Waiting for the conquering heros.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

There is a Horta in the Bar.

That, by itself, has not been unusual for this last year. But, this time, Naraht is watching the area of the Door intently. On the table beside him are various devices and supplies: medikits, tricorders, folding stretchers, blankets. There is also a large, chilled keg full of Ray's Green Stuff standing by.

He's been in this position ever since the rescue party left last night...and he's not gonna budge until they get back.

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[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

"Great Lord Ray!" FX cries as he bounds over and drops the tablets on the table (causing Naraht to scramble to snatch his stuff out of the way before it gets crushed). He kneels down, tails fanning out behind him as he holds the shaving kit above his bowed head.

"Accept this humble offering from thy faithful servant."

Naraht groans. "Yes, I see him...whatever the hell he is."

[gone_byebye]

Um, um, um, what's he supposed to-

Oooh, that might work.

"Thanks," he says, taking the shaving kit. "But this is the point where I have to say 'don't grovel, if there's one thing I can't stand it's people groveling, and don't apologize, every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. Just for future reference. Okay?"

If Monty Python can't solve this situation, nothing can.

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

Ray, Ray, Ray. You realize that quoting Monty Python in this situation only further confirms you Geek-Godhood in the eyes of this kitsune.

FX's tails are bouncing with delight. "Sure thing, Big Guy!" he says, jumping to his feet. "Though I hope you don't mind a little bowing and scraping as we commemerate your victory over Gozer."

A wink. "Gotta have a little dignity before we start the ritual silly-string fight."

[gone_byebye]

He's not well. It cuts into his deductive faculties, the poor guy.

"Hey, hey, hey, whoa there, it wasn't my victory," says Ray, putting up both hands. "It was our victory. There were four of us on that rooftop, you know... and what's this about silly string?"

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

"Hell, I know that!" he says with a chuckle. "But I've only got two hands. Setting up a religion for one god is plenty of work."

He leans in to whisper. "Don't you worry. I may be able to find high-priest candidates for the rest of your pantheon. Just give me time."

Naraht groans. "Oh, Mother! Just what we needed."

[gone_byebye]

There is no way this can be happening, Ray decides. It's gotta be some kind of fever dream or a side effect of the drugs Naraht gave him or something.

"Catherine is so never gonna forgive me for this," he comments to no one in particular. "It's 'Jesus's Brother Bob' all over again."

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

"Hey! What she doesn't know won't hurt you," Foxtrot says brightly as he picks up the first tablet. "Anyway, here's our Commandments so far. I added your last one. And we've got a whole other tablet to use if you've got more!"

THOU SHALT NOT TORMENT THE GEEK, THE NERD OR ANY OTHER ENTITY FAR SMARTER THAN THEE LEST THOU BE SMITTEN WITH FIRE ANTS FROM ON HIGH.

INTERPET NOT MY WORDS. FOR, VERILY, I MEAN WHAT I SAY.

THOU SHALT NOT OBSTRUCT ANY GEEK’S WAY TO HER OR HIS CAFFEINE LEST THOU BE TORN ASSUNDER AND YOUR BALLS NAILED TO THE WALL.

THOU SHALT CAFFEINATE EVERYTHING POSSIBLE. AND, VERILY, EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

THOU SHALT ALWAYS BE EXCELLENT TO EACH OTHER LEST I COME DOWN THERE AND BOOMSMITE YOUR ASS.

Foxtrot looks a little embarassed. "I really meant to have room for fifteen, but...well, I kinda dropped the third tablet."

[gone_byebye]

Ray would laugh if he could. As it stands, he's just a little gobsmacked at the moment.

We might note that, while he was born with the same filter between his mouth and his brain as the rest of the human race, his filter fell out when the doctor smacked him in the birthing room. Thus, his initial response:

"It's okay. I can live with that. But you should maybe edit number three or you'll get women interfering with the caffeine process because they haven't got anything to nail to the wall."

[wyrd-fox.livejournal.com]

Foxtrot frowns at the tablet.

"You're right! Guess that's why you're the god and I'm just a priest."

Remember those little re-writable boards you used as a kid? The ones you erased by pulling up the top sheet and laying it back down again? Well, Foxtrot grabs the bottom corner of the tablet and...

BBRRRRRPPPTTTTT!

...the bottom three commandments are now gone as he lays the stone flap back down. A chisel is produced from one of his robes and he starts engraving away merrily.