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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Mar 8, 2004 15:17:13 GMT -5
Well, it seems that recently all of the ideas have been originated in the chat room. Not at all a bad thing, though, mind you. So, seeing as Mippin is the only one of us with her own scientific law, she figures that everyone has their own law, and just doesn't know it. Soooo....... In the tradition of Being Tied.... and the Popcorn War, here's The Search for Scientific Principles, where everyone goes on a journey to find their own infallable scientific law!
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Marigold stood around outside the Bed and Breakfast. She had asked people to come, she hoped they would be prompt. She really wanted to set out. And she couldn't very well do so alone. She checked her pack to make sure she had everything for a long journey. A small box of salt.... a small box of sacred dirt...... rope..... extra food..... extra blankets....... a few boiled potatoes....... pots...... pans....... her special weapon pan........ She didn't seem to be missing anything. Ah, yes, and her beaten-up copies of LOTR. All was in place.
She fidgeted, getting tired of waiting. So she walked over to the pack-pony, aptly named Bill, and started to pet him. When she got tired of that, she took out ROTK and started to read Mount Doom. It was depressing, but she felt like reading it. Where was everyone? She hoped they would be along soon. Scientific laws didn't discover themselves, you know.
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Post by Mippin on Mar 8, 2004 16:27:54 GMT -5
Mippin awkwardly stood in the dark corner of..wherever she and Marigold were. She already found Perry's Law, so she was feeling a bit odd even being here. Luckily she had something to keep her busy. She strummed a Domran song, on her guitar, figuring no one would really recognize her, unless it was someone like her uncles. She hummed the melody carefully to herself as she strummed the chords enthusiastically, almost violently. Her sword sheathed and hanging from her belt, just in case. (She never left home without it)
Mip didn't even bother wondering if she was annoying anybody. All such threads needs background music. Even if it was rock, and fairly loud at that. And if it did, she'd probably end up with a muscle spasm anyway, and end up falling over. But luckily she had Perry's Law to prevent her from actually ever hitting the ground. She didn't use her balrog-winginess all that often. She tried to be modest about it because it seemed no one had found their scientific principle as of yet.
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Post by Lëowen on Mar 8, 2004 17:37:15 GMT -5
Leo slinked carefully over to where Marigold and Mip were waiting. She had everything she needed to go scientific principle-hunting: a large-ish backpack stuffed with her copies of LotR, a few Discworld novels, a copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (just in case), a couple pilfered CDs and CD player, extra batteries, her Assassin's Liscence (of course), and a few nice shiny daggers. Woo.
Mip was strumming rather violently at her guitar, providing the ever-necessary background music for this sort of thing. Marigold stood a little way off, fidgeting.
'Hallo, I've come to join the quest for Scientific Principles...'
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Mar 8, 2004 18:10:51 GMT -5
"Ah, hallo!" Marigold said, her face brightening. She had been in a very deep comtemplative state, and had only just noticed that Mip and Lëo were there. "It's very lovely to have ye both. Even though Mip already has her own principle, but we'll need her anyway. This will be a long and arduous journey, and the more companions we have, the better we will fare."
Marigold noticed Mippin's violent background music, and snackled inwardly. Violent music was good for this sort of thing. Now if only she could figure out a way to play beacon music really loud...... She ran to Lëo and snatched her CD player and the ROTK soundtrack that just happened to be in her hand. Turning the volume up as loud as it would go, Marigold promptly blasted the innocent passersby with beacon music, and let out a happy sigh. This was going to be a fun trip. They were off to a good start. Now Mippin was trying to play along with the beacon music, which sounded kind of weird, but it worked.
Marigold checked to make sure that her concealed weapons were still concealed. Unfortunately, it's hard to check one's arm sheathes in a discreet and inconspicuous manner, so Marigold was sure that the others probably knew by now that she was armed. Ah, well, it didn't matter so much if they knew that she had nine daggers on her person as much as it did that everyone else as of yet didn't. She hadn't brought them along so much to stab her friends as to stab her enemies, Newton's First, Second, and Third Laws. Mari cringed just thinking about those e-vile laws. She hoped they wouldn't meet them in some forsaken place on a dark night.
Oh, yes, there are other people here, Marigold remembered. Best to make conversation, no?
Since Mip seemed to be rather preoccupied, Mari stopped fidgeting, pondering, and patting Bill to go stand next to Lëowen.
"Lovely day today, isn't it?" she said. "Perfect for this sort of thing. I think we should wait until a few more come before we set out, but I'd really like to get going. Now, you've ordered me to read the Discworld books, so perhaps you could tell me a bit about them, which one to read first and such......."
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Post by Amarië on Mar 8, 2004 19:01:32 GMT -5
Amarië had out a big thick little stack of papers she had accumulated on her own out at her desk and was madly scribbling in it. She backed up from it a bit, Ah, perfect. Now I just have to- She suddenly remembered. She was supposed to meet Marigold for the search of scientific principles!
Taking out a giant stapler, Amarië stapled the stack of papers together, then stuffed them in her bag (which already had all of her necessary items in it.) She scurried and got on her Travis jacket, along with a few weapons she might need (^ ^) and there were already several useful things in her bag (most of them domran.)
Scurrying out the door, she grabbed Merry and stuck 'im in a basket, carrying him along. She arrived to find Lëowen just about to explain about Discworld.
' 'Ello to all!' she said, seating herself on the grass nearby, then took out her stack of papers again.
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Post by Lëowen on Mar 8, 2004 19:05:14 GMT -5
Leo stopped idly playing with her pilfered Sing the Sorrow CD, which she had been hoping would play itself with the CD player. 'A bit about Discworld, eh? Jolly good!'
Digging about in her pack, she managed to fish out a battered (thanks to her e-vile class) copy of Small Gods. 'Right then.' said Leo knowledgably. 'This is the first one I have, though "The Colour of Magic" is really first. Discworld is a flat world located atop the mighty space turtle, A'Tuin. It's got wizards, werewolves, elves (e-vile), witches, wizzards, and a few orang-u-tans....'
Mari nodded, and Leo continued her explaination for a little while longer. After a bit, she pulled out her Assassin's Liscense. 'This is from the big city, Anhk-Morpork. It means I get to wear black, carry some spiffy concealed weapons, and generally be spiffy. You get one too. Just because.'
Leo grinned, and handed a random Liscence to Mari.
'Squee!' Squee'd Mari. The Liscence disappeared somewhere into her pockets. Leo grinned again, the short silence filled by Mip's continued guitar-beating. Leo began to hum, the tune just recognizable as 'Guten Morgen, Herr Katzebreecher.'*
*Good Morning, Mr. Catburglar.
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Post by Amarië on Mar 8, 2004 19:32:45 GMT -5
Amarië saw a sqwerl walking towards her backpack. She growled and handed it an acorn. It took it and then scurried into a hole in a nearby tree, soon followed by a bang and smoke illuminating from the hole. Amarië grumbled and started to scribble in her stack of papers. She suddenly took out her CD player, which, if you can figure why, had Travis written all over it, and stuck in a burnt CD.
'Confounded staples.' Amarië said, ripping off the giant staple and flinging it domranly in a direction, the staple narrowly missing Mippin's head. She then took out a notebook, which, if you can figure why, had a bunch of Travis pictures and pictures of her relatives on it, and shoved the papers in it. Making a few last scribbles, she yelled FINSIHED! and got up to see what the others were doing, taking her CD player (of course.)
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Post by Mippin on Mar 8, 2004 19:37:14 GMT -5
Mip suddenly found herself playing Guten Morgen Herr Katzeeinbrecher for no good reason. She stopped. Looked around, and muttered loudly. 'Detective, they said I done things...I done RUNNIN'!' then began playing Side. Mwahaha. She stopped after a few chords, and put her guitar on a nifty stand she just happened to find in the blue.
'OW! Squee! it all, Amarië, watch where you fling them staples!' Mip found herself yelling from the shadows. She then out of her sudden frustration began screaming something about some guy living under a waterfall.
'Hail, Lëo, Mari. Hallo Amarië' She said as she came out of the shadows. She revealed her own assasin's liscense.
'Where did you get that?' Lëo asked her. At this Mippin took out her Theif liscense.
Lëo pondered this, and asked Mip for a reciept, which she promptly placed in Lëo's hand.
'Alright then...' Lëo began slowly, as if contemplating someway to call Mip an unliscensed thief, but luckily for Mip, she dropped the issue.
'So then..em.. Happy Colours for Satan?' Mip said oddly. But the reply was even stranger. Through a strained voice, Lëo held up her camera's tripod and said 'They call him...TRIPOD!' Mip nodded, and patted her on the head.
'Tell me, Mari and Amarië too, do you know where your towel is? You should always know where your towel is.' Mip got out her own copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide from her pack, and also pointed at her towel.
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Mar 8, 2004 21:35:04 GMT -5
"My towel is........ here!" Mari called gleefully, as she stuck her head into one of Bill's saddlebags and dug around. Domran objects flew through the air, including a toothbrush, a Samwise t-shirt, and a book entitled The Moorchild. Mari snatched up her book and t-shirt protectively, and huggled them. Her toothbrush she picked up and threw away, because it had been on the ground, and she had brought a spare.
"Non-biodegradable, Mip, I know," she said. "I'm sorry, but I simply couldn't find an environmentally friendly toothbrush. Oh, yes! The towel! I stole it from Neal. It's a very well-travelled towel, I'll have you know."
And with that she put on the towel as a cape, and secured it with a Lorien leaf-brooch that she was sure someone had given her at some time or other.
"Now we can fly, you fools!" Mari yelled at a group of strange-looking boys across the street. "No, wait. That's only Mip. Whoops. Sorry!"
This journey really seemed to be going to Mari's head. Lëo and Amarië had to forcefully restrain her from climbing a nearby tree and jumping off. When she had finally calmed down, she began pondering again. They were four strong. Should they set out, or await further reinforcement?
"Shall we set out, or await further reinforcement?" Mari asked the rest. "Perhaps Ara, Firi, and Elbie will come, and perhaps even one or two others, but they're late. Shall we await them, or shall we go forth to imminent scientific Doooooooooooooooooooooooooooom?"
No one answered immediately, because they were all too busy chanting Doooooooooommmmmmm........
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Post by Mippin on Mar 18, 2004 22:24:46 GMT -5
'Doooooom...' Mip chanted slowly along with everyone else. She looked around, there still weren't too many people. She sighed. As if some hint had smacked her in the face, Mip decided that she would also try to find out if a Ran can Dom.. apart from helping the others find their own scientific principles.
She hummed a tune, and grasped her towel firmly. It was a nice soft towel. The sort that would feel comfy if ever you needed to use it as a blanket on some distant barren planet... it was the kind that would keep you comfy even on a place as horrid as... the Frogstar! It was a lovely towel.
Mip sat in a corner and waited for something to happen.
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Morgul
Ranger
Kisser of John Noble, Stealer of His pen, and only fangirl of Celebrimbor
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Post by Morgul on Mar 18, 2004 22:46:13 GMT -5
Morgul stumbled into the room. "The...the kids...they're everywhere!' she cried.
'Oh...Kia Ora, everyone!' She had just noticed the other people in the room. 'Good music!' Morgul then began dancing to aforementioned music, accidentally showing a line of red on her wrist.
'So...what are we doing here?'
'....'
'Um...hello?'
'...' Still no answer.
'Oh, that! It's fake! You can do a really good fake slit wrist with red and black pen....should have warned you.'
Now informed, the rest of the townspeople went back to mingling.
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Mar 20, 2004 14:56:16 GMT -5
Mari very much enjoyed chanting Doom, but she was quite sure she heard a few Doms in there, too....... Ah, well. Dom was spiffy and Doom-like anyway, she supposed. She looked up to see Morgul entering. She appeared to be rahter confused.
"Morgul, dear, are you sure you're alright?" Mari asked. "Because, you see, we're not in a room at all. We're standing on a rather deserted sidewalk by a bus stop. Past the bus stop, which is on your right if you face the street, there is a very lofty tree. Behind us, in a cornery sort of way, there is a cornerish plain flat tan wall of a building, with no windows and no doors. Across the street are some shops, and people walk past every so often and give us weird looks. Are you sure you're quite well?"
Morgul did not in fact seem well, but then, did she ever? Mari could not remember a time that she had seen Morgul seem anything other than the way she seemed now. So perhaps all was well. Now, should they set out? Mari hoped to have nine people on the journey, but perhaps that was too much to hope for, as of yet. They had five so far. She was very impatient to go, but she sensed that if someone, especially Firi, missed the opening speech and march, they would not be happy. And Mari really didn't feel like getting killed by a sword today. Tomorrow, perhaps, but today she wasn't in the mood. So she started singing "Aggravating Budapest" to while away the time, and sincerely hoped that someone would come soon to add to their numbers, or else they might just have to start out.
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Eowyn Skywalker
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Look! It's a conspiracy...err, I mean PIPPIN!
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Post by Eowyn Skywalker on Apr 12, 2004 18:03:08 GMT -5
"AHHHHHHHHHHH..."
Suddenly, a brown-gold haired girl fell out of the roof, landing in a puff of orange smoke. "GRAVITY EXISTS!" she screamed. "IT DOES, IT DOES, IT DOES!!!" She waved garlic, and a medal pole around as proff of this.
After realizing that everyone was staring at her, being that she was pointlessly waving garlic around anyhow, and a pole, she stood up, and proceeded to float back up to the roof.
She waved around the garlic, muttered something about conspiracies, and fell back down again. "Will everyone PLEASE quit trying to disprove all my ideas?"
Then she realized that she wasn't where she was suppose to be anymore. "Oh... hi..." she said, grinning helplessly. "I guess that you wouldn't know anything about my quests to destroy the Doomed Candies, and the 152763 garlics, would you?"
After a long silence, in which crickets could be heard, the girl started to talk again. "Yeah, if this is some kind of quest, or a conspiracy, count me in. I'm Tiana Elass, but you wouldn't know that anyhow..." She blinked. "It's a conspiracy. Where am I anyhow, and can I join up with whatever you guys are plotting. I've attempted to take over the world once before, conspiracied against Frodo Baggins, but this isn't Middle-earth, is it, and stolen Luke Skywalker's lightsaber, not to mention everything regarding garlic... so, I have credits here. I have a thief license somewhere too..."
She pulled out a license for aquired Lightsaber thief, a battered up copy of Star Wars, two packets of Warheads, five pencils, Luke Skywalker's lightsaber, three copies of the Lord of the Rings, two One Ring lookalikes, a note from Luke Skywalker threatening to become her co-author if she didn't return his lightsaber, 152763 garlic plants, and a copy of all the Lord of the Rings music books before she finally located her Thief license.
"Ah, here we go," she said, holding it up, and tossing everything else (Besides the lightsaber) away. "My credits!" She waved it around, until she realized that it smelled like garlic, and then stuck it back in her pocket. "So, can I join with whatever you have going here?"
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Post by Lëowen on Apr 12, 2004 19:20:40 GMT -5
Leo blinked, trying vaguely to figure out how someone could carry around that much stuff without falling over. Strange. 'Why've you got so much garlic?' asked Leo, fiddling with the edge of her trenchcoat, which she had stolen from her favourite vampire.* The girl Tiana gave her a shifty look, and whispered something about conspiracies. This seemed a suitable explanation to the gathered Rivendellers. 'Right! Of course you can join!' said Mari suddenly. 'We just need a few more people, then we can set off!' A cry of 'huzzah' greeted her words. They were almost ready to set off! Again. *Alucard (ok, fine. I'd be dead if I really stole it. Oh well. )
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Eowyn Skywalker
Ranger
Look! It's a conspiracy...err, I mean PIPPIN!
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Post by Eowyn Skywalker on Apr 12, 2004 19:40:41 GMT -5
"WE'RE ALL DOOMED!!!!!" shouted Tiana. "And do you really want to know about all 152763 garlics... wait..."
Tiana began to count the garlic, and came to the fact that there were only 152762 left... "NOOOOOOOO!!!" she screamed. "MY GARLIC! *sniff* The shards of garlic... plant that broke away from my pocket. A lament for garlic..." She then began to wail in pig latin.
After screaming about conspiracies, shaving cream, and something about Anakin Skywalker in pig latin, Tiana stopped yelling, and decided to talk normally.
"Oh, the garlic is Anakin Skywalker's," she said normally. "After he decided to take over Middle-earth by making everyone pass out from the smell, then... well, General Jedi Master Jandalf stole it from him, and... well... I kinda stole it from her. I mean... really... Do you want some garlic?" She threw the question out randomly, along with some comments in Ewok about conspiracies, and Luke Skywalker being stuck in the Muppits show.
"Oh," Tiana added, after she stopped talking randomly, and had picked up all the stuff she was carring, and stuffed it (somehow) all in her pocket. "Thanks for letting me join. It's a conspiracy, and we're all doomed!!! DOOM!!!! DOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!"
She looked around at the gathered group, and fidgeted with her brown cloak. "So, does anyone want some garlic?"
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