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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 23 2004, 06:28 PM (2,103 Views) | |
| Aurellis | Aug 25 2004, 09:19 PM Post #126 |
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Fugitive From the Fashion Police
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::wanders up to the happy couple:: Hey, I'd like to stay, but I've got a few things to take care of. I didn't have time for a gift; really sorry 'bout that. Again, hate to run... ::walks outside; sound of V8 can be heard revving, followed by a loud burnout and the smell of burnt rubber. The engine noise gradually fades into quiet::
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| Elizabiethian | Aug 25 2004, 09:54 PM Post #127 |
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Got Rock?
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lol i dont know how,but i've always wanted to learn! Lets just pretend i know how.......hehe! |
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| Jacksong | Aug 25 2004, 10:33 PM Post #128 |
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*Well, it is always tough to do Frank properly, but I have warmed up and had enough grog, time to give it a go.* "Here is another one for the happy couple, this one comes from Mr Sinatra, let's do it guys :band Love and marriage, love and marriage, Go together like a horse and carriage. This I tell ya, brother, you can't have one without the other. Love and marriage, love and marriage, It's an institute you can't disparage. Ask the local gentry and they will say it's elementary. Try, try, try to separate them, it's an illusion. Try, try, try and you only come to this conclusion: Love and marriage, love and marriage, Go together like a horse and carriage. Dad was told by mother you can't have one You can't have none. You can't have one without the other. (Musical interlude) Try, try, try to separate them, it's an illusion. Try, try, try and you only come to this conclusion: Love and marriage, love and marriage, Go together like a horse and carriage. Dad was told by mother you can't have one (You can't have none.) You can't have one without the other |
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| Slackervania | Aug 25 2004, 10:54 PM Post #129 |
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Sexy Succubus
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*stumbles back in, forehead bleeding from where she'd slammed in the wheel when she crashed. She makes her way to the bar, next to TOOL.* "Herc, you wouldn't happen to have a baseball bat behind that bar, would you? I seem to have left my BEATING STICK at home, and I need to kill Papa C." |
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| htz3 | Aug 25 2004, 11:44 PM Post #130 |
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Former Delegate Member of COG
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Seeing Slacker seems stressed gose over to her. "Before you kill anyone can I have a dance?" |
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| Slackervania | Aug 26 2004, 01:18 AM Post #131 |
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Sexy Succubus
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*raises an eyebrow at Cowboy, then thinks better of it when the gash in her forehead stings with the motion* "I can barely walk straight. Besides which, you're supposed to be dancing with Sassy!" |
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| Fudgie | Aug 26 2004, 01:32 AM Post #132 |
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Guy Fawkes' Campaign Manager
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*hugs Slacker and takes her over to the first aid kit in the corner and patches her up* Honey - let's get this covered first and then let's get those boys
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| Fudgie | Aug 26 2004, 01:34 AM Post #133 |
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Guy Fawkes' Campaign Manager
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*spins around and hugs Yulia* Hello you ... were you playing a trick on me?
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| htz3 | Aug 26 2004, 01:37 AM Post #134 |
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Former Delegate Member of COG
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See's how bad a gash Slacker has. Reaches behind the bar and grabs the first aid kit Pulls a chair over for Salcker to sit on and cleans the cut. Calls for a doctor to to check her head. "Can I get you anything?" he asks as they wait for the doc. "ya know if the doc says your okay your gonna owe me a dance. Don't worry Sassy won't mind. " He points across the floor Where Sassy is dancing with someone who can't quite be seen. |
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| Slackervania | Aug 26 2004, 02:20 AM Post #135 |
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Sexy Succubus
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*Slacker scowls* "Yeah, you can get me a baseball bat so I can bash in Papa C's kneecaps!" *waves her hand at Cowboy* "You go have fun. As you can see, I'm not in a dancing mood.* |
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| Fudgie | Aug 26 2004, 02:57 AM Post #136 |
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Guy Fawkes' Campaign Manager
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*grins at Slacker and pulls up her skirt. Tucked into her garter is a small flask* Not up for dancing? How about a drink instead? |
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| Entrance (Starcra) | Aug 26 2004, 03:06 AM Post #137 |
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*grins at Slacker and pulls up her skirt. Tucked into her garter is a small flask* Not up for dancing? How about a drink instead? *walks back in* Anyone need someone murdered? *His face is white*
You're kidding...right ?_? |
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| Jacksong | Aug 26 2004, 03:07 AM Post #138 |
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*Well, the naughty Parrrrtay has been caught, and since the lady singers are all back, and they did such a great job earlier, I talk them into doing the Andrews Sisters version of Glenn Millers "In The Mood". I hope this helps Starcra to remember his past.* Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me" Hope he tells me maybe, what a wing it will be So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude" He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood" First I held him lightly and we started to dance Then I held him tightly what a dreamy romance And I said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three There's a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me" "Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood" In the mood, that's what he told me In the mood, and when he told me In the mood, my heart was skippin' It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now" In the mood for all his kissin' In the mood his crazy lovin' In the mood what I was missin' It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now" So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude" He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood" "Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood" Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me" Hope he tells me maybe, what a wing it will be So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude" He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood" First I held him lightly and we started to dance Then I held him tightly what a dreamy romance And I said "Hey, baby, it's a quarter to three It's a mess of moonlight, won't-cha share it with me" "Well" he answered "Baby, don't-cha know that it's rude To keep my two lips waitin' when they're in the mood" *When the song ends, I take Parrrrtay to the bar so we can get fresh grog, then we make that long awaited walk to the cabana, and she say's what I've been waiting to hear.*"Jacksong, I'm In The Mood" |
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| Entrance (Starcra) | Aug 26 2004, 03:24 AM Post #139 |
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Woo HoO! *while he says this he does 3 forward handstands and lands in the middle of the dance floor**He then begins to dance 1940's style* *As the song ends* I remember being a night club...1929, I was 19...I met someone, it was nopt the same song as it was written yet...but it was similar, and I met someone their. *gives a cookie to Jack* Thanks a bunch! |
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| Liarg | Aug 26 2004, 05:34 AM Post #140 |
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East of Gilead
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After recovering from the momentary shock of the explosion, smoke, and terrible smell, James raises his arm and says something into the sleeve of his jacket. Almost immediately two sinister looking agents :none: step from the shadows and intercept Pa(4r)tay before she can reach the security of the cabana. They hold her, gently but firmly until PC and JD can catch up. James turns back to Yulia-*are you allright, darling? It seems that a little freshening up may be in order or the both of us..* Removes his ruined tuxedo jacket and drops it in a nearby trash can, takes Yulia's hand and heads for the door.... |
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| Entrance (Starcra) | Aug 26 2004, 05:47 AM Post #141 |
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Oh yeah, this is definately a typical SP reception....Guys...some danger music... :band |
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| Yulia | Aug 26 2004, 07:43 AM Post #142 |
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Me? *She glances about quickly and grins, shaking her head* Never. Your lova' couldn't make it? *Yulia looks to AntiD, then back to Fudge and winks* Or did he? |
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| Caer Rialis | Aug 26 2004, 08:05 AM Post #143 |
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Asleep
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**Taking the small bottle, Aidan looks to JD with a surprised look. Then he hears Oscar call out, 'My Chariot! My chariot! The centaurs attack!'** Much obliged. Uh-oh, Dad's got the car keys! **runs out to stop the Emperor** |
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| PapaC | Aug 26 2004, 09:15 AM Post #144 |
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0.5 Steamie; 0.5 FBB
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![]() PapaC appears from behind the cabaņa (with an ņ), dressed from head to toe in helmet and body armour. His kilt hangs outside the protective leggings, he is carrying a riot shield, and he is also sporting a rather fetching reinforced sporran. He looks slightly ridiculous - no, he looks VERY ridiculous, but the precautions are absolutely essential. He walks stiffly across the lawn to the bar, carrying something in his free hand. Slacker is there, still steaming, and PC sneaks up on her blind side. He props up a bright yellow poster on the bar, extracts a small battered tin from his sporran, and slides it (the tin) along the bar to Her Royal Angriness. ![]() "Hi Slacker," he says, warily. Slacker, half turns to see who is standing on her blind side and slipping her tins. She takes up from the bar the baseball bat that she has been toying with (much to Tool's distraction). As she raises the bat to strike, she looks at the ridiculous sight in front of her and laughs. The sign on the bar is telling her that, had she "Belted Up", she would not have sustained nearly as much damage to her royal person. "OK," says PC, "you can have a free hit." With that, she lifts the bat, twists her torso slightly to adjust the angle, and swings with all the strength she can muster. PapaC closes his eyes, and winces as the bat clangs loudly against his reinforced sporran. "Mmmmmmfffffff" is all he can say for a minute or two. As the stars start to subside, PapaC regains some of his ability to speak. "Mmmff ... About ... the ... car ... Look ... in ... the ... tin ......." says PapaC from a horizontal position slightly to the left of Slacker's feet. He looks through the residual blur at Slacker's face, which carries the sort of expression that means 'I can't stick it together with flippin' Band-Aids!!!' "Just ... take ... my ... wordforit ... just ... open ... the ... tin ... Mmfff" pleads PC. Slacker looks sceptical, but nevertheless opens the tin. "What the .... ?" is the expression on her face with the last word left to the imagination. Inside the tin is a small keyring, with a key and medallion attached. The medallion is inscribed with the legend "Axle and Grease - Purveyors of Fine Vehicles to the Royal Family of Scatania" She turns it over in her hand. On the reverse is a brief inscription: "To Slacker - Sorry" She leaves PapaC, still recovering from the blow to his sporran and his pride, and goes outside to see what's there. Much to her surprise, it isn't a broken-down old jalopy, its ...
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| Cerebricona | Aug 26 2004, 09:32 AM Post #145 |
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Dakkon Antilles, President of Cerebricona
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*Way back when the swing song was playing, I took Liz's hands and started swing dancing. After it was over, and after developing a nice shimmer from the active dance...* Whew, swing dancing is very fun. Oh! I should probably give you-know-who their you-know-what. *produces something from his pocket and hides it in his palm, then walks over to htz.* I haven't known you long, man, but I'd be one of the first to say you and LR are a perfect match. Here's a key to one of my helicopters. But it isn't just any helicopter, though. It's small and faster than any other helicopter out there. It doesn't have any Cerebricona marks on it because it was made for our Inteligence Agency. Perfect for quick getaways... and for furtive trips with your new wife. *winks* Oh, and there's a present in there I thought you might like for those long trips away from home, as is often required of the Delegate. *shakes htz's hand firmly and with a friendly smile* It's good to be in the South Pacific sir, and I wish the both of you very well. *walks back to his date* Of course, now I'll have to get a new one... ah well. If it's alright with you, could you please drop me off at Cerebria? I don't think my islands are very far from yours. Of course, this is all for when we're ready to leave, and no need to rush that!
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| Elizabiethian | Aug 26 2004, 10:34 AM Post #146 |
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Got Rock?
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ok no prob!
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| j delight | Aug 26 2004, 10:35 AM Post #147 |
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*handing Parrrtay's leash over to Jacksong and seeing that PC has sustained a rather nasty looking dent to his sporran, JD rushes over to his side and escorts him sweetly to the nearest cabana for some much needed TLC* Good thing my cousin, Ranger, always has a supply of beautiful cars, isn't it? Now let's see about that sporran... :none: |
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| PapaC | Aug 26 2004, 10:59 AM Post #148 |
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0.5 Steamie; 0.5 FBB
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A couple of hours later, JD and PC emerge from the cabaņa, dishevelled but happy. PC seems to have made a full recovery, and has swapped his reinforced sporran for a leather one. The body armour has also been disposed of. JD is looking particularly radiant in a fetching little number. They walk slowly across the lawn, hand in hand and talking animatedly to each other, towards the bar. |
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| j delight | Aug 26 2004, 11:15 AM Post #149 |
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* While finishing their drinks, they realize that Jack and Parrrrtay won't be leaving that cabana any time soon. They decide on a duet and quietly make a request from the bandleader JD: Unforgettable, that's what you are PC: Unforgettable though near or far BOTH: Like a song of love that clings to me How the thought of you does things to me Never before has someone been more PC: Unforgettable in every way JD: And forever more, that's how you'll stay BOTH: That's why, darling, it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too <instrumental interlude by the fabulous Jacksong Orchestra> BOTH: Unforgettable in every way And forever more, that's how you'll stay That's why, darling, it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too |
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| Entrance (Starcra) | Aug 26 2004, 11:17 AM Post #150 |
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Whoo! *claps* Nice one guys *takes another glass of water from the bar* |
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of the explosion, smoke, and terrible smell, James raises his arm and says something into the sleeve of his jacket. Almost immediately two sinister looking agents :none: step from the shadows and intercept Pa(4r)tay before she can reach the security of the cabana. They hold her, gently but firmly until PC and JD can catch up. 


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