Elanthian Elementary School This Pseudo-Log is by no means finished. I've decided to put up the few Pseudo-Logs I have loitering about, waiting to be finished. In this section of text, we have some popular Elanthian personalities (and, as this is unfinished, it's by no means complete. I fulled expect to have a LOT of people pop into this) in a Kindergarten environment. The first 'act' of this I've written is the first part of a Playground scene. I plan to finish this 'act' and move on to an art project and nap time. Tee hee. On to the show... [First Grade, Playground] Chaoticly punctuated with a variety of recreational structures, sandboxes and sturdy iron cages, the field behind the school is well equipped to provide endless enjoyment for the young student body. Children run around a field speckled with a veritable rainbow of flowers in a game of some sort utilizing a ball to the south. Just east of the field rises a lone tower of spiraling iron bars. You also see a small log fort, a black sand filled box, and Miss White the teacher. Also here: five-year-old Armaxis, five-year-old Truekillr, five-year-old Fremie and five-year-old Amadeus Obvious paths: south, southeast. > Fremie points at Armaxis. > Fremie laughs out loud! > Amadeus giggles. > Armaxis exclaims, "Ssstop! Leave me alone, thisss inssstant!" > Truekillr throws back his head and howls! Truekillr cackles! > Armaxis pouts. > Fremie exclaims, "Armaxis talks funny!" > Amadeus sings: "Armaxis has a Li-isp! Armaxis has a Li-isp!" > Truekillr laughs out loud! > Armaxis exclaims, "Yeah, well at leassst I don't play with dollsss!" > Amadeus frowns. > Fremie chuckles at Amadeus. > Amadeus exclaims, "I do not!" > Armaxis says, "You jussst wait.. when I grow up.. I'm going to be ssso powerful.." > Truekillr rolls his eyes. > Amadeus does his best to conceal a lace-trimmed silk bard doll. > Fremie glances at Amadeus. > Fremie asks, "Whatcha got there, Amadeus?" > Amadeus gulps. > Amadeus says, "Oh, nothing." > >se [First Grade, Tower of Fun] The ground here is sparsely covered with thin blades of grass, large patches worn away by repeated trampling by the playing students. A tower of iron bars, as thick as dwarf's wrist, spirals upward beside a nearby tree. You also see a swing hanging from a high branch and a colorful sign. Also here: five-year-old Mnar, five-year-old Hadiar Obvious paths: northwest. > Mnar flies past you swiftly on the swing, grinning with glee! > Hadiar grumbles. > Hadiar says, "You should let me on the swing." > Mnar blinks at Hadiar. > Mnar asks, "Why?" > Hadiar says, "Because it's my swing and I'm better than you." > Hadiar tilts his head back. > Mnar hops off the swing, unsteady on his feet a moment before gravity sets back in. > Mnar says, "Okay." > Mnar goes over to the tower. > Hadiar glances at a swing hanging from a high branch. > Hadiar pretends not to notice a swing hanging from a high branch. > >go tower [Tower of Fun, Ground] The ground level of the tower gym is fairly nondescript. Dirt serves as its floor, small foot prints mark the dusty ground at random. Iron rungs surround you, reaching high enough that the neighboring tree's branches poke through the bars at places. Also here: five-year-old Mnar who is lying down Obvious exits: out. > Mnar stands up. > Mnar climbs the rungs and vanishes in the shadows above. > >out [First Grade, Tower of Fun] The ground here is sparsely covered with thin blades of grass, large patches worn away by repeated trampling by the playing students. A tower of iron bars, as thick as dwarf's wrist, spirals upward beside a nearby tree. You also see a swing hanging from a high branch and a colorful sign. Also here: five-year-old Hadiar Obvious paths: northwest. > Hadiar glances at you. > Hadiar hops off the swing, unsteady on his feet a moment before gravity sets back in. > Hadiar clears his throat. > >l at sign Drawn in ill-matching colors of ink and sprinkled with a generous portion of red glitter, the sign garishly announces: Strasnuffur's Towerr Curious, all the 'r's seem to be backwards. > Hadiar says, "You saw nothing." > >go tower [Tower of Fun, Ground] The ground level of the tower gym is fairly nondescript. Dirt serves as its floor, small foot prints mark the dusty ground at random. Iron rungs surround you, reaching high enough that the neighboring tree's branches poke through the bars at places. Obvious exits: out. > >climb bar I could not find what you were referring to. >climb rung You grab a hold of the rungs and hoist yourself up! > [Tower of Fun, Higher] Below you is the uncompromising ground which promises certain booboos should you slip and fall. The bars close in slightly tighter in their upward twisting, leaving more to be climbed. The rungs leading down are easily reachable in the event of a fire drill or end of recess. You also see a picture tied to a bar and a picture tied to a bar. Also here: More to come...