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[Kyra]

Sara: (muttering to herself) The tapes, the tapes, where did we put the tapes…?
Kyra: (rolling her eyes) Looking for something?
Sara: Yeah. The tapes.
Kyra: I figured that out while you were possessively muttering "the tapes" to yourself over and over again.
Sara: Forget it. Have you seen them?
Kyra: Yeah. On the backs of five furry gray mice.
Sara: What?! (cursing, sprinting towards the door) Which way did they go?
Kyra: Don't know. Probably to the deck, to exploit their new find to the rest of the crew. (Sara leaves, nearly crashing into Nikara on her way out)
Nikara: What's up with Sara?
Kyra: Your little mice friends stole your tapes.
Nikara: (amused) Did they?
Kyra: You don't seem upset.
Nikara: I figured they were planning something. I ran into one of theirs in the cargo hold. Either left behind because he was slow, or he was sent to distract me while they executed their plan.
Kyra: (sighs) Sometimes I wish I didn't make you so smart. So, you aren't going to try and take the tapes back?
Nikara: It works to our advantage, really. We wanted the tapes exposed, and now those mice will do it for us. Al will be mad at them and not us, and we'll get the gossip we were hoping for all along.
Kyra: How do you know the mice aren't working for Al? She could have bribed them to steal and destroy the tapes.
Nikara: (smiling) Trust me. If they are working for Al, then they won't be for long.

[Kyra]

Sara: (storming into the cargo hold) NIKARA!
Nikara: (irritated) Yes, Sara?
Sara: Those mice took our tapes.
Nikara: I'm aware.
Sara: That's not even the end of it. They gave those tapes to Al.
Nikara: (slowly growing amused) So, they were working for her. I guessed, of course, but I couldn't be sure.
Sara: (furious) Stop acting so superior! You can strut around here all you like, you can brag about what a genius you are to your heart's content, but the fact remains that you were just outsmarted by a bunch of RODENTS!
Nikara: (slightly offended) I've never called myself a genius. That would be Kyra, overestimating her powers of character creation.
Sara: Whatever. Those mice outsmarted you, and you know it.
Nikara: Two points. First of all, the fact that you're trying to pin blame on me only suggests that you are frustrated with yourself for letting the mice into the cabin in the first place, and you're trying to avoid feeling guilty.
Sara: Oh, so you're a psychologist now.
Nikara: Of course not. You know I'm terrible with people. We share part of a brain, remember? My second point is, those mice did not outsmart me. I had a backup set of tapes all along.
Sara: Really? That's great! Where are the tapes now?
Nikara: Not so fast. Right now, Al thinks she's secure. She and Frank both think that the tapes are destroyed, and they'll both let down their guards a little. We can use this to our advantage.
Sara: Then why keep the tapes?
Nikara: (grinning) Blackmail. Obviously.

[[deleted user]]

Leslie: Things are getting weird around here..(she scans the main deck)
Andy: Yeah, I know what you mean. (looks up at the fore mast) Do you see that dome thing attached to the mast? I think that's a surveillance camera.
Leslie: (squints and snorts) How can you tell?
Andy: I've seen those before.
(silence fell when two mice appeared from the cargo hold)
Leslie: I don't think I would ever remember their names, couldn't even tell the difference.
Andy: Me too...do you think our quarters have a surveillance camera?
Leslie: Hmm, no I don't think so. (spots a coffee bean on the floor then picks it up) Isn't this Al's?
Andy: (shrugs) Do you really think there's no camera in there? (sighs)
Leslie: I don't know Andy. (furrows her brows and stares at Andy intently) What have you been up to?
Andy: (her mouth drops open) Nothing! I'm just wondering if I would be thrilled if there are cameras all over the place.
Leslie: (purses her lips) Yeah. Do you think we should search the control room?
Andy: I don't think that's a good idea. The mice...they might...(two more mice stroll along the deck)
Leslie: Why do I have the feeling...
Andy: Me too!

[Kyra]

XD LOL!!

[Kyra]

Kyra: Hey, guys. It's Thanksgiving.
Sara: (lifting her head) What's that?
Nikara: It's an American custom of giving thanks and eating large amounts of turkey, then going out the next day to purchase boxes full of unnecessary items.
Kyra: I'm sensing someone's bitter.
Nikara: My parents died, and then I was taken from my brother, forced to undergo surgical experimentation, then had all my memories erased and was dropped off in a forest in the middle of nowhere, by myself. So I've missed my share of Thanksgiving dinners in exchange for foraging through dumpsters and tracking the CIA's movements.
Kyra: There's got to be something you're thankful for.
Sara: I'm thankful that I get a happy ending in your story. I'm your only character who does.
Kyra: Don't rub it in, Sara, just tell us what you're thankful for.
Sara: Fine. I guess I'm thankful to all my friends in Atlantis. And Angelica. And my boyfriend Aaron.
Nikara: (snorting) Those are words I never thought I'd hear you say.
Kyra: Come on, Nikara. What are you thankful for?
Nikara: (after a long pause) I'm thankful my brother's still alive, I suppose, even though I'm not sure where he is. And I'm thankful for Nightshade finding me and being my friend, even after everything we went through.
Kyra: (smiling) That's more like it. I'm thankful for my family, and for all my friends who've helped support me through thick and thin. I'm thankful for being healthy and having enough food and money, and–
Sara: (scowling) Who's rubbing it in now?
Nikara: You certainly can't brag. You used to be a princess. You grew up in a palace.
Kyra: –and for the WSS, of course. Where would I be without all you dastardly pirates?
Sara: "Dastardly" is a stretch. Our mice are smarter than all the rest of us.
Nikara: Whatever. I'm willing to say I'm grateful for this, too. You've all been very supportive of us.
Kyra: Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

[Kyra]

Kyra: Christmas? Is it Christmas already?
Nikara: I think it might have been an error. Or Al may be in a different time zone.
Sara: And what's Christmas?
Nikara: An annual custom in which people decorate trees with dangerous glass ornaments and buy each other empty presents.
Kyra: Must you take the joy out if everything?!

[Jocelyn]

Treasure: Oh...Christmas. I love Christmastime.
Ducky: Yes, Christmas is nice. I like Thanksgiving, best personally.
Nightshade: You guys are crazy. Halloween's far and away the best holiday there is.
Treasure: Yes, but on Christmas, everything just seems to be right, you know what I mean? Everyone's happy. And the music...gosh, I love the music.
Ducky: But Thanksgiving is a good old American holiday, and where we holiday, everyone just seems to be all in the same boat. It's a day of happiness, and everyone acknowledges it.
Nightshade: *blinks* You guys have no imagination.
Ducky: I guess Christmas is nice, though. It's sort of a magical time, no matter how old you are.
Treasure: *grins* Exactly!
Nightshade: Well...I do like candy canes...

[Kyra]

Sara: All you guys are weird. Naiads and angels don't have holidays.
Kyra: Really? Not even one?
Sara: Well, we celebrate birthdays and New Year's. And we also celebrate the First Elemental's birth. But that's pretty much it.
Nikara: I don't really have the time for holidays. I do celebrate Christmas, though.
Sara: We don't.
Nikara: That's ironic. Angels don't celebrate Christmas?
Kyra: You guys have to take the fun out of everything, don't you?

[Kyra]

Sara: (snorts) I think I would know if my own race celebrated holidays.
Nikara: I thought you weren't an angel anymore.
Sara: Since when did you become such a know-it-all?
Everyone else: SINCE ALWAYS.

[Kyra]

Treasure Ducky wrote: "Treasure: Oh...Christmas. I love Christmastime.
Ducky: Yes, Christmas is nice. I like Thanksgiving, best personally.
Nightshade: You guys are crazy. Halloween's far and away the best holiday there ..."

Nikara: Nightshade just likes Halloween because she can dress up like a freak and no one gives her odd looks.
Sara: That's stupid. People give her odd looks no matter where she goes.
Bennu: Don't say that to her face, or she'll break yours. Trust me, I know.

[Kyra]

Lol!!

Sara: How do you know--
Nikara: Sara, for crying out loud, it's literally called CHRISTMAS. Like, the birth of Christ? I think it's the sort of thing that angels would take an interest in celebrating.
Sara: How was I supposed to know that? I don't hang out around humans. No time to learn all your traditions, much less where they came from.
Nikara: It doesn't take a genius to figure out what CHRISTmas is.
Kyra: Who are you two talking to?
Sara + Nikara: No one.

[M]

(Several of the mice are scavenging crumbs in the tavern. The portholes glow with the first light of dawn.)
Mouse #6: (Sniffing a piece of candy that has rolled under a table.) We don’t have a special day that we worship the Great Mouse.
Mouse #3: (Nibbling on a piece of a pretzel.) What made you think of that, Malcolm?
Mouse #6: What the captain was saying to Frank, about angels. (Turns a Lifesaver over in his paws.) We don’t have angels.
Mouse #2: (In a low voice.) That little mouse I met over at the Mermaid Tavern is an angel.
(Clyde glances around to reassure himself that none of the wive are lurking. A couple of the other mice snicker.)
Mouse #3: I imagine that old tavern has seen quite a few pups who resembled me or Phil or Malcolm.
Mouse #6: Not to mention Narvis and Herbert.
(Malcolm takes a few rapid steps and sends the Lifesaver rolling across the floor. Scavenging under a nearby table, Herbert intercepts it, then sends it rolling back.)
Mouse #2: (Scampers to grab the Lifesaver.) What were you saying about the Great Mouse, Malcolm? (Grasping the little lifebuoy-shaped candy in his paws, he takes a few steps upright and sends it back across the floor to the other table.)
Mouse #6: (Shrugs.) I was just wondering why humans have to have special days or observances for their gods.
Mouse #3: (Sniffing a Riesen’s wrapper.) You mean, why they don’t have a Great Human who watches over them and that’s all there is to it? What do you think, Clyde?
Mouse #2: Search me. (He runs to grab the Lifesaver, which Narvis has rolled back.) Why would anyone want to watch over humans?

[Kyra]

Al, I love your episodes, and this was no exception. I've got goosebumps.

Sara: (glancing around nervously) Guys, the ship is turning around.
Kyra: (shrugging) So? Cap'n's changing course again. Nothing new about that.
Nikara: Maybe I could have the mice snoop around the Captains Quarters for a bit, see where we're going. It couldn't hurt to know.
Sara: You've been awfully friendly with those mice lately.
Nikara: We worked out a bargain, of sorts. We agreed they owe me a few favors after destroying my cannon.
Sara: (lifting an eyebrow) Agreed?
Kyra: I thought they were working for Al. Especially after those they stole those tapes.
Nikara: Tapes. (Stands up abruptly) Kyra, you're brialliant.
Sara: Kyra? Brilliant? Are we thinking of the same Kura right now?
Kyra: Obviously I'm brilliant. But why am I brilliant right now, Nikki?
Nikara: (fidgeting with a gadget on the desk) The mic over Al's room. It's still on. (Pauses) That's weird. I have static.
Sara: (shrugging) So what? Al probably slipped away with Frank for a drink in the cellar.
Kyra: Don't be ridiculous. Al has plenty of rum in her quarters. Why would they have to sneak down to the cellar?
Nikara: My device is perfectly tuned. I never have static. Someone's interfering with the signal.
(Kyra and Sara glance at one another, unconcerned)
Kyra: Mice?
Nikara: (doubtfully) Maybe. Let's go ask them.

[M]

Mouse #12: (Sniffing around the baseboard in the galley.) Faye, I think it’s horrible.
Mouse #15: (Shakes her head.) The poor captain! (She glances at Loretta.)
Mouse #13: (Nibbling a piece of a Chips Ahoy cookie.) Men! (She rolls her eyes.) Does the captain even know?
Mouse #12: How could she not? (She examines a shred of a Little Debbie wrapper.) It was all over the limericks thread last night. (Looks aghast at Faye.)
Mouse #15: (Returns Rita’s look with one equally aghast.) A mermaid! Of all things for Frank to go off and marry.
Mouse #13: (Twitching her whiskers indignantly.) If I were the captain, I’d kick his sorry butt out.
(The other two mice look at Loretta.)
Mouse #13: Okay. Who am I kidding? I haven’t kicked Narvis’s sorry butt out.

[Kyra]

LOL!! Frank is married to a mermaid? That's even better than the gossip about the engagement tapes.
Sara: Where did you say this was posted again?
Nikara: (checking the screen) In the limericks thread. I swear, they post the weirdest stuff on that– (turns around) (Sara is long gone.) Sara?

[[deleted user]]

(Leslie is reading a manuscript inside the tavern when Andy walks in)
Andy: What are you reading?
Leslie:(Doesn't take her eyes off the paper) A manuscript. It was lying around inside an unused cabin. (looks around) Did the ship turn around?
Andy: And you just noticed it now? Late reaction? (smirks) Did you know that Frank got married to a mermaid? And that the mice, well, they've multiplied. They're hidden in the captain's cabin.
Leslie: (huffs)No, I didn't know any of that. Frank loves Al so much, he wouldn't run off with some mermaid. As for the mice...(sighs)let them be. (glares at Andy) Don't tell me that you spent the entire day lurking around, looking for hidden cameras and tapes? Andy, do something productive, please. (stands up to get a cup of coffee. She gasps when she sees that the coffeemaker is empty. She searches the pantry for beans but there's none ) No, coffee? Noooo!!
Andy:(grins) Did you wake up at the wrong side of the bed?
Leslie: No!
Andy:(picks up the manuscript and scans it) A cyber-drama...who wrote this?
Leslie:(glances at Andy) M.
Andy:(starts reading) This is interesting.
Leslie: Yes, brilliant and funny too.
Andy: (murmurs)It's so M...
(Leslie walks out of the tavern to search for coffee beans. Andy ignores her and the rest of the mice standing in front of her as she continues to read the manuscript.)

[M]

? A cyber-drama?

[[deleted user]]

M'sCyber-drama :D

[Kyra]

Sara: (grimly) Ah, yes, the drama of the vanishing threads. Those were dark days.
Nikara: …I thought we were away for the holidays through most of that.
Kyra: (laughs) After all this time, that little post there still makes me smile.
Sara: It was terrifying! We came back, got onto Goodreads, and suddenly found out that our threads were vanishing. Scariest post-travelling experience ever.
Nikara: (shrugs) I didn't notice. I think I might have been asleep after that dreadful bus ride. Remember how tedious it was?
Sara: (sighs) If it isn't about one of your pet projects, then you never pay any attention to problems.
Kyra: M writing cyber-dramas… Ah, that would be something to see.
Sara: (turning around) And you're not listening to my problems, either. Typical.

[M]

Leslie, I had forgotten that post entirely! Thank you for posting the link. The situation with the disappearing threads was the inspiration for my Scribble City story, in which Kyra and Cheyenne get abducted by mine goons. Before I rewrote the first chapter, it was a frame story involving a website that had developed a glitch in its program.

[[deleted user]]

I'm looking forward to the next chapter of Scribble City! I had fun reading the cyber-drama and could only wish that it was longer :)

[[deleted user]]

Al, are you sure you're not a mermaid? :P

[Kyra]

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Scribble City? This is an actual thing? And it's like a cyber-drama, that M wrote?

Nikara: Kyra, what are you doing?
Kyra: Trying to find Scribble City!
Sara: Well, what state is it in?
Nikara: (sighing) I'm surrounded by idiots.

[M]

(Three mice are darting across the deck toward the crew’s cabins.)
Mouse #3: I hope no one’s badly injured.
Mouse #6: (His eyes wide.) Me, too, Earl.
(They stop for a moment under a ladder and look around.)
Mouse #2: I don’t see anyone being carried out.
Mouse #3: Well, I sure enough heard it, Clyde.
Mouse #2: So did I.
(A mouse comes out of a small hole in the wall by the door to the crews’ quarters.)
Mouse #6: Narvis! Did you hear the siren?
Mouse #8: (Nods.) Nothing to worry about. It was just the captain.

[Kyra]

LOL!!! Wonderful, M.

[[deleted user]]

Lol! very funny, M!

[M]

Thank you, Kyra and Leslie! Alex’s comment about being a siren was too much to pass up.

[[deleted user]]

Kyra, here's the link of Trouble in Scribble City.

[Edward]

Me: So, now I have great need to actually "get to know" one of my characters: Temperance!

Temperance: I am ready to help you any way I can.

Me: O...kay. Well ... now what?

Temperance: Perhaps you should ask me some questions?

Me: Like what? I already know everything about you - or I can make up what I don't know.

Temperance: Hm ... everything except personality, apparently.

Me: Apparently.

Temperance: How did you develop other characters' personality?

Me: That won't help; character character is the one thoroughly inconsistent thing in writing. Terry just appeared on the page without any prompting, fully formed, while Septimus took years to hammer out the particulars of. Terrance was a simple decision and a quick write, while Evelyn quickly changed what I had decided.

Temperance: Is there a reason for that?

Me: Well, I suppose "The strength of the protagonist is determined by the threat of the antagonist." Terrance was providing the threat, so he fulfilled his role easily. Evelyn also gave a threat but of a more vague and spiritual one, so it adapted quickly to fit the story. Septimus didn't have a proper foil, apart from himself, for a good half of the story so he remained undefined, while Terry's foil was the entire world's concept of normalcy, so he was constantly being defined.

Temperance: So what is the threat I face?

Me: Well, you've already faced an egomaniac with a magic ring.

Temperance: Did you steal that from Tolkien?

Me: The word is homage.

Temperance: Well, you must have learned something about me from that.

Me: That you handle high-pressure situations unrealistically well. I'm going to rewrite it so that at one point you break down in tears --

Temperance: No, you won't.

Me: No, I won't. Anyway, you aren't particularly adept in the martial area, and in fact abstained from most violent solutions to the problem. Yet you didn't back down or cower; you spent most of the time putting yourself in front of the gun.

Temperance: I did use violence eventually.

Me: Yeah, but only when trying to remove the ring - the greatest source of violence in that story - out of play. It was one, controlled burst, and then you stopped.

Temperance: What did every one else do?

Me: Violence. A whole lot of it. That's interesting, actually; you apparently set the pace for all the other good guys, emotionally and psychologically.

Temperance: So over all?

Me: You're an emotional barometer who balances active non-violence with necessary violence, who can find solid middle ground in any situation.

Temperance: In other words ... I'm temperate?

Me: Well, yeah, if you want to be a smart-aleck about it.

Me: Hey, wait, I thought I was supposed to ask all the questions.

[M]

Edward, what a spectacular entry in the Get to Know Your Character thread! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.

[Edward]

Thanks. I wrote that on the way to work (a major advantage of public transportation), having trouble thinking of a good way to explore her character. I think that frustration fueled some of the infuriating Socratic method in the above conversation.

[Kyra]

Leslie wrote: "Kyra, here's the link of Trouble in Scribble City."

Thank you, Leslie! I'm going to read this as soon as I'm done studying.

[Kyra]

Edward wrote: "Me: So, now I have great need to actually "get to know" one of my characters: Temperance!

Temperance: I am ready to help you any way I can.

Me: O...kay. Well ... now what?

Temperance: Perhaps y..."

Edward, that's awesome! I have a lot of conversations like these I've posted on another group, which helped me to define Nikara's character. Yours was a fun read!!

[Kyra]

Kyra wrote: "Leslie wrote: "Kyra, here's the link of Trouble in Scribble City."

Thank you, Leslie! I'm going to read this as soon as I'm done studying."

I just realized…this probably doesn't qualify as "studying." LOL.

[M]

Mouse #1: (Gazing beyond the railing at the setting sun.) Harriet says Framy & Barge handled it.
Mouse #6: (Nods, chewing a strand of a Twizzler.) Apparently they handle a lot of divorce cases involving mermaids.
Mouse #3: I heard it cost that swank doctor a wad of cash.
Mouse #1: (Shakes his head.) Mermaids are a nasty business. (Gives the other two a knowing look.) Remember that boatswain we used to have, who got hooked up with one?
(Mouse #6 holds his nose and screws his eyes shut.)
Mouse #3: Great Mouse! You could smell him from one end of the ship to the other.
Mouse #1: (Nibbles on a piece of a pretzel.) It’s a smell that smell won’t go away in a day or two. When a mermaid marks a man, her scent stays with him.
(They listen to the wind in the rigging, and watch the lightplay of orange streaks on the dark-blue waves.)
Mouse #6: There was always something fishy about Ol’ Blue Eyes.

[Jocelyn]

Edward, I do love the name Temperance. It's quite pretty.

[Edward]

Thanks, Kyra. And you, Ducky. I first heard temperance used as a name in Bones, but I didn't really name this character after Dr. Brennan. In fact, I always thought her name was ironic, given that she is anything but temperate.

[M]

Somewhere in the early seasons I watched, it comes out that as a child Temperance Brennan had another name, though I can’t remember why her name was changed.

[Edward]

Her parents were criminals who had to hide from some of their old co-workers and did so by creating a new identity for their whole family. Her original name was Joy ... which isn't much more appropriate than Temperance.

That was the only episode I really cared for ...

[Mandy]

Me: Frank, I just picked a random page from this thread to see if I could find out more about you. Do you know what I just read?
Frank:[He diverts his eyes, and tries to change the subject]So, crazy weather we've been having...right?
Me: [After crossing my arms in front my chest, and giving Frank an evil look.] Did you really torture Al? Try to kill her? I thought you were just some loveable baffon, but you've had me fooled.
Frank: Oh, you read that page.
Me: I'm going to read the rest too, so if there's anything you want to say in your defense; now is the time.
Frank: You don't want to waste your time with that. Just write about another mermaid, or maybe a unicorn this...oh wait, dragons. I've heard they've become popular.
Me: Frank, I don't think you're going to like my next story so much.[and storms out of the room.]

[Mandy]

Mandy: [Sitting with her laptop reading through the popcorn thread, and taking notes.]
Frank: [Sneaks up behind Mandy to try and see what she's doing.]You don't have to read the old stuff, Al told you I was good now.
Mandy: [Startled] Don't sneak up on me like that, why are you lurking.
Frank: You're not going to find anything there.
Mandy: [With fits of laughter.] Your kidding right?
Frank: Oh no, did you pick another random page?
Mandy: No, this time I started at the begining.
Frank: And you felt the need to take notes?
Mandy: I'm just trying to sort some things out.
Frank: Like what?
Mandy: Like exactly what kind of doctor are you? And how many times have you tried to kill Al. I've counted twice already, and I'm only on page four.
Frank: Wait, page four, that means you've read...
Mandy: Yeah, everybody is either trying to kill each other, or making out PG-13 style, and some are doing both at the same time.
Frank: That means your reading about stinky old Trevor.
Mandy: You sound as jealous now as you did back then.
Frank: I'm not jealous, the better man won.
Mandy: I have a feeling there's a lot more to it than that.
Frank: Am I still going to regret your next story?
Mandy: [Turns back to her laptop.] Get out of here, I have more reading to do.

[Mandy]

Frank: [Pops in out of no where giggeling.]
Mandy: Who said you could come in here?
Frank: I'm here because you want me here, because you like me.
Mandy: [Rolls around in the floor howling with laughter.]
Frank: You're faking.
Mandy: You probably have a lot of experience with women faking it.
Frank: That was uncalled for.
Mandy: You're a snake in the grass. You've never really loved anyone. You're always up to something, and the only reason you get close to anyone is so you can use them.
Frank: You've read more about me, haven't you?
Mandy: I read 'Howling and Screaming'.
Frank: I was great in that one.
Mandy: Al's writing was great in that one.
Frank: Don't lie.[With chest puffed out.] You liked my performance.
Mandy: I would have liked it a lot better if you got kneed in the groin a couple of more times.
Frank: [Wincing as he remembers that part.] Ouch, you're cruel, but not as cruel as you'ld like to think. I thought I was supposed to 'get it' in this week's story.
Mandy: I'm not done with you yet.
Frank: Buxton was the one that got it though.
Mandy: Buxton used to run around stabbing people in the face. I'm sure anything he got was just some unfinished karma. The same thing is coming your way.
Frank: I'm not worried. I have a plan of my own, and it's going to be legend....wait for it *poof*[vanishes from Mandy's mind.]
Mandy: [Rolls her eyes and shakes her head.]
Frank: *poof*[reappeares in Mandy's mind.]
Mandy: You stole this from 'How I Met Your Mother'.
Frank: ...dary.[Disappears again.]

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

Me: Leave Alex alone, Frank! Are you making her cook in the kitchen?
(a second person comes in looking dazed)
David: Wait... where am I?
Me: Oh hey David. I didn't know you were here. We're on the ship called the 'ol WSS!
David: (Eyes wide) So I am crazy...
Me: No this is a place where people get to work on things and explore the "seas" of our imaginations.
David: Does that make me a pirate?
Me: Yeah but you have to swab the deck. It's the first thing that newcomers do.
David: But something tells me you had to do it but you're just passing the job onto me...
Me: Just get going, newbie. (Tries to suppress a laugh).

[M]

M: “A merry heart doeth good like a medicine.”
Alison: You’d better be careful, quoting scripture. (She gives him a wry smile.) You might burst into flames.
M: (Shrugs.) Some medicines are best administered hot.

[Mandy]

Mandy passes Frank on her way to the kitchen.
Frank: Where are you headed?
Mandy: To make a sandwich, I'm starving.
Frank: You may want to wipe the table down first. [walks on whistling and content.]

[Kyra]

Sara: We haven't seen much of M's muse lately.
Nikara: Something tells me that's got something to do with Frank.
Sara: Well, she seems as sharp as ever.
Nikara: She's M's muse. That means she's sophisticated. Only mature muse on board.
Sara: (gives Nikara a weird look)
Nikara: What?

[Mandy]

Frank: [walks into the kitchen and finds Mandy wearing a dearstalker, holding a pipe in one hand, and a magnafying glass in the other as she examines the table.] What are you doing?
Mandy: Investigating.
Frank: Is that right Nancy Drew.
Mandy: I'm not Nancy Drew, I'm Sherlock Holmes.
Frank: Sherlock was a guy you know.
Mandy: Shut it, you're not going to ruin this for me.
Frank: [sighs]And just what big case are you trying to break?
Mandy: I think someone has been sitting on this table...[looks around to make sure they're alone, and then continues in a whisper.]...naked.
Frank: [chuckles] No sh...
Mandy: [interupting] Hey! watch the language.
Frank: Yeah, yeah. So, how do you plan on cracking the case?
Mandy: Well, the way I see it, booty prints are probably like finger prints, everyone's is unique. So, we'll just booty print everyone and compare them to the ones on the table. Then we'll know who the culprit is.
Frank: [mumbeling to himself] And people think my plans are bad.
Mandy: What was that?
Frank: I was saying that's a great idea, you should get on that. I'm behind you 100%.
Mandy: Thanks, maybe you're not so bad after all.
Frank: I just want to make sure this no good heathen gets what they have coming to them in the end.
Mandy: You're talking weird.
Frank: I do that sometimes, but you shouldn't let it distract you.
Mandy: [Heading out of the room.] Aren't you coming?
Frank: Yep, I'll bring up the rear.
Mandy: Right. [rushes out of the room to find ink and paper big enough for people to sit on.]

[[deleted user]]

I have no idea what I'm doing, but here goes...

GEG(me): [walks into stationary aisle and tries to maneuver a way past the girl in a tutu with gumboots standing directly in the way] Um... excuse me.
Aileen: Hello!
GEG: Uh... hi. [Starts to walk away]
Aileen: Come baaaaaaack!
GEG: [Gives her a funny look] Um... why?
Aileen: I like your shoes.
GEG: [Looks down at ratty flip flops] Why? They're so gross!
Aileen: It's why I like them. You're making a statement.
GEG: Well then... thanks, I guess.
Aileen: What's you're name? I'm Aileen Longo.
GEG: I'm Green Elephant Girl. [Looks at watch very obviously] Well, I'd best be off. Nice meeting you.
Aileen: You too. Best of luck for the party tomorrow.
GEG: What?! How'd you know I've got my birthday party tomorrow?
Aileen: [Widens eyes] What? I don't know anything about that. What're you talking about?
GEG: [Stares] I'm going now.
Aileen: OK. Bye for now.
GEG: [Begins to walk away]
Aileen: [Whispers] Sophie's giving you a notebook as a gift.
GEG: WHAT?!
Aileen: Nothing.

[Mandy]

Very good GEG, I like Aileen, and wonder if he's going to turn up at your party.

[[deleted user]]

Oh God, I hope not. How'd I explain THAT to my parents? XD
Thanks- I'm glad you liked her. *Blushes* You're so nice :)