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[The view: what appears to be a large metal goblet of some kind sitting in The Bay. Judging by how the water only seems to be covering up the very bottom, it must be huge. Massive, even. At least 20 feet tall.
A voice speaks, accompanied by flashes of light from somewhere behind it. It sounds vaguely masculine, but also elderly and fussy. You can easily imagine it belonging to someone who owns a second hand bookstore and putters about in carpet slippers and a robe.]
Hello? Helloooooo?
This is most unfortunate timing. We only had another 142 years before the ritual was complete. Where are we?
[A second voice cuts in. This one sounds like a woman. An impatient woman who probably beats people up for a living.]
That's not going to get any one to listen to us. You've gotta put the fear of me in 'em. Like this:
HEY! ALL OF YOU! WHOEVER DRAGGED US OUT HERE BETTER DRAG US BACK OR I'LL GOUGE YOUR EYES OUT! I'M WARNING YOU I'M REALLY GOOD AT GOUGING!
You know you don't have fingers anymore, right?
Shh! Don't interrupt me when I'm posturing!
This is all doomed to tears. I can feel it now.
A voice speaks, accompanied by flashes of light from somewhere behind it. It sounds vaguely masculine, but also elderly and fussy. You can easily imagine it belonging to someone who owns a second hand bookstore and putters about in carpet slippers and a robe.]
Hello? Helloooooo?
This is most unfortunate timing. We only had another 142 years before the ritual was complete. Where are we?
[A second voice cuts in. This one sounds like a woman. An impatient woman who probably beats people up for a living.]
That's not going to get any one to listen to us. You've gotta put the fear of me in 'em. Like this:
HEY! ALL OF YOU! WHOEVER DRAGGED US OUT HERE BETTER DRAG US BACK OR I'LL GOUGE YOUR EYES OUT! I'M WARNING YOU I'M REALLY GOOD AT GOUGING!
You know you don't have fingers anymore, right?
Shh! Don't interrupt me when I'm posturing!
This is all doomed to tears. I can feel it now.
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...sort of. You may have to be a drunk chalice; a bit tipsy. It will not be an entirely upright journey. I need to know whether you can endure imbalance.
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It'll make a huge mess.
Even more for it.
<Action now!>
[Lo and behold, here he comes, in his dormant 2-star.]
All right, let's see if I can hoist you. Here I go!
[Ted remembers to lift with his legs. After some back-breaking effort, he manages to get it a little off the ground, but there's no way he's making it all the way to the park. He sets it down and pants.]
"Huff...puff...sorry, thought it was worth a try."
<nothing to see here>
Use your new-found strength wisely, Ted. It won't last forever.]
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My word!
What do they feed you people out here!?
My bad, lost track of thread. orz
"Let's away, haha!" Enjoying this far too much, Ted trot out the Cup from The Bay, very grateful that the cavern was high enough. It was not yet evening, and Ted got many strange looks as he hoisted the Chalice the necessary distance. A very colorful ant with a very curious prize. Somehow he just knew he would make it there without, say, accidentally spilling it and crushing the innocent.
In a time almost too short to properly enjoy, he makes it to a wide open space in the park. The crowds dutifully part, amazed at what they saw, as Ted takes the opportunity to plant the Chalice in its proper, or at least better, home.
The crowd felt the vague yet sure intimations of a great work well done, like the labors of Hercules, and clapped dutifully. Ted suddenly became shy, feeling this surge of honor not entirely appropriate for him. If this were a performance, he felt as though he should be the stage magician, disappearing as suddenly as he came. Before he did, he posed a question of contentment.
"Hah, hah...will this do?"