"LLAMA" was a good word, but not nearly interesting enough. With a quick "DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA!", Homsar immediately levitated five tiles to the front of the word Stephen just spelled, so that LLAMA turned into...
Oh, if only Stephen had known the meaning of that term. As it was, he could not be entirely certain it was really a word. Still, the magical Scrabble board permitted it, so he offered no argument.
He had a new selection of tiles now, always fewer than Homsar's. He thought for some time, confident that Homsar would be patient, and pondered his next move.
Something within his mind was beginning to shift, slightly and slowly, dislodged by that word Homsar had spelled. Intent on his letters, he did not feel it.
To the first of the occurrences of the letter A in Homsar's new word, Stephen added some of his own tiles, spelling:
Stephen regarded the board curiously. Stave it off? Homsar had spelled not one but three words, without spaces between them, and Stephen was unsure how to proceed from here. Was it even legal, under the rules of Scrabble? Homsar's Scrabble board was a law unto itself.
Shaking off the confusion, he tried to think of a new word to spell with his own tiles. Yet his mind was not clear, suddenly. And then something happened very like what Homsar's Scrabble board had done at the end of the game Stephen had seen played on it before (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/698129.html?thread=33972753#t33972753): from somewhere indeterminate, a song (http://www.lyricsdir.com/the-cure-labyrinth-lyrics.html) could be heard. This time, no letters spun into the air, no rhinoceros was summoned. There was only the music.
Stephen could only stare at the board, and at Homsar, and then back again at the board.
Well, that had ended quickly. The Scrabble Song of Significance had played, and now it was time for a whole new game. For a moment, Homsar regarded Stephen with his beady eyes, hoping he understood the message that the game had sent to him.
Just to be sure, he declared, "DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! I'll send an S.O.S. to the world! Kashoooooooooo!"
And with that, he turned, blibbled over behind a stack of collapsed Jenga blocks (post-coital cleanliness was not one of Homsar's strong suits!), and levitated forward the gameboard for Hungry Hungry Hippos. It settled gently on top of the Scrabble board, waiting for Stephen to select a color as the balls slowly gathered in the middle.
This game was rather easy for Homsar - contrary to popular belief, those who lack visible arms have a distinct advantage at it - but he figured it might be new for Stephen, and he had long ago pegged Stephen as the kind of guy who loved a good challenge.
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Date: 2006-10-30 09:17 am (UTC)DRAMALLAMA
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Date: 2006-10-30 10:55 am (UTC)He had a new selection of tiles now, always fewer than Homsar's. He thought for some time, confident that Homsar would be patient, and pondered his next move.
Something within his mind was beginning to shift, slightly and slowly, dislodged by that word Homsar had spelled. Intent on his letters, he did not feel it.
To the first of the occurrences of the letter A in Homsar's new word, Stephen added some of his own tiles, spelling:
AWRY
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Date: 2006-10-31 02:45 am (UTC)A flurry of tiles flew up from Homsar's side of the board, forming themselves around the last "A" in the word Homsar had spelled previously:
STAVEITOFF (http://staveitoff.ytmnd.com/)
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Date: 2006-11-01 03:20 am (UTC)Shaking off the confusion, he tried to think of a new word to spell with his own tiles. Yet his mind was not clear, suddenly. And then something happened very like what Homsar's Scrabble board had done at the end of the game Stephen had seen played on it before (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/698129.html?thread=33972753#t33972753): from somewhere indeterminate, a song (http://www.lyricsdir.com/the-cure-labyrinth-lyrics.html) could be heard. This time, no letters spun into the air, no rhinoceros was summoned. There was only the music.
Stephen could only stare at the board, and at Homsar, and then back again at the board.
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Date: 2006-11-01 09:42 am (UTC)Just to be sure, he declared, "DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! I'll send an S.O.S. to the world! Kashoooooooooo!"
And with that, he turned, blibbled over behind a stack of collapsed Jenga blocks (post-coital cleanliness was not one of Homsar's strong suits!), and levitated forward the gameboard for Hungry Hungry Hippos. It settled gently on top of the Scrabble board, waiting for Stephen to select a color as the balls slowly gathered in the middle.
This game was rather easy for Homsar - contrary to popular belief, those who lack visible arms have a distinct advantage at it - but he figured it might be new for Stephen, and he had long ago pegged Stephen as the kind of guy who loved a good challenge.