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Jocelyn
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Jul 27, 2013 02:59PM
Yeah, the problem with poetry is you don't always have any characters at all. *headdesk*
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XD XDNikara: Careful, Frank, those mice are lethal. Especially after getting into the Cap'n's liquor supply.
Kyra: (snorts) Especially especially when we happen to have a bottle of Dr. Sackett's Constipation Syrup on board.
Sara: (grumpily) Guaranteed.
Mouse #12: (Coming out of a hole in the wainscoting, into the deserted ship’s tavern.) Faye, I guess somebody needs to tell the boys.Mouse #15: (Gathering up crumbs under a table). What’s that, Rita?
Mouse #12: I overheard those girls talking in the galley. (Wearily.) They know.
Mouse #15: (Bundling the crumbs in her apron.) Know what?
Mouse #12: (Glancing around nervously.) About that clear stuff in the bottle.
Mouse #15: The laxative they put on the honeycombs? (Her expression darkens.) I wonder how they found out?
(Wilfred’s wife shakes her head.)
Mouse #15: (Picks up a last crumb.) It must be potent.
Mouse #12: Poor Narvis was the one who got to test it out.
(Faye clutches her apron tightly as she burst into mouse laughter. Rita starts giggling in spite of herself.)
Mouse #15: Narvis said he nearly died of the flux. Loretta ladled liquids down his throat all afternoon to save him from dehydration.
Mouse #12: And now Kyra’s sidekicks have found out about it.
(Suddenly they stop laughing.)
Nikara: (poking through the basement) I wonder where those mice hide their little stash of syrup...?Kyra: (whistling) Man, there is a lot of junk down here. Someone on board is a hoarder.
Nikara: (guiltily) Well, okay, yeah, but some of it might come in handy someday.
Kyra: (gives Nikara a skeptical look and continues to pick through the waste)
Sara: I've got it! It's over here!! (emerges from a pile of trash holding a bottle of clear, thick syrup)(cackles) All that time, with me trying to get revenge on the mice... and now, I finally know how!
Kyra: (smiling slightly) I wonder if those brownies in the kitchen are for dessert tonight...
Nikara: (laughing) We'll see, huh?
Det. Mallard: I think I'm getting sick lately. It must be these seas. Do you know if there is any kind of medicine aboard?Me: Hmm. What kind of medicine. For fever? Or cold? Because I don't think we have either.
Det. Mallard: Maybe it is just the food that is on here. I have been eating a lot of cheese, beans, and some other stuff that has wreaked havoc on my system.
(He looks around and spots a red bottle nicely placed on a noticeably small stool). Ooh. This looks like medicine.
Me: No don't!!! (Knocks the bottle out of his hand. It surprisingly doesn't smash against the wall but bounces off, hits the floor and rolls out of view).
Det. Mallard: (In a daze, frustrated). What?!
Me: You nearly drank the bottle of Dr. Sackett's Constipation Syrup on board.
Det. Mallard: (Pauses). Really.
Me: Yep. I am glad you are around me, dude. That would've in more ways than one, spelled disaster. (Starts to snicker).
Det. Mallard: It's not funny.
[[RotFL! Well done everyone.]]
Sara’s found the syrup. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
Sara: (cackles) Trust your gut feeling, M. It's typically correct.Nikara: (snickers) Nice one, Mallard. I almost wish CJ hadn't saved you, just to see what would've happened.
Kyra: (shaking her head)(mutters) And Nikki's the nice one...
Ducky: Nikki? The nice one? What?Nightshade: *pats Ducky on the back* Happens to the best of us, Duckster.
Ducky: *looks repulsively at Nightshade* Is it going to happen to me?
Nightshade: Of course not. I said 'the best of us,' didn't I?
Ducky: *glares at Nightshade* Oh, you little mouse.
Treasure: *dashing into the room with a look of terror* Oh, you saw it too, then!
Ducky+Nightshade: What?
Treasure: It came right this way, under my feet, and I swear it was muttering 'Sara' over and over under its breath. Goddess! *faints*
Ducky: Treasure!
Nightshade: *cackles* Oh, Sara's got it in for her!!!
Me: I can't believe your detective skills escaped you in that moment, Detective Mallard.Det. Mallard: Well when you aren't feeling well you don't quite think straight.
Me: Admit it. I think I would make a good cop!
Det. Mallard: Do you have a drinking problem?
Me: Well, no.
Det. Mallard: Then you aren't a real cop.
Me: Wait, you are being unfair! You don't drink either.
Det. Mallard: I am addicted to coffee.
Me: That's not exactly the same thing.
Det. Mallard: Well in my book it is.
Me: What book?
Det. Mallard: Nevermind. It's just an expression.
Me: Well I've got an expression for you. I easily solved the case of the planted Syrup bottle.
Det. Mallard: Really?
Me: Yeah. It was placed on a small stool. Chances are only a rodent with wily plans would be able to put something on a stool with such a small height.
Det. Mallard: And what makes you think that?
Me: (In a bad British accent) It's elementary, my dear Mallard.
(Mallard stares daggers. A long pause)
Me: Will you stop looking at me like that?!
Treasure Ducky wrote: "Ducky: Nikki? The nice one? What?Nightshade: *pats Ducky on the back* Happens to the best of us, Duckster.
Ducky: *looks repulsively at Nightshade* Is it going to happen to me?
Nightshade: Of cour..."
Sara: (crossing her arms) Let those mice come. I can take whatever they dish out.
Kyra: (groaning) Now she's just asking to get pulverized by tiny furry rodents.
Nikara: Well, you certainly didn't make her the intelligent one.
CJ wrote: "Me: I can't believe your detective skills escaped you in that moment, Detective Mallard.Det. Mallard: Well when you aren't feeling well you don't quite think straight.
Me: Admit it. I think I woul..."
LOL!!! Brilliant, CJ!!!
LOL! Poor Frank. Now what will the mice get up to?
Lol!
Andy: (looks around the deck, scoots closer to Leslie and whispers) I'm waiting for the captain's order.
Leslie: Huh? What order?
Andy: To swab the deck or to walk off the plank.
Leslie: (gasps) Why would you want to do that? You're an heiress. Besides, as long as you don't violate the pirates' code of ethics, the captain won't order you to do those things.
Andy: What code of ethics?
Leslie: (stares at Andy) Is there a reason why you're suddenly interested?
Andy: (shakes her head) There's no reason. I'm just curious.
Leslie: Andy...I know you, this isn't just about your curiosity.
Andy: (sighs) Fine. It's better to walk off the plank than to witness the mice having a tea party. Look what happened to Frank, besides, a tea party? I know they're up to something again.
Andy: (looks around the deck, scoots closer to Leslie and whispers) I'm waiting for the captain's order.
Leslie: Huh? What order?
Andy: To swab the deck or to walk off the plank.
Leslie: (gasps) Why would you want to do that? You're an heiress. Besides, as long as you don't violate the pirates' code of ethics, the captain won't order you to do those things.
Andy: What code of ethics?
Leslie: (stares at Andy) Is there a reason why you're suddenly interested?
Andy: (shakes her head) There's no reason. I'm just curious.
Leslie: Andy...I know you, this isn't just about your curiosity.
Andy: (sighs) Fine. It's better to walk off the plank than to witness the mice having a tea party. Look what happened to Frank, besides, a tea party? I know they're up to something again.
LOL! Good morning Leslie. (Well, morning here. Work about to start.) Evening with you, I think.
Goodmorning Guy! Yes, it's evening here and I'm about to do a few rounds as a ghost :D
Have a nice day!
Have a nice day!
As a ghost, eh? A ghost in the machine? I am curious what that's like.
It’s only ninety-two days until Halloween. Mwahahaha!
Yes.Thank you, M. I've marked it in my calendar.
Ninety-two days ... I should get to work on my costume. Who should I go as? I was thinking the Eleventh Doctor, but now I'm inclined to save that for Comicon.Terry: Cosplay? Really?
Me: Yeah ... criticize me too harshly and I'll work it into your character.
Terry: Actually, that would make total sense. Can I dress up as Han Solo?
Me: Sure, but everyone mistakes you for Hayden Christensen's Anakin.
Terry: Ouch.
Guy wrote: "As a ghost, eh? A ghost in the machine? I am curious what that's like."
Nothing like that, Guy. It's just a work of my imagination after my death (first thing that comes to your mind thread).
M, since I got on board, that's the first time I 'see' you laugh like that. It's creepy.. lol
Nothing like that, Guy. It's just a work of my imagination after my death (first thing that comes to your mind thread).
M, since I got on board, that's the first time I 'see' you laugh like that. It's creepy.. lol
I had never heard that “Mwahahahaha” business until I joined the W.S.S. I picked it up from reading Alex’s and Amanda’s posts. Amanda was fun! I wish she were still active in the group.
Ok, I'll rephrase, it's cute yet creepy :))
LOL!Sophia: [To Guy.] M has, it seems, relaxed into a full throated creepy laugh. First time, I think.
Guy: Yes. So? [Shrugs.]
Sophia: I was, in a backhanded way, I guess, observing that the WSS has a relaxed nature. It gives introverts like you and M and others, the ability to let your hair down.
Guy: But I don't have any hair. I've shaved it off.
Sophia: [Frowns.] Really? No sleep last night, that you feel the need to be an ass?
Guy: I wasn't. I just don't see why M laughing was worthy of comment. He's a human? He laughs. And other stuff, too, I'm sure.
Sophia: [Sighs.] Where's Neve?
Guy: Last time I saw her, she was plotting some kind of revenge. Something about getting sacked? Or sacking mice or their city? She wasn't all that coherent.
Sophia: Well, that's got to be more fun than you. [Leaves.]
Sara: (cracks up) Didn't she try to tell you, Frank? You've should've listened to the Cap'n.Nikara: What are you laughing about? You did the exact same thing with the mousetraps while you were hunting mice.
Sara: (waving a finger) Yes, but that was a long time ago. I've matured.
Nikara: (snorts skeptically)
Nikara: Hmm... now who does Frank remind me of? (looks pointedly at Sara)Sara: (indignantly) I'm telling you, those mice had it in for me!!
Kyra wrote: "LOL!!! Brilliant, CJ!!!"Thanks Kyra! :)
Me: HelloAileen: Um, excuse me? I was supposed to go first.
Me: I'm the author!
Aileen: I'm prettier!
Me:...So?
Hello Aileen. And nice to see you jumping in to popcorn, Lilian!
Leslie: Now that Al mentioned it, I think I need a haircut too. What do you think?
Andy: hmmm...(arches an eyebrow, without taking her eyes off a book)
Leslie: What?
Andy: (shrugs)
Leslie: You don't think it's a good idea?
Andy: (drops the book, stands up and places her hands on her hips)I don't know why you're asking me when you didn't ask me if I wanted a pixie-cut hair. You wrote it just like that, didn't even notice me cringe at the sight of my long brown hair on the floor. You didn't even see the tears pooling in my eyes. Just because I went through a heartbreak doesn't mean I wanted a haircut!
Leslie: (blinks a couple of times, unable to defend herself)
Andy: Argh! (walks out of the room, taking a bowl of popcorn and a bar of Baby Ruth)
Leslie: (whispers) someone has been reading over dramatic novels.
Andy: hmmm...(arches an eyebrow, without taking her eyes off a book)
Leslie: What?
Andy: (shrugs)
Leslie: You don't think it's a good idea?
Andy: (drops the book, stands up and places her hands on her hips)I don't know why you're asking me when you didn't ask me if I wanted a pixie-cut hair. You wrote it just like that, didn't even notice me cringe at the sight of my long brown hair on the floor. You didn't even see the tears pooling in my eyes. Just because I went through a heartbreak doesn't mean I wanted a haircut!
Leslie: (blinks a couple of times, unable to defend herself)
Andy: Argh! (walks out of the room, taking a bowl of popcorn and a bar of Baby Ruth)
Leslie: (whispers) someone has been reading over dramatic novels.
(A morning breeze whips the ensign that flies from the boat club’s flag pole.)Alison: (Brushing the hair away from her eyes.) I think I need a haircut. (From the dock, she hands him the tiller.)
M: It’ll be a good morning for sailing. (He cleats the tiller in place, then raises the jib.)
Alison: Do you think----
M: (Cleats the jib halyard and looks up at her.) What?
Alison: (Sighs. Hands him the mainsail.) I don’t even have to ask.
M: (Attaches the halyard and feeds the luff into the slot.) Am I that predictable?
Alison: (Laughs.) You think only of club sandwiches.
Nikara: (laughs aloud) Oh, this topic is too perfect. Kyra literally just got back from getting her hair cut.Kyra: (blowing hair from face) She did the part too far over. My hair keeps getting in my eyes.
Sara: Well, I think it looks great. You look magnificent, Kyra.
Kyra: (grins) Why, thank you, Sara. (stands) I'm going to go read this week's stories. (leaves)
Nikara: (squinting after Kyra) You know, her hair looks kind of like yours. Only longer and a little darker.
Sara: (smiling to herself) That's why she looks magnificent.
Alison: (Squinting as she chops up an onion.) You told her Frank would be back.M: I did. (Getting out a sauté pan.) She refused to listen or be reasoned with.
(Alison wipes her eyes and gives him a stern look.)
M: Why are you waving that knife at me? (Setting the pan down.) Have I generalized that statement to include all women?
(Amid a small orchestra’s strings that trail off in a high register, Nancy Sinatra’s voice sings hauntingly, “You’ve lost that lovin’ feelin’ . . .” The tape runs out.)Alison: (Sprawling in the chaise lounge.) I’m turning in. (She puts a bookmark in her novel.)
M: (Looks up from the drafting table. Then he glances at his watch.) I hadn’t realized how late it was.
(Alison sets the novel on the coffeetable, gets up and turns off the hi-fi, then walks to over to M.)
M: (Sliding the straight-edge out of the way.) What do you think?
Alison: (Studying the presentation drawing.) It’s a beautiful house. (She reaches over the drafting table and turns off the lamp. Then she takes him by the hand and leads him down the hall.)
Ducky: I think Al's making friends with M's mice.Nightshade: I hope not. If they're in with the captain we'll never get a moment's rest.
Ducky: Well, if Al's the only one, we might be able to handle it.
Nightshade: [looks over at Treasure]
Treasure: [upon seeing a mouse scamper into a hole] Aw, isn't it cute?
Nightshade: Or not.
(The tavern's lights flicker at the sudden gush of wind. The sound of creaking floor boards like footsteps, but there's no one walking. Empty bottles on the bar fall and crash on the floor. There are growing cobwebs in the ceiling and along the walls)
Andy: It's not yet Halloween.
Leslie: I know. I just forgot to clean the place.
Andy: It's not yet Halloween.
Leslie: I know. I just forgot to clean the place.
I thought I was the only one who rarely dusted!
Lol! I was sick, that's my excuse :D
Neve: [Looks around Guy's quarters. Notices the tracks of mice in the dust. Empty bottles of beer and wine are piled up haphazardly in the corners. Looks at Guy.] Really? You live here?Guy: [Embarrassed.] No. I mean, I do, but not really. lately. I haven't been because I've been away.
Neve: [Gives him the evil eye.]
Guy: What?! I didn't do this! It was M's mice. You rem—
Neve: DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT M'S MICE!
Guy: I'm sorry! I forgo—
Neve: You forgot!? How could you?! How dare you?! I swore I'd have my revenge on them, the pack of them, for what they did to me and here I find you have been harbouring them! [She walks up to him, stares him in the eye.]
Guy: [He can't hold her stare. He blinks and looks away.]
Neve: [As soon as she sees him flinch, she lifts her knee quickly and with great force.]
Guy: [He falls to the ground, holding his genitals and moaning piteously.]
Neve: That will teach you a lesson, asshole! [She walks to the door.] Or not! [She slams the door.] Probably not.
HIGE TETSUYA: Why, sweet God! Why would you do this to me?! Why would you put me through all that pain?!GARRISON KELLY: I don’t know, but I sure love being called “Sweet God”! It has a nice ring to it!
HIGE TETSUYA: You think my life is a game?!
GARRISON KELLY: I’d say your life is a lot like Monopoly: a bunch of rich assholes holding you down to the point where you can’t take it anymore.
HIGE TETSUYA: You’re driving me nuts, Master Garrison!
GARRISON KELLY: Speaking of which, what did the pirate say about the steering wheel on his crotch? “Argh, it drives me nuts!”
HIGE TETSUYA: This is just one big joke to you, isn’t it?!
GARRISON KELLY: Only the kinds of jokes Anthony Jeselnik tells.
HIGE TETSUYA: Why me?! WHY MEEEEEEEEEE?!!!
Andy: (pretends to pick up the broken glass, cringes at the sight of dirt everywhere) I feel for Neve and Hige.
Leslie: (has just removed the cobwebs from the wall) What? (she turns and sees Andy staring into space) I told you to clean up.
Andy: Sometimes I wonder if you ever care for me at all. I envy Frank.
Leslie: (blinks a couple of times as she grasps for words to say) Hmm, Andy, I care for you. You know I love you. You're like a sister to me. (walks over to Andy and hugs her tight, forgetting the dirt on her hands. She accidentally wipes it on Andy's shirt)
Andy: Leslie!!!!
Leslie: (giggles) Sorry, I like to share.
Leslie: (has just removed the cobwebs from the wall) What? (she turns and sees Andy staring into space) I told you to clean up.
Andy: Sometimes I wonder if you ever care for me at all. I envy Frank.
Leslie: (blinks a couple of times as she grasps for words to say) Hmm, Andy, I care for you. You know I love you. You're like a sister to me. (walks over to Andy and hugs her tight, forgetting the dirt on her hands. She accidentally wipes it on Andy's shirt)
Andy: Leslie!!!!
Leslie: (giggles) Sorry, I like to share.
LOKUS LEADGOTH: Are you ready to rock?! Are you ready to roll?! Are you ready to smash everything around you?! Are you ready to set the world on fire?!GARRISON KELLY: Dude, it’s midnight! Give it a rest! Some of us are trying to sleep!
LOKUS LEADGOTH: (Heavy metal growl) Rock-a-bye baby on the treetop! Rock-a-bye…
GARRISON KELLY: You’re not helping!
LOKUS LEADGOTH: Okay, um…how about a bedtime story? Once upon a time, there was a fiery red dragon. And he burned an entire village down with just one badass breath!
GARRISON KELLY: Thanks, now I’m going to have nightmares tonight.
LOKUS LEADGOTH: Once upon a time, there was a serial killer who…
GARRISON KELLY: Can it, Lokus!
LOKUS LEADGOTH: Um…thank you everybody, goodnight! We are Death Blade!
GARRISON KELLY: Lokus, I swear to God, if you don’t shut up and let me sleep, I’m taking a shit in your pickle jar!
LOKUS LEADGOTH: (Silence)
GARRISON KELLY: That’s better. Goodnight! Sweet dreams!
Nikara: (grins) Hey, everyone! We're back!(everyone screams in terror and runs away)
Nikara: …Did I do something to offend them?
Sara: (grunts in agreement) We came back. That's tantamount to an act of war.
Kyra: I heard Al's been making friends with M's mice lately. We'll have to watch our step around here.
Nikara: (sighing) What a pleasant welcome back.
Ducky: *whispering* Dangit! She's back.Treasure: Yeah, well--
Nightshade: I was so hoping...
Ducky: *groaning* We'll never get a moment's rest!
Treasure: Yeah, well--
Nightshade: M's mice out of control, the captain in the league with them, and on top of all that, KYRA'S BACK?! *spreads arms out dramatically* Kill me now...
