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|The Mansion of E - Tuesday , June 7 , 2011||[[At the lower edge of the Mansion's Sneech den.]] / Sylvester: "Another". So.. we met a Sneechnode already, and I told you what I know about them. / Mortimer: Yes. / [[Closeup of the nearest Sneechnode.]] / Mortimer: And.. from what you said.. I don't think it's one of the really dangerous ones. / Sylvester: So we're going to edge past it? / Mortimer: I don't think we have much choice. Rosemary? / Rosemary: You're asking my opinion? / Mortimer: Of course. / Rosemary: While I would like to talk to Tand again if we can work it into the schedule.. I agree right now we should proceed. / Mortimer: OK then..|
|The Mansion of E - Wednesday , June 8 , 2011||[[At the edge of the Mansion's resident Sneech colony. Mortimer inches by the Sneech-growth which is blocking most of the passageway.]]
|The Mansion of E - Thursday , June 9 , 2011||[[At the lower edge of the Mansion's Sneech den.]] / Mortimer: Rosemary? / Rosemary: Yes? / Mortimer: This may seem like an irrelevent [sic] question, but you're sure the.. Tand.. was a gal? / [[Outline showing closeup of Tand's face.]] / Rosemary: That was the overwhelming impression I got when I looked into her eyes. / Mortimer: I see. / Mortimer: I'm asking cuz... I'm weighing my options here. Do I want to go into a Sneech den.. / Mortimer: Or.. / [[Sylvester points at Mortimer.]] / Sylvester: Ah! Or.. or does he want to go deal with a /new/ strange and dangerous woman? / Rosemary, smiling: I see.|
|The Mansion of E - Friday , June 10 , 2011||[[Entering the Mansion's Sneech den. Mortimer turns suddenly towards Rosemary, putting the glowgem in her face. Sylvester walks past behind them.]] / Mortimer: Oh, hey.. Rosemary, look, I d- / [[He turns his attention to Sylvester.]] / Mortimer: Sylvester, where are you- / Sylvester: Couple steps forward. / [[One of the smaller Sneech-growths in the corridor.]] / Sylvester: I want to get a slightly closer look at those Sneech-things. / Mortimer: Oh. / [[Mortimer stares ahead, lost in thought.]] / Mortimer: Well. Anyway.. Rosemary. Again maybe this isn't the best time, but.. No. Sylvester's right, as usual. / [[Rosemary stares at the glowgem, entranced. Oblivious, Miortimer continues to talk.]] / Mortimer: I mean about me and women. sigh. / Mortimer: This is hard. I just.. / Sylvester, looking at the growths: It's not hard at all. I /remember/. Women find you completely irresistible. / Rosemary: !!!|
|The Mansion of E - Saturday , June 11 , 2011||[[At the lower edge of the Mansion's Sneech den. Mortimer is unknowingly mind-zapping Rosemary with his glowgem/umbrella. Sylvester is looking at the path ahead.]] / Mortimer: Sylvester, that's not.. It's not like I'm Ace. / Rosemary: !? / Sylvester: Ace? / Mortimer: But I get into these relationships, and.. everything goes wrong. Like with Olga. That just.. groan.. / Sylvester: Oh. Right. Ace. / [[Mortimer gets focused and intense.]] / Mortimer: This time.. I want.. things have to work out. Rosemary.. I hope we can be friends, but there will not be even a /sliver/ of, of doubt or uncertainty about our relationship. / Rosemary: !!! / [[Rosemary is now completely entranced. Sylvester turns back around]] / Mortimer: Strictly, ya know.. business. And if Yasmine does come back... there's not going to be /anything/ standing between us. / Rosemary: ..!.. / Sylvester: Yasmine?|
|The Mansion of E - Sunday , June 12 , 2011||Narration: Previously, between subShafts / [[Cully and Tuttle are in front of a collection of labelled arrows.]] / Cully: OK, no. Stop. Enough. /Why am I here?/ What do you and this "mystery boss" of yours /want/ from me? / Cully: If you're plotting some scheme against Nevus, and you're trying to drag me in too- / Tuttle: No, Cully. / Tuttle: This isn't about Nevus. Or Guttle, or Agita. They've just managed to claw their way to the top of the pile we've all been heaped in. / Cully: Then /who?/ Or is that some big secret, too? / Tuttle: It /is/ dangerous, but I'll tell you. God. / [[Tuttle points upward.]] / Cully: . . . God. /God/ is some eccentric dribblesnout who sits off somewhere counting his digits! / Tuttle: What you say may very well be true. But it's not all that he is or does. / Tuttle: The tyrant manipulates us from on high, and my "Boss" plans to cast him down.|
|The Mansion of E - Monday , June 13 , 2011||[[The lower edge of the Sneech den. Rosemary has been accidentally brain-zapped by Mortimer's glowgem. Mortimer obliviously turns to Sylvester, and shines the gem into his eyes.]] / Mortimer: Yes, Yasmine. I /told/ you about her! / Sylvester: Oh. Yes. The Weirdo Guild.. operative. / Mortimer: She's n- What's wrong? / Sylvester: That thing's really.. distracting. / Mortimer: . . . Huh. OK. Sorry. Good thing you noticed that.. / [[He turns back to Rosemary, who has woken up again.]] / Mortimer: So. Rosemary.. what I was just saying.. we're.. on the same page? / Rosemary: What? Yes! Of course. Our relationship is strictly business! / Mortimer: OK. Good. So. Here's what we do- / Sylvester, from off-panel: Before you decide that,something's wrong..|
|The Mansion of E - Tuesday , June 14 , 2011||[[At the edge of the Mansion's Sneech den.]] / Mortimer: What is it? / Sylvester: Well, I say "wrong", but.. I've.. been down here before, haven't I? / [[Outline of Frederick giving a "Sneech lesson" to a young Sylvester and Rufus.]] / Sylvester: Maybe not this exact spot.. but this Sneech den? / Mortimer: Yes. Uncle Frederick gave you lessons. He offered all of us, but.. Rufus was the only one who ever went.. / Sylvester: Anyway. I'm not sure what, but something has /changed/. / Rosemary: I have an observation.. / Mortimer: Yes, Rosemary? / [[Closer view of one of the nearby Sneech-growths.]] / Rosemary: When we encountered that "Sneechnode" in the Ettinworks,, Sylvester stated that normally they change and move. Just like that one, none of these are active.|
|The Mansion of E - Wednesday , June 15 , 2011||[[At the edge of the Mansion's Sneech den.]] / Sylvester: Yes. You're right, Rosemary. No movement is a change. But.. there's something else.. I can't remember... yet, I hope. / Mortimer: OK. In spite of that, we're still going on. / Mortimer: Rosemary, did Sylvester talk to you about "the Sneech rules"? Even I learned those. / Rosemary: Yes, he briefed me on the subject. / [[Stylized outline of path through Sneech den.]] / Rosemary: Stay on the path. Keep moving. Avoid eye-contact. If a Sneech directly gives you anything, accept it but then discard it at the first safe opportunity. / Mortimer: Um.. yes. Right. Good. / [[They proceed., with Rosemary pushing on Sylvester.]] / Mortimer: You.. get all that, Sylvester? / Sylvester: I hope I knew what I was talking about. / Mortimer: Again, you usually do. Let's go. / Rosemary: Also again, you heard the man. Move.|
|The Mansion of E - Thursday , June 16 , 2011||[[Rosemary, Sylvester and Mortimer walk among the growths which line their current corridor, deeper into the Mansion's Sneech den. Mortimer's glowgem takes the light with them.]] / [[Darkness falls. One of the growths moves slightly, as if watching them leave.]]|
|The Mansion of E - Friday , June 17 , 2011||[[Skradt and Comshaw walk through the Basement. A notice on the wall reads TIME HALL, with an arrow pointing in the direction they walk.]] / [[They pass through Time Hall, past the Ettin-fountain which currently spews something unpleasant looking.]] / [[They approach the front entrance of Root Hall. An empty desk stands beyond the open archway. Large Tree-branches stand on either side.]] / Skradt: I hate this place. Normal Eyebolts are annoying. The ones here are /weird/. / Comshaw: Now now, as a poker, their glowgems are as shiny as anyone else's.|
|The Mansion of E - Saturday , June 18 , 2011||[[In the entrance chamber of Root Hall. Skradt points at an unoccupied desk.]]
/ Skradt: Aren't we gonna ring the gong and wait for-
/ Comshaw: I have acquired Class Six status.
/ Comshaw: And so, /this time/, we can skip past a couple of steps. / [[They approach one of several doors. A sign above it reads 6-UNROOTED.]]
/ Skradt: Class /Six/?!
/ Skradt: But.. you work for.. with.. the Council ! Agita gave /you/ Class Six? / [[Comshaw bangs on the door with his stick.]]
/ Comshaw: As much influence as she has Rootside, in this area Agita is not the sole arbitrator.
/ Comshaw: I strongly suspect she /was/ able to keep me from being granted Class Seven.
|The Mansion of E - Sunday , June 19 , 2011||Narration: Previously, between subShafts / [[Cully and Tuttle are standing in front of a collection of cryptically-labelled arrows which point in various directions.]] / Cully: Fine, it doesn't matter whether I believe any of this. Once again. What do you /want/ from me? / Tuttle: First off.. I can't and won't force you to do anything. Whatever happens, I'll send you back to 44f. / Tuttle: Tho the trip won't be much fun, I'm afraid. / Tuttle: What I want, what.. "the Boss" wants.. what needs to be done, evidently, is for you to take something with you when you go. / Cully: "Evidently"? / Tuttle: sigh.. / Tuttle: Along with the Boss, there's another guy.. hopping around. /Unlike/ the Boss, he just showed up recently. Call him.. the Sage. He's been.. annoyingly helpful. / Tuttle: And he said we had to set all this up. And you have /no idea/ how much work it took to get you here in this way. / Tuttle: I had to convince the subShafts to get levers pulled /all over/ the zarking place.|
|The Mansion of E - Monday , June 20 , 2011||[[In the entrance chamber of Root Hall, Comshaw talks to an Eyebolt named Philodox, who has poked her eye through a hatch mounted in a door. Skradt watches.]] / Comshaw: State my business? Out here? I'm a Class Six. / Philodox: Which is why we are having this conversation eye to eye, and not through a sealed door. / Comshaw: When did this start happening, Philodox? / Philodox: Following the events of today, the General Condition has been raised from "Aware" to "Vigilant". / Philodox: Now, for the last time, state your business. / Comshaw: "General Condition". Fine. / Comshaw: I want..? need? Let's go with need. I need to talk to Agita. In person. / Comshaw: And since you or she will almost certainly ask.. no, it can't wait until morning. Or at least, she'll be sorry if it does.|
|The Mansion of E - Tuesday , June 21 , 2011||[[The front entrance chamber for Root Hall. Comshaw is talking to the Eyebolt Philodox, who has stuck her eye out of a hatch in a doorway. Skradt watches.]]
/ Philodox: ... Assuming Ms Agita agrees to this, will the Troglodyte be accompanying you?
/ Comshaw: Yes, Skradt will be observing /and/ witnessing our conversation. / Comshaw: And yes, I officially acknowledge that I am responsible for his behavior.
/ Comshaw: And yes yet again, I am aware this will reduce my Class to Five for the duration of this visit. / Philodox: Very well. Your acceptance is duly recorded. / [[She withdraws, and the hatch closes.]]
|The Mansion of E - Wednesday , June 22 , 2011||[[At the entrance to Root Hall. A door opens for Comshaw and Skradt. Above is a sign reading 6-UNROOTED]]
|The Mansion of E - Thursday , June 23 , 2011||[[Waiting in a waiting room in Root Hall, Skradt looks at Comshaw.]] / [[He looks in the direction that Comshaw is looking.]] / [[Opposite them are two Eyebolts, Giddhom and Frampold, working at desks. Giddhom sits in a wheeled chair, while Frampold's chair is attached to an overhead structure.]] / [[A zoom closer, emphasizing the fact that they are both also wearing hats that look a lot like Fixits.]]|
|The Mansion of E - Friday , June 24 , 2011||[[In a waiting room in Root Hall, Skradt and Comshaw have noticed that the local Eyebolts are wearing hats.]] / Skradt: Um.. maybe we /should/ wait until morning to see Agita. Go do that other thing we need to... / Comshaw: Your suggestion has a degree of merit. / [[A closeup of the not-a-Fixit-but-looks-like-one hat that Giddhom the Eyebolt is "wearing".]] / Comshaw: /snif snif/ / Comshaw: But no. The great Human hunt will have to wait its turn. / Comshaw: Giddhom. / Giddhom: . . . / Giddhom: Yes? / Comshaw: As an acting Class Five visitor, I have permission to ask you another question, after this question which I am currently asking, correct? / Giddhom: . . . / Giddhom: Yes? / Frampold the Eyebolt: /Somebody's/ been here before.|
|The Mansion of E - Saturday , June 25 , 2011||[[In a waiting room in Root Hall.]] / Comshaw: Yes, I have been here before, and you, Giddhom, were on duty. You were.. and I emphasize this is a recollection, not my question.. you not wearing that hat. / Giddhom the Eyebolt: Oh. No, I guess not. / Comshaw: My question.. Since Philodox was not wearing one just now, I assume they are not the result of some new Paradigm? / Giddhom: You know about- No, of course not. / [[Giddhom takes off his hat and glares at it.]] / Giddhom: Just an Observation. People keep saying they help you cogitate "better". So I've been... / [[He tosses it on his desk.]] / Giddhom: I don't feel any different, and you practically have to glue it on. / Frampold the Eyebolt: I have found/ my/ intellect to be particularly scintillating.|
|The Mansion of E - Sunday , June 26 , 2011||Narration: Previously between SubShafts / [[Cully and Tuttle stand before a collection of labelled arrows which point in various directions.]] / Cully: But you just said you're not working for Coprolite and.. and them. / Tuttle: I'm not talking about those ticks. I'm talking about the actual subShafts. All of this around us. / Cully: You're claiming you can control the subShafts. / Tuttle: I said "convince", not "tell". The subShafts are willing to do the rough equivalent of listening to me. To work with me. To protect me. Humor me. / Tuttle: As demeaning as it might be.. the best way to describe my status really is.."favored pet." / Cully: So.. like Crud was sorta saying before.. the subShafts are.. / Tuttle: Are alive? Not in the way that we or a Sneech or even the Great Riddler is, but of course they are. And, Cully, I /know/ you're not one to curry favor.. / Tuttle: ..but they approve of what we're doing. And having the subShafts' approval.. makes life a /whole/ lot easier.|
|The Mansion of E - Monday , June 27 , 2011||[[In a waiting room in Root Hall.]] / Giddhom the Eyebolt: Comshaw.. Why do you care about hats? / Comshaw: One should keep abreast of changes in routine. Especially when one is visiting you people as an acting Class Five. / [[Skradt listens to this.]] / Comshaw: So. Anything /important/ we should know about? Those "weirders" still causing trouble in the skritchpods? / Frampold the Eyebolt: Happily the Anti-Weirdness Squad maintains ceaseless /vigilance/. / Comshaw: Oh, good. Good. / [[Skradt sidles up to Comshaw.]] / Skradt: What's a Skritchpod? / Comshaw: A small chamber where endless computations are scratched on tablets. I'll have to earn a higher Classification to learn /why/.|
|The Mansion of E - Tuesday , June 28 , 2011||[[Inside Root Hall, waiting.]] / Skradt: And a weirder? Is that like my cousin Stonwal? / Comshaw: Which one is s/he? / Skradt: He. He wears that Boogie hat.? Hangs out around the Plunge.site... a lot? / [[An outline of Stonwal balancing stuff on his snout.]] / Comshaw: Oh. Right, right. The snout-balancer. Based on my second-hand / understanding, no. / Comshaw: Stonwal is perhaps eccentric. / [[An outline of an Eyebolt "weirder" being denouced by one of his fellows.]] / Comshaw: The weirders want to.. what is it.. Frampold? Cogitate in a way / that's not scrupulously logical, practical and productive? / Frampold: The transgressions committed against the established Paradigms by the Weirders are universally indisputable. / Comshaw: A classic Scrutineer answer. Well done.|
|The Mansion of E - Wednesday , June 29 , 2011||[[Skradt and Comshaw are waiting in a waiting room in Root Hall.]] / Skradt: But what izzit these Weirders /do/ that's so- / Comshaw: They /think wrong/. It's an Eyebolt thing. I don't believe we can understand it. / [[Outline of Rosemary facing Percy the Boogieman in Le Tree.]] / Comshaw: It's like Boogies wearing big silly hats, and taking their names ouf [sic] of some old Human book. / [[Outline of some Helipaths near the Great Chasm.]] / Comshaw: Or Helipaths' universal refusal to fly to the far side of the Great Chasm, when they are the one species the Sneeches actually seem to tolerate. / Comshaw: Or.. / [[Outline of a Troglodyte hanging from the ceiling by a foot.]] / Comshaw: ..the fact that so many Trogs sleep hanging upside down. / Skradt: Whadda mean? You got to keep your body in Balance, and it's pointed the other direction when you're awake!|
|The Mansion of E - Thursday , June 30 , 2011||[[Skradt and Comshaw are waiting in a waiting room in Root Hall.]] / Skradt: And what about Gnolls? What's your.. thing? / Comshaw: Please. We are paragons of sanity and recti- / Eyebolt voice #1: /Finaglers./ / Eyebolt voice #1: /And/ that preoccupation with the fashion in which their head-fur is trimmed. / Eyebolt voice #2: Indeed. I believe 'Haircuts' is the preferred terminology|
|The Mansion of E - Friday , July 1 , 2011||[[A waiting room in Root Hall. Skradt crouches on the provided crouching-platform.]] / [[He thinks of something.]] / [[He turns to Comshaw.]] / Skradt: "Scrutineer"? / Comshaw: Ah yes. You didn't think these two were actually doing /important/ calculations? / Comshaw: Right out where any riffraff like us could see them? / [[Giddom and Frampold the Eyebolts work at their desks.]] / Comshaw: They are assigned here to record and then analyze every word we say. / Skradt: But that's... just stupid! / Frampold: "Word-we-say. Sardonic. "But-thats--just-stupid. Indignent."|
|The Mansion of E - Saturday , July 2 , 2011||[[Inside a Root Hall Class-6 waiting chamber, Comshaw and Skradt wait in the officially-designated Troglodyte and Gnoll waiting spots.]] / Comshaw: Well, stupid or not, everything you say here will be carefully noted and filed away. Only the Ghasts, as noted before, have older and more extensive records. / Comshaw: So. Here's your chance. What do you want history to remember / about Skradt the Troglodyte? / Skradt: . . . / Skradt: I'm gonna be a Poker. I'm gonna try and do something useful with my life. Lemme know if it worked out. / Comshaw: OK then.|
|The Mansion of E - Sunday , July 3 , 2011||Narration: Sundays In SubShaft 44f / Cully: ..I asked Tuttle, or whoever, what she meant.. and she said that Dandilli and- / Cully: That /was/ "Dandilli" who grabbed me? When the lights were out? / Chunner: Yes. Dandilli, Dipsoma and.. whatsersnout. / Crud: Difonia. I don't mind flibbling /her/ feet. / [[The dart does a Fourth of July-themed flyby.]] / Cully: Anyway. Tuttle said they have water, and a Tree-branch, because they give the subShafts what it.. they.. want. / Cully: While you.. do you want to hear this? It wasn't.. flattering. / Chunner: Spit it out, kid. / Cully: Crud.. you understand oftentimes what's going on, but.. you're.. / Crud: As sane as the next person! / Cully: And, you, Mr Chunner.. you're competent, but all.. cynical and closed in and.. "you never stopped competing in the Games." / Chunner: And? You just listed all my best features.|
|The Mansion of E - Monday , July 4 , 2011||[[Rosemary, Sylvester and Mortimer walk through the Mansion's Sneech den. Rosemary is gently pushing on Sylvester's back.]] / Sylvester: Is this really necessary? / Rosemary: You have a history of not keeping moving when told to do so. So until further notice, yes. / Sylvester: History of.. Oh. We were in that restaurant down there. Le Tree. / Sylvester: Did we ever find out why everybody was so.. uptight.. about napkins? / Rosemary: We did not. Please focus on immediate matters.|
|The Mansion of E - Tuesday , July 5 , 2011||[[Rosemary keeps Sylvester moving through the Mansion's Sneech den.]] / Sylvester: OK. Yes. Sneeches. What else can I remember... / [[Outline: A professor at the University points a pointer at a board on which is listed four types of Sneeches, SLATE, CHALK, CHARCOAL, ALABASTER / Sylvester: I.. attended a lecture. There are different varieties. Someone.. Aljahiz, that was his name.. he applied.. evidently? arbitrary labels and they stuck. / [[Outline of Sylvester previously discussing this topic with Rosemary.]] / Sylvester: The ones here.. "Alabaster." Even though they bear.. no resemblance to that mineral. They have eyebeams. And.. and I.. told you about this? / [[Outline of a Chalk Sneech doing something unpleasant to some Humans in the distance.]] / Rosemary: Yes. Eyebeams. Six arms. Not as xenophobic as some. / Sylvester: Um. Right. As far as I currently know. / Rosemary: Noted.|
|The Mansion of E - Wednesday , July 6 , 2011||[[Rosemary, Sylvester and Mortimer are walking through the Mansion's Sneech den. Numerous large growths sprout behind them. Rosemary is gently pushing Sylvester along.]] / Sylvester: But.. there's something else.. / Sylvester: I can almost.. / [[Sylvester points a growth ahead of them, on which glow some small lights.]] / Sylvester: AH! There! Yes! A lot of these growths should have little lights glowing on them! / Sylvester: And the walls! The Sneeches construct.. grow.. whatever, their own walls!|
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