((I'll give our side a nudge and see if we can't be around a bit more. A lot of us were working on leveling and a couple minor storylines with the Alliance Branch. Should balance out again soon!))
AAMS Jingle
The two figures in white-and-gold waited patiently for Troubadour Night to begin. One was short and chubby, while the other was tall and willowy. Derscha Kettlebomb, courier of the AAMS, and Arietha, its newest recruit, watched the people trickle in.
A small package sat between them, with explicit instructions to deliver after the performers were finished. Since no one knew exactly how long the event would last, there was no choice but to arrive early and watch the entire show.
So Derscha sat in the audience, and, she was fond of doing, hummed to herself to pass the time.
She never really noticed the way no one sat next to them.
Nor the number of people who, upon seeing their uniforms, abruptly turned away, deciding that they'd rather not risk the chance the gnome was there to sing.
You just don't tempt fate like that.
A small package sat between them, with explicit instructions to deliver after the performers were finished. Since no one knew exactly how long the event would last, there was no choice but to arrive early and watch the entire show.
So Derscha sat in the audience, and, she was fond of doing, hummed to herself to pass the time.
She never really noticed the way no one sat next to them.
Nor the number of people who, upon seeing their uniforms, abruptly turned away, deciding that they'd rather not risk the chance the gnome was there to sing.
You just don't tempt fate like that.
<<I'm only on during nighttime these days, usually after 8:00, so if you've any westcoasters like that, you should be able to find Z chain-running dungeons somewhere in outland. On the plus side, I have a nice pale suit almost all picked out for transmogging... also, 300+ gold to TMog my hat? Those ethereals are getting reallllll fancy with their prices I think...>>01/30/2012 08:19 PMPosted by Andelia((I'll give our side a nudge and see if we can't be around a bit more. A lot of us were working on leveling and a couple minor storylines with the Alliance Branch. Should balance out again soon!))
(( THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE!!))
Kezrin hated her memory.
It was useful, as a courier, to be able to memorize anything she heard, as long as she was paying attention. It saved a lot of paper.
Unfortunately, it also worked occasionally on things she didn't want to remember.
For instance, she could remember The Jingle.
In its ENTIRETY.
Every single note and nuance, both in Orcish and Common.
And now, thanks to the Festival, it was stuck in her head again.
"Lost in a foreign land, where you don't understand..."
She sighed, and hummed along. If she was going to suffer, so was everyone around her!
.
((bumpin' for Hordies at the Spring Festival!))
It was useful, as a courier, to be able to memorize anything she heard, as long as she was paying attention. It saved a lot of paper.
Unfortunately, it also worked occasionally on things she didn't want to remember.
For instance, she could remember The Jingle.
In its ENTIRETY.
Every single note and nuance, both in Orcish and Common.
And now, thanks to the Festival, it was stuck in her head again.
"Lost in a foreign land, where you don't understand..."
She sighed, and hummed along. If she was going to suffer, so was everyone around her!
.
((bumpin' for Hordies at the Spring Festival!))
Edited by Kezrin on 4/1/2012 10:30 PM PDT
*bumping* To the top!
Azurick Bloodreaver sat quietly in the Modas sanctuary, copying some notes. His lips twisted into a dark grin as he finished making his calculations. His research was about to pa-
His hearthstone began to chime with the jingle of the AAMS messenger service. He stared down at the stone, listening for a moment. The dark heads of the Sanctuary turned to regard the stone as the jingle continued for a minute or two. "Hmm, hmm, hmmm, hmm ,hm. Anytime, Annnnywhere." He smiled at the stone. Perhaps he would give his test subjects a day off. He was no longer in a scientific mood. Perhaps a picnic was in order.
((That song was freakin amazing.))
His hearthstone began to chime with the jingle of the AAMS messenger service. He stared down at the stone, listening for a moment. The dark heads of the Sanctuary turned to regard the stone as the jingle continued for a minute or two. "Hmm, hmm, hmmm, hmm ,hm. Anytime, Annnnywhere." He smiled at the stone. Perhaps he would give his test subjects a day off. He was no longer in a scientific mood. Perhaps a picnic was in order.
((That song was freakin amazing.))
Make it stop!... This is some type of gnomish torture... I can't get it out of my head!!!
((well done :) ))
((well done :) ))
Edited by Noikona on 1/18/2013 12:41 PM PST
Spriggel had been receiving so much feedback from so many interesting people for so many weeks. It seemed that everytime she took some time off to just settle down, calm down, cast a line and do a little quiet fishing, she would begin humming the jingle. To herself. And, it seemed, to everyone who's hearthstone was tuned in.
People were asking things like: Did she have to? When would it stop? Were her fishing schedules posted somewhere? and other questions such as these. Apparently, many people out there were wanting to tune in whenever Spriggel fished to hear that catchy tune and having her fishing schedule posted would assist them in not missing it.
Well, to the consternation of many, she had to tell them that her fishing times weren't scheduled; they just came along whenever she felt the urge. So, it would be Russsian roulette on whether they would get their daily jingle dose.
People were asking things like: Did she have to? When would it stop? Were her fishing schedules posted somewhere? and other questions such as these. Apparently, many people out there were wanting to tune in whenever Spriggel fished to hear that catchy tune and having her fishing schedule posted would assist them in not missing it.
Well, to the consternation of many, she had to tell them that her fishing times weren't scheduled; they just came along whenever she felt the urge. So, it would be Russsian roulette on whether they would get their daily jingle dose.
A year! A whole year! It hardly seemed like it.
Such a milestone deserved a special way to celebrate it, but much to Derscha's consternation, the various vendors she contacted weren't able to accommodate her needs. The hour was drawing close, and still, her plans were being stymied.
And that was when she remembered the chickens. Of course! They would be easy enough to enchant, and it was an agreed upon fact that people loved chickens. She even had a few chicken contacts, after the whole cat-chicken fiasco. A few calls later, and the AAMS was once again swamped in feathered freight.
"Hmm, this is going to take a few days, isn't it?" she asked, watching her couriers scramble around the office in an attempt to crate the chickens. "Now who to send them to..." she wondered. "Oh, well, do I own a hat or not?"
It was late in the day, but she soon had the first round of singing chickens sent off to a list of AAMS clients. She couldn't wait to hear how much they loved the free gift.
Such a milestone deserved a special way to celebrate it, but much to Derscha's consternation, the various vendors she contacted weren't able to accommodate her needs. The hour was drawing close, and still, her plans were being stymied.
And that was when she remembered the chickens. Of course! They would be easy enough to enchant, and it was an agreed upon fact that people loved chickens. She even had a few chicken contacts, after the whole cat-chicken fiasco. A few calls later, and the AAMS was once again swamped in feathered freight.
"Hmm, this is going to take a few days, isn't it?" she asked, watching her couriers scramble around the office in an attempt to crate the chickens. "Now who to send them to..." she wondered. "Oh, well, do I own a hat or not?"
It was late in the day, but she soon had the first round of singing chickens sent off to a list of AAMS clients. She couldn't wait to hear how much they loved the free gift.
The Orcess frowned, she didn't like this abomination. The thing sang, and oh did it sing! She hated the singing! She hated the whole thing!
The things beak was open, its mouth was agape! So.. she did the only thing reasonable, and stashed it in her cape!
The Orcess grinned, the beastly creature was pinned. And down came the enchanted maces, straight from the Toralite bases!
She planned and she plotted, then crammed wrote somewhat blotted.
explosives she did plant, To reduce this gnome to the size of an Ant!
a friendly letter, To show who was the better.
And the peices of the creature. It would make an exciting feature.
The things beak was open, its mouth was agape! So.. she did the only thing reasonable, and stashed it in her cape!
The Orcess grinned, the beastly creature was pinned. And down came the enchanted maces, straight from the Toralite bases!
She planned and she plotted, then crammed wrote somewhat blotted.
explosives she did plant, To reduce this gnome to the size of an Ant!
a friendly letter, To show who was the better.
And the peices of the creature. It would make an exciting feature.
A chicken.
A clucking, molting, squealing chicken.
And it was singing. Singing that jingle. That insidious jingle. The one that had saved her life in one very twisted battle in the Warsong Gulch, and proceeded to earworm her for months afterward.
Tyr couldn't. Get it. Out. Of her head.
And now, it was coming. FROM A CHICKEN.
In despair, Tyrynna faceplanted on the mailbox, her new gift clucking and singing away.
"WHAT is the world coming to!?"
((Ohgid. It's in. My head. AGAIN.))
((CAN'T. STOP. HITTING. REPLAY.))
A clucking, molting, squealing chicken.
And it was singing. Singing that jingle. That insidious jingle. The one that had saved her life in one very twisted battle in the Warsong Gulch, and proceeded to earworm her for months afterward.
Tyr couldn't. Get it. Out. Of her head.
And now, it was coming. FROM A CHICKEN.
In despair, Tyrynna faceplanted on the mailbox, her new gift clucking and singing away.
"WHAT is the world coming to!?"
((Ohgid. It's in. My head. AGAIN.))
((CAN'T. STOP. HITTING. REPLAY.))
Edited by Tyrynna on 1/24/2013 11:09 AM PST
((Okay now this is funny :) ))
((At this point I'm not sure what I find more hilarious. The fact that the AAMS is sending out anonymous chickens that sing that infernal jingle, or peoples' reactions to that fact here.))
A surprising number of AAMS employees owned their own set of high quality earplugs, Gerthi discovered. A little bit of wheedling soon procured her own pair, giving her relief from listening to the clucking chorus of chickens every time someone mentioned the jingle.
Therefore, she felt more than heard the large boooooom moments before water splashed across the front windows of the office. She bolted out the door to see what catastrophe had befallen Booty Bay.
A dozen drenched residents of Booty Bay stood in shock on the boardwalk just outside the building. In the center, looking over the edge of the boardwalk and into the water, was a thoroughly soaked figure in clinging white robes and a drooping white hat.
"Miss Derscha? You be okay?"
The gnome started to answer soundlessly, and Gerthi quickly removed her earplugs.
"-surprise. Bah." Derscha sighed heavily, absently ringing out a sleeve. "This uniform is ruined."
"What happened?"
"Had to get rid of a package rather quickly, so I threw it into the first place that came to mind." She wriggled a few fingers at the water. "Just in time, too, judging by that explosion. Sorry! The AAMS will pay for that!" She smiled apologetically at the other victims of the watery shock wave.
"Someone sent a bomb?"
"Aye. Hazard of the job, I'm afraid." Derscha giggled. "I wonder what grade explosive that was. From the size of the package, and the blast radius of the water-"
Gerthi replaced the earplugs, leaving the gnome to do her calculations in blessed silence.
Therefore, she felt more than heard the large boooooom moments before water splashed across the front windows of the office. She bolted out the door to see what catastrophe had befallen Booty Bay.
A dozen drenched residents of Booty Bay stood in shock on the boardwalk just outside the building. In the center, looking over the edge of the boardwalk and into the water, was a thoroughly soaked figure in clinging white robes and a drooping white hat.
"Miss Derscha? You be okay?"
The gnome started to answer soundlessly, and Gerthi quickly removed her earplugs.
"-surprise. Bah." Derscha sighed heavily, absently ringing out a sleeve. "This uniform is ruined."
"What happened?"
"Had to get rid of a package rather quickly, so I threw it into the first place that came to mind." She wriggled a few fingers at the water. "Just in time, too, judging by that explosion. Sorry! The AAMS will pay for that!" She smiled apologetically at the other victims of the watery shock wave.
"Someone sent a bomb?"
"Aye. Hazard of the job, I'm afraid." Derscha giggled. "I wonder what grade explosive that was. From the size of the package, and the blast radius of the water-"
Gerthi replaced the earplugs, leaving the gnome to do her calculations in blessed silence.
Harkan approached a nearby mailbox, noticing there was a small package with his name on it. Upon opening it he found a small chicken staring up at him, clucking a very familiar tune.
"Oh no... not another one!"
Looking around for someone in need of a singing chicken, he sat it next to a nearby Forsaken who was occupied with some mechanical device.
"Here, just say the sound that a bell makes and the chicken will give you something!"
Harkan quickly walked away from the confused Forsaken, anxious to meditate and clear his head.
((This is really catchy! I just hope it's not stuck in my head all day long >.>))
"Oh no... not another one!"
Looking around for someone in need of a singing chicken, he sat it next to a nearby Forsaken who was occupied with some mechanical device.
"Here, just say the sound that a bell makes and the chicken will give you something!"
Harkan quickly walked away from the confused Forsaken, anxious to meditate and clear his head.
((This is really catchy! I just hope it's not stuck in my head all day long >.>))
Edited by Kegfist on 1/25/2013 9:21 AM PST
The death knight actually giggled, even as her maces slammed into another mantid, cracking its carapace and sending shards flying. It's not that Bhayne found combat particularly funny, but add a singing chicken and for some reason, the whole thing turned hilarious.
"Anytime, Anywherrreeee!" she belted out as she finished off the last of the bugs. "Okay, no more singing, Clucking One," wiping the bug parts off her face. "I gotta get some stuff done."
"Anytime, Anywherrreeee!" she belted out as she finished off the last of the bugs. "Okay, no more singing, Clucking One," wiping the bug parts off her face. "I gotta get some stuff done."
((Haha, oh my, that was awesome Dershcha. Absolutely love it!))
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