The Needlehole Mysteries

Amarië wrote:Eldo, you really should post soon or we will claim these characters and refuse to give them back, they are awefully fun to play with!

I love that you guys are helping give them life! And you might be a bad influence because you're encouraging future stories to be more suggestive and flirtatious.

bwahahahaha!!!

By the way, I really like your drawings, Amarie! I didn't know that you drew.

I used to draw a bit, but now I don't seem to find the time.

NOOOOOOOOORC! I miss our fanfic, we must think of something new!

Hopefully Eldo posts more soon, I am sure we will find something to drag out of context and proportion.

oh... yeah.. maybe i should start this time

Sorry guys, I had meant to start writing as soon as the semester was over but whatever I caught (I think it's the flu) has been really kicking my ass.

understandable.. well not really. I never get the flu...

Its the post exam crash more like. its pretty normal if irritating. I remember it well

Yeah, could be. The same thing happened to my brother and it took him about a week to get completely over it. I'm on day five now so it should be almost gone...

Exams can be really stressful. It's not unusual to get sick when you finally have the time to relax a bit. Survival tactics perhaps.

He just needs some buckie and he will be fine.

Norc wrote:oh... yeah.. maybe i should start this time

I am on it.

Yey!

erm.. title? (Edit: Amarie snuck in and added the title)

Sgt Ringo put his toothbrush in his mouth as he tortured out the last bit of toothpaste. He had argued with this particular toothpaste for a month now. Now that pony cart expenses weren’t covered by the police office and his paycheck still remained rather low, he had to cut down on several things in his life to make the wheels turn. Alongside the toothpaste, he’d cut down on hair gel (which meant his hair wasn’t as groomed as it used to be and with all those curls it was an utter mess. The DI had pestered him a couple of time to “look proper at work”), he’d only been at the gym twice a week and lost four pounds (agent Nora had even put up a motherly tone and asked if he was feeling alright). It was either this or facing superintendent Elthir, and frankly, Ringo didn’t really like him. To be honest, he was rather scary. And he had put Eldo in jail once… His paycheck was of Fjordianlandian standards, which was okay, but everything in Forumshire was so bloody expensive. But trying to convince Elthir that he was underpaid wasn’t something he was eager to do. He might be sent home. So he simply was saving money for his own ride. And God help him.

Where will this one go? I love reading these.

I'm not feeling quite as sick anymore so now that Christmas is past I should be back to writing in the very near future.

*giggles*
Oh poor Ringo, what are we going to do with you this time?

Ringo had been checking the employment section in the News of the Pure and the notification board by the town hall.

Bouncer at the Much and Duck didn’t really appeal to him much. It was sure to be in conflict with his current job and his own moral standards. Besides, he needed his beauty sleep. But of course, the barmaids…

Assistant eel handler (“Flexible hours, must have a firm, but gentle grip and a healthy back.”) at mrs Figg’s did seem to have his name on it, though Eldo might feel he was invading his turf, so to speak.

Then there was towel boy at Ally’s esoteric bubble baths and poetry. He didn’t know what that might actually mean, but her business was doing very well.

Pony express rider for the Forumshire mail service, Newspaper collector for Ambassador Amarië... she had worn out three men this last month alone but Ringo was fairly certain he was strong enough to handle it. Then he shuddered slightly and read on.

Carrot controller at Dave’s farm, Evil Hench Man at We-ve-got-nothing-to-do-with-Odo Inc…

He ran his hand through his unruly hair and frowned. He had to choose something soon, he really wanted his own set of wheels with a some decent horse power in the front. And he really wanted some hair gel.

where to go from this, some of the jobs seems rather fun to play with

He could try them out and see how long he lasts.

'Carrot controller at Dave’s farm, Evil Hench Man at We-ve-got-nothing-to-do-with-Odo Inc'

this makes me miss Turembar.

Ringo first tried out as pony express rider for the Forumshire mail service, which really meant that he was Amarië’s personal mailman as forumshire inhabitans seldom got any mail and the newspaper only came out on special occasions (and then probably late). Though what little post the average citizen of Needlehole got, Amarië certainly made up for it. The mail-pony had been changed with a (terribly) large shire horse in order to pull the amount of newspapers, magazines, scrolls and letters and god knows what from the post office at the railway station, up the hill and to the ambassadors respectable (and very impressive) estate. Not to mention Ringo had to carry it all inside for her. He had to get up in an inhuman hour every day and the workout really made up for the cut down to the gym.

For some reason he didn’t want all of Needlehole to know about his extra job, especially Eldo and Nora, so he had asked Amarië to not mention it to anybody. The man at the post office must have been a relative of Petty because he was just gone. His brain melted away on post glue and a liver about the size and shape of a walnut. Amarië had promised to keep the job between the two of them, although Ringo was a bit skeptical at first. He knew how easy women could blab out stuff or eagerly tell secrets, but then he remembered how tricky and carefully she had been with her information when he and Nora had interrogated her, so he had taken her word for it.

Though the job turned out to be the death of him. Since he only ate oats-porridge he was so low on energy and losing a lot of weight, he hardly could function at the police office or at his so-called part time job. The part time job turned out the be a more or less all-time-consuming job as Amarië got him to do all sort of errands. He once had to go down to the shop and hoard tampons. When he’d met Orwell at the store he’d asked who they were for. In the bewilderment he’d said Nora, and utterly regretted it. “Those are rather large..” Orwell had said thoughtfully “and I saw her buying lots of them just a week ago…” “Heavy one” Ringo had said knowingly and hurried off. He hoped Nora never found out or she would probably kick him so hard he would feel his balls tickling his adam apple.

No, he had to find a way to quit this job, only the thought of rejecting Amarië wasn’t very tempting. He understood wholeheartedly why the mailman was so frequently changed.

*dies* Poor Ringo!

Mrs Figg wrote:this makes me miss Turembar.

You can play with us? The more the merrier crazier!