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Hortan's Obsession
It wasn’t always easy being the youngest in the guild. Hortan sometimes felt like he was missing out on something. He was starting to wonder why it seemed like only his uniforms had issues in the laundry. His pants would come back suddenly 3 inches shorter, his white shirts a feminine shade of pink and all of his sockes were now mismatched. To top it all off he was certain the mandatory TGFT beanie was rubbing a bald spot on his head. Life was hard and he was thrilled when he discovered if he waited until the wee hours of the night he could seek sanctuary in the main common room. After a particularly hard day Hortan had found it near impossible to sleep. While he knew it was technically a violation of the probationary member curfew he decided that he needed to relax.
Hortan had been sitting in his happy place, watching the video screen for several hours when there was a commotion in the hallway. The noisemakers were obviously a bit tipsy and were trying to shush each other with loud “SHHHHHHHHH!” This got Hortan's attention, as he was usually the only one up at this time of the night. Hortan quickly turned off the video screen and tried to sink down into the cushions hoping they wouldn’t notice him. Moda and Lambin came in with Vardonx laughing about something. Hortan tried to will himself into a chameleon so so could turn the same shade of brown as the couch. His efforts to remian hdden were in vain; Vardonx and Lambin flopped down on the couch on either side of Hortan and stopped laughing after a few seconds.
The two looked at Hortan and Lambin cocked one eyebrow "Hortan isn’t it way past your bedtime?”
Hortan desperately looked around hoping to find a good enough reason to be breaking curfew. He spied the corner of a magazine under a pile of papers of the coffee table and snatched it up saying “well I found a really good article in here that I just had to read.”
Lambin’s eyebrow went even higher “Which one? “Xithrocite Green is the New Black” ” or "10 New Ways to Avoid Eye Shadow Disasters”?
“Well, um, I thought it would be good to know something to talk to women about…” Lambin started to reach for the remote so Hortan added. “So what's so funny?”
“Nothing.” Snapped Moda.
Lambin burst into laughter “He fell off a bar stool, when he was trying to order a drink. Then he walked out of the bar and tripped over a stray cat and into a pile of garbage bags. Not only that, but in front of over twenty pilots, including two pirates.”
“Its not that funny.” said Moda as he rummaged through the cabinets looking for something to eat.
“It wouldn't be if it was in front of a miner or just TGFT, but everyone else, that's different.” said Vardonx, getting up from his place and heading towards the fridge with a takeout box.
“So uh, what's in the box?” asked Hortan, looking at it in hope.
“Cake.” said Vardonx, putting it in the fridge.
“We had lots extra.” said Moda.
“Can I have some?” asked Hortan quickly.
“Sure there's a piece for everyone in there.” said Vardonx,
Hortan eagerly got up to get himself a slice. “Mmmmmm” he mumbled after he shoveled in the first mouthful.
“What are you doing up?” asked Moda, after a few minutes of silence.
“Hum, I was bored.” said Hortan as he suddenly found it difficult to swallow. He could barely choke out the words.
“Here ya go.” said Vardonx handing Lambin a drink, and sitting back down. “Thanks.” he said in a yawn. “You know I didn’t think we could have had a better time tonight.”
Vardonx squinted his eyes and cocked his head as he looked at Hortan. Something was a bit off but he could not put his finger on it. “Hey, Lambin pass me the remote. Hortan, why exactly are you up at four in the morning?”
“Is this the question for. . . . wait….why where YOU out until four in the morning?” Hortan nervously replied.
Vardonx set down the remote on the arm of the sofa “Well after the party we went to a club, where Moda apparently met some people.”
“Dang, I have to tell Ecka . . .” Moda began
“Tell me what?” asked Ecka walking into the room, carrying an ore ledger under one arm.
“Morning. Commander” said Hortan quickly.
Ecka looked at the young recruit and asked “What are you doing up?”
“Watching TV.” said Hortan nervously. He could hear his own heart beating in his chest and he mouth felt dry.
“Well, Ecka, I ran into a few old mates.” said Moda as he leaned over to pick up the remote.
“Like who?” asked Obsidian walking in. "Does everyone have an early flight today like me?" As she noticed the young recruit she turned to him “Hortan, why are you up?”
“I . . ah…….” said Hortan as sweat ran down his face. His heart raced even faster as he saw Moda aiming the remote at the screen.
Without turning on the TV, Moda tossed the remote onto the coffee table. “As I was saying, Broma-Ba and Cree.” Obsidian reached for the discarded remote and Hortan frantically began looking for a way to escape.
“What is going on with all this noise?” Surbius yawned as he entered the room. He did a quick survey “Why wasn’t a form 34B-345A Request for pre breakfast gathering for more than four guild members” filled out? And why is Hortan up without a form 23C-3 “request for curfew exemption”?”
Hortan was going out of his mind, his secret area, his retreat was being invaded and he had to find a way to break free. The strain was too much “I WAS WATCHING PORN! Are you all happy?!” yelled Hortan.
There was dead silence.
Slowly the other guild members drifted away until there was only Hortan left holding the remote.
With a sigh he leaned back into the couch and turned on the screen. I’d rather have them think I was watching porn then find out I was into Disney’s “The Little Mermaid” and he began to sign along “under the sea….”
Hortan had been sitting in his happy place, watching the video screen for several hours when there was a commotion in the hallway. The noisemakers were obviously a bit tipsy and were trying to shush each other with loud “SHHHHHHHHH!” This got Hortan's attention, as he was usually the only one up at this time of the night. Hortan quickly turned off the video screen and tried to sink down into the cushions hoping they wouldn’t notice him. Moda and Lambin came in with Vardonx laughing about something. Hortan tried to will himself into a chameleon so so could turn the same shade of brown as the couch. His efforts to remian hdden were in vain; Vardonx and Lambin flopped down on the couch on either side of Hortan and stopped laughing after a few seconds.
The two looked at Hortan and Lambin cocked one eyebrow "Hortan isn’t it way past your bedtime?”
Hortan desperately looked around hoping to find a good enough reason to be breaking curfew. He spied the corner of a magazine under a pile of papers of the coffee table and snatched it up saying “well I found a really good article in here that I just had to read.”
Lambin’s eyebrow went even higher “Which one? “Xithrocite Green is the New Black” ” or "10 New Ways to Avoid Eye Shadow Disasters”?
“Well, um, I thought it would be good to know something to talk to women about…” Lambin started to reach for the remote so Hortan added. “So what's so funny?”
“Nothing.” Snapped Moda.
Lambin burst into laughter “He fell off a bar stool, when he was trying to order a drink. Then he walked out of the bar and tripped over a stray cat and into a pile of garbage bags. Not only that, but in front of over twenty pilots, including two pirates.”
“Its not that funny.” said Moda as he rummaged through the cabinets looking for something to eat.
“It wouldn't be if it was in front of a miner or just TGFT, but everyone else, that's different.” said Vardonx, getting up from his place and heading towards the fridge with a takeout box.
“So uh, what's in the box?” asked Hortan, looking at it in hope.
“Cake.” said Vardonx, putting it in the fridge.
“We had lots extra.” said Moda.
“Can I have some?” asked Hortan quickly.
“Sure there's a piece for everyone in there.” said Vardonx,
Hortan eagerly got up to get himself a slice. “Mmmmmm” he mumbled after he shoveled in the first mouthful.
“What are you doing up?” asked Moda, after a few minutes of silence.
“Hum, I was bored.” said Hortan as he suddenly found it difficult to swallow. He could barely choke out the words.
“Here ya go.” said Vardonx handing Lambin a drink, and sitting back down. “Thanks.” he said in a yawn. “You know I didn’t think we could have had a better time tonight.”
Vardonx squinted his eyes and cocked his head as he looked at Hortan. Something was a bit off but he could not put his finger on it. “Hey, Lambin pass me the remote. Hortan, why exactly are you up at four in the morning?”
“Is this the question for. . . . wait….why where YOU out until four in the morning?” Hortan nervously replied.
Vardonx set down the remote on the arm of the sofa “Well after the party we went to a club, where Moda apparently met some people.”
“Dang, I have to tell Ecka . . .” Moda began
“Tell me what?” asked Ecka walking into the room, carrying an ore ledger under one arm.
“Morning. Commander” said Hortan quickly.
Ecka looked at the young recruit and asked “What are you doing up?”
“Watching TV.” said Hortan nervously. He could hear his own heart beating in his chest and he mouth felt dry.
“Well, Ecka, I ran into a few old mates.” said Moda as he leaned over to pick up the remote.
“Like who?” asked Obsidian walking in. "Does everyone have an early flight today like me?" As she noticed the young recruit she turned to him “Hortan, why are you up?”
“I . . ah…….” said Hortan as sweat ran down his face. His heart raced even faster as he saw Moda aiming the remote at the screen.
Without turning on the TV, Moda tossed the remote onto the coffee table. “As I was saying, Broma-Ba and Cree.” Obsidian reached for the discarded remote and Hortan frantically began looking for a way to escape.
“What is going on with all this noise?” Surbius yawned as he entered the room. He did a quick survey “Why wasn’t a form 34B-345A Request for pre breakfast gathering for more than four guild members” filled out? And why is Hortan up without a form 23C-3 “request for curfew exemption”?”
Hortan was going out of his mind, his secret area, his retreat was being invaded and he had to find a way to break free. The strain was too much “I WAS WATCHING PORN! Are you all happy?!” yelled Hortan.
There was dead silence.
Slowly the other guild members drifted away until there was only Hortan left holding the remote.
With a sigh he leaned back into the couch and turned on the screen. I’d rather have them think I was watching porn then find out I was into Disney’s “The Little Mermaid” and he began to sign along “under the sea….”
By far the best ending to any RP story...
Nice Work Obs.. lol
-Lambin
Nice Work Obs.. lol
-Lambin
Haha well done! That was quite a clever excuse for Hortan to bust out, I wouldn't have thought he had it in him...
It's good to see you writing again!
It's good to see you writing again!
Across the universe in Latos Mining, LeberMac snored as "The Little Mermaid" played on his cheap 3" vidscreen. As he slept, he mumbled out the words...
"...everyting's betta, down where it's wetta, under de sea! ..."
"...everyting's betta, down where it's wetta, under de sea! ..."
hahaha oh wow
XD
DAMN, cant stop singing it now!
WRYYYY?!?!?!?!
XD
DAMN, cant stop singing it now!
WRYYYY?!?!?!?!
The ancient miner leaned back in the big chair , the comfort of his small but luxuriously appointed quarters supporting the aches of his ancient frame. He took a sip of the best whisky space could provide and drew deeply on hand rolled smoke and enjoyed the darkness.
The sound proofing was total , anechoic numbness.
He spoke softly to the apartments computer : the audio streamed quietly through the speakers .
ah , drunken revelry at a bar, a curry mislaid , a laugh at a shared joke , the best laid plans of mice and men.......Lives lived rather than endured ........
Silence is golden , but the sounds of friendship are sublime.
The ancient one drifted into a satisfied sleep ......
The sound proofing was total , anechoic numbness.
He spoke softly to the apartments computer : the audio streamed quietly through the speakers .
ah , drunken revelry at a bar, a curry mislaid , a laugh at a shared joke , the best laid plans of mice and men.......Lives lived rather than endured ........
Silence is golden , but the sounds of friendship are sublime.
The ancient one drifted into a satisfied sleep ......
I am not worthy....
I grovel at your feet, well once I am finished laughing! I will have to say point, set and match Obs! Best that happened in a month:)
-Hort
I grovel at your feet, well once I am finished laughing! I will have to say point, set and match Obs! Best that happened in a month:)
-Hort
Now, THIS should be pinned! :-D