.”

“Time we got up anyway,” Varnak said briskly. “Today we go out and meet our fellow travellers.”

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New episode of Two Magicians...and a Boat is up!

Part 4 of Two Magicians...and a Boat is now up at http://www.avevale.org/index.php/episodes-plays/10-epsodes-plays/26-two-magicians-and-a-boat for your pleasure, and here's a sample:

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Lightning speared down from the sky and thunder raved and roared overhead. Mordecai tried to keep his footing on the slippery, rain-drenched deck as the ship heeled over once again. Men were rushing hither and thither, pulling frantically on ropes and yelling incomprehensible orders at each other, and there was no sign of Prince Varnak. The ship toppled again, this time forward, and faced down into a seemingly bottomless black funnel of churning water, and from the depths of it something with too many arms and too few eyes lay in wait to catch Mordecai as he slid helplessly along the slimy wood and began to fall away from the ship, into the gaping, insatiable, cold wet maw of the sea—

Mordecai woke up with a scream ringing in his ears, and was unsure if he had uttered it or only dreamed it. He was in bed, dry and warm, and as his brain caught up he remembered where he was.

“Are you all right, Mordecai?” Varnak said, appearing from his tiny room in a nightshirt and a hurry.

“I am sorry, Highness,” Mordecai said. “I had a bad dream.”

“Yes, so we gathered,” said the prince dryly.

“We?”

“I imagine the entire boat heard you.”

Mordecai flushed. “I apologise.”

“Time we got up anyway,” Varnak said briskly. “Today we go out and meet our fellow travellers.”

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and showing your appreciation that way as well. Thank you!

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New episode of A New Chapter is up!

Part 8 of A New Chapter is now up at http://www.avevale.org/index.php/guests for your pleasure,and here's a sample:

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I recovered my senses, to find myself lying on a brightly-lit lushly-grassed lawn. I tried to move, but the slightest move woke aches that were explicit that I ought not to try anything further.

After a few minutes, however, I felt a little better, and turned my head cautiously.

I was in front of a substantial edifice – a building with a pillared entrance porch, and wings stretching to either side. Beside me, about ten feet away, was a gravelled path, and behind me the path stretched towards a treeline, which curled round at either side of the building, leaving it like an island on a sea of trees.

I sat up and checked myself over – the aches were passing, I didn’t seem to have sustained any permanent injury, but I was clearly no longer in the Spring Plantation. And, when I looked for it, my mobile phone was no longer in my pocket.

And, it dawned on me, there was no sign of Fudge. A fact which, since my GPS and my other gear was in her saddlebags, left me just a little bereft.
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New episode of A New Chapter is up!

Part 8 of A New Chapter is now up at http://www.avevale.org/index.php/guests for your pleasure,and here's a sample:

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I recovered my senses, to find myself lying on a brightly-lit lushly-grassed lawn. I tried to move, but the slightest move woke aches that were explicit that I ought not to try anything further.

After a few minutes, however, I felt a little better, and turned my head cautiously.

I was in front of a substantial edifice – a building with a pillared entrance porch, and wings stretching to either side. Beside me, about ten feet away, was a gravelled path, and behind me the path stretched towards a treeline, which curled round at either side of the building, leaving it like an island on a sea of trees.

I sat up and checked myself over – the aches were passing, I didn’t seem to have sustained any permanent injury, but I was clearly no longer in the Spring Plantation. And, when I looked for it, my mobile phone was no longer in my pocket.

And, it dawned on me, there was no sign of Fudge. A fact which, since my GPS and my other gear was in her saddlebags, left me just a little bereft.
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From this week on, you'll find links at the end of each episode to bring you back to this post, so that if you wish you can comment. And if you like what you read, and would like to see more, do consider visiting this link:

http://www.avevale.org/index.php/support-avevale

and showing your appreciation that way as well. Thank you!

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There is a sudden commotion...

...as a kicking, struggling figure is swiftly divested of his resplendent uniform and unceremoniously escorted off the premises. His shouts of "Take your hands off me! Do you know who I think I am?" gradually die away.

Several of the younger technicians laugh. A cameraman turns away and grimaces.

"And they call 'emselves bloody professionals," he mutters disgustedly.

"--are you sure that phone message was for me?" The speaker is trying to disentangle his own uniform cape from the door as he comes in. "'Cause I just drove all the way over to--" He stops, takes in the scene at a glance. "I get it," he says briefly. "Great gag. Is there still time?"

"Just about," Zander says. "Get into position. Thank frod you didn't change."

"Tell that to the cop who pulled me over," the newcomer mutters.