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Post by Mippin on Feb 8, 2004 10:32:00 GMT -5
Amarië's Post (o' DOOM!!!)
'MIPPIN!' Amarië 'bellowed'. Dom was chomping on the camera and saw how fruustraited (yes, fruustraited) she looked. He smiled innocently and offered her the camera, half of it missing, being already eaten.
Amarië took her squeaky penguin and whacked Dom, then went after Mippin. 'You *whack* buy *whack* your *whack* own *whack whack* camera and *whack* feed it to him!!!! *whack!*'
In whacking Mippin, she managed to whack Dom, Billy, and William in the process.
'Erm,' Mippin said, handing Dom one of her own cameras.
'That's better.'
Billy and Mippin backed away as much as they could, as did Dom, not being able to back away that far. Amarië sighed and whacked Dom once more for ruining her digital camera.
Walking behind the bar, Amarië grabbed a few stray bottles with liquids in them and set them neatly in a row. 'Bring forth the great bottle, Fro- er, William!'
Dom looked a bit confuzzed, but then grabbed a bottle that looked remotely 'great' and handed it to Amarië. 'Thank'ee.'
Amarië took the bottle and poured all the other liquids into it. Taking out a little bottle labelled Sproke she wrote anti- in front of it and dropped three big drops into the bottle. Shaking it up, the strange mixture started to foam. Dom began to look a bit scared, 'Is this safe? and what is Sproke? er- anti-sproke?'
'You shall see... mooahahahahahaha!' Amarië answered, snackling, 'Bring forth the cups............ o' DOOM!!!'
'Erm, and were would that be located?'
'To your left.'
'Ah.' Dom grabbed a handful of glass cups and handed them to Amarië.
'Thank'ee... again... now I shall drink it! and you shall too!' Amarië said e-vile-y.
'Or I shall kill you,' she said calmly.
'Erm, do I have a choice?'
'Yes, you drink it........ or die!'
'Okay, that works,' Dom said, eyeing the Foamy liquid.
'And afterwards, you may have a digital camera... that you shall be allowed to steal from Mippin.'
'Squeeeeee!'
'Yes, Chipp- erm, William. Squee,' Amarië responded, pouring some of the liquid into some glasses.
'Is this safe?'
'No.'
'Ah, well then its all we- wait, no?'
'Yes... no,' Amarië responded, handing Dom a glass.
'Erm... can you drink it first?'
'Fine...' Amarië said, drinking the anit-sproke-like mixture. Dom waited. Nothing happened. Finally he sniffed his drink then slowly took a teeny sip.
Amarië started snackling e-vile-y. 'What? What did you do?!' Dom asked, starting to panick(yes, panick).
'You shall see.... bwahahahahaha!'
*KABOOM!!!!*
Mippin's Post (o' even more DOOM!)
A sudden *KABOOM* was heard from the corner where Amarië and Dom were. She and Uncle Billy looked over to see a putrid urple smoke illuminating where they were standing.
'Think something's wrong?' asked Billy.
Mip tilted her head and looked at the smoke, occasionally taking down notes.
'Nah. It's just Dom.'
'Em...'
'Shh!' Mip yelped and dragged Billy towards the urple smoke. The colour was repulsive, and Mip felt the blood seeping from her eyes as she wished in vain that she were colour-blind.
'I wish I were colour-blind!!' Billy screamed as he was being dragged away towards the horrid smoke.
'No, you don't. Now shut up before Amarië gives you a potion to make you colour-blind!' Mip snapped back.
At this, Billy shut up, and sighed, allowing himself to be dragged away, and wiping the blood from the corner of his eyes. Mip cringed as she reached the smoke, and she got out her sunglasses. She put them on when suddenly Billy kicked her.
'Where's my pair?!'
Mip eyed him warily, then decided not to glare, because after all, Billy could out-glare her. She handed him a pair of sunglasses, which he gratefully put on.
'Now what?' he asked Mip, pondering on whether he really wanted to know the answer or not.
'Now, we sit here, with our "Greyscale Glasses" on, and watch bemusedly as the smoke clears away, and we see the smothered remains of our dear Uncle Dom.' Mip said, as she took a seat at a table near by.
'That works... but after that, then what?'
'Then, we give him a camera, and run as if the very whips of our masters were behind us.' Mip said, cringing once more at the fact that she just quoted Legover.
'Ah...what about them?' Billy pondered aloud, tilting his head towards Firi, and Ara, and the DERANGED FARM SHIRT GUY!!! *dun, dun, DUN!*
Mip looked over at Aunt Orlanda, and Ara and Firi. She shuddered to see them all slumped over in a corner, Orlanda sleeping lightly with a horrified look on her face. (yes, her.) Ara and Firi had giant grins on their faces, and were drooling all over the deranged farm shirt.
'We could give them the vile.' she said, beginning to snackle menacingly.
'Ooh! The vile! That's just e-vile! MWAHAHAHA! You're a genius..yes, yes the vile will do it! Yes,' began Uncle Billy, 'wait...what vile?'
'The vile..... o' DOOM!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!' Mip laughed maniacally as a lightning bolt struck a random passing leggy-bopper and singed them to nothing more than an over-cooked strip of bacon, which her cat, Twitchier, seemed to enjoy eating nonetheless. 'Gotta love them special effects.'
Mip and Uncle Billy suddenly turned their attention back to Amarië and Uncle Dom. The urple smoke had cleared.
Amarië's Post (yet, o' even more DOOM!!)
Through the urple smoke, Amarië was still snackling.
'AH!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!' Dom screamed, noticing that his shirt was slightly torn.
'Nothing, you fool. Nothing.'
'Wow! that was fun! can I have some more?'
'Sure, but after about five shots of that stuff, you will slowly disintegrate... into.. a SQWERL!!' Amarië said, starting to snackle again, 'and I shall name you Foamy... the second... and you will be my Foamy... the second and... you shall be Foamy... the second... and I shall call you Foamy... the second... and you shall be my Foamy... the second... and you shall be Foamy... the second...-'
'Err- okay, I got it. Foamy the second... can I still have some more?'
'If you want to be my Foamy... the second.'
'Erm... do I have a choice? and is there a way I can have some without having the urple smoke side-effects?'
'No, you fool.'
‘And why wasn’t there any urple smoke illuminating off of you?’
‘Because…’
‘Erm… why?’
‘Because I am used to the stuff, you fool!.’
‘Ah… that works, can I have some more?’
‘Sure….’ Amarië said, handing him another shot.
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Post by Arwen on Feb 8, 2004 14:19:03 GMT -5
Arwen had been just sitting there, minding her own business when she and the Tie-Fondler had been attacked. After running around screaming for a while, she realized how stupid she must look.
"Um Liv? I think maybe you should stop running around in circles."
"What? What? The axes are after me!!!!!!" Obviously the Tie-Fondler did not have much common sense.
"Okay Liv. Here is a tie. You stand here, tied to my arm, fondling the tie, while I convince the Ax guys to stop chasing us."
Of course Liv didn't hear anyting except the word "Tie"
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Post by Amarië on Feb 8, 2004 19:06:32 GMT -5
'Hey, if I become Foamy the second, can I ever become Uncl- erm Dom again?' Dom asked, sipping at his second shot of the odd liquid.
'Why yes... but the side-effects to that are much worse, much more unimaginable than urple smoke! bwahahahahahaha!' Amarië said cackling and sipping at the liquid also.
*KABOOM*
'There it goes. I should really start timing that, eh? My Foamy... the second...?'
Dom momentarily paused, eyes bleeding from the urple. 'Yes, that might work. Would you mind not calling me Foamy until I actually turn into Foamy'
'Foamy the second, you fool. Sure, I wont call you Foamy... the second... pass me that sproke bottle, Foamy (the second).'
Dom grumbled and handed her the sproke bottle. 'What is sproke, exactly?'
'Um..... what do you think it is?'
'Poison.'
'Well there you go- poison? What in Dom's name would make you think that?' Amarië said, acting a bit confuzzed.
'Maybe the fact that other peeps here have claimed that you have killed and/or attempted to kill them!'
'Yes... and?'
'And... some of those ways you killed and/or attempted to kill them involved poison!'
'Yes... is there a point to this?' Amarië asked, still acting like she was completely clueless.
'That that... stuff.... is poison.'
'How can you be certain? 'ave you died?'
'Yes.'
'Are you suuuuure?'
'Yes.'
'Positive?'
'Yes.'
'Okay then. Its poison,' Amarië said, sipping the drink.
'Erm... am I going to die?' Dom asked, eyeing the sproke bottle.
'I though you were already dead. and... the bottle was labeled Anti-Sproke... therefore... it would be anti-poison... if it was poison.. how do you know that Sproke isn't anti-poison already...? and anti-sproke would be anti-anti-poison... which would be poison... eh? eh? eh?!'
'Erm...?'
'Yes, Chipp- er... Foamy the second, erm.'
'How many more shots till I die- erm... become Foamy?' Dom asked, eyeing the drink.
'Foamy the second, you fool! and approximately 2.12631 shots,' Amarië said, adding a bit of Sproke to his drink.
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Feb 13, 2004 23:58:56 GMT -5
Well, you told Ara to come here and you would just give her someone (on the "Comments on the Project" thread), so here I am. All of the exceptionally amusing people are taken, but I'd never mind being tied to Sean Astin, even though I have a feeling his wife would mind. Would someone be so obliging as to tie me, so that I can lead a more insane existance than I already do?
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Post by Mippin on Feb 14, 2004 11:29:54 GMT -5
'You don't think he'll really turn into a skwerl, do you?' Billy asked as he watched in psuedo-horror.
Mip snackled and winked at Billy, then noticed that Marigold had come in, and was patiently waiting in one of the chairs. Mip dragged Billy along to Marigold's side.
'We do indeed have rope.' Mip said, smiling broadly. 'Sean! Would you mind coming out now?' she called out.
'Astin, that is!' Billy added in as he saw Sean Bean walk out from behind...somewhere. Sean Astin made his way over to Marigold, and Mip bound the two together.
'Have a nice experience! Since you're such nice people, Bill and I here will give you a few fair warnings. Isn't that right, William?'
Billy nodded, and let Mip do all the talking, as was his wont to do.
'Well, first, it's probably best not to take anything that Amarië will offer you. Forget taking pictures, because you'll never get them developed in the time it'll take Uncle Dom to get from wherever he is, to wherever you are and take your camera. DO NOT! I repeat DO NOT! make any mention of the one t-i-e. and you should probably fear for the life of your own, if you happen to have one on you. If anyone has a weapon, don't worry. Dom shot me once, but I'm still just fine.'
'That's because it wasn't loaded, Mip.' Billy added in.
'Precisely, nothing here actually can hurt anyone. If it's a pointy object, it'll be retractable by the time anyone thinks to stab someone with it. Guns are never loaded. And no one can really use rope save the mods, so your neck is safe, and you shouldn't see a noose anywhere.'
Marigold's eyes widened then she blinked seemingly amused. She smiled and nodded.
'Right then. Don't drink anything that says 'anti-' on it, unless you're exceptionally bored, in which case, you can, and then you'll probably wish you hadn't when you grow blue fur and a beak, and can't stop jumping up and down. Oh yes, orange juice is strictly prohibited here, so don't even think about it.'
At this Mippin smiled, bowed slightly, and left with Uncle Billy to go watch Amarië poison Uncle Dom again.
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Post by Amarië on Feb 17, 2004 19:05:35 GMT -5
'Hey, who said anything about poison?! This is clearly labled anit-sproke, and neither sproke nor anti-sproke poison. And yes, I did read your mind,' Amarië said, snackling madly.
'Oh for the love of Dom, what is Sean Bean doing here? Either someone is tied to him, or he's gone,' Amarië said, pushing him out to... somewhere... else..., then pausing, pondering the first part of what she just said, suddenly snackling to herself at Mip's [heart]ing her Uncles saying.
'Well,' Dom started, and also paused at what Amarië had said, then finished with, 'that was nice, and what about Elijah?'
'Elijah is a very lofty person... therefore, he can stay... now if Sean Bean's name were to rhyme, he could stay... but nooo.'
'Ah... I see... may I have another?'
'You only can drink 2.12631 more shots though...' Amarië said, pouring another shot.
'Ah... well then I can drink two more, eh?' Dom said, taking the shot.
'Yes... unless....'
'Unless?'
'Oh, nothing!' Amarië said, slowly slinking as far away from Dom as she could, pretending to get another bottle. Dom raised an eyebrow, but sipped the drink, suddenly bursting into urple smoke.
'What exactly is... a Foamy?' Dom asked after the smoke had cleared. Amarië took out her laptop and pulled up a web page, handed Dom some earphones, and sat down on a stool. Dom looked at the computer, blinked, and blinked again.
'Oh... I see... and I shall become... the second one of... that?' Dom asked after a few minutes.
'Well... er... yes, that is exactly it... sort of... okay, I'm just starting to confuz myself... so I'll stop now...'
'Okay, that works, can I have another one?' Dom asked holding his glass out.
'Sure... but this is the last one... if you have another you shall be my Foamy... the second, eh?' Amarië said, pouring another shot.
'Ah, then I shall savour this one.'
Amarië snackled, and watched Dom shoot the shot. Suddenly a cloud of purplorange smoke enveloped Dom, making it impossible to see through it. Amarië started snackling madly, and the snackling plus the smoke got everyone's attention.
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Lelorinel
Ranger
~A chance for Faramir, Captain of Gondor, to prove his great worth~
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Post by Lelorinel on Feb 20, 2004 11:30:58 GMT -5
Le'lorinel ran with axe held high, occasionally bringing it down inches from arwen's head. Finally he had her trapped in a corner! The prescence of a strange, tie-rubbing creatures was irrelivent, though somewhat bizarre. That and he was wondering why the room smelled like Nyquil and has a slightly purple tint to it, but those things didn't matter either.
As the axe began to fall, Le'lorinel was suddenly torn backwards by the rope attached to his waist as Gimli ran along to join the strange drinking game with much glee.
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Post by Mippin on Feb 20, 2004 18:27:39 GMT -5
Mip and Billy watched bewildered as Dom mutated into an animated skwerl. Billy gaped and yelled madly.
'Fiend! You turned Dom into a...a..a CARTOON!!! Make his normal again!! Please!' Billy screamed at Amarië for his friend.
Dom..er.. Foamy the second chittered, and bantered, and asked Amarië for a bagel.
Mip blinked, and handed him a bagel, which randomly materialized in her hand.
'Well, that was a bit odd.' she began. 'You also suceeded in turning the room a bright shade of Urple. Nice going. Turn it flaming orange even, but not urple. Can you fix it?'
Amarië snackled madly, and then stopped and pondered. 'Em...'
Mip sighed. 'Oh, nevermind. Come on Unc.' she beckoned Billy towards the door. 'And, you had better not use Foamy II in your e-vile plotting. I have you tracked.' Mip said, looking at Billy's expression, and quickly heading out the room towards the kitchen.
'Well, we need anti-urple.' Mip told Billy, as he fidgeted and tried to go back to the room to protect Dom.
'How do we go about doing that?' Billy asked strained as Mip pulled him close to her, in a 'walk-or-be-dragged-the-whole-way-there' type of yank.
'Well, we could get the Urple wizard. But he's off at OFUM, and we'd have to ask Miss Cam anyway.' Mip said, 'So, we'll just get Anti-Urple by...' her voice trailed off as she reached the kitchen and began mixing up a concotion. She put it in a spray bottle, and nodded.
'Simple, enough. Let's go.' she said.
Billy gladly dragged Mip all the way back to the room in a hurry. Mip sprayed the liquid into the air. A green mist consumed the urple, and vanished in a puff of normal colour.
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Post by Amarië on Feb 20, 2004 23:12:34 GMT -5
Amarië was momentarily puzzled on how she could have miscalculated the amount of shots.
'I had it right, I know I did,' Amarië said, taking out a notepad and pen calculating out two whole pages of numbers.
'How the *bleep* *bleep* could you mess up the *bleep* calculations?' Do- er.. Foamy the Second said.
'I see you have taken over Foamy's talking gene-like things...' Amarië said, 'Ah! I see... its right here...where I messed up in my estimating... or... err... yeah...'
'Where? I don't see it. There is already *bleep* five *bleep* pages of numbers there,' Foamy the Second said, 'By the way, do you have a bagel? and wouldn't this whole potion, magic thing be considered witchcraft? oh, would you mind joining the Foamy Card Cult?'
'No I do not have a bagel, and this is not considered witchcraft, do not speak of that e-vile here, it is just mixing with different non-existent elements, and I will pass on the Card Cult... and if you shall talk like that, I shall do this,' Amarië said, sticking a muzzle onto the sqwerl, who in return made a few muffled remarks and took out a sharp looking dagger, attempting it (yes, it), but failing.
'Now, my Foamy... the second... I want you to sit there and do nothing, which discludes attempt of murder, while I make up a mixture to reverse this... thing...' Amarië said, setting the sqwerl down onto a stool next to her, still giving her room to work.
Noticing Le'lorinel and Gimli (*wonders how this thread had gone from actors/actresses to characters*) had come by for a drink, Amarië asked, holding up what was left, 'After seeing what has happened to Uncle Dom here,' the sqwerl started some muffled chittering again, 'Do you still want some anti-sproke... type... thing?'
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Post by Mippin on Feb 26, 2004 21:14:31 GMT -5
Billy began to prod Amarië with a bottle of wine, which he had done a nifty swirl-y spin, and broken the bottom off, leaving jagged edges to pierce flesh with.
'Clever that. Almost like sourcery...' Mip trailed off.
She watched bemusedly as Amarië went on about her business, taking only a break for the occasional delayed 'ow.'
When at last, Amarië's arm looked like...well, it rather looked like it had been raked across with a metal comb in a plaid formation... Mip dragged Billy over to a stage, which suddenly appeared, but really wasn't there.
'How'd that get here?' Billy asked Mip.
'Well..you're the one going around using Morpork daggers...' she replied.
'Good point. But why?' Billy countered.
'Oh, that's right..you weren't in Louisiana, now were you?'
'Er...no.'
'Sheesh. You'd think you of all people would have been there with him. You being you and all.'
'Hey!'
'Chill. It's not an insult. Just a mere statement on the fact, that you have not been keeping track of the whereabouts and happenings of yer pal over there. Well, except for the...ah, nevermind. Sometimes it's amusing when you try to piece things together.'
'Hey!'
'Kidding.' Mip said, eyeing the dagger.
'Thought so.' Billy replied, twirling the dagger around and flinging it at the stage. It landed beside a mic, which suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
'You ought be careful doing stunts like that,' Mip said, 'Or else you might end up teaching a skeletal figure how a knight moves.'
'Huh?'
'Nevermind.' Mip said, grabbing the microhone.
'What are you doing?' Billy asked her.
'We're putting on a concert.'
'Now?! But..but..what about Dom?!' he raged.
'That was sarcasm, my dear uncle.' she said nonchalantly, much like everything else she was saying.
She took the microphone, and examined it. Took out a random picture of a microphone, with a hand on it, and examined it. She placed her hand on the mic in the same fashion, and examined the photo closely. She even examined the pigmentation. She then took the mic, which was now suddenly wireless, and took it over to the bar.
She looked around for something.
'What are you looking for now?' asked Billy.
'Mmm...batteries...' mutter Mippin as she felt a couple of batteries suddenly materialize in her hand.
'Well, whaddya know?' she muttered to herself as she put the batteries in the mic.
'Now what?'
'Please, I'm just seeing if this microphone is close enough in similarites to this microphone in the pic.' she said, noting Billy's tone of voice. Poor scot was on the edge of insanity. A bit more and he'd go sane. Not a good thing. At all costs, Mip knew she had to keep her beloved Uncle Billy insane. She sighed, patted him on the head, then told him not to worry. To think she was getting quite amused at all the censoring, and the whole skwerl thing. It was sort of like the word 'skunk'. Skunk was a good word. It had to k's. And C's make a 'kuh' sound.
Lëo appeared out of no where and smacked Mip on the head with a rolled up bunch of Algebra homework, then poofed into oblivion.
'Bah. I knew that would happen.' Mip said.
'Well, what about Dom?!' Billy screamed the name in her ear at a most unpleasant volume.
'Okay. You. Calm Down. Look at this picture. What do you see?' She said, handing him the photo.
'A microphone, and a hand holding it.' he said.
'Exactly.' Mip replied.
She dragged Billy away towards the swearing skwerl, and suddenly it hit him like a sack of bricks in a sock, placed in a metal box labeled 'air mail' and addressed to his brain along with a free gift of confetti and a singing telegram.
'OH!' he yelled.
'Yeah...got it now?' Mip said as she swatted away the flying confetti.
He nodded, then Mip handed him the mic.
'Okay, then you do it.'
Billy looked the the mic, then approached Foamy the Second. He quickly handed the skwerl the mic, and Mip dragged him at full speed to the other end of the room, behind a tree. They watched as the Skwerl fiddled around with the microphone. Amarië eyed Mip oddly, but for some odd reason, wouldn't take the mic away.
'Good, she didn't take it away.' Mip said.
'Well, maybe he needs incentive..' Billy said, noting the the skwerl was promptly giving the mic the finger.
Mip began humming something, and suddenly the skwerl began to pick up the mic.
'Yes, it's working.' she said, feeling the insanity seep back into, not only Uncle Billy, but the feel of lunacy that Uncle Dom brought was creeping back into the room too.
Slowly, a blood red smoke veiled Foamy the Second, and faded away, revealing Uncle Dom, with no mic to be seen. He wiped his mouth off.
'Hah!' Mip said, as Uncle Billy dragged her off towards Amarië and Dom. She winced instinctively as she approached Amarië.
Note: The Morpork dagger comes from Discworld. Good stuf, that.
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Post by Amarië on Feb 27, 2004 16:38:54 GMT -5
Amarië raised an eyebrow, but then continued to shake up the drink she had made up, and almost finished too, to turn Dom back into his luny (yes, luny) self again. She grumbled, but then took a moment to look at the odd flesh wound markings on her arm; they reminded her of something, but she just could not place it.
Billy and Mip approached the bar. Billy began to prod Amarië's other arm. Dom, being tied to that arm, asked, 'What are you doing?'
'Er... nothing.'
'Ow,' Amarië said, as she examined the drink, it too reminded her of something. Taking it, she poured it down the other arm; nothing happened, except a slight burn.
'What was that for?' Dom asked.
Amarië shrugged, 'So, hows life on the materialized end?'
'Er... what are you talking about?' Dom asked, raising an eyebrow; Billy continued at Amarië's arm.
'Ow. You mean you don't remember?'
'Remember...?'
'Ah... well that may be a good thing...' Amarië said, snackling, but suddenly stopped with a sudden ow, then started snackling again.
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Post by Arafangwen on Mar 3, 2004 18:34:51 GMT -5
Ara crwled out from under a random table, with much difficulty I might add, and sat upright on the floor. (since she couldn't get any further that that with an elf and Firi both tied to her, she wasn't that strong)
Rubbing her eyes she tried to rid herself of the screen of urplish color that hovered over her eyelids, but somehow she couldn't. Then she realised that it was probably some concoction of Ami's and decided to live with it. She saw Mari pop her head into the room and get tied to Sean. Sean Astin that is.
"Mari! Sean! Over here!" She cried over the stunning silence. "Could you get me some urple juice on your way?!" She hollered at unreasonable levels. Marigold nodded with a funny look on her face and headed towards the table where Gimli and Le'lorinel seemed to be caught up in a drinking game.
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Mar 26, 2004 19:59:28 GMT -5
Mari looked at Sean. He looked back. They both looked at Ara. Mari decided that it would be best to do nothing of the sort. Ara seemed like she had had too much urple juice already. they walked over to the bar, nad came back with three glasses of grape juice, which they distributed to Ara to give to Firi and Orla when they regained conciousness. Then they made their way back into the corner they have been standing in before. Mari whispered something to Sean, and the two of them walked slowly and inconspicuously out of the room.
Once they were in the hallway, Sean turned to Mari, which was quite difficult to do, considering the circumstances.
"What exactly are we doing out here, may I ask?"
"We're, um, doing surveillance work. Yup. That's it," Mari replied. "I think it's over here somewhere....."
She led him down a couple dark passageways, and into a special area of the basement. They noticed the blood on the floor, having slipped on it first. Finally having been able to stand up again, they continued into a room full of computers.
"That must have been some sort of a scheme, that blood back there," said Mari. "I know there's something suspicious afoot, and I want to know what it is."
"Um..... isn't that hacking?" Sean asked, ereferring to what Mari appeared to be doing.
"You could call it that, yes," she answered non-chalantly. "But it's for our own safety, you know."
Mari typed, scrolled, clicked, and typed some more. After navigating through a few menus and entering a few commands, she suddenly pulled up a split-screen video file. It appeared to be a security camera video.
"There are security cameras throughout the building," Mari informed Sean. "Placed strategically, dontcha know. I've chosen the archives of the ones we need.... basement, hallway, stairs, and of course, the main room where all the rest are. Now we shall know what has happened up till now, and maybe gain some insight into the scheming."
They watched the events of the past few hours unfold before them on screen, sped up slightly, and, oddly enough, with sound. Most security cameras record only pictures, but this one was special, as indeed was everything in the building. They watched people walking through hallways to the basement, but when they entered their meeting-room, the screen went black. In fact, every time anyone was plotting anything, the sound went off and the screen became blank for a second. It seemed that Ala's remote had even controlled the security cameras, thus the convenient blank bits. At least they knew who was plotting, though, because they had been able to see them making their way to the meeting.
Mari knew that she could never win against both Mip and Ala if they were working together against her, so she hoped fervently that they were not against her. They would have to see, though. At least now they knew what was going on.
"At least now we know what's going on," Sean said.
"Um... yes, we do," Mari replied, looking at him oddly. "Shall we go back? Never drink anything Ala gives you, okay?"
"I know that! Who do you take me for? Dom?"
"Good point. You have no stomach for alcohol, and we have guarantee this suspicious beverage is not alcoholic. Just because it's 'anti-sproke,' and a poison at that, it could very well contain alcohol. You're safe, then. How shall we go about protecting ourselves, if we are being plotted against? There's been very little information to help us figure out what's being planned, but I sense an e-vile plan in the air."
"Of course you do. You're you. You would."
"Should I feel loved? I do anyway. Now, don't worry about me, I can defend us if it comes to a fight, even though all knives become retractable. Blast! I can't use my stabbing device. Ah, well. I'll still carry it around. Will you keep it in your pocket?"
She handed it to Sean, and he placed it in the cargo pocket that miraculously appeared on his pants.
"Good. That's taken care of. Knife-fighting is going to be hard with ours hands tied, but we shall see. Beyond that, I think it's best we come up with some plans of our own, for any circumstances. It wouldn't do to assume that they're for or against us, they could be either, or even neither. There are many factors to consider."
They made their way back upstairs, whispering as softly as they could, so as not to be picked up by the cameras. If Mip or Ala watched the videos, they would know they had been down there, but that could not be helped. Mip would probably be able to figure out that Mari had hacked, anyway, so what could they do?
As they neared the room where everyone else was, they started talking about other things in an effort to disguise their planning.
"So, you're tired of Sam, eh?" Mari asked.
"No, no, how could anyone be?" Sean answered, sighing with relief as Mari took her hand off of one of the daggers that anyone who knew her well knew she carried with her at all times. "I'm just tired of being known as Sam instead of as Sean."
"Well, Sam," Mari said, grinning as he winced, "that's the price you pay for being a good actor. Shall we?" They had come to the door. They both took deep breaths of anticipation, and together opened the door and proceeded into the room, trying to look nonchalant.
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Post by Amarië on Mar 27, 2004 21:08:03 GMT -5
Amarië heard something in her pocket beeping. She took out her remote control looking thing and saw a purplorange light flashing on the top of it. 'AH!' she cried. Billy stopped, took a few slow steps away and sat down slowly, pretending as if he did nothing. Amarië ignored the new pattern on her arm and eyed Marigold and Sean as the walked in and made their way to Ara, Firi, and Orla.
'What is that remote... thingy... again?' Dom asked.
'It's a universal remote o' doooooooooom! and it shall help us with our plan.'
Dom paused a moment, for Amarië's 'doom' sounded a bit to much like 'Dom', but then shrugged it off and said, 'Oh, and that was to get out of here and take a plane ticket to-'
'GAH!' Amarië took out some duct tape and taped Dom's mouth shut. 'Dear Dom! This looks familiar...'
'Weallee? izz doznt to mmm,' came an odd muffled sound from Dom.
'Well that’s because you can't remember anything from your experience on the materialized end...'
'ammmm'
'Back to what I was getting at...'
'Can you please...?' came a very muffled can-you-please from Dom.
'Ah, well this looks familiar also... Billy?!'
'Yes?' Billy popped up from sitting down and rushed to Dom, grabbing the end of the tape and getting ready, and looking very menacing while doing it.
'Okay, just wait a second,' Amarië pulled out a video camera: she was planning to start recording everything for a new little movie... thingy...
**Sorry, am being rushed off. Will post again or add more tomorrow**
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Post by Amarië on Mar 29, 2004 20:02:02 GMT -5
Mippin took out a camera too as Billy grabbed for the tape. Of course, it wouldn't hurt as much as it had for Billy, but it was still something.
'Now?' Billy asked.
'Hold on a second,' Amarië said, fiddling with her camera, 'Ah, okay!'
Billy grabbed the end of the tape and for a moment there, Amarië could have sworn she saw fear in Dom's eyes. Billy made some on-the-count-of-three hand motions and then jerked it off. Dom moved his mouth a bit and then let out an ear-bleeding screech just for the heck of it. Amarië snackled and reviewed it all on tape again. And Mippin uploaded it onto her laptop.
Amarië took out her universal remote control thingy and attached it to Mippin's laptop with a cord she pulled out of her pocket. From there, she tempered with the lights, which made a few peeps gasp as they flickered on and then off. Leaving the room to its usual pitch black darkness, Amarië typed in something and it suddenly started raining outside.
'Well that wasn't supposed to happen,' Amarië said, raising an eyebrow.
'We shall progress our plan then,' replied Mippin.
'But the walls!'
Mippin walked out of the room for a moment and came back with a few bottles of an unknown liquid. The bottle read An Unknown Liquid. Which, oddly enough, was in Amarië's handwriting.
'Ah, but we need more to activate it,' Amarië said, going to the kitchen section of the teeny room.
'So we shall break through the walls?' asked Dom, who had been listening closely, glancing over at Billy every once in awhile to see if he was getting this also.
'Need I more tape?'
'No.'
'Yes, we shall... and, as said before, we can progress our plan along,' replied Amarië.
'But just the four of us cannot do it alone! It is madness!'
'Ah, but madness is just what put us in here, neh?' Amarië said, taking out a picture of a mental facility and showing it do Dom, who gasped as he was just figuring it out.
'You mean...?' Dom said, a bit stunned.
'Indeed. Surely Mippin has realized it, also. For she is going along with the plan... though I quite enjoyed it here... for once I had taken over, it was quite entertaining, though it got boring...'
Dom nodded.
'Well now, help me with this tub and we shall need some of those papers there. And once we succeed, we shall go inform the others and they shall come also, if they will.'
Dom and Amarië gathered the supplies and went back to Billy and Mippin, who had tempered with a few of the door locks, but failed on opening the major exits.
'It is time.'
They set out, slinking out of the room, hoping no one could see them in the pitch blackness. Amarië took out a map and a black light flashlight. She tapped on one wall, then moved two feet over and tapped on another wall. After about five more taps she folded up the map and sat down and waited. Dom did the same, soon followed by Mippin and Billy.
'The walls are thick. And this is not even the right wall. All the outer walls are blocked by another wall,' Amarië explained. They all sat and pondered. For there were not nearly enough supplies and all seemed lost.
Sorry... I think I've used way to many saves... well... doubt anyone will see this... but... heheheheheheh. Three posts in a row wouldn't look very good, now would it?
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