Retirement

[Kaitlin 22]

Oh, I loved that! I look forward to seeing who it's going to be.

[Olivia 26]

Look like they put someone on an a'dam But like Kaitlin said, I look forward to seeing who it will be. The part about the senile man hiding in the closet was funny too

[jan 14]

ooh, you meanie... leaving us on tenterhooks! ;-P

[Brynefan 2]

I thought that it would be obvious who would deserve being collared and put into a box. I doubt that she will make a good nanny without some training, though.

[Tosh 8]

I can think of a lot of people....

[jan 14]

Me too >

[Tosh 8]

My GOD.....I just realized the potential for lesbian bondage lemon fanfiction the whole a'dam, suldam thing has.

[Brynefan 2]

And thus Tosh spun around and is now located 40 degrees south of time and space. The christmonkeys cheered. Good night...

[Tosh 8]

Nooooooooooo. *Is assaulted by the malignant hiffosnurps that reside 40 degrees south of time and space*

[Asmodean82 0]

Nooooooooooo. *Is assaulted by the malignant hiffosnurps that reside 40 degrees south of time and space*

 

Ahhahhahahahahahahahahahahahahha! (STRUMmmm of the Harp, and a diabolical laugh as the intensity of Tosh being assaulted by the malignant hiffosnurps that reside 40 degrees south of time and space, reaches a fevered pitch.) Oh! The Humanity! ........................* Wielding an Angreal the Forsaken destroys a near by city, for good measure*

[Brynefan 2]

Chapter 5

 

Thom almost jumped up and down in his wheelchair. There was to be a Christmas market with the traditional festivities in Baerlon tomorrow! He so longed to perform before a tolerable audience. He looked up at Cenn, who showed signs of a sad longing to get out, at least for a day. It was impossible, though, and they were both aware of it.

 

Alys made huge eyes. "They're having a lottery and the first price is a - cake!" She nearly cried.

 

"As if that's not enough, they will sell designer hats..." a cheer came from the closet, " a petting zoo and - oh never mind that."

 

"What?"

 

"The Whitecloaks are having their annual motivation speech. They're having a play for the children called A White Christmas."

 

"Oh," everybody exclaimed in disappointment.

 

"But the good things outweigh the bad, don't they?" Alys said. "Is the Captain Commander coming?" She added the last bit in a somewhat breathless way.

 

"His wife too."

 

"Oh!" everybody exclaimed in excitement.

 

"But how do we get out?" Cenn whispered to avoid suspicion. The camera had not moved yet, but they could never be sure whether they were being watched or not.

 

Thom's furrowed brow indicated deep thought. "If there's no running water, they will have no choice but to remove us and the place is full. They would have to keep us in another building."

 

"But there's not much we can do about that," Cenn said sceptically.

 

"No, I guess you're right."

 

"We could jump through the window and run for it."

 

Alys grunted at Cenn's idea. Thom looked down at his legs and up to the thatcher.

 

"Funny, friend. Really funny."

 

Cenn cleared his throat. "Well, I can run for it and get help."

 

What? Old people sitting inside, getting worse food than prisoners? That is not right at all.

 

"It's not right!" Thom shouted. "Cenn, I know who you can fetch to take us all outside!"

[Olivia 26]

Who is Galad's wife? Berry? Looking forward to the next installment

[Kaitlin 22]

Thom is rallying the troops! xD

[Brynefan 2]

Chapter 6

 

The old men looked at each other gravely as they synchronised their watches. Cenn was obviously excited, ready to do more than his best. This was a matter of right and honour.

 

Thom nodded, reassuring the group. The cameras on the outside ran by a set schedule. Soon there would be a gap in surveillance just outside this window, so they would not know where he went, but one question was still unanswered: Was the window alarmed daytime and how long would it take for the Coplins to react in case it went off? It was impossible to open it more than a few inches, so it would be necessary to use brute force.

 

“Speed to you, friend,” Thom said and started the countdown. “Three!” Alys covered the camera in the room with a huge pair of knickers. “Two!” The stocky former carpenter Eiram lifted one of Thom's metal legs and smashed out all the glass from the window. “One!” Cenn used his walking staff as leverage and jumped out of the window, speeding towards the never used outdoor furniture, taking a mighty leap over the wall from the stone surface of the table.

 

The others cheered, but were soon discouraged by the freezing wind and the nurses and guards who flooded the room. It was still worth it, though.

 

XXX

 

Elaida wanted to pull out her hair where she sat, knitting babies clothes for the stinking spawn of the unholy union of Siuan Sanche and Gareth Bryne. Not as much for the task itself, she had always enjoyed knitting, but because neither the man or the woman had any feel for music, but simply had to sing while decorating the Christmas tree. She had complained once, but then they had simply laughed and changed the lyrics to ridicule her.

 

Silent night

 

Out in the blight

 

Amyrlin fake

 

In a lake

 

Washes a Trolloc's fur until it shines

 

She doesn't listen to how the thing whines

 

Elaida a'Roihan has issues

 

That we don't wish to be told

 

Elaida was gritting her teeth as they laughed and kissed, playing around with the tinsel. The baby was old enough to sit on a blanket now, and slept close to regularly. Soon they would not need her any more. Light, they could not!

 

“Stop moping!” Siuan said and pinched the other woman through the a'dam.

 

“Be careful now, Siuan,” Gareth said softly. “You don't want poor Huan's clothes to come out misshaped, do you?”

 

XXX

 

Galad and Berelain had a small disagreement.

 

“You told me you would spend that money on supplies for the market and clothes for poor children!” Galad accused his wife. They were both in their hotel room and Berelain had just arrived home with a bunch of shopping bags.

 

“Well, I did!” she emptied the contents on the king size bed. “I will wear this on the market.” She pointed at a fur brimmed coat. “You don't want me to catch a cold for Christmas, you cruel man!” She sounded at least a bit mad, but took the opportunity to snuggle up closer to her husband.

 

“Oh, I suppose not,” Galad said with a foolish grin, “but what on earth isthis?” Galad took up something he could not begin to know the purpose of.

 

“This is for you!” Berelain giggled.

 

“Am I supposed to wear it?”

 

“That's what I planned.”

 

“Not on the festival, right? It seems a bit... chilly.”

 

“These are not like regular trousers, that are made to keep you warm and proper. Think of this as a way to - enhance nakedness by covering and uncovering strategic places.”

 

“Oh.” Galad blushed crimson red. Trousers? How on... oh, I see the strategic places now. He dropped them on the bed again. “But it's not really proper for a man in my position to wear things like these! Not for the organisation's money anyway.”

 

“They came in black too, but I bought white to make you happy,” Berelain tore away from him now, with sobbing sounds, and turned her back on him.

 

“Please dear! I'll give them a try.”

 

Berelain was about to reward the man for obeying her will as a knock on the door interrupted them.

 

“Sir, there's an old man here who wants to speak to you!” an officer informed from the other side.

 

“Oh... is it urgent?”

 

“You can bet your fancy, white behind it is!” a hoarse voice said.

 

Galad was quite shocked, but realised the man must be in a lot of distress. “I'll meet him in the dining room.”

[Tosh 8]

I dare say this is your best work yet oh most wonderfully ingenious one.

The Elaida mocking christmas carol fills me with overwhelming joy.