Do to unforseen circumstances at the Gymnasium (tho why they should be unforseen is beyond comprehension, we saw it coming clear back at the breakfast table, heck we were pretty sure things were going to heat up when Melissa made the mistake of dreaming she was a Goddess!), the bard's schedule was been pushed back. Normally at this time she would be busy playing mayor, however unless she is planning on projecting her spirit into another being we highly doubt she will be up to it today as she is currently laying in a crumpled heap under the pummel horse (yes we said "pummel," it seems Erin is punny Leick that).
((slap))
Erin: I don't think it worked, you had better try again.
HL: ((sly grin)) Ya think? ((slap))
Erin: Hmmm? Water?
HL: Worth a try. ((pours bucket of water on the passed out Bard))
Well, passed out would be inaccurate now wouldn't it, the Bard has in fact been knocked out by one very, uhm how shall we say, "unhappy" Goddess.
Still no response.
Erin: You don't think she's...well you know...
HL: Dead? No, no, I am sure the Goddess wouldn't have...
Erin: Why don't you check her pulse or something?
HL: Me? Erin, just because I played a doctor on television, doesn't mean I am a doctor in real life. Sheez, next thing you know you'll be asking me to transform into her guardian angel or something.
Erin: ((blank stare)) I only meant that you should see if her heart is still beating.
HL: Oh.
Erin: ((picks up the bard's wrist))
HL: So? Is she?
Erin: Dead? No, I don't think so.
HL: Shouldn't we call an ambulance or something?
Erin: Goddess said no.
HL: Oh. ((Sometimes she had to admit she was a bit befuddled by Callisto's logic.)) Well, I think we had better. ((picks up her cell phone))
Erin: NO! ((snatching the phone away, sometimes she was a bit befuddled by Hudson's logic.))
MM: ((moans))
Erin & HL: ((stare at the bard))
HL: Melissa, Melissa wake up.
MM: ((force my eyes open)) Goddess?
Erin: No Melissa, it's Hudson.
MM: You're Hudson?
Erin: No, I'm Erin.
MM: Erin? Why do you look like the Goddess?
HL & Erin: ((exchange perplexed look))
HL: You mean me, right?
MM: No, no, no, no. I know who you are Hudson. You look nothing like the Goddess.
Erin: ((Thinking: what a wasted opportunity this is.)) ((to Hudson)) What now?
HL: I don't know, maybe... ((slap))
MM: OUCH!
Erin: Was that really necessary?
HL: Well not exactly, but you try living with her...love her to death but, sometimes I just want to...ugh...I saw an opportunity...I took it.
MM: Huh? ((rubbing my check))
HL: Oh now, never you mind, little one.
MM: Little one? That you Goddess?
Erin: Allow me. ((slap))
MM: OUCH!!
HL: ((arching an eyebrow))
Erin: What can I say, she made a huge mess of my gym.
MM: ((mumbles)) Not my fault, Erin.
Erin: That's kind of beside the point, now isn't it? Far be it from me to smack the messenger, but in this case I don't have much chance against the sender, now do I?
MM: No, I suppose not.
Erin: You suppose not?
MM: No you're right. ((wondering how in the heck this got so turned around that she was nearly apologizing for being slapped.))
Erin: ((thinking: finally all those extra hours studying the Goddess are paying off!))
MM: ((sitting up, looking around))
Erin: It's ok Melissa, she's gone.
MM: Oh. Uhm, can I ask what her mood was when she disappeared?
Erin: ((blank stare)) *You* have to ask?
MM: Well to be honest, I have developed a defense mechanism of sorts. I believe I was out even before the Goddess actually touched me.
Erin: ((to Hudson)) Pay up.
HL: ((grumbling, hands over 50 dinars))
MM: There was betting?
Erin: Of course.
MM: ((looking at my watch)) BY THE GODS! The Goddess is expecting me back at the temple in ten minutes! ((jump up race out the door, still wearing that Joxer getup BTW))
HL: Double or nothing?
Erin: Sure.
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