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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Aug 14, 2004 17:06:26 GMT -5
Mari was sulking at her computer. Mip was supposed to be here, but no. A certain Hurricane Charley with a string of very colourful adjectives had decided to say hallo to Port Charlotte, idiot that he was. And of course he had chosen a weekend on which to do so. Mari was left with nothing to do but refresh and refresh for more updates and damage reports about Charlotte County.. but no! It was all Tampa and Punta Gorda, but never Port Charlotte! Mari asked for pardon while she burst into flame. That did it. Not only did she miss Mip dreadfully, and it had been only a day... there was also little news and lots of fools writing articles and talking on television. Fools. All of them. Fools.
Something must be done. And something was going to be done. Mari held a blinding grudge against all males named Charley forever more. Charlies were alright.. but Charleys were insufferable. It was not fitting that a Charley should be left alive. First she would kill every man, man, and man named Charley, and then she would go after the hurricane.
She reckoned that she would be better off with a force of friends, though. By herself the murders would take too long. In number, however, something could really be accomplished. She waited for others to come online and plan. This would be good. All of her pent-up anger and rage and grief could come out in a very fitting and homocidal way. Hopefully others would join her cause. For now, however, she would write a letter to Mip. Mip would have to be in on the thing, too, of course. Kidnapping would also have to occur...
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Post by Amarië on Aug 14, 2004 19:30:40 GMT -5
Ala sat sulking in front of her computer also. Several e-vile schemes were forming upstairs. After hours of endless searching online, occasionally getting off and making a few phone calls, Ala was nearly exhausted, but still had a sthingy handy. She picked up a broom and pounded on the ceiling. 'ANYTHING GOOD UP THERE?!' Ala yelled. There were a few muffled noises.
After running while grumbling up the stairs, Ala opened the door to several strange looking men sitting in front of computers and desks with papers on them. 'What did you say?!' Ala screamed like they were deaf.
'We have a plan!' They screamed back. Ala walked over, took the piece of paper and examined it carefully. 'Good job,' Ala said in a normal tone again.
They nodded and each went on a computer. Ala walked over to a laminating machine located in the corner and got one of the men to help her laminate the tiny piece of paper. 'Thank'ee,' Ala said, then turned to everyone to speak, 'REFRESHMENTS ARE LOCATED ACROSS THE HALL!' At that, all of the men flocked across the hall.
She walked over to one of the computers, pulled up a few windows, typed a few things, then grabbed her trench coat and set out the door.
About two minutes later, Ala found herself in a room, sulking behind Mari, reading an article. Mari turned and asked if Ala had her s p o o n s.
'Along with my detangling spray,' she said, taking out a large purple bottle and spraying a cardboard image of a Charley in the eyes. Then she went and sat on the couch and waited for everyone else. Reviewing over several papers and plans.
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Post by Arafangwen on Aug 19, 2004 14:40:54 GMT -5
Narrator Voice of Doomtm: Let me tell you Arafangwen's side of the story, and then maybe you would understand less of what will transpire later on....
"Ara had been gone for weeks, nay months without an Availability of Doomtm to help her return to her natural habitat at Rivendell. She had become weak and irratable without her normal routine of insanity. It was driving her to sanity in the worst scenarios!!! Until one day, she escapped! She made her way to a internet connection and was back in the light in no time! But there was something missing, she could sense the disturbance in the force immedietly as she walked throught the urple padded gates, something was horrificly wrong!
Then she heard the news, it almost made her sick to her stomach, but she hadn't eaten yet so she was ok. The community idol that they all adored, Mass'a Mippin had, her internet connection, it had been, slaughtered! *gasps a plenty*
Something had to be done! This was NOT tollerable! She would go find her comrades and they would do something about this! First, they would destroy all Charleys being man, man, or man, and then.... They would go after, IT! *Dun, dun, dun*
She ran to her kitchen and gathered twelve of her best Taco Bell sporks (still in the wrapper mind you) and headed for the door when another thought hit her, hard. It hit her so hard in fact, that she fell over. Somehow, it had managed to get onto the ledge above her door and jump her. But nevermind how it happened, it did! She quickly got up and wrestled it to compliance, which was fairly easy for a master hair stylist like herself. She then took the though who's name happened to be Hairspray of Doomtm and threw it in her bag with the sporks and a few other domran items that she had decided to bring out of pure, well, something or another.
But nevermind all that, she was off! And she was on a mission! A mission to avenge Mass'a Mippin's internet connection! A mission to destroy all man, man, and mans named Charley! A mission! A mission! A mission, to find herself a new screenwriter....."
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Post by Amarië on Aug 21, 2004 17:53:12 GMT -5
Ala looked down, then up, then to her left, then to her right, and then behind her. 'Ah-HA!' she said, pointing at the wall. She poked it hard, leaving a dent in it. An 'ow' could be heard from somewhere.. else.. and then a loud booming voice from somewhere.. near the else..
'Ara's here!!' Ala jumped up and opened the door.
'A mission! A mission! A mission, to find herself a new screenwriter.....' the boom-y voice finished. Ara walked in and they all greeted.
'Yes, yes.. the screenwriter thing can wait. Now we must prepare! Have you gotten everything?'
Ara nodded, taking out a few random things that would look the least bit harmless in the hands of any other person you would see on the street, but in the case of a Rivendeller, they were things to be feared.
'Good, good. Now we shall sit and wait some more, in hopes our comrades will aid in our plans, and lead us to success and victory,' Ala said, everyone paused and stared at her for a moment. She blinked and sat back down.
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Post by Marigold Gamgee on Aug 26, 2004 14:56:25 GMT -5
"We shall?" Mari asked, raising her eyebrows. "If ye ask me, I think we've waited long enough. If our comrades wish to lend us aid, let them follow us. We shall leave notice of our whereabouts here and set out!"
Ara certainly seemed ready to go, and Ala consented after giving some thought to the matter. Together they wrote a message to anyone who might appear in hopes of joining them on their mission:
To any lost comrade who may find this note, we declare that we have forsaken this abode and gone on to loftier things. Verily have we departed and set forth upon our Quest to regain the company of our lost companions and wreak vengence upon the causers of our misfortunes. Our vendetta with those of the name of Charley shall not be concluded until the seventieth hour of the fiftieth day of the third month of the year of Yellow in the reckoning of the people of Franland. If thou seekest to join us on our Quest, heed these directions three: Make for the village of Bree. Keep off the road, and travel only by night. You will have to leave the name of Baggins behind you, for that name is not safe outside the Shire. When, using these instructions, thou hast discovered our whereabouts, verily may ye join us if thou speakest the password, knowest the square root of seven, givest us thy most precious spork, and fulfilleth a further undisclosed requirement. Upon admission to our ranks, thou shalt be entitled to all the rights and privileges given to a full member thereunto. We wish thee great good fortune and Godspeed on thy quest to locate the Quest.
Signed on this twenty-sixth day of the month of April of the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Four by the reckoning of the calendar of Pope Gregory, commonly used throughout the Western world,
The Right Honourable Messrs Grubb, Grubb, and Boffin.
They all laughed and grinned at each other. "I do believe that's good enough," Mari proclaimed.
"Yea, verily, 'tis good enough for ten thousand knaves," Ala proclaimed.
Ara said something about penguins and they all laughed again. Writing the letter seemed to have taken a toll on them, but they didn't care. Checking to see that they had everything, including the map, they assembled in triple file and proceeded boldly out the door on their Quest, and into the Great Unknown.
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