Witch Trials, 2008-07-26
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This is an abridged log of the Witch Trials held on the 26th of july 2008 at 10 am New York time and organized by Phoibe.
- Some lines were reordered to help the flow of the text and understanding what's going on.
- A lot was omitted, hopefully nothing crucial.
Contents
Opening
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Welcome to the 2008 Lancre Witches' Trials. This years sponsors include The Djelian Council,
Geryon and Opal, Calosal and my unofficial sponsor in the thieves guild.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: On behalf of the Witches' guild and Granny Weatherwax, who regrets she is unable to attend, I
thank you all for coming. Especially those witches who have choosen to entertain us.
Patriotic tricks
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: We will start this year a little differently, and start with our themed tricks because Poor
Alleya is tired. Alleya will be casting for us today "Alleya's Patriotic Puns"
Alleya Le'Zatapathique steps onto the stage and bows
Alleya Le'Zatapathique says with a Lancrastian accent: Thank you everyone, my trick is as you can see, Patriotic. See if
you can spot all the references :)
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
Alleya Le'Zatapathique squeezes the Lancrastian apple into the black-glassed bottle and adds a piece of wool. She swirls
the bottle around, making strange patterns in the air. Alleya Le'Zatapathique fishes the wool out and ties it in a bow
around her index finger.
Alleya Le'Zatapathique baas enchantingly under her breath. *POP* A sheep with lank, tangled hair appears from nowhere.
It seems a bit disgruntled, probably because there is a black top-hat wedged over its horns.
Alleya Le'Zatapathique force-feeds the sheep some scumble. The ram starts singing and dancing to the Lancrastian anthem.
You hear something about nice trees but the sheep forgets the words to the second verse. Disgusted, Alleya
Le'Zatapathique unties the wool and the ram vanishes.
Alleya bows with a flourish.
Alleya Le'Zatapathique says with a Lancrastian accent: Thank you for viewing my trick, and thanks to Phoibe for
organising the trials
Mrs Phoibe Belmont exclaims: Thanks for showing us your trick!
Mrs Phoibe Belmont exclaims: Next up is Absinthe with "Black Absinthe's It's a Mad Mad Stoat"!
Black Absinthe sidles onto the stage.
Black Absinthe exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: It's a bit wordy 'ere. Hope you enjoy!
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
Absinthe kneels, setting a beautifully glazed black pot on the ground before her. Firmly grasping either side, she
begins to rock it gently to and fro. As some of the water sloshes out, she breaks into a quick, rhythmic chant.
Absinthe stands and lets go of the pot which somehow manages to gain momentum. She dances 'round it thrice, then stares
hard at the water below. Quicker than you can blink, it vaporises; a fine mist is dispersed into the air.
Absinthe's chanting recommences as thickening mists obscure your surroundings. A bird's-eye view of the Disc takes shape
and you're quickly propelled toward a distant point of light. You soar over the Ramtops, finally coming to rest in Mad
Stoat.
It seems the entire village is gathered 'round. An assortment of shepherds, villagers, and even a few rough-looking
bandits take pains to look vaguely pleasant (some even wave). A handmade banner reads: 'Welcome 'ere, to Mad Stoat...
You forn?'
Black Absinthe bows.
Black Absinthe sidles quickly off stage and seats herself next to ickle.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Next up is Nadine with "Nadine's Lancre Tipple". I've been looking forward to this
Mistress Nadine says in Djelian with a Lancrastian accent: no preasure then ;)
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
Nadine looks round as if people wonder where she came from. She puts her hand into the earth and pulls out a sign which
reads 'I'm from Lancre where this happens'
Nadine gets some bells from around her person and wears then. The bells don't make a sound as she starts to dance the
'other Morris dance'
Nadine then brings out a bottle which looks like it's contents are made from mostly apples. Nadine drink's the whole
bottle. She curses before collapsing.
Nadine staggers to her feet before looking for somewhere she can hide for a week. Nadine then gets anonther sign which
reads 'Go Lancre' Before turning green and truing to leave.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Up next, our Dear Caya who has probably been the most excited henne this year. Eagerly
anticipating the trials... I should make her go last...
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: O_o
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: I be last O-o
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: wait.. does that mean I go now.. or later O_o
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: You can go now. Such a good henne.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: This is my first character, which appeared in the Drum itself! I had the pleasure of feeling
and getting lost in the huge city and learning how to die in the most silliest ways there (and even my first death
with the urchin). ^_^
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: This trick is tribute too all the fun I had getting lost, dying, getting robbed, and
experiencing all the other goodies.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: oh yes ^^' Caya's Dance Of Rubbish
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
Caya HikosaSan starts dragging innocent and unwilling bystanders to join the Morporkian Dance of Rotting Rubbish! You
feel a bit nauseous and turn green when you find out that Caya HikosaSan is actually serious about the rubbish.
Caya HikosaSan takes out her prized and nicely sized lump of Ankh rotting garbage. Try as you might to not breathe in
air, you still catch that familiar but terrible and pungent odor. You desperately beg nearby witches to ogle your nose
off immediately.
Caya HikosaSan chants something, which causes the lump of garbage to explode! Everyone, including you, tries desperately
to remove the pieces of gunk as Caya HikosaSan twirls around with everyone in the crowd and sings the anthem We Can Rule
You Wholesale.
As soon as Caya finishes her nerring of Morpork's anthem, she immediately stops dancing with everyone and suddenly fades
away. You check your pockets only to find them empty. A true Morporkian she is.
Unlucky Charlie fidgets uncomfortably.
Unlucky Charlie finally tells you: This is what I saw:
Caya HikosaSan starts dragging innocent and unwilling bystanders to join the Morporkian Dance of Rotting Rubbish! You
feel a bit nauseous and turn green when you find out that Caya HikosaSan is actually serious about the rubbish.
Caya HikosaSan takes out her prized and nicely sized lump of Ankh rotting garbage. Try as you might to not breathe in
air, you still catch that familiar but terrible and pungent odor. You desperately beg nearby witches to ogle your nose
off immediately.
Caya HikosaSan chants something, which causes the lump of garbage to explode! Everyone, including you, tries desperately
to remove the pieces of gunk as Caya HikosaSan twirls around with everyone in the crowd and sings the anthem We Can Rule
You Wholesale.
As soon as Caya finishes her nerring of Morpork's anthem, she immediately stops dancing with everyone and suddenly fades
away. You check your pockets only to find them empty. A true Morporkian she is.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Who doesn't remember those days of smelling of garbage? seems like it was just yesterday. But
then I hang out with a lot of Hashishim...
Magistrate Nat Belmont laughs.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Up next, Our Velma with her trick, Velma's Animated Admonition.
Velma says with a Lancrastian accent: This its'nt like the others. It's a simple little trick inspired by some annoying
labourers ib Genua.
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
Velma rolls up her sleeves and grips the brush firmly evoking a sense of menace.
Velma taps the brush against her palm channelling her anger into it.
Velma animatedly tells the brush that someone's been very naughty.
Velma grins and Unlucky Charlie yelps as the brush flies out of her hand and begins to belabour his backside.
Unlucky Charlie fidgets uncomfortably.
Unlucky Charlie finally tells you: This is what I saw:
Velma rolls up her sleeves and grips the brush firmly evoking a sense of menace.
Velma taps the brush against her palm channelling her anger into it.
Velma animatedly tells the brush that someone's been very naughty.
Velma grins and you yelp as the brush flies out of her hand and begins to belabour your backside.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Poor Charlie. Every year he takes abuse from us witches. I think next year's theme will be "How
much We love and appreciate Our Charlie". Very nice Velma.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Our last trick in the Patriotic theme is Wagamam's Psithicious Prejudice. I think. Can't spell
Psithicious but close enough. Unfortunately, Wagamama couldn't be here today, so we have Our Harri to perform this
trick in her absense.
Ancient harri Ookerton says with a Lancrastian accent: umm
Ancient harri Ookerton bows.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid looks around.
Ancient harri Ookerton stalks onto the stage
Ancient harri Ookerton says with a Lancrastian accent: umm technical mishap .. just a tick
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
harri Ookerton makes a slow dance round Unlucky Charlie as though looking for something that isn't there, tutting to
herself.
Reaching the conclusion that nothing to do with Unlucky Charlie is worth looking at, harri Ookerton puts her nose in the
air and studiously ignores him.
harri Ookerton croons at her stuffed parrot, hugging it closely. harri Ookerton's whispered curse carries well: 'Without
one of these, you're a nobody.'
Unlucky Charlie looks crestfallen; a victim of Parrotism.
Unlucky Charlie fidgets uncomfortably.
Unlucky Charlie finally tells you: This is what I saw:
harri Ookerton makes a slow dance round you as though looking for something that isn't there, tutting to herself.
Reaching the conclusion that nothing to do with you is worth looking at, harri Ookerton puts her nose in the air and
studiously ignores you.
harri Ookerton croons at her stuffed parrot, hugging it closely. harri Ookerton's whispered curse carries well: 'Without
one of these, you're a nobody.'
You look crestfallen; a victim of Parrotism.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: That concludes our Patriotic theme category. Please write the name of the trick (or witch) that
you feel did the best and put that paper in the voting box.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Please share quills. I wasn't able to buy enough due to a work emergency...
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Which I suspect was reallty just a "We screwed up the schedule, can you bale us out?"
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Oh yes. Let me say thank you to our Magistrates from Ankh-Morpork for coming. Cheers to Jeanie
and Nat Belmont (even though he didn't have much of a choice)
Wee Ickle quietly asks with a Lancrastian accent: Wait. Is this like Eurovision? Are we meant to vote politically?
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: How you vote is up to you.
Ancient harri Ookerton asks with a Lancrastian accent: do we have to wait to the very end to see who won this part of it?
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Ok. Nat, if you could be so kind as to count the votes.
Magistrate Nat Belmont says: Should I go away to count them? :P
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Yes Nat. Take your spam elsewhere.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont shoos Magistrate Nat Belmont lovingly.
Magistrate Nat Belmont leaves west.
Magistrate Nat Belmont arrives from the west.
Magistrate Nat Belmont drops Voting Box.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: nat lol. ok.
Free Style tricks
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Unfortunately, due to a lack of entries in the Free Style 4 stages or more, there is only one
more category.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: We only had one, I think. So we'll let that person have the honour of going first. Frazyl, step
up and show us what you have with Frazyl's Ethereal Shift.
Frazyl steps out of the foreground.
Frazyl coughs politely.
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
The background enchantment around Frazyl deepens as she seems to breathe in octarine strands from everything around her.
As the energies around Frazyl seem to sink into her, you somehow receive the vivid impression of evoking coils growing
ever tighter.
Frazyl momentarily tenses up, then shivers slightly as healing energies swirl around her body until she regains her
composure.
Seeming to find some deeper equilibrium, Frazyl steadily convokes with something incorporeal all around her.
In a sudden implosion of channeled energy, the shape of Frazyl sublimates from materially vibrant octarine to a
violently dark emptiness that slowly resolves into a faint outline.
The translucent shape of Frazyl passes directly through you before flitting ethereally back over your head and through
otherwise substantial objects.
Frazyl bows.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont asks: You know, for 5 stages that was remarkably non-spammy. In the words of our Granny, are you sure
you're a witch Frazyl?
Frazyl exclaims: Sure am!
Frazyl grins wickedly.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Ok. Up next is our Gypsie's Let There Be Dragons. She's not here, but Frazyl has agreed to
perform her trick.
Frazyl puts on her Gypsie mask.
Frazyl wishes you to know that she'll be casting Gypsie's trick "Let There Be Dragons" now.
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
Time drags, the channel boredom set; Frazyl casts a die and allows her fears be met.
Frazyl touches a fire and she is burnt. Frazyl cries for friends that were and even for those that weren't.
Frazyl glimpses a Dragon in the air; but look again, it isn't even there. When all else fails then it is time to go,
when nothing is for real, there is nothing left to know.
Unlucky Charlie nods at Frazyl and gently fades into the background.
Unlucky Charlie fidgets uncomfortably.
Unlucky Charlie finally tells you: This is what I saw:
Time drags, the channel boredom set; Frazyl casts a die and allows her fears be met.
Frazyl touches a fire and she is burnt. Frazyl cries for friends that were and even for those that weren't.
Frazyl glimpses a Dragon in the air; but look again, it isn't even there. When all else fails then it is time to go,
when nothing is for real, there is nothing left to know.
You nod at Frazyl and gently fade into the background.
Black Quotid von Bruxa squints intently at Unlucky Charlie.
Frazyl removes her Gypsie mask.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: That was indeed loverly. I wish Gypsie could have been here to cast it for us. Was different.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Poor Charlie
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Next up is Lorelle with Ms. Lorelle's Batty Distractor.
Ms Lorelle is extremely nervous
Mrs Phoibe Belmont encourages Ms Lorelle.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: No need to be nervous. We're all friends here.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Except for Paff and cheeky. They're to contrary to be friends.
Ms Lorelle asks with an Ohulan accent: Everyone Ready?
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
Lorelle squeezes an apple over Unlucky Charlie's head while chanting under her breath.
Closing her eyes Lorelle summons a swarm of baby fruit bats, which circle her. She whispers to them, pointing at Unlucky
Charlie's juice soaked hair.
The fruitbats swoop towards Unlucky Charlie, chittering madly while trying to lick the juice off his hair. He runs
around in circles screaming, "Oh Gods! They're in my Hair! My Beautiful HAIR!".
Unlucky Charlie fidgets uncomfortably.
Unlucky Charlie finally tells you: This is what I saw:
Lorelle squeezes an apple over your head while chanting under her breath.
Closing her eyes Lorelle summons a swarm of baby fruit bats, which circle her. She whispers to them, pointing at your
juice soaked hair.
The fruitbats swoop towards you, chittering madly while trying to lick the juice off your hair. You runs around in
circles screaming, "Oh Gods! They're in my Hair! My Beautiful HAIR!".
Mrs Phoibe Belmont exclaims: Oh noes! I haven't seen Charlie get it that bad since Velma spanked him!
Wee cheeky asks with a Lancrastian accent: what was the name of the trick?
Ms Lorelle says with an Ohulan accent: Ms Lorelle's Batty Distracter
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: I don't know why you were nervous. I thought it was loverly. In fact, I might want a copy of
that.
Ms Lorelle exclaims with an Ohulan accent: Thankyou everyone!
Mrs Phoibe Belmont exclaims: Up next... Well, who could follow that about bats other than Our Batflower? Batflower's
Combat Break. Written and performed by... Batflower!
Wicked Batflower du Sucre takes the stage nervously, and drops it.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre clears her throat.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre says: This is a little addition to Mocking services for groups while waiting for gp
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
Batflower du Sucre summons the sun to give her heat and gracefully gathers this warmth between her hands.
Charming the air to do her bidding, Batflower du Sucre slowly moves her fingers to trace the outline of your body
causing the air to spin around you in undulating waves that caress you from head to toe.
Spiraling her hands, Batflower du Sucre channels her energy to the wind wrapping it in a tight cocoon around you
squeezing every muscle in your body then releasing you again, banishing all tension from you and leaving you relaxed and
strong again.
You are moved to pay her generously then be on your way.
Unlucky Charlie fidgets uncomfortably.
Unlucky Charlie finally tells you: This is what I saw:
Batflower du Sucre summons the sun to give her heat and gracefully gathers this warmth between her hands.
Charming the air to do her bidding, Batflower du Sucre slowly moves her fingers to trace the outline of your body
causing the air to spin around you in undulating waves that caress you from head to toe.
Spiraling her hands, Batflower du Sucre channels her energy to the wind wrapping it in a tight cocoon around you
squeezing every muscle in your body then releasing you again, banishing all tension from you and leaving you relaxed and
strong again.
You are moved to pay her generously then be on your way.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Ok. This is going to be the best part of the evening.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Aunty Paff has decided to be... nice.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Ickle, I hope you're getting this for that paper of yours.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: The next trick is Nemaine's Dark Witching. Unfortunatley she was called away rather last minute
and Our Dear Aunty Paff has agreed to perform the trick for her.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: lawks, Nemaine on'y wanted to make sure it'd be known that if you
don't vote for her, she'll find you an' curse your nose off
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: notte to mention put ickle wiggly things in your bed while you're
asleep
Wee Ickle quietly exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: Oi! Defamation!
Wee cheeky exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: i don't have a nose!
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: well she'll paste one on an' rip it off again!
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
Paff d'Parranoid evokes the power of dark witchery as she walks through the village that dared to disrespect a witch.
Paff d'Parranoid chants ancient curses, each word causing villagers to cringe farther away from her, as she scatters
handfuls of seeds with each step.
Paff d'Parranoid stops in the center of the village and thumps her broom three times. The ground shakes as it bursts
open and shoots of animated vines wrap around villagers and buildings.
The earth ripples as all signs of human habitation are covered by new forest land. Paff smiles as she walks away from
the example of why witches command respect.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Its as if the trick was written for Paff! :d
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid pouts at Mrs Phoibe Belmont.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: our Nemaine's a much meaner hag!
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Well, that was very nice Aunty Paff. And we have that on record.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid goes ooeer.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid looks closely at the meteor.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid beams at Mrs Phoibe Belmont.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont exclaims: I guess it goes to show that cheeky really is the meanest witch... Up next is Aunty Drelia.
With Aunty Derelia's Ego Musical!
Mrs Phoibe Belmont teases Aunty Paff d'Parranoid.
Wee cheeky asks with a Lancrastian accent: wot did i do?
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid agrees with Mrs Phoibe Belmont wholeheartedly.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: you were born, I suspect
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid encourages Aunty Derelia.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: You're just meaner than Paff. She's only second best.
Aunty Derelia says with a Lancrastian accent: This is a trick that I use when I'm depressed.
Aunty Derelia exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: I works pretty well!
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
Derelia starts to chant with a sad voice: 'There are times, I don't feel great, I feel all sad and gloomy. Then all I
need is a treat, And that'd be flattery!'
A joyful music comes from nowhere as Derelia starts to dance merrily around, waving her hat and twirling her broom.
Suddenly, she throws her broom high above her head, where it disappears from view.
Then, standing firmly on her feet, Derelia spreads her arms and starts to chant, singing: 'So all of you please do tell
me, Who the cutest witch would be!' Then she catches her broom on its way down.
Entranced by the music, you go on a dance around Derelia along with the other spectators, then you all point your
fingers at her, singing 'I can swear it taking no risk, The cutest witch of all the disc, Is the wonderful Derelia!'
Aunty Derelia bows.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Up next is Ickle performing Nashina's Divine Interuption.
Wee Ickle runs into the middle excitedly.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid shoos Wee Ickle away.
Wee Ickle quietly says with a Lancrastian accent: This trick is, of course, best presented with no spam at all. But
knowing you folks, you'll just have to be forgiving here. Now, hopefully it works the first time I cast it.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid thinks carefully.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: oh lawks, this one!
Wee Ickle peers at Aunty Paff d'Parranoid.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid holds her ears.
Wee Ickle quietly says with a Lancrastian accent: Roight then.
Wee Ickle wears Caress Of Twilight.
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
^GYELLOW%^Pishe tells Ickle and you: Yeah, we'll even have Gufnork dancing if we can get him to stop being so shy about the whole
thing. Then we'll get Sek to liven things up a bit, eh? Nudge nudge, wink wink.
^GRESET%^ This is all very worrying, especially for yourself and Ickle. Everyone knows Gods can hear you doubting them, and
they'll probably summon and smite thee for it.
^GRED%^Hp: 0 Gp: 0 Xp: 0.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid asks with a Lancrastian accent: now you'll share them colouring tips with the rest of us dearies,
won't you?
Wee Ickle quietly says with a Lancrastian accent: Nope.
Magistrate Nat Belmont snickers at Wee Ickle.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid pouts at Wee Ickle.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Indeed. I never understand colours
Mama Liameria Mortificer grins at Wee Ickle.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: fat lot of respect we get nowadays!
Wee Ickle quietly says with a Lancrastian accent: Oh by the way. The trick was made before Nashina went liaison, but I
couldn't perform it as Nashina for obvious reasons.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: shameless pluggin' of yourself!
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: This trick is called Wee Posogroeno's First Trick.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: And that name is really hard to type. :P
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
Phoibe Belmont strikes a pose and starts mumbling inaudible words. Suddenly she chants at the top of her lungs: 'Er hner
we ner nener ner ner'
Phoibe Belmont's song evokes a picturesque porcelain shop window in Unlucky Charlie's mind.
Unlucky Charlie stares into the void then points at the imaginary shop window and asks: 'Quanti canicula ille in
fenestra?'
Unlucky Charlie fidgets uncomfortably.
Unlucky Charlie finally tells you: This is what I saw:
Phoibe Belmont strikes a pose and starts mumbling inaudible words. Suddenly she chants at the top of her lungs: 'Er hner
we ner nener ner ner'
Phoibe Belmont's song evokes a picturesque porcelain shop window in your mind.
You stare into the void then point at the imaginary shop window and ask: 'Quanti canicula ille in fenestra?'
Black Quotid von Bruxa laughs.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: That was Posogroeno's very first trick. Aptly named I'd say.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: And thats it. Hahaha. Just teasing Caya. Our lastest trick is Caya's Second trick of the
evening. The only witch to submit two tricks this year. Caya with "Caya's Mooing Jamboree" Or Jamborie... I'm
tired.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: O-o I knew it
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: I was put last ^^'
Mrs Phoibe Belmont asks: I didn't do it on purpose?
Mrs Phoibe Belmont really did though...
Goodie Caya HikosaSan exclaims: I decided to make a silly and fun trick because this is my first time entering the Witch
Trials and I wanted everyone to have fun too ^^. Hope you like it!
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
Caya HikosaSan gets into a cute cow costume, determined to show everyone the strength of cowism! She begins to moo in a
mooey moo moo, hoping to enchant the audience.
Caya HikosaSan continues her extremely charming moo with more of her mooooo here and mooing there. It is just so
moosical to your ears that you shed a tear.
Caya HikosaSan moos her unbelievably touching moo, evoking a special moo moo in your heart. You can't help but stand and
moo the moo moo moo too.
Caya sadly ends the moo moo, making you sigh out a moo. You feel that this will be a very moo-ving day as you moo out
happily to the world!
Wicked Batflower du Sucre says: very Moooving
Magistrate Nat Belmont says: I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan moos thankfully to all..
Goodie Caya HikosaSan moos and sadly forgot no periods in souls.
Aunty Derelia can't stop laughing
Magistrate Nat Belmont is feeling quite unmooved by that last trick... oh dear god it's got to me
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid loudly says with a Lancrastian accent: I daresay, I do hope everyone's votin' for Nemaine's trick
Mrs Phoibe Belmont exclaims: Ok everyone. Cast your votes!
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Remember the name of the trick or the witch casting it. Unless you're voting for Frazyl. Then I
need the name of the trick.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont asks: Is everyone done?
Interlude
Mrs Phoibe Belmont exclaims: Ladies and gentlemen... and Paff and cheeky. The ever fashionably late, every witch's best
friend... Geryon!
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Last call for votes.
Black Absinthe exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: Speech, speech!
Black Absinthe winks.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid shakes her head.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid asks with a Lancrastian accent: lawks, a ponsy wizzard speech?
Black Absinthe grins at Aunty Paff d'Parranoid.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: it'd go on for days!
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid complains.
Mistress Kari Kimori coughs.
Geryon Womblesworth says: Never trust a Wizzard... down with the man... struggle for the freedom of repressed peoples...
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Nah. This is Gery, not Gandalf. He's just late.
Geryon Womblesworth asks: Oh, bother... has anyone seen my dried frog pills?
Magistrate Nat Belmont says: ok, off to count again :)
Magistrate Nat Belmont leaves west.
Wee Ickle quietly says with a Lancrastian accent: He'd get hungry by lunch time, Paff.
Geryon Womblesworth asks: I have no prepared speech... erm... mayhaps I could perform some sort of interpretive dance?
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: you'd probably leave a hole in the ground, Geryon
Mrs Phoibe Belmont exclaims: Oooh! Do it! Entertainment while Nat counts votes!
Master Kilstrin Mortificer asks: Maybe mime?
Wicked Batflower du Sucre says: it's tough to go it spamless
Black Absinthe encourages Geryon Womblesworth.
Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly skillfully performs a funky solo on his Conch Shell.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid applauds Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly wholeheartedly.
Mama Liameria Mortificer says with a Lancrastian accent: Do the dance with Ole Charlie, I think he needs something to
cheer him up
Master Kilstrin Mortificer says: Quick, mime. We'll show those buggers back in the university
Geryon Womblesworth pets Unlucky Charlie.
Black Absinthe woos appreciatively at Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly.
Geryon Womblesworth says: and here I am without my mime rifle
Wicked Batflower du Sucre says: hedgehog hedge hog hedgehog
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: we need Nanny!
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
You corner Caya HikosaSan, knowing it is way easier to force her to do things instead of charming her. You laugh very
hard when you see her attempting to hide behind a teacup.
In a blink of an eye, Caya HikosaSan fades into thin air. You wave around madly, trying to find her. You turn around and
see a tiny little white bunny with a small puffy tail and a wiggling pink nose. Awww.... You cuddle the bunny closely.
With an inhuman, maniacal giggle, the bunny takes out an enormous chainsaw(from its top hat) and buzzes off all your
body parts! While licking her tiny lips, the bunny daintily adjusts her bib and takes out her tiny fork and knife...
Unlucky Charlie fidgets uncomfortably.
Unlucky Charlie finally tells you: This is what I saw:
You corner Caya HikosaSan, knowing it is way easier to force her to do things instead of charming her. You laugh very
hard when you see her attempting to hide behind a teacup.
In a blink of an eye, Caya HikosaSan fades into thin air. You wave around madly, trying to find her. You turn around and
see a tiny little white bunny with a small puffy tail and a wiggling pink nose. Awww.... You cuddle the bunny closely.
With an inhuman, maniacal giggle, the bunny takes out an enormous chainsaw(from its top hat) and buzzes off all your
body parts! While licking her tiny lips, the bunny daintily adjusts her bib and takes out her tiny fork and knife...
Aunty Derelia asks with a Lancrastian accent: aw, did I miss the time to vote?
The midday sun peeks out from behind a cloud.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre says: that's my favorite one, Caya
Mama Liameria Mortificer eeps at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid encourages Aunty Derelia.
Geryon Womblesworth says to Aunty Paff d'Parranoid: I'd not make a hole.. I'd make a HOLE
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: I think you did, you could tell Nat though :P
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: hehe.. decided I should make new for new trials though ^^
Results are in
Magistrate Nat Belmont arrives from the west.
Magistrate Nat Belmont says: Ok, counted all the votes
The black and tan beagle sniffs curiously at one of the pieces of grey-edged writing paper.
The black and tan beagle tries to eat it.
Master Kilstrin Mortificer eeps.
Magistrate Nat Belmont says: And I regret to inform one of you that Fish the mynah bird is actually rather dead right at
the moment, so your vote didn't count.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: who won!
Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly listens carefully.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre applauds Magistrate Nat Belmont wholeheartedly.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan cheers for his amazing patience. at Magistrate Nat Belmont.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont giggles lightly at Magistrate Nat Belmont.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid agrees wholeheartedly.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan cheers for his amazing patience too at Magistrate Nat Belmont.
Magistrate Nat Belmont scratches his head.
Geryon Womblesworth says: I can say, with authority, that I, in fact, did not win.
Geryon Womblesworth nodnods.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan giggles at Geryon Womblesworth.
Magistrate Nat Belmont says: I'm leaving it up to Phoibe to make all the announcements about who won.
Magistrate Nat Belmont grins.
Frazyl exclaims: Granny of course!
Mama Liameria Mortificer asks with a Lancrastian accent: This is an outrage! Why didn't Geryon win!?
Monna agrees with you wholeheartedly.
Master Kilstrin Mortificer asks: Did my vote not count for anything?
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid agrees with Master Kilstrin Mortificer wholeheartedly.
Sister Monna asks with a Lancrastian accent: But who was second after Granny?
Geryon Womblesworth says: 'cos my trick would have involved 'ye olde disappearing pyes'
Wicked Batflower du Sucre says: Geryon of course
Master Kilstrin Mortificer says: Obviously you need more than one vote to win, Geryon
Master Kilstrin Mortificer apologises to Geryon Womblesworth.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid waits for Nemaine to win.
Frazyl says: Ah yes, second after Granny is more difficult.
Geryon Womblesworth grins at Master Kilstrin Mortificer.
Geryon Womblesworth shuffles his feet in embarrassment.
Winners for Patriotic tricks
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Ok. We'll start with the patriotic theme. Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Third place after granny goes too... Velma! With her Animated Admonition. Mrs Phoibe Belmont exclaims: Second Place after granny goes to... Caya! With her Dance of Rubbish! Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: And Everyone else, this is rather unprecedented you all -tied-. Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: So everyone is a winner in this category. Aunty Paff d'Parranoid asks with a Lancrastian accent: and first place's Nemaine, right? Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: First place is Granny.
Interlude (bis)
Geryon Womblesworth asks: Can my vote be purchased now? Geryon Womblesworth ponders. Geryon Womblesworth says: I vote for Kilstrin Geryon Womblesworth points at Master Kilstrin Mortificer. Wicked Batflower du Sucre exclaims: that means Geryon did win! Geryon Womblesworth says: ooh Black Absinthe plies Geryon with promises of pye. :d Master Kilstrin Mortificer says: Your pie is on it's way Master Kilstrin Mortificer says: But it may be half eaten Geryon Womblesworth asks: The prize wasn't, by chance, a pie? Master Kilstrin Mortificer says: Or better yet, all eaten Geryon Womblesworth asks: Ah... the old 'pye is in the maile', eh? Geryon Womblesworth hums. Geryon Womblesworth buries a small stick deep within the ground. Aunty Paff d'Parranoid waits. Master Kilstrin Mortificer ponders pie inna pie. Geryon Womblesworth holds a carved bone aulos in his left hand and right hand. Geryon Womblesworth serenades the black and tan beagle with a simple shepherd's lullaby on his carved bone aulos. The black and tan beagle sniffs curiously at one of the pieces of black-edged writing paper. The black and tan beagle tries to eat it. Geryon Womblesworth puts the carved bone aulos in the hessian sack. Goodie Caya HikosaSan giggles at the black and tan beagle.
Prizes for Patriotic tricks
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Since you got the most votes, Caya, you get first choice of prizes. You can choose a
Permalight, a Grflx scale (both generously donated by Calosal) or a quilt (donated by Andrew)
Goodie Caya HikosaSan asks: what is a quilt?
Geryon Womblesworth says: or a pye
Wee Ickle grins.
Magistrate Nat Belmont says: A blanket I think.
Magistrate Nat Belmont grins.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: a quilt
Goodie Caya HikosaSan boggles at the concept.
Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly says with a Lancrastian accent: Nice bit of furniture
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: eep.. no more space in my room
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Hand made blanket.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: ummm..
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: permalight then ^^'
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid cheers enthusiastically at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont gets a red and blue necklace from a pocket in a deep orange silk satchel.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: lawks, that's my Caya!
Mama Liameria Mortificer cheers enthusiastically at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Coyote applauds Goodie Caya HikosaSan wholeheartedly.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont gives a red and blue necklace to Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre applauds Goodie Caya HikosaSan wholeheartedly.
Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly claps his hands.
Black Absinthe wuffles Goodie Caya HikosaSan affectionately.
Magistrate Jeanie cheers enthusiastically at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan wears a red and blue necklace.
Master Kilstrin Mortificer cheers enthusiastically at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: thankie much ^_^
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Velma! You have the choice of a Grflx scale armour, or a quilt
Velma says with a Lancrastian accent: I haven't got a house yet, so I'll take the scale
Mrs Phoibe Belmont pokes Magistrate Nat Belmont.
Magistrate Nat Belmont exclaims: Oh, whoops!
Magistrate Nat Belmont removes the black backpack, the red robe, the sapphire-studded sword belt and the dagger scabbard
so he can remove the Grflx scale.
Magistrate Nat Belmont wears the black backpack, the red robe, the sapphire-studded sword belt and the dagger scabbard.
Magistrate Nat Belmont gives a Grflx scale to Velma.
Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly cheers loudly.
Velma says with a Lancrastian accent: thanks
Wee Ickle rolls around on the floor laughing at Magistrate Nat Belmont.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre applauds Velma wholeheartedly.
Magistrate Nat Belmont says: Forgot I was wearing the prize.
Black Absinthe applauds wholeheartedly.
Magistrate Nat Belmont grins.
Velma removes an old black cloak, a black backpack, two dagger scabbards, a small satchel and a short sword scabbard so
she can wear a Grflx scale.
Velma wears an old black cloak, a black backpack, two dagger scabbards, a small satchel and a short sword scabbard.
Velma peers carefully at a Grflx scale.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Everyone else, gets a quilt.
Mama Liameria Mortificer chuckles.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: I wanna see the quilt!
Coyote applauds Velma wholeheartedly.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan giggles at Magistrate Nat Belmont.
Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly agrees wholeheartedly.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: hahahahhaha
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Er... Andrew forgot to mail it.
Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly pouts.
Mama Liameria Mortificer laughs.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan asks: how do you cut a quilt?
Magistrate Jeanie laughs with Magistrate Nat Belmont.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: But everyone else gets one.
Master Kilstrin Mortificer says: Convenient...
Mama Liameria Mortificer says with a Lancrastian accent: He's online now
Mama Liameria Mortificer exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: Let's gettem!
What magistrates thought of Patriotic tricks
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Now lets hear what our Magistrates thought.
Geryon Womblesworth grins.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: there's no such thing as Lancre Magistrates
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid peers.
Magistrate Nat Belmont nods at Magistrate Jeanie.
Magistrate Jeanie says with a Lancrastian accent: As the currently present Magistrates of Ankh-Morpork, Nat and I
decided unanimously that Caya's patriotic trick about Ankh-Morpork was not only the only entry of its kind, but
also without any doubt the best one, too.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre cheers enthusiastically at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre applauds Goodie Caya HikosaSan wholeheartedly.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid smirkles at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Mama Liameria Mortificer chuckles at Magistrate Jeanie.
Magistrate Jeanie exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: So in addition to the prize you got already, here is a trophy for
you!
Magistrate Jeanie cheers enthusiastically at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Ms Lorelle cheers enthusiastically at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Magistrate Jeanie offers to give a pewter trophy to Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Geryon Womblesworth woos.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid cheers enthusiastically at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Aunty Derelia cheers enthusiastically at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Oooooooooh. Shiny. I'm jealous.
Black Absinthe applauds Goodie Caya HikosaSan merrily.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid peers.
Coyote cheers enthusiastically at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: gahhh was on the phone
Goodie Caya HikosaSan asks: what happened?
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid giggles at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid asks with a Lancrastian accent: wot's the trophy look like?
Magistrate Nat Belmont laughs.
Black Absinthe grins.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre laughs at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Magistrate Jeanie laughs.
Geryon Womblesworth asks Goodie Caya HikosaSan: what's a phone?
Magistrate Nat Belmont says to Goodie Caya HikosaSan: You won.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan is out of breath..
Goodie Caya HikosaSan sweats.
Geryon Womblesworth ponders at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Aunty Derelia cackles at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: you gotta accept yer prize, dearie child o' mine
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid nudges Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Magistrate Jeanie gives a pewter trophy to Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: ooooer thankie and sorrry for delay
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: was my parents' very important call.. had to run all the way downstairs into the yard to
give them the phonecall
Goodie Caya HikosaSan opens the pewter trophy.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: for all those who were curious: This is an attractive trophy cup, made from the finest
pewter and polished to a high sheen. The perfect award for high achievement in any field, this would instill pride
and satisfaction in any owner. It has two large curved handles for displaying it to cheering crowds, and a
convenient lid for holding all the champagne in.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre says: thank you, caya was trying to look at it
Master Kilstrin Mortificer asks: What does it say on it?
Goodie Caya HikosaSan closes her eyes and raises her trophy above her head. Something about her messianic pose looks a
little silly.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: that works out better
Goodie Caya HikosaSan reads the pewter trophy.
Mama Liameria Mortificer grins at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre nods at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Winners of Free Style tricks
Mrs Phoibe Belmont exclaims: And now the free style event!
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Fourth place, after our Esme, is... Lorelle! And she thought she was too little.
Black Absinthe cheers enthusiastically at Ms Lorelle.
Wee Ickle cheers enthusiastically at Ms Lorelle.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid cheers enthusiastically at Ms Lorelle.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Actually, that should be third place after our Esme. My mistake
Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly cheers enthusiastically.
Mama Liameria Mortificer cheers enthusiastically at Ms Lorelle.
Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly congratulates Ms Lorelle.
Master Kilstrin Mortificer cheers enthusiastically at Ms Lorelle.
Ms Lorelle exclaims with an Ohulan accent: Woo!
Sister Monna cheers enthusiastically at Ms Lorelle.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre cheers enthusiastically at Ms Lorelle.
Frazyl cheers enthusiastically at Ms Lorelle.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan cheers enthusiastically at Ms Lorelle.
Ms Lorelle runs around madly crying with happiness.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont exclaims: And second place, after Granny of course, a tie! Nemaine and Batflower!
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid cheers enthusiastically.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid applauds wholeheartedly.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan exclaims: whooo!
Black Absinthe bingles happily.
Wee Ickle goes WOOOOO-HOOOOO!
Geryon Womblesworth cheers enthusiastically at Wicked Batflower du Sucre.
Black Absinthe cheers enthusiastically.
Coyote cheers enthusiastically.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre says: woo best company
Frazyl cheers enthusiastically at Wicked Batflower du Sucre.
Magistrate Jeanie cheers enthusiastically at Wicked Batflower du Sucre.
Aunty Derelia and Mama Liameria Mortificer woo.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: lawks, only half of yer'll be gettin' a cursing from our Nemaine,
I s'spect
Magistrate Jeanie cheers nemaine.
Ms Lorelle cheers nemaine, at Wicked Batflower du Sucre.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre exclaims: I voted for her...really I did!
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid giggles.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan cheers enthusiastically at Wicked Batflower du Sucre.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid applauds wholeheartedly.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: now our Nemaine shan't be an angry bugger
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid asks with a Lancrastian accent: wot does she win?
Magistrate Jeanie agrees with Goodie Caya HikosaSan wholeheartedly.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: Since our Nemaine aint'n here... Batflower you have first choice in your award. I have a Flat
cap, donated by Geryon and Opal, A Bronze Helm or a Tea Set, made and donated by Elauna.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: can I choose for Nemaine? :P
Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly chuckles.
Mama Liameria Mortificer smirks.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says to Aunty Paff d'Parranoid: No.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid pouts at Mrs Phoibe Belmont.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre says: woo a helm please
The afternoon sun peeks out from behind a cloud.
Coyote congratulates Wicked Batflower du Sucre.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont gets a bronze helm from a pocket in a crude string bag.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont gives a bronze helm to Wicked Batflower du Sucre.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre thanks Coyote.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre laughs.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont asks Ms Lorelle: You get second dibs. Flat cap or Tea set?
Ms Lorelle laughs.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre puts the bronze helm in the hessian sack.
Ms Lorelle asks Mrs Phoibe Belmont with an Ohulan accent: Ummm, May I have the flatcap please?
Mrs Phoibe Belmont gets a flat cap from a pocket in a deep orange silk satchel.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont gives a flat cap to Ms Lorelle.
Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly claps his hands loudly.
Ms Lorelle woos.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan exclaims: whooo!
Ms Lorelle puts the flat cap in a pocket in the large backpack.
You gaze into the crystal ball and see:
Paff d'Parranoid airs out her thoughts.
While you're stunned by the amount of ideas inside her head, Paff d'Parranoid dings you 'round the ears with her broom.
You curse wildly at her.
With a cackle, she rides off into the sunset.
Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly woos.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont leers at Aunty Paff d'Parranoid.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid sparkles brightly at Goodie Caya HikosaSan.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid adores Goodie Caya HikosaSan lovingly.
Brother Drought leaves west.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid wuffles Mrs Phoibe Belmont affectionately.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid gazes into Old Mother Dismass' crystal ball.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre cuddles Aunty Paff d'Parranoid.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: lawks, nemaine'll get wot she wants anyhow
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid nods wisely.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre says: she always does...;)
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says to Velma (clear as day): Where's that trick. Paff needs an animated admonition.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: she likes teasets an' those prissy things
Ms Lorelle grins.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre nods.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid panics at Mrs Phoibe Belmont.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid cowers in a corner.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont puts the fine ivory teacup in a pocket in the crude string bag.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid cheers enthusiastically.
Velma suddenly steps out of the foreground next to you.
Velma gets a large round stone from a pocket in a Lancrastrian black cotton dress with lace edging.
Wicked Batflower du Sucre applauds all.
Velma puts the large round stone up to her ear and listens intently.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: oi'll be sure to send her a mail, then
cheeky thanks everyone who was there and everyone who performed this year :)
Wee cheeky goes to sleep in Aunty Paff d'Parranoid's bed.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid asks with a Lancrastian accent: is this busyness all done?
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid beams at Wee cheeky.
Velma gives a large round stone to Aunty Paff d'Parranoid.
Mrs Phoibe Belmont says: First place winners will get 10 royals each. Second place will get five. Third 3. All entries
will be getting one royal.
Black Absinthe bings happily at Wee cheeky.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid puts three large round stones up to her ear and listens intently.
Goodie Caya HikosaSan says: whoooo
Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly whistles appreciatively.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid begins to stare with great concentration at a large round stone.
Epilogue
Mrs Phoibe Belmont exclaims: Thank you all for coming to the 2008 Lancre Witches' Trials. Go away! Ms Lorelle exclaims with an Ohulan accent: Nice! The bubble around Mistress Kari Kimori flickers slightly. Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly laughs. Mama Liameria Mortificer cheers all. Beatus Tarzan Nimbly Bimbly waves. Black Absinthe bings happily. Master Kilstrin Mortificer cheers enthusiastically. Black Absinthe tips her hat stylishly. Wicked Batflower du Sucre says: but no door? I was counting on a door... I have a cat flap and no door Black Absinthe waves. Magistrate Jeanie cheers enthusiastically. Aunty Paff d'Parranoid stops staring at the large round stone. Dust falls from her hand. Aunty Paff d'Parranoid bounces around. Someone waves happily. Aunty Paff d'Parranoid exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: off t'send a mail! Frazyl goes fall asleep for 24h. Aunty Paff d'Parranoid applauds Mrs Phoibe Belmont wholeheartedly. Aunty Paff d'Parranoid says with a Lancrastian accent: good job our Phoibe Paff d'Parranoid wuffles Nat Belmont, Derelia, Jeanie, Kari Kimori, Phoibe Belmont, Kilstrin Mortificer, Lorelle, Caya HikosaSan, Anton Flavoured Jam, Klowtchly, Monna, Velma, Batflower du Sucre and you affectionately. Kilstrin Mortificer waves to Paff d'Parranoid, Nat Belmont, Derelia, Jeanie, Kari Kimori, Phoibe Belmont, Lorelle, Caya HikosaSan, Anton Flavoured Jam, Klowtchly, Monna, Velma, Batflower du Sucre, Unlucky Charlie and you. Magistrate Jeanie exclaims with a Lancrastian accent: A great even, thanks for organizing it all!
- The End
