Let The Countdown Begin!

[Mouse]

My family...got around, so it is quite possible. In all seriousness, if any of you share blood with Henry, Clark, Carlock (Gerlach)(pesky Germans), McGowan, Galloway, or Martin...then yes, you ARE related to me...I just assume you  are anyways if you are from Northern Arkansas...Our Martins, McGowans, and Galloways OWN that part of the state.

[Rani Zemirah]

Actually... I was referring to the genus Pack Rattus...

[Mouse]

So you have met my family then?! Rani, we hail from the Ozarks....We know a thing or two about being pack rats and how.

[Rani Zemirah]

So you should have plenty of great stuff for a garage sale!!!

I rest my case...   

[Dracconia]

Well it appears I am being kidnapped and taken to TRF on All Hallows Weekend....so ...well I guess I will be seeing you all there!!!!

[Mouse]

MY GOOD PEOPLE! VERILY I SAY UNTO YOU THESE WORDS THAT SHALL RING FORTH FROM THE MOUNTAINTOPS LIKE THE WAILING AND GNASHING OF TEETH THE LIKES WOULD ONLY BE HEARD IF TEACH'S CUP SHOULD EVER RUN DRY! *it's evil, that portend*

Mouse, that louse of a mouse presents to you the unequivocal, undeniable,(meant to be read fast) "unnn-believeable for all you people out here that still have crafts to finish, projects to muster out, metal to get out by first light (Looking at you Breandan) and lots of other loose ends and whatnots to fluster about and run around in a tizy to only stop for the occassional and rueful interruption by real life and sip on a nice spirit or two before calming down enough to read that this asinine post was originally made ,before being hijacked by Mouse's misplaced sense of humour, to mark the.."  *gasps for air*  OFFICIAL...

Two!

Week!

Mark! before Faire

14 days...*and the peasants rejoiced*

[Breandan]

Fraser's gunna be ticked

Shortsword blade's done, just need to manufacture fittings. I may have someone cast a bronze anthropomorphic hilt, but still not sure.

[Mouse]

Fraser of Lovatt?

This is what I have to say to Fraser of Lovatt.

I am Mouse. Who is this manner of Mouse? He lives for a sigh, he dies for a kiss, he lusts for the laugh, ha! He never walks when he can leap! he never flees when he can fight (thud) oop! He swoons at the beauty of a rose. And he quotes The Court Jester when it behooves him!

False bravado gone...my apologies please. *scurries away*

[Rani Zemirah]

The Great Giacomo is gonna kick your @$$ when he finds out you've been stealing his lines...

[Mouse]

Ah...he's just a jester, what can he do *reaches to take a draft of his brew that is true...wait, was it the vessel with the pessel or the flagon from the palace, er, with the dragon....* *sets drink back down*...Not a thing I tell you. *looks around nervously*

[Rani Zemirah]

The pellet with the poison could be anywhere at this point... and if I were you I'd be reeeeeeaaaly careful of any suspiciously tasty looking cheese right now, also!!! 

[Mouse]

It's okay. I have already consigned myself to death by Guinness cheese..or a nice brie, if I were to die by any kind of cheese. It's more the 8 foot long, 6 foot high spring loaded mouse traps loaded with these assorted goodies I should be wary off...just a taaaad out of place if you ask me. I will play the part of all three, the Duchess, the Doge, and the Duke, I shall dive, duck, and dodge!

[Rani Zemirah]

But I thought the Duchess only had a touch of the rheumatism?  After all, she's 83, you know?!?

Still, scoff if you dare, but remember... a jester unemployed is nobody's fool! 

[Laird Fraser of Lovatt]

*shakes head...face palm*

How can i be mad at someone that just got scr*wed outta coming to the greatest faire there is?

*sigh*

The wheel turns as it will... if the Fates decree that you shall attend, Sir Mouse, then i still look forward to raising a pint with you.  If not, then, until we meet...

14!!  Come on, sluggards!  Get yourselves ready!

[Mouse]

It is more than likely I shall attend the last weekend, all three days even. One weekend is better than none and I am in total agreement, THE best faire ever. But, I shall relinquish back to you your countdown...I mean, you have been chipping at this for 85 days after all. *hands Fraser back the sceptor of faire subtractability* Use it to brain the next person who dares usurp your countdown.