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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 (2,609 Views) | |
| j delight | Dec 8 2004, 06:22 PM Post #51 |
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*clapping wildly and throwing kisses to her gorgeous friend, JD just hears a familiar voice and turns to see Jason sporting his usual fabu suitage and a smirky kind of smile to go with it* *Runs over and slaps him on the back with a hug, no joke this time, although the good Emperor makes a quick check of his back* Wasn't that AMAZING? Good to see you, guy. Vienna is welcome to stay around here or head for the nursery and watch Jeff Corwin movies and eat jam pies with the others *points down the hall* |
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| Fudgie | Dec 8 2004, 07:53 PM Post #52 |
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Guy Fawkes' Campaign Manager
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*raises an eyebrow at Antonio - who blushes in a badgery sort of way* Stefanie is really healthy Everything is progressing fine.I'd love a Jam Tart .. Ravishing Aussies? Great name! I'll just drop the babies down at the creche. Did DWC bring Lucy Maude? I hope he has her muzzled! That man is such a worry. *looks around* I wonder where MF is? |
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| j delight | Dec 8 2004, 08:42 PM Post #53 |
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Oooooo.... Fudge dearest, he didn't stop by the beer tent did he? Uhhh... about Dwick's dragon...well, she may or may not be muzzled at this point, but there were *drops her voice to a whisper* a few "incidences," shall we say, earlier this evening. Stefanie, eh? Well, that's just a good thing then. I wondered for a while, but overheard some talk at the Grooming Parlour. The fuzzy dears were watching Jeff Corwin last I saw. *Hears an odd sort of muffled screaming sound coming from the basement* Excuse me, babe, but I believe security has a mighty tough job to do. <winning smile> Enjoy the tarts and the Talent Show! practicing on Market Street earlier today*Excuses herself quickly and makes for the Scatanian Royal Guard, milling around backstage, waiting for their chance to play a rousing march by Sousa, on bagpipes no less, for the Talent Show. They put down their pipes, draw their claymores and dispatch immediately to the basement * Now WHERE did Dwick go to? * Scans the dark corners of the Playhouse Hall for Goth Vader. Spots PapaC chatting with Jason and signals with her eyes that the situation is under control for the moment. * |
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| DWC | Dec 8 2004, 10:32 PM Post #54 |
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Impartially Biased
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"Luuuuuuucy! Lucy! Lucy Maud!" DWC crouches down in the ruins of the beer tent, peering under tables and around overturned chairs. A bloodied hand lifts lifts, feebly, from a pile of rubble... "Uuuuuurgghh..." a voice says. DWC moves quickly to the heap of furniture, shattered kegs, and broken glass. Moving the wreckage to one side he quickly uncovers what appears to be a dwarf, lying semi-conscious on the grass. DWC slaps him sharply on both cheeks "Wake up man! Get a hold on yourself!" "Uuuuurghhh..." says the dwarf. "Have you seen Lucy Maud?" A look of confusion crosses the little man's bruised and battered face. "Lucy Maud! Greenish grey skin, long tongue, sharp pointy teeth, an unquenchable taste for Guinness - have you seen her?" At this last the dwarf, a look of horrified recognition on his face, curls into a ball and starts to sob quietly. "Damn it!" thinks DWC, "if it isn't that weasel Emperor Jason coming wearing the same hat as me, it's Lucy Maud assulting the staff..." Suddenly he hears a clattering and loud shouts from inside the building or, so it seems, from beneath the building. Torn between concern for the mauled dwarf and worry over Lucy Maud and the possibility of the Bethrothal Bash becomine a post-modern variation on the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre, DWC pulls a crisp 1000 riel note from his pocket and tosses it onto the man's quivering back. "Take that and get a taxi to the hospital. There's a good chap - I do hope they have socialized medine here, if not just try asking the doctors some questions; do it yourself surgery is remarkably easy if you have the right anaesthetics, and of course the right knives.." Leaving the remains of the beer tent he notices a strange trail, mingled red and yellow, and in an instant is carried back to the memories of his own wedding. The laughter, the champagne, the Komodo Dragon running amok, the amputations and lawsuits. He follows the blood and the beer until he runs into JD. Breathing heavily from anxiety, he puts one arm agains the wall and wipes the sweat from his brow. Well, from his nose actually, which has always been something of an embarassment, having a sweaty nose... "JD, please tell me there's nothing down those stairs..." He looks behind the radiant bride to be, past Fudgie, and focuses on the reptilian footsteps, inked in lymph and lager, which disappear down a narrow set of steps into the basement... |
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| Military Force | Dec 8 2004, 10:54 PM Post #55 |
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Wandering Ghost
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*The Praetor walks in wearing dress whites, and sabre* So sorry I'm late princess *kisses her on the cheek* So what can we do for fun here. Please tell me it ends with dancing . Oh and is your dad gonna be able to make it? I have something i wanted to give to him. I found the axe and bow i gave him, do you have any idea what they'd be doing in your closet dear? |
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| j delight | Dec 8 2004, 10:58 PM Post #56 |
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(DWC)
*Glaring somewhat sympathetically, JD briefly considers a very curt comeback, but decides to laugh hysterically instead. Finally gaining her composure... Dwick... buddy... I hope for your insurance company's sake that the muffled screaming-turned-moaning sounds coming from the basement are NOT, in fact, the dying gurgles of the Scatanian Royal Guard, but rather.... Parrrrtay and that cute stagehand who helped her up from that odd pose where her ankles... <ahem> well anyway.... Let's just hope it's them and not Lucy Maud. I think it should be YOUR job to go and find out. *Turns to a rather alarmed Fudgie* Did you bring an extra muzzle by any chance? *Gives a sly wink to Fudgie and a nod to Kell How you doin'? See you brought weapons. Good. |
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| Fudgie | Dec 8 2004, 11:02 PM Post #57 |
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Guy Fawkes' Campaign Manager
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Of course we'll be dancing. ![]() I think the most fun we can have at hte moment is watching DWC find Lucy Maud ... and hope she doesn't hurt our babies. *spots the Axe and Bow* I don't know what you're talking about, I didn't hide those. And don't show Oscar! We don't need a repeat of the last time :wacko: Hmm - that uniform is rather cute *kisses him on the nose* Shall we mingle?
At least he didn't bring the tank. I don't have a spare muzzle on me, sorry JD. Perhaps there's one in the car? |
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| DWC | Dec 8 2004, 11:13 PM Post #58 |
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Impartially Biased
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DWC watches Fudge and MF walk away. "You find out who your friends are when the Dragon runs wild...", he thinks. Turning to JD, "bah, don't worry about the insurance, the Election Commission is above the law... you of all people should know that!" With this he and JD exchange the secret handshake that signifies their membership in the Order of the Badger Apocalypse. "Now, I'm very concerned about Lucy Maud. She's stuck down there with Parrrrtay, and you know what she's like. You know, I really did expect that this would be more of a family gathering. Lucy Maud so likes children..." |
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| Military Force | Dec 8 2004, 11:19 PM Post #59 |
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Wandering Ghost
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I should love to princess. *kisses her back* Antonio should be able to take care of the two of them :none: and about last time... ummmm... i was thinking there weren't nearly enough ice sculptures here... so i think i may have ordered a few to come later on once things start winding down... I'm sorry princess... I really couldn't help it... DWC can I lend you a hand with... whatever it is? *goes over to motorcycle and starts rifling through a compartment until he comes across a small briefcase* |
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| Semartica | Dec 8 2004, 11:24 PM Post #60 |
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Mikail Vlodmekov, Private Investigations.
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*Takes leftover drinks from the bar and pours them into one barrel.* Heheheheheheheheh... So, Mr. Omega.... You seem to think zat you heve complete conrol over things, hmmm? Vell, let us see vot kind of control you haff ven you drink zis!!!!!! *Lights a match and ignites the drink, the extiquishes the fire with a fire extinquiser.* Heheheheheheheheheh.... |
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| DWC | Dec 8 2004, 11:34 PM Post #61 |
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Impartially Biased
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MF:
"Thank you MF, that would be much appreciated. You know, I'm very worried. She's been down there some time, and she's quite vulnerable... I think she's had a lot to drink... Who knows what Parrrrtay could do - she's quite crazy, you know..." |
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| j delight | Dec 8 2004, 11:46 PM Post #62 |
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Good going, Commish. OOOooooohhhhhhh my head hurts. *Quietly walks back into the Hall and hangs onto PC for dear life!* |
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| Military Force | Dec 9 2004, 12:03 AM Post #63 |
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Wandering Ghost
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*steps into a back room with two briefcases. Comes back out wearing black insertion gear, night vision goggles and carrying a tranq pistol. Hefts a flash-bang grenade in his left hand* Let's do this. |
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| Wachovia Coalition | Dec 9 2004, 12:09 AM Post #64 |
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visitor from the East Pacific
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*sips his water slowly at the bar as he watches the ongoing performances and excitement* Ah yes, this is more The South Pacific I know. *watches Semartica create his latest concoction* I'm not quite sure who you're talking to but that does look like a fiery mix. |
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| DWC | Dec 9 2004, 12:13 AM Post #65 |
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Impartially Biased
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DWC looks at MF, impressed, and follows him into the darkened stairwell. "MF," he whispers, "wouldn't this be easier?" He reaches up and flicks the light swith, flooding the stairs with fluorescent light, and showing a glimpse of the concrete basement floor, bare except for the bloody and beer-soaked footprints of the dragon and what appears to be an article of lingerie... They start downward, the men's boots treading lightly on the old wood, creaking in time with their descent, and with their racing hearts. From behind DWC takes in MFs outfit, and he wonders if the insertion gear will prove a match for a ravening Parrrrtay... "I hope my little girl is alright," he thinks, wishing that he'd let Lucy Maud take a nip from the little girl in the park earlier that day. It's always times like this when you think of the things you should have done, should have said... |
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| htz3 | Dec 9 2004, 12:22 AM Post #66 |
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Comes in and Walks to jd Kisses her hand. "My Lady I wish you nothing but happiness." |
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| Military Force | Dec 9 2004, 12:43 AM Post #67 |
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Wandering Ghost
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*hands DWC a pair of night vision specs* The point of no light would be so she can't see... *slides open a hidden panel in the wall and takes out two assault rifles* We might need tp go heavier, aren't you glad that this building used to be a safehouse before it was converted? *flips back another panel and takes out two flak jackets* Let's lock and load boys *moves down stairwell slowly scanning for movement, the M-16's lethal barrel matching his gaze* |
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| htz3 | Dec 9 2004, 12:58 AM Post #68 |
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Former Delegate Member of COG
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Hurrys down to MF and DWC to see if he can help. |
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| j delight | Dec 9 2004, 12:59 AM Post #69 |
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Cowboy said:
Well, Cowboy, then you better hope that those nimrods don't shoot Parrrrtay or themselves accidently. Kell, now he's a fine shot, but Dwick? Egad, the man is hopeless with firearms. Anyway... welcome to the party! :lol: :lol: :lol: *Flags down a nearby badger* Cheese puff? *turns and watches with amusement as the Delegate moves into action* PC Darlin, this is one hell of a Bash.
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| LadyRebels | Dec 9 2004, 01:04 AM Post #70 |
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*wander in* and they say redheads don't look good in red....... ![]() Hey J and PC how ya'll doing tonight? |
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| j delight | Dec 9 2004, 01:10 AM Post #71 |
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Ha cha cha.... well lookie here. It seems there were badgers on motorcycles, an erotic dancer, a komodo dragon gone wild and several dwarves gone missing or maimed.... nothing much, and you? :lol: *big hugs all around and quite a kiss, too* ' Brandy at the bar, babe. |
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| LadyRebels | Dec 9 2004, 01:14 AM Post #72 |
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*does the goochie goochie move* Yes let's go have a brandy, looks like my hubby took a dive down the stairs with the other two......*starts laughing* Sometimes J honey I wonder about your parties...... :rock *kisses her on the cheek, while getting some :shooters * |
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| j delight | Dec 9 2004, 01:20 AM Post #73 |
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Yeah, Sassy, sometimes I wonder about my friends, too. :lol: *Orders up another Jamberry punch as the sounds of clattering, Scatanian cursing, much giggling and some kind of musical instrument are heard coming up from the basement* I think they found Parrrrtay. Cheers! |
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| DWC | Dec 9 2004, 01:26 AM Post #74 |
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Impartially Biased
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DWC's worries over Lucy Maud are overcome by the availability of automatic weapons and adrenaline... "Sorry about the light..." he flicks the switch; the night vision goggles hum to life, surrounding him in washed out green. Thinking "this is like the old days, running elections with the General in Pakistan..." the Commissioner tries to strap on the flak jacket over his full-length coat, but fails and leaves it on the stairs. But beneath the excitement he can't help feeling bad, knowing that no matter how this evening ends, all Lucy Maud had wanted was to perform her new trick for the happy couple... ![]() But as they reach the bottom the basement reveals a bizarre sight... the room is filled with a strange wind, which turns out to be coming from a large fan mounted in one wall. And, floating in the air in front of the fan, is a singing kite, the wind making odd musical notes as it passes through the strings of the Khlèn Phnorng... ![]() Sitting as though drugged against the wall are Parrrrtay, with a wide grin and staring eyes, Lucy Maud, who while possibly not drugged was definitely tipsy, and next to her what could have been the remains of a stage-hand, or possibly a leftover ham sandwich. The strangely haunting music whistles in the air and MF and DWC stand, transfixed... |
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| kloister | Dec 9 2004, 05:38 AM Post #75 |
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Fudgie's 'Fronk'...
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*A small troop of BIA Agents take up supporting positions to the rear and flanking focus of everyone's attentions...Ready to step in should they be needed...* Meanwhile up in the main party hall the DJ for the evening is setting up his kit and even from here it looks pretty darned impressive...The DJ however does not and I just can't imagine which plonker booked this wally...But hey I am sure the tunes will be superb and everyone will be eager to dance the night away and either get down and dirty or lovey duvey with their chosen partners... |
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