Script Dangles

Everyone, I apologize so much for my continued absence. My current situation is just...horrible. To be honest, I'm pretty much depressed and morose all the time right now. I realize I'm constantly holding up the game right now...so I'm going to bow out. I thought I could keep going on like nothing happened, but I now realize that was pretty naive. Best of luck to everybody involved. And I'm sorry. SD

I've noticed that nobody (except HackTune) has followed up my last post yet. I ended it so that everybody could chime in with their thoughts, if they wanted to. Did nobody want to say anything? Should I keep going? SD

I'm sorry I darkened the mood of our game. Here's a fun little video that should brighten things up again! It's horse hockey!!! SD

"Please, if you have any information contact myself or any of the staff immediately so we can put this matter to bed. It is my job to make sure that every student is accounted for and taken care of. Now, with that being said, please to be aware of the sign ups for the Horse Hockey Team tryouts, they will be held soon." He looked around the dining hall half hoping that the young mare would be within the ranks of the students. "You may all go back to your classes, and please, any information, anything at all, let a teacher, staff, or myself know immediately. That is all." Greyhoof turned and started down the platform and through a side door. Students were chattering as they started to leave the dining hall heading back to their classes. Professor Mirror stood behind and to the left of the Headmaster. Cloaked in his shadows, it was difficult to say he was even there at all. Carefully, he listened to what he had to say. If you have any information.... He imagined the young mare that had vanished. In his mind's eye, she swam in the soothing blue and green ocean within the sphere in his desk. Then he imagined his Queen. He could almost hear her laughter echoing in his ears. The sound of it sent a shudder up his spine, like the legs of spiders, crawling up the center of his back. The Headmaster's words died from the air in the dining hall. The Professor's horn shimmered gently and he ceased to exist. ...when he stepped from the shadows once more, he was in his room again. The mirror in the corner was covered with its dust cloth. The artifact was hidden away in his desk. Neither was nearly as harmless as they seemed to be. He needed to speak to his fellow Professor again, Turner. He needed to know how much he truly understood about the danger at hand. And for his part, Smoking Mirror needed to decide if he actually intended on stopping it. * @@HackTune, @,@@Summer Breeze, 'maybe, I'm not sure yet. since we have most afternoons off, we have a lot of spare time. but I'm not a real athlete' summer said to hacktune, then she turned her face to flearia 'how about you, shall we all join the hockey team together?' then summer saw professor dangles in the hallway 'hello mister dangles, is the class going to start? what are we going to talk about today?' summer said to him. she was happy to have english now, it was her favorite subject and proffessor dangle was her favorite teacher to is that because he gives my favoirte subject or because of an other reason? summer thought by herself. The Professor entered the classroom behind all of the students, closing the door behind him as he did. He wasn't far enough behind them that he couldn't hear their conversation, though. And what he heard from the young, pretty pegasus at the front of his class made his smile. He didn't bother to hide it a bit. "A real athlete, hm?" he asked her. "I'm not so sure I've ever met one of those before. I've just met ponies who like to have fun playing sports." He gave her a little wink. "Please...don't let your inexperience or what you think might be a lack of ability hold you back from joining the team. This will be the first year the University's had a horse hockey team -- and it's much more important that we build a tradition of having fun before we worry about winning. And as for the experience and ability part...just let your coach handle that," he chuckled. He took up a position in front of the class, his eyes sweeping across all of them. "Now, before we get started today, I want to talk a little bit about Headmaster Greyhoof's message," he said, his tone growing serious. "I want each and every one of you to know that -- even above the classes I teach here at the school -- it's absolutely vital to me that every student in attendance at the University can feel secure in their safety. I realize that many of you are magically inclined," he looked briefly upon Flearia next to Summer Breeze. "Many of you are quite powerful and capable. But I also want you to know that you have my solemn promise that I will protect every single one of you, no matter what it takes. So if any of you are frightened or worried that something might happen to you...please. You can come to me at any time and I'll do what's necessary to make sure you're safe." He sighed slightly. "Okay," his smile returned. "Now that that's out of the way, let's begin our lesson..."

Oh, don't feel bad, Summer. You had no way of knowing. SD

Thank you for the kind words, Stardust. However, much like Professor Dangles, I don't like being late. I should be able to keep up, going forward. Besides, I think it might be a nice distraction. I think I could use that, right now. SD

Flearia, Unfortunately, they are. My house seems very, very empty, right now. Also: I just posted. Again, my apologies for everyone that was waiting for me. SD

The professor stopped halfway in through the doorway. He'd been furious with himself for being late. All he'd wanted was a quick drink of water...and being so new to the University, he'd managed to get himself lost along the way. Now, everything was a mess. Class was starting, the Headmaster was talking over the intercom.... He hated being late. It wasn't like him at all. He expected his students to be on time; it was a terrible example to set for them. If he was only better with magic, he could have just whisked himself away, popped in right next to his desk with a sly smile. But no. He was going to be late. All the students were standing up from their chairs, getting ready to go down to the dining hall. Script just sighed. He followed them on their way.

Everyone, Please forgive my absence. Late Monday evening, my wife was involved in a very bad car accident. I have been very busy making hospital, and now, funeral arrangements. I'm attempting to work on my post right now. Your friend, SD

Posting tonight! SD