For All the Writers On The Forum

[Panache]

At the first annual X Marks the Scot Literary Awards Ceremony, the Kilties.

Starbkjrus is presenting an award. "And the winner for best screenplay is davedove for "Missions of the Retrieval Team - A Kilt By Any Other Name."


davedove moves to the podium, shaking hands with the other nominees, Panache and Pleater, along the way. He takes the small statuette from Starbkjrus and then steps up to the microphone.


"I don't know what to say," he says. "This is all so unexpected. I am so honored. I guess I would like to thank the members of X Marks the Scot for this honor. I also want to thank the other nominees for their wonderful tales; they deserved this honor just as much as I did."

"Again, thank you; thank you all." He walks aways with the attractive woman who escorts him from the stage.

He is overheard talking softly to her. "So, how would you like a part in my next movie?"

Madam Pleater and I continued to clap politely as the winner of the golden statute left the room. The lovely young lady at his arm escorted him to one of the Great Golden Hall's small elevators but did not join him inside. As the doors began to close I waved at Mr. Dove and gave him a big smile.

Madam Pleater, noting this, adjusted her glasses and remarked "I am most glad to see that no trace of animosity remains between you and Mr. Dove. You didn't seem bothered at all by being bested by him tonight"

I turned to her and replied "Well Anne, there are two factors at work"

"What would those two factors be my dear Airship Captain?"

"First, that these small stories are written for the sole purpose of amusing the good Ladies and Gentlemen of our forum. Our bounty is measured in their delight. That is a far more golden prize than any statute"

"...and second?"

"Well my dear Director, the second would be the knowledge that Mr Dove has entered one of Freelander Sporrano's special elevators..."

Producing a small metal control box from my sporran I pushed the prominent flashing red button on it. From the direction of the closed doors of the elevator came a whooshing sound and a piercing shriek!

I smiled and said to a somewhat startled looking Madam Pleater "Quite interesting where some of those elevators can go actually. I do believe that it is time for cocktails. Would you care for a Martini?"

Cheers

Jamie