A Night at the Museum, Reloaded

  • I have a route across the rooftops planned.
  • I have the location of a chimney-stack that seems to serve as a disguised entrance for senior Museum functionaries… if the stalking black-cloaked things I’ve seen are in fact Museum functionaries.
  • I have the new locations of the major exhibits memorised.
  • I’m ready.

Wish me luck.



  1. Narcissus said,

    July 4, 2010 at 10:08 pm

    In bocca al lupo!

    • cl0ckw0rks said,

      July 4, 2010 at 10:11 pm

      I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to translate that.

      I can pay you exactly thirty pieces of silver, stamped as First City coins.

  2. Narcissus said,

    July 4, 2010 at 10:30 pm

    My, that’s quite a price for a translation, but what can I do but accept it? ‘In bocca al lupo’ means ‘into the mouth of the wolf’ and is said to wish someone luck before undertaking a challenge of comparable daring. Yet in no language can I find the words to express my gratitude — such a favor you’ve done for me! What can I ever do to repay it?

    • cl0ckw0rks said,

      July 5, 2010 at 8:59 am

      The first and easiest answer is, “Don’t sit at the same table with me when the cards are dealt.” I would much rather play with you than against you, darling man. And you can take that any way you like.

      The other answers are more complex. I’m sure we’ll have liberty to explore them soon.

  3. NWeismuller said,

    July 4, 2010 at 10:41 pm

    You know my opinion on such endeavors, although it is far from me to stop you. I far prefer honest debauchery, myself.

    • cl0ckw0rks said,

      July 5, 2010 at 8:53 am

      I am grateful for your forebearance, kind sir. I am inordinately fond of debauchery, as you well know, but…

      …I shall have to write further on this subject, I suppose, for it is complicated to explain. It would pain me beyond bearing to lose the fond regard you have of me, but I can no more deny the call of such a challenge than I could refuse an invitation to your… ah, shall we say premises for a late and private supper?

      Boredom, dearest sir. It is my greatest enemy, and more…

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