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| Betrothal Bash at The Playhouse; The Engagement of PapaC and J Delight | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 29 2004, 11:40 PM (2,599 Views) | |
| j delight | Nov 29 2004, 11:40 PM Post #1 |
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Sometime later... JD and PC finish a sound check, take final measurements for the buffet tables and decorations, and pause for a drink I wish that picture of JT and me at my coronation had kicked up his memory a bit better. He still seems so hazy... you know? Still with a pensive look, JD absentlymindedly scribbles some instructions to give to Semartica later. Sensing her concern for that rascal of an uncle, PC takes her hand and gives it a gentle squeeze... Princess, if I know Jack Tarr by now, I say a party with lots of friends and some good tequila will bring him round again. He'll be in fine fettle by January, and will no doubt walk you down the aisle...<pauses as the words catch in his throat>... at the wedding in style. If he doesn't fall in the gutter like that one time, they both think to themselves and chuckle With a final sigh of resolve, JD glances over the items on her clipboard (a gift from Nan, btw) and gives her fiance a wink and a smile. I'm sure of it. Let's head home, shall we? PC slips his arm around JD and they leave, smiling and talking animatedly about the arrangements for the Betrothal Bash. *CLICK HERE* for your invitation |
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| PapaC | Dec 1 2004, 09:27 AM Post #2 |
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0.5 Steamie; 0.5 FBB
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[Note: You may see a dialog box when you click on a sound clip link. If you do, choose "Open" to play the clip] In the early hours, a small army of badger interior decorators invades the Playhouse. They immediately erect a work sign and rush around making a great deal of fuss and a very large pot of tea. The sound of happy badgers getting set for work And their theme tune Three of them scurry outside and mount banners on poles above the entrance doors. ![]() ![]() And about twenty more spend a couple of hours blowing up balloons and creating an amazing decorative display on the dance floor. And they still have enough breath left over to whistle ![]() More balloons in the lobby ![]() And a special LUAU arrangement on the terrace in honour of the VP. ![]() Where a few badgers can be seen practicing their dance steps in a shady corner.
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| Semartica | Dec 1 2004, 03:11 PM Post #3 |
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Mikail Vlodmekov, Private Investigations.
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*Semartica strides in, leading several short people with beards carring what seems like an unlimited number of barrells into a corner of the room.* Be careful vith zat von. Zat iz ze vodka. *Catches J_Delights eye and waves.* You should get some rest. You look as if you hevent slept in a week. Damn it! *Runs over to deal with a dwarf who seemingly tripped another, the one carring the Badger Beer.* |
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| kloister | Dec 2 2004, 05:39 AM Post #4 |
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Fudgie's 'Fronk'...
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PapaC in the throes of showing the Badger Troupe his fancy breakdance moves... *Kloister wanders over to PapaC and commends him on his performance...* A word in yer shell like my friend...We are going to have to make sure that we have the pool filters set up to cope with the sudden influx of Badger fur...You know what they are like...Once they see the water they are in it before you can say Badger Badger Badger...There is nothing like dive bombing, coming up for air and finding that you have a mouthful of fuzz...
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| parrrrtay | Dec 5 2004, 03:56 PM Post #5 |
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Do not follow me, for I am lost...
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*wanders in to practice some dance moves*
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| kloister | Dec 6 2004, 01:06 PM Post #6 |
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Fudgie's 'Fronk'...
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Work it girlfriend... |
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| Nan | Dec 6 2004, 02:53 PM Post #7 |
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filosofi Doktor
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We really need to make this thing look better! ![]() Well, Ho, Ho, Ho isn't too bad, but.....I'll keep trying to fancy it up. |
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| j delight | Dec 6 2004, 05:19 PM Post #8 |
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Clippy! My how you've changed.
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| Semartica | Dec 6 2004, 11:03 PM Post #9 |
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Mikail Vlodmekov, Private Investigations.
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*Approaches j delight, looking sulky.* Ze barrels filled to ze brim vith champange have a bad leak, ve vill be a few hours behind schedule. |
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| j delight | Dec 7 2004, 12:24 AM Post #10 |
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Don't worry, Smarti, I'll have the badger crew come round and help your dwarves dispose of the leaky barrels. *hugging Clippy Jr. to her, JD looks down her list of lists and sees things are almost in hand* *Looks at the latest edition of SCANDAL...* What's this...? Marmot population explodes...."Pocket Marmots All the Rage" Ohhhh... good heavens! *Wonders if anyone of the guests will be carrying Pocket Marmots*
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| j delight | Dec 7 2004, 10:09 PM Post #11 |
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*JD takes a look at all the wonderful decorations, the tables laden with food and the dwarves and badgers busily finishing the Playhouse...*![]() I hope everyone has a good time she says to herself *Opens the doors and lets the valets know to expect a number of helicopters, limosines, dirty bicycles and fabulous sports cars. Then turns to the neatly wrapped package in the corner and places it next to the Highlander's seat near the stage* OK, ya'll ( to no one in particular and everyone in general) Laysay lay bone tame roolay! |
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| Semartica | Dec 7 2004, 10:21 PM Post #12 |
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Mikail Vlodmekov, Private Investigations.
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*Semartica drunkenley stumbles out of the basement, his hair untidy and sticking up at odd places, his shirt misbuttoned, bow-tie irregular, and coat nonexistent.* Ahhh, My head.... *Looks up, squinting, and then at j delight and the dwarves/badgers with alarm* Zis iz not starting until tomorrow, right?! |
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| PapaC | Dec 8 2004, 05:42 AM Post #13 |
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0.5 Steamie; 0.5 FBB
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The festivities will commence at around 1 pm GMT on Wednesday, 8 December 2004. Honoured guests are requested to await the arrival of the Lady J Delight, She of The Entyre Universe, who will make the official announcement and declare the Bash under way. It should be noted that there is a crêche/nursery facility for badgers, marmots, hamsters, chameleons, penguins and any other "alternatively specied" creatures who may arrive with honoured guests. Every facility is provided for their comfort and well-being, including a wide variety of plants and vegetation for their nourishment. ![]()
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| Caer Rialis | Dec 8 2004, 07:19 AM Post #14 |
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Asleep
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**The car pulls up and a half-dressed Emcee rushes out** What? I'm supposed to be here? No one tells me these things. Positively, ab-so-fraggin-lutely tells me these thigns! I am so gonna fire my agent! And where's my Sparkling Spring? **The emcee is whisked backstage to finish changing** |
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| Caer Rialis | Dec 8 2004, 08:05 AM Post #15 |
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Asleep
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**The Hall darkens suddenly. Cries sound out and people wonder who forgot to pay the electric bill.....Then a sudden guitar riff rings out. A single spot light hits the stage and your friendly neighborhood Emcee is shown, clad in a black "Chthulu for President -- Why Settle for the Lesser of Two Evils" T-shirt and torn jeans can be seen. His Fender-Straticaster slung across his chest, fingers dancing on the strings, he suddenly cuts into this: ** In my waxed up hair and my painted shoes Got an offer that you might refuse Tonight, tonight, we're gonna take a stab Come on along, we'll grab a cab We ain't much to look at so Close your eyes, here we go We're playin' at the talent show Playin' at the talent show Come on along, here we go Playin' at the talent show Check us out, here we go Playin' at the talent show **The lights go up and the music continues** Well we got our guitars and we got thumb picks And we go on after some lip-synch chicks We're feelin' good from the pills we took Oh, baby, don't gimme that look We ain't much to look at so Close your eyes, here we go We're playin' at the talent show Playin' at the talent show Come on along, here we go Playin' at the talent show Check us out, here we go Playin' at the talent show **Now he addresses the audience directly** Welcome, one and all to the Betrothal Bash to eclipse all other Betrothal bashes we've held here in the last fortnight or so! First, I'd like to congratulate the happy couple. Papa, you're getting a good girl here and JD, well, just be good, okay? Shoot, at least now the pair of you don't have to slink around anymore. We've got a great show lined up, with some of the finest talent around the NS world. You'll see some spinning, some singing, maybe even some dancing. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the South Pacific Talent Show. We ain't much to look at so Close your eyes, here we go We're playin' at the talent show Playin' at the talent show Come on along, here we go Playin' at the talent show Check us out, here we go Playin' at the talent show (Thanks to the Replacements for the opening lyrics) **The emcee steps off-stage. A voice over announces: And for our first act . . .the Amazinnnnnnnnnnnng. . . . . . .. . KLOISTER! |
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| DWC | Dec 8 2004, 08:14 AM Post #16 |
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Impartially Biased
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*DWC enters, carrying his gift to the happy couple under one arm, and a leash in the other hand. A Komodo Dragon is at the other end of the leash, salivating and smelling really unpleasant, as Komodo Dragons are wont to do. Tall and skinny, dressed in a long black coat and wearing a black wide-brimmed hat, he looks like Indiana Jones going through a goth stage. Wandering around, he apologizes distracedly to kitchen workers as the Komodo Dragon lunges at plates of food, kegs of beer, and the kitchen workers.* "Sorry... sorry... it's the beer... Lucy Maud's always had a bit of drinking problem... sorry... was that your leg? Let me give you this plastic wrap to use as a tourniquet..." Unable to find the promised creche DWC eventually urges Lucy Maud under a long table laden with food, and ties her leash to one of the legs. "Sorry, dear, I thought you'd get a decent meal over at the creche - all those bunnies and koalas and pangolins to gnaw on. You be good and I'll let you eat one of the Election Commission staff when we get home... yes.. Henderson has been underperfoming recently... that memo on declaring the government illegal was a bit over the top..." Walking over to a table he pulls out a chair and sits down. Pulling out a copy of "Nietzsche's Naughty Political Tricks" he lights a cigarette of suspicious origins and settles down to read... "Hmmm... 'an evil unobserved is an evil none can can call by name'... must remember that one... Where is everyone? Is that a llhama?" Time passes... |
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| DWC | Dec 8 2004, 08:17 AM Post #17 |
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Impartially Biased
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DWC wakes up at home in bed (having just remembered his earlier instructions - ahem... apologies...); "What a remarkably vivid dream of being at JD's Betrothal Bash!" Must have another one of those cigarettes and get dressed..." DWC goes to feed the Dragon... |
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| kloister | Dec 8 2004, 08:26 AM Post #18 |
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Fudgie's 'Fronk'...
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*Kloister enters stage left...Adorned in his national dress...*![]() Greetings on this, the most felicitous of occassions...My thanks to Emcee...And my congratulations to the happily intended, My best friend PapaC and the utterly delightful J Delight... And not to take up any more of your time than necessary...I have heard that there is alot to cram into today's celebrations...Make room in the center of the floor and please put your hands together as I introduce the Wonderfully Acrobatic Motorcycle Display Badger Troop... *The sounds of engines can be heard and the first Badger enters the Playhouse...* First out onto the floor... ![]() Well that's just fantastic...The troop has been in training for many months leading up to this performance...With their final preparations coming in the half time show of the Olympic Football final... He is joined on the floor by... ![]() Superb balance as all three Badgers criss-cross the floor in perfect timing and execution... Next up... ![]() Entering the Playhouse backwards...Three to the motorcycle...Incredible... After 2 complete circuits of the floor the Badger Band brings the accompanying music to a crescendo and...Just look at that...Spectacular... ![]() Nine Badgers all on the same motorcycle in perfect formation...Weaving in and out of the other performing Badgers as they circle the floor...The crowd are overcome and rapturous applause and wOOt's of delight fill the air... The Badger Troop congregates in the centre circle and takes their bows... Thank you...Thank you...Back to your host with the most...Emcee *The Badgers exit the Playhouse and Kloister leaves stage right...* |
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| j delight | Dec 8 2004, 08:27 AM Post #19 |
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*Feeling like the luckiest woman on the planet, which in fact, she is, JD slips in the side door of the Playhouse and puts her arms around PC, who seems a bit tense* Yay Kloister! Amazing..... absolutely amazing! |
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| PapaC | Dec 8 2004, 08:40 AM Post #20 |
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0.5 Steamie; 0.5 FBB
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An Apache from the Royal Scatanian Badger Flight whizzes across the miles to collect DWC and deliver him to the Bash.![]() Hoping for a quiet entrance, DWC is astounded to see the crowds in the foyer awaiting his arrival. As he enters, the crowd starts to chant as one... "LUCY MAUD ... LUCY MAUD ... LUCY MAUD ..."
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| DWC | Dec 8 2004, 08:56 AM Post #21 |
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Impartially Biased
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Holding his hat with one hand DWC descends the steps of the very nicely decorated Royal Scatanian Badger Flight helicopter, the wind from the spinning rotors at first drowning the noise of the crowd... As he walks across the grass away from the chopper the Dragon is straining at her leash, and soon DWC can hear, counterpointing the thumping of the blades, the audience calling her name. "Damn, I hate a crowd..." he thinks, although the tugging on the leash reminds him that Lucy Maud LOVES crowds. Approaching the first group of people she suddenly lunges at a young man wearing a badger costume and holding a glass. He falls back as the vile lizard claws at his arm until the glass comes free, slurping up its contents before veering away... "Sorry Kloister! Sorry!" DWC smiles abashedly and leads Lucy Maud off to the creche, but to no avail as she pulls the leash from his hand and trots off to the beer tent. Sighing, the Chief Election Commissioner hopes his associate, the lovely and talented JD, won't hold his pet's improprieties and addictions against him. Turning to face the crowd he takes his gift from his pocket and holds it up... "Ladies and gentlemen..." But no one pays attention, the crowd is milling about, and there are screams coming from the beer tent. DWC sits down, puts his gift on the table in front of him, picks up a book, lights up a dodgy cigarette, and dreams of a world where hedgehogs wear small rubber boots and control the oil supply. Time passes... |
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| j delight | Dec 8 2004, 09:06 AM Post #22 |
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*As they head for their seats arm in arm, JD nudges PC...* Is that Van Helsing or did some goth kid throw up on Dwick? And if I'm not mistaken, maybe we should send Starcra to the beer tent and have him take care of that awful screaming. Wonder what's up? Always something strange in the wake of the Head Commish she thinks to herself.(OOC - waiting for a few more to show before making my speech, dontcha know) |
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| Caer Rialis | Dec 8 2004, 09:16 AM Post #23 |
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Asleep
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**Watching Kloister's from backstage** What? Motorcycles? Gasoline/Petrol fumes? And no Sparkling Springs? Oh, oh, oh, what is this going to do to my poor voice **The crowd starts chanting Lucy Maud . . . Lucy Maud** Shoot, now someone else is getting cheers **The emcee steps out to center stage, waving a hand before his face to clear some of the fumes away. He's now wearing a pair of comfotable black pants, white dress shirt and SpongeBob necktie** Wow, let's put it up for Kloister and those amazinnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg baders! *waits for applause to stop** Seeing as PapaC is one of the main celebrants of this little shindig, it's only fitting that basdgers would take part in the show. I almost feel bad for whoever has to follow that act . . . **blithely forgetting that he is following the act as emcee** And now, an act that really needs no introduction. an act we are all waiting to watch with baited breath...The ever effervescent, ennervating, enchanting, extraordinary . . . . .Parrrrtay! |
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| j delight | Dec 8 2004, 09:30 AM Post #24 |
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Meanwhile.... backstage a pair of hungover dwarves burst into the Emcees dressing room with a case of nicely chilled Sparkling Spring. Mehhh... this oughtta do em. Ack... my head. They slip out the door being careful not to let it slam behind them and head for the beer tent, where all has gone quiet for some reason... |
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| PapaC | Dec 8 2004, 10:03 AM Post #25 |
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0.5 Steamie; 0.5 FBB
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Eamonn, the Kilted Bartender, has noticed that CR seems to be flagging in both senses of the word. The semaphore signals are getting more hectic by the second, and with his "Enid Blyton Book of Signalling" Eammon manages to make out the words "H_lp. N__d wat_r. Sparkling Spring and quick pl_ase." Eammon quickly realises that the page with 'E' on one side and 'F' on the other has been torn out by persons unknown. He rushes over to CR with a huge bottle of Glenkiltie Sparkling Highland Spring.
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