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[Mandy]

Old Deck Hand: Who're you?
New Deck Hand: I'm the new deck hand, I'm looking for the captain. Do you know where she is?
ODH: I reckon she be in her quarters, but ye best not be knocking on that door sonny.
NDH: Why not?
ODH: Can't ye read the "Don't Be Disturbin' Me' sign on the door?
NDH: No, I don't know how to read.
ODH: [shrugs] Me either, but there be a sock on the door knob, and everyone be knownin what that means. Ye best just grab that there mop and start to swabbin'.
NDH: [grabs mop and starts to swab]
ODH: [starts signing] When I was a wee lad,
My dear old dad,
Told me one thing that was true.
If you spend your life,
Out on the Sea,
No girl will put up with you.

But the sea,
She was a callin',
And I just could not resist.
So I set sail,
And didn't look back,
The land I never missed.

I thought my father's words were right,
That I'd find no love as I sail.
But I fell overboard during an awful storm,
And was rescued by a fish-girl with a tail.

That mermaid took me down,
To her home on the sea's floor.
The love she gave this old deck hand,
Left me begging for some more.

Her hair was blonde, her eyes were blue,
And she had the prettiest smile.
Her bottom half was fishy though,
Which didn't fit my style.

One day when my mermaid love,
Was no where around.
I got a visit from her mermaid neighbor,
She was built the other way around.

She was all scales from her waist,
To the top of her fishy head.
But her bottom half was all woman,
And I followed her to bed.

Now if you think having two women mad at you,
Is the worst thing you can do.
Just scorn a couple mermaids,
And see how viciously they come after you.

They chased me right out of the sea,
And now I'm here swabing decks with you.
Servin' on this pirate ship,
And prayin' the skies stay blue.

[M]

Mandy, you have a talent for rhyme!

[Mandy]

Thanks M

[Christa VG]

Mandy wrote: "Old Deck Hand: Who're you?
New Deck Hand: I'm the new deck hand, I'm looking for the captain. Do you know where she is?
ODH: I reckon she be in her quarters, but ye best not be knocking on that do..."


Mandy you are brilliant. Talent you've got!

[Mandy]

Thanks Christa.

[Kyra]

Nikara: Fascinating sequence with the Ballintoick! That was definitely interesting to read.
Sara: Oh, dear. Is that what happened to the kitchen table?
Kyra: (rolls her eyes) (smacks Sara over the head with her textbook.
Sara: Ouch! (rubs her head) What was that for?
Kyra: Shut up, I'm studying.
Nikara: (snorts) No you're not. You're on Goodreads.

[M]

Last night we had a conversation about how umbrellas were going to take over the library.

This is one of the great lines!

[Edward]

Alex said: "It was stuck in an eternal spring, stuck in an eternal sunset. The sun never fully left or fully came."

Me: So, it's on a tidally locked planet?

Terry: Even I think it's sad that's how you interpreted that. Do you ever just admire beauty?

Me: Sure, when it's raining, I completely relax. I imagine how many miles evaporated water can travel before finally precipitating and falling to Earth, like --

Terry: No, no, you're still thinking. Don't think about it - just admire the rain, and the Orchard.

Me: ... I don't follow.

Terry: I know you don't. That's why I brought it up.

[Jocelyn]

Heh heh. Nice. ;)

[Mandy]

Mandy:[Sitting in the corner of the kitchen on the floor with her laptop.]
Avery:[Sits down next to Mandy.]You cut my story short this week, it didn't have a very satisfying end.
Mandy: I know, but there's a word limit. I couldn't put everything I wanted in.
Avery: So there is more?
Mandy: Of course there's more. You find a beautiful necklace in your grandmother's old house, go to Paris with Colin, and get chased by Nazis that are hellbent on becoming gods and taking over the world.
Avery: I see why you ran out of words...so, are you working on the rest of my story now?
Mandy: No, I've been reading the popcorn thread. I had to see if the story Frank has been telling me is true or not, and I wanted to find out if he's really good now.
Avery: And?
Mandy: I'm pretty sure he's full of it. He spent most of the thread trying to kill Al, and only stopped when they started doing censored stuff three times a page. And I'm not sure, but I think he did something with Dr. Peter Fredericks...I haven't seen him anywhere in the thread since Frank got back.
Avery: I see, but what does any of that have to do with you sitting in the floor when there's a perfectly good table right there.
Mandy:[shakes her head no]That's where most of the censored stuff happens.

[Mandy]

Mandy: That Frank is not this Frank.
Avery: (Looks at Mandy confused.) Who are you talking to?
Mandy: It's something Al said. There must be two Franks.
Avery: Are you sure that's what she meant? You know how you get sometimes.
Mandy: (Squinting eyes.) What's that supposed to mean?
Avery: Just that sometimes you hear something, and then your imagination runs a muck with it.
Mandy: I'm pretty sure I have it right this time. It explains why she likes this Frank so much. It does leave one question though.
Avery: What's that?
Mandy: If there are two Franks, which one has been telling me his story?

[[deleted user]]

(Leslie is reading a book inside the tavern when Andy, with hair sticking out in all direction, walks in)
Leslie: (grins)How's the weather?
Andy: (glares at Leslie) Don't ask me about the weather. I'm still angry with you for leaving without me.
Leslie:(approaches Andy and gives her a hug) I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stay out for so long.
Andy: (sighs) It's okay. It just feels odd not having you order me around. (smiles mischievously) Running from cabin to cabin is such an adventure. Do you want to try it?
Leslie: No-
Andy: Well, I've seen and heard some things I wasn't supposed to see and hear...
Leslie: Like what?
Andy: Things, a lot of them.
Leslie: Did you, by any chance, see the tapes?
Andy: (shrugs) I don't have time for this conversation. (starts to walk towards the door) You have to find your own adventure, Leslie. (sticks out her tongue before she walks out of the tavern)
Leslie:(mumbles as she shakes her head) She's not even happy to see me.

[M]

(Several of the mice are down in the hold, where Ray is working on a story. An oil lamp casts a feeble glow.)
Mouse #2: (Gnawing on a piece of canvas.) What does Frank have that I don’t have?
Mouse #8: (Glancing up from a sliver of beef jerky.) Graying hair.
(A couple of the mice snicker. There’s a constant, slow tap-tap-tapping from the typewriter.)
Mouse #1: (Nibbling on a Jolly Rancher.) He’s got two women fighting over him.
Mouse #3: (Nods.) Anyone heard a splash yet?
(They look around inquisitively at each other and shake their heads.)
Mouse #1: When a couple of women go at it, that’s a reason to get up on deck!
Mouse #8: (Makes a face and spits something out.) Yeah, and watch the show.
Mouse #3: You know, Clyde, when the crew on duty pulls that sail out of the locker and finds those holes in it, they’re going to figure a mouse did it.
(Clyde stops nibbling on the canvas. He glances around guiltily.)

[Nicky]

Wounded Solider: (Clears his throat as he appears hesitantly framed in the doorway) “Um, hello?”
Nicky: Go on, go in!
WS: Wait, just wait will you. HELLO? See, there’s no one here’
Nicky: Someone will be along soon. Just go on in and introduce yourself to someone.
WS: You go first
N:Funny. Go on, they said they have popcorn and you know how I feel about popcorn.
WS: ( Being pushed over the threshold and into the room beyond) Look it’s a bit intimidating you know, there’s mice and pirates and two guys called frank. I don’t have a clue what’s going on, who I can talk to, they’ve all known each other for years, it’s not an easy situation to walk into.
N:Some tough guy you are.
WS:What do you mean by that?
N: Well, you know…
WS: What?
N: Well, it’s just that you were the one who wanted a bigger role.
WS: What’s that supposed to mean?
N: (Shrugs)
WS: What?
N:Well,you wanted more to do, you know, so I had a couple of ideas…
WS:Ideas?
N:Yeah
WS: Go on
N: No, no, it’s ok. Look you’re right, I shouldn’t have asked you to do this. Forget it, it’s fine. I’ll ask one of the others.
WS: No really what ideas? What for me to have my own story?
N:(Does a ‘maybe’ expression) Look, don’t worry about it - it’s fine. Come on out of there and forget it.
WS: Hey now don’t be too hasty, I didn’t say I won’t do it, it was just a surprise that’s all. One minute I’m recovering from a giant snow bird thing ripping my throat to shreds and the next thing I’m walking in the door here, with no name and I don’t think you even know what we’re doing here.
N: So you’ll do it then?
WS:(Sighs) Yeah, what the hell. But I need a name though, you can’t just keep calling me ‘Wounded Solider’
N: Thank you, you won’t regret it. I’ll come up with a good name, hey and what about a scar? I think it would suit you, just down your jaw maybe?
WS: Right, what do I have to do?
N: Just go in, look around, see what’s going on.
WS: What will you be doing?
N: This and that. Oh, and if anyone mentions a ghost town, let me know what they think about it will you?
WS: Ah, no ideas then?
N: Nope, not one. Go on! I’ll talk to you later.

[Jocelyn]

Arson: What is this place?
Treasure: This, my friend, is the WSS. Greatest pirate ship in the sea. Or, it would be, if they actually did any pirating...
Arson: So...what DO they do?
Treasure: Honestly? They talk a lot. Argue even more. And complain about the mice most of all.
Arson: Mice?
Treasure: Yup. Apparently there is a question of two Franks going around as well.
Arson: Really? I thought France got rid of those years ago.
Treasure: What? Oh, nevermind.

[M]

Mouse #1: “Greatest pirate ship on the sea.” Did you hear that, Earl?
Mouse #9: Gourmet sarcasm. (He coughs, then disgustedly casts aside a tiny chunk of a Slim Jim.)
Mouse #8: Ducky knows how to serve it up!
Mouse #3: (Nods.) “Or would be, if they did any pirating.”
(The mice snicker. A boom from the cannon deck echoes in the bowels of the ship. The lamp shade rattles.)
Mouse #9: Cannon practice. (Glances up with annoyance.)
Mouse #2: I wonder if they ever hit anything?
Mouse #8: You mean anything they aim at?
(The mice break out into wild laughter. Another “Boom!” shakes the ship.)
Mouse #1: Remember when Kyra fired that shot that went wild?
Mouse #9: (His eyes wide.) And demolished that concession stand on the beach?

[Nicky]

Nicky: So, how've you been?
WS: Fine. It's been pretty quiet in here, except for the canon practice. How come you've been so long?
Nicky: Sorry it's been a pretty hectic couple of weeks, it's a bit distracting. And the tread got lost for a bit.
WS: The tread got lost? Well that's great, makes me feel pretty safe(he sighs with impatience) ......Did you come up with a name yet?
Nicky: A name?
WS: A name. You said you would think of a better name for me.
Nicky: Oh, yeah that, right, um, I'm still thinking about it. What sort of a name did you want?
WS: Well something, you know, heroic - but not flashy.
Nicky: Right
WS: What?
Nicky:Oh nothing, no, it's nothing.
WS: What? Oh wait, you weren't planning to kill me off were you? That's it isn't it? That's why you haven't come up with a name yet.
Nicky:Stop panicking, I've just been really busy with work and the kids and everything. I'll come up with some name choices next time we talk. If you want a heroic name you'd better get back in there and start mingling with the rest of the pirates. Why don't you start with the mice? They seem pretty clued up.

[Kyra]

Nikki: I remember that cannon shot! Kyra, remember that bit on the beach–
Kyra: (sighing) I told you guys, it was an accident.
Nikki: (laughing hysterically) Oh, it definitely was. The target wasn't anywhere near that stand.
Sara: Ducky has a new character? Should we be concerned that she's decided to name them "Arson?"
Kyra: I'm more concerned about how there are two Franks on board. And also that the mice seem to have gotten access to the cannons.
Nikara: (sniggering) They're probably better shots than you are.

[Paula Tohline]

Me: Well, are you going to get on with it or just waste time apologizing, complaining, and worrying about other people's opinions?

I: If I have a choice, I choose worrying. It's what I am best at.

Me: Shut up and write, or just pack it all in. You are driving "Me" crazy. Besides, aren't you tired of crying, woman? You've gone through two boxes of tissues in two days, and your dog is starting to stay away.

[[deleted user]]

Me: Hi.
Paulie: You suck.
Me: Well, that's not very nice.
Paulie: Do you want nice or truthful?
Me: Uh, can't something be nice AND truthful at the same time?
Paulie: No. Absolutely not.
Me: Uh, okay. Then be nice.
Paulie: You are a nice, beautiful, clever, smart young lady.
Me: Aw, that's nice...HEY! So you think that I'm a mean, ugly, dumb person?
Paulie: Pretty much!

[Nicky]

Nicky: Right, anything to report?
WS: No, not really. I'm beginning to find my way around, I think there's a bar here somewhere. What do you can I do for you?
Nicky: I need any info you can find out about ferns.
WS: Ferns?
Nicky: Ferns.
WS: This weeks topic?
Nicky: Yep.
Ws: so what do you need?
Nicky: Well anything really, an angle, something to work with. Has anybody mentioned anything?
WS: Nope. Don't you have any anecdotes or memories or anything that you could use?
Nicky: Nothing, not one thing, a big fat Zero.
WS:(whistles) oh, well, good luck with that then. Anyway do you have a name for me?
Nicky: Ok, how about Varn?
WS:Nah,
Nicky: Svet?
WS:( pulls a face)NO.
Nicky: Kearn?
WS:Hmm, Kearn? Maybe, Kearn, Kearrn? Ok I'll give that a try. What are you going to do about your poem?
Nicky: I don't know, start going through old memories I suppose, see if that triggers any ideas.
WS: Don't you have any thoughts about it at all?
Nicky: Not really, I just keep thinking about the hill we used to go tobogganing down when we were kids and how it was covered with ferns in the summer.
WS: Tobogganing?
Nicky: yeah, you know when you sledge down a hill in the snow for fun?
WS: (gives a blank expression)
Nicky: Oh, never mind. Say, have you heard that joke about the Dyslexic who went skiing?
WS: No...
Nicky: Well he didn't know if he should zig, zag or zag zig.
WS: So what did he do?
Nicky: Well, he stopped a guy passing by and asked him.
WS: And?
Nicky: The guy said, how should I know; I'm a tobogganist, and so the dyslexic guy says, oh great I'll have 20 Marlboro Lights please!
WS: I don't get it.
Nicky: (Sighs) Never mind, I don't usually get dyslexic jokes either.

[Kyra]

Nikara: Kearn? That's an interesting name.
Sara: (snicker) So's Nikara.
Nikara: Why do you have such a normal name, and I such an odd one? I'm closer to being human than you are.
Sara: I used to be Sari Wells.
Nikara: (turns to give Kyra an odd look) What were you thinking?
Kyra: I just heard this great joke, guys.
Sara: Did it have to do with dyslexics or tobogganing?
Kyra: Okay, so Steven Moffat and two other guys walk into a bar. Everyone dies.
(silence)
Kyra: Get it? Steven Moffat?
(Nikki and Sara exchange looks)
Kyra: How can you two live in my head and not know who Steven Moffat is? I assume you don't know what a TARDIS is either?

[M]

(Frank and Alex walk by.)


Mouse #6: (Stares.) Sainted mice preserve us!
Mouse #1: (His eyes wide.) Did you see that?
(Mouse #2 starts coughing. Mouse #9 slaps him on the back.)
Mouse #8: This pirate ship has seen it all. (Shakes his head.) She has a great figure, all right.
Mouse #1: No lewd comments about the captain, now! (He squints, watching them disappear around a deckhouse. Then he gapes at the others.) But what was that with her?
Mouse #2: (His face red.) I don’t know, Phil, but it sure needed to be ironed.

[[deleted user]]

Lol!!!

(Andy chokes while drinking water after seeing Frank and Alex pass by)
Leslie: No, I can't write this one. (shakes head)
Andy: This is the first time I'm going to agree with you. Don't write anything about it.
Leslie: (nods) Come, let's take a walk.
Andy: Are you suggesting we follow them?
Leslie: Hmm, no. I'm suggesting we iron things out.

[Kyra]

Nikara: (bursts out laughing) Hey guys, Al and Frank are here.
Sara: (glances up and swears loudly) I think my eyeballs are burning out of my skull.
Kyra: Don't let Al hear you, or she'll make us all walk the plank! Are they trying to make some kind of statement?
Nikara: What statement? We all know what they've been doing. I can hear them all the way from the brig.
Sara: Well, it's official, girls. We have seen everything there is to see on board this ship.
(Two mice scuttle underfoot, talking loudly)
Mouse 1: Take cover! Ray found the cannon again, and he's been in the liquor cupboard for hours!
Sara: (sigh) Or at least we're about to.
Nikara: We only have one cannon? We're the lousiest pirates ever to set sail.
Kyra: That's not exactly a secret.

[Kyra]

Nikara: Frank and Al are fighting again.
Sara: (nods knowingly) So they'll fight and then have sex. Same story every time.
Kyra: They were already naked to start with. How long before they "make up?"
Nikara: Odds aren't actually looking that good. Cap'n just walked out on him, and Frank threw his plate on the floor.
Sara: (snickers) Like an oversized, wrinkly toddler.
Kyra: That's enough, both of you. Hopefully they work things out-
Sara: With their clothes on.
Kyra: -before this thing goes too far. If the Cap'n's angry, how long do you think the rest of us will last?
(Silence as the girls contemplate this dilemma with horror.)

[Kyra]

Sara: (meandering on the deck)(perks her ears, glances overboard)(jaw drops) Oh, gods! Oh gods! Nikara!! Kyra!!
Nikki: (runs up) What, what is it?
Kyra: (looks overboard) Omigod, Al! Don't worry, we'll get you out of there! (Runs away)
Nikara: Where are you going?!
Kyra: Going to get a-
Sara: Camera?
Kyra: Rope!
Sara: (screaming) Make sure you grab the camera, too!
Nikara: (shoves Sara overboard as well)

[[deleted user]]

(Leslie and Andy are playing cards on the deck when they hear the splash of water followed by a scream. They glance at each other before they race to check what the commotion is all about)

Andy: I can't believe this is happening.
Leslie: (staring at Al and Sara in the water as they try to reach the floaty) Do you think it's fun?
Andy: What?
Leslie: Being in the water. It seems fun.
Andy: (arches an eyebrow) Do you want to join them?
Leslie: (grins then shoves Andy overboard)Oooppss, sorry..
Andy: Leslieeeee!!! You will never hear the end of this!!!
Leslie: I know! (laughs maniacally before walking out)

[M]

(Frank Putnam, who has thrown the captain overboard, sits in a deck chair by the railing, hurling insults at Alex and merrily munching on a Slim Jim. In the shadow under the bottom tread of a ladder by the tavern, several mice watch the goings on.)

Mouse #2: He picked it up, Phil. That’s what he’s got in his hand.
Mouse #1: (Nods.) Nice job, Clyde.
Mouse #6: Looks to me like he’s eaten about half of it already.
Mouse #3: (Twitches his whiskers.) It’s a good thing those smoked sausage sticks are greasy. (He glances at Clyde.) How did you know he’d eat it?
Mouse #2: I saw him wolf one down not long ago. He’s trying to watch his weight, but look at that paunch.
(They watch in silence for a few moments. Putnam takes another bite. His mouth full, he harangues Alex, gesturing obscenely, laughing derisively.)
Mouse #2: Not the least suspicious. (He glances at Narvis.) That stuff doesn’t have any taste, does it?
(Narvis shakes his head. He seems to feel ill, just remembering it.)
Mouse #1: Is that the only bottle?
Mouse #9: No. There’s a spare. It’s in a chest with other medical supplies.
(They watch as Putnam finishes off the dried sausage stick and throws the wrapper to the wind.)
Mouse #6: What does she see in that lout? Just look at him, sitting there. That’s the captain he threw overboard!
Mouse #8: (Nibbles a piece of a pretzel.) Well, he’ll be sitting on the pot all night, crapping out everything but his eyeballs.
(They watch as Frank gets up, goes to the railing, and shouts obscenities at Alex.)
Mouse #6: Think what a favor we’re doing him.
(Speechless, the mice stare at Malcolm.)
Mouse #6: (Shrugs.) Look at that flab. Slim Jims are fattening.
(Frank goes back to the chair, sits down, and suddenly looks as though he doesn’t feel very well.)
Mouse #8: He’ll never want another one.

[Kyra]

Sara: (laughing hysterically) You know, it's Ye Olde Dr. Sackett's Syrup trick is actually kind of funny, when it's not being played on you.
Kyra: (peering overboard) How'd you get down there, Sara?
Sara: Nikki tossed me over.
Kyra: (giving Nikara an odd look) You tossed a naiad into the water as punishment? I thought I made you the smart one.
Nikara: I didn't want to punish her, just surprise her. Anyways, she's helped keep Al afloat while you were running around trying to find rope.
Kyra: (staring at the rope in her hands) Oh, yeah. Wait…didn't I suspend both your powers while we're on board?
(Nikara grins devilishly)
Kyra: Oh, you bastard. Hang on, Al! (tosses one end of the rope overboard) And don't worry about Frank, I think the mice have taken care of him!

[[deleted user]]

Aurora: (jumping on a chair and standing up on it) Hello everyone! I've finally arrived to stuff my face with popcorn!
Desten: (this is my name to us, please don't use it)
Get down from there you freak. (rolls eyes) Why did I cone here with you?
Aurora smiling: Because you love me. (jumps down)
Desten: Sometimes I wish I didn't

[Kyra]

Sara: Hello, Aurora and Desten! Welcome to the mayhem!! Would either of you be interested in swimming lessons?
Kyra: Don't mind Sara. She's crazy.
Nikara: Has anyone seen the C4? I swear, I had it just a moment ago...
Kyra: Or Nikara. She's also crazy.
Al: I bet the mice took it. They've been awfully underfoot lately.
Kyra: So's the Cap'n. And the mice.
Edward: (sneaks down to the cellar with a handful of C4)
Kyra: (sighs) You know what? If you weren't crazy too, you wouldn't be here. So do what you like.
Sara: (snorting) Way to roll out the welcome mat.

[Garrison]

(Jonah Rogers from “Forest Dump” slumps down on a nearby couch and breathes a deep sigh.)

JONAH: I’m so bored right now. There’s nothing to do.

GARRISON: You can play with the mice if you want. In fact, when you’re sleeping tonight, I’ll spray a can of cheese-whiz on your eyebrows and the mice can nibble at it. That is unless of course, you actually have the capacity to stop complaining.

JONAH: But Garrison! I’m soooooooooo bored!

GARRISON: If I took you to Disneyland and super-glued your keister to a rollercoaster seat, you’d still be bored.

JONAH: You’re a jerk, Garrison. I wish you were never born.

GARRISON: When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are. Actually, Jonah, it makes a huge difference who you are. I’m sure the man upstairs has even less interest in hearing your whining than I do.

JONAH: It’s not whining if it’s true.

GARRISON: In that case, your word is about as believable as Pinocchio’s dialogue. If your nose gets any longer, you might not fit through the doorway before the door itself hits you on the ass.

JONAH: Boohoo, boohoo, boohoo!

[Nicky]

Nicky: Hi, oh what are you doing?
Kearn: Mumfphinrght murmgkinff
Nicky: I can't hear a word you're saying, what's wrong?
Kearn: Garrison let me try some of that cheese whiz stuff; it's great, here try some (holding up a spray can to her face)
Nicky: (frowning, pushes the can away) I think I'll pass thanks.
Kearn: (shrugs)Your loss (he shakes the can and squirts it into his mouth, his cheeks inflating like a helium filled hampster, rolling his eyes in mock ecstasy, nodding as if agreeing with himself)
Nicky: Urgh, I'll leave you two alone.....

[Garrison]

That's some damn good cheese whiz. Hehe!

[[deleted user]]

That's so gross XD

[Guy]

Great fun, Al! This made me smile. I've missed this thread.

[Edward]

Terry: Why don't you ever do these anymore?
Me: ...
Terry: Now you're just being rude.
Septimus: He's much better at overwrought mythology than light conversation.
Terry: But ... we're having this conversation now. So his silence is meaningless.
Me: As are most things you say.
Terry: Touch'e.
Me: Now I'm going to go drink you away.
Terry: You can't do that for another couple of weeks.
Me: Soda will have to suffice.
Terry: No. Fizzy lemon juice only feeds me.
Me: ...
Terry: Well?
Me: What? You want me to dramatically scream "No," and shake my fist to the sky?
Terry: It would be the nice top off to this skit.
Me: In lieu of uninspired parody, we'll settle for unsatisfying meta-humor.
Terry: And, somehow, you still have friends.

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

(I walk in and see Detective Mallard writing out a report)
Me: Wow. You are up this early?
Det. Mallard: Have a case report that I have to get worked out to explain it.
Me: You kind of look pretty bad.
Det. Mallard: I'm slowing down.
Me: Huh. Mind not working so sharp huh? I got an idea that I got from a writing group I'm a part of. The great ship of the WSS... why don't you play a game called Word Association?
Det. Mallard: My mind is a little focused on this right now.
Me: Come on. Humor me. It will only take a second. In fact, less than a second! I wish I didn't stop to think about them now unlike when I first started. I don't know... it's still fun though.
Det. Mallard: I don't think that's how you do it. In Psychology it is used to bring out the subconscious--
Me: Okay I get it, I have cheated before I guess. Well not these last few times anyway.
Det. Mallard: Yes I think if you are playing it like a game but like the test I guess you are.
Me: Aah, you sound interested now!
Det. Mallard: I have my work nearly finished. Then I have to get some other tasks done but could use a break. As long as it is a brief one.
Me: Okay. You ready?
(Detective makes a sound almost like a "hrumph")
Me: Rose.
Det. Mallard: Dead.
Me: Life.
Det. Mallard: Undetermined.
Me: Drug.
Det. Mallard: Coffee!
Me: Seek.
Det. Mallard: Case.
Me: Don't.
Det. Mallard: Fail.

Me: Wow, that was interesting. I hope you learned a little about yourself out of that experience.
(Makes a noise like he is thinking)
Det. Mallard: I feel like it wasn't much I already knew anyway.
Me: Hmm. Well I could leave you back to your work or do you want to try the game on me?
Det. Mallard: Coffee.
Me: Okay... delicious.
Det. Mallard: No. Get some. On the pot. Now!

[Kyra]

Kyra: I'm…so…close…
Sara: (sipping at a mug of tea) Close to what?
Kyra: Can't talk. Busy.
Sara: (peers over Kyra's shoulder) Oooooh. More writing?
Kyra: New book. Almost done.
Sara: Yes, I can hear that.
Kyra: (not looking up) Hear it?
Sara: In your voice. You've reduced the entire English language to sentence fragments. Means you must be near the climax. Better finish up quick, before Nikki comes–
Nikara: (wanders into the room) Kyra! Time to do AP World!
Kyra: NOOOOOOOooooooooooo…

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

Me: Speaking of books, do you read any?
Det. Mallard: Not really. I don't read anything involving stories that represent situations.
Me: Well yeah that's basically a book.
Det. Mallard: I don't read fiction. I particularly don't get this Hunger Games thing. Why are they all killing each other for? That whole idea sickens me.
Me: It is trying to prove a point.
Det. Mallard: What is that?
Me: I don't know something about the thrill of people who like violence and the popularity of reality shows.
Det. Mallard: (Nods). Mmm hmm. But I still don't get it.
Me: I kind of don't either because I heard about the movies too.
Det. Mallard: (Looks a little annoyed and humors me) Uh huh. What is the point of them?
Me: Because love that's what.

Det. stares with no sign of emotion.
Me: It was a joke.

[Kyra]

Kyra: I can understand why Hunger Games is popular, because it is a reasonably good novel, but for an avid dystopian fan, its popularity can be a little frustrating. In my opinion, there are far better dystopians that are severely discredited.
Sara: Jesus, here we go again. Now she's going to name them all.
Kyra: 1984 is really good, for instance. And I really enjoyed the Legend trilogy. The first Partials book is good, but it lost its way after a little while…
Sara: For Christsake, kill me now.
Nikara: Is that a sincere request? Because I would gladly fulfill it.
Kyra: For crying out loud, guys. We only just got back, and you're already going at it?

[Guy]

Guy: Dystopian novels! I used to be a big fan of them. Have you—
Sophia: Guy! Don't.
Guy: What? Don't what?
Sophia: Start listing books you've read.
Guy: [Looks at her. Blinks his eyes a couple of times.] Really? I...
Sophia: You are practicing restraint, are you not?
Guy: Yes. But I ...
Sophia: You haven't read the books Kyra mentioned anyway. Well, except for 1984.
Guy: [After a pause.] It seems to me I have lost my voice.
Sophia: [Laughs.] You used to talk a lot, but that wasn't your voice. What you have lost is the patter you adopted from others. Unconsciously, of course.
Guy: How can I tell the difference!?
Sophia: To do that begins with becoming quiet. Stilling your tongue. Then your thoughts.
Guy: And your words? How do I know that they are yours, and not just the 'patter' of others?
Sophia: [Smiles.] You don't.

[Guy]

Professor: Women indeed. Frank, I have some good scotch stashed for occasions. I'm not sure if this counts but ... I am looking for a good reason to open it. I think that intelligent conversation about the ... exasperating idiosyncrasies of women qualifies. You up to it, friend?
Guy: Friend? Really?
Sophia: Yes. women can make of men the strangest of bunk mates. [She laughs.]

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

Me: (Sighs deeply) I had a bad day.
Cheryl: Anything you want to talk about?
Me: Oh, you're here! Great. I need a friend.
Cheryl: What is it you've been bothered of; do ya need help of anything spiritual, encouragement, what?
Me: Having friend problems.
Cheryl: Wait you have a problem about friends and you need a friend right now?
Me: Well I didn't mean it like that.
Cheryl: How many friends do you have that makes you need a friend?
Me: No, I just mean--
Cheryl: Having friends doesn't have to be a problem.
Me: (Little Chuckle) Okay, I get it you are joshing me.
Cheryl: Who's Josh?
Me: (Laughs) Okay I guess I don't need to be serious about it right now.
Cheryl: Who's bein' serious?
Me: Suddenly I have a feeling since the last threads some roles have been reversed here....!

[Guy]

:-)

[Edward]

Terry: [opens mouth]
Me: No.
Septimus: Really? You don't seem busy.
Me: Oh, now you want join in too?
Septimus: Well, you keep thinking that you'll write a short story about the two of us, but instead keep writing about violent, amoral characters with stories involving s lot of nu--
Me: Okay, fine y'all win. What are we discussing.
Septimus: You're the writer, so it's real--
Terry: No Longer Scary Frank-man mentioned love letters that could be confused with death threats. Do you have any ex-girlfriends who would send messages like that?
Me: You know I don't.
Terry: I was talking to Septimus.
Me: Oh, no, his ex-girlfriend is much worse, at least from his perspective.
Septimus: Do we have to discuss this?
Me: You said it was my choice.
Septimus: Yeah, but ... well, it's not like it's ever going to be relevant.
Me: Well ...
Septimus: Damn it.

[Guy]

Lol!

[Edward]

Terry: Well, you might still be scary, but after repeated corrections I decided to be PC about it.
Me: I don't PC means what you think it means, nor do I think it counts if you're being sarcastic.
Terry: Am I being sarcastic?
Me: Well, you're being ... you know ... you.
Septimus: Facetious?
Me: Way to fumble there, Septimus; missed your window by five or ten characters.
Septimus: Don't you have work to do?
Me: Oh, yeah, research --
Septimus: [muttering] Finally getting started on the Unabomber essay due in two days.
Me: -- for my Minecraft world.
Terry: Wait, you hold off on your school work until the last minute, then do research for your games?
Septimus: Actually, I get that one.
Terry: I ... but ...
Septimus: You can't have all the eccentric qualities.

[April]

Me: Hey, are you there?
Lillian: Um... yes? W-where am I? and do I know you?
Me: I'm just a person.
Lillian: Oh. You sound familiar.
Me: *whispers* That's because I watch you every second and control your life.
Lillian: WHAT?!
Me: Oh, nothing. So, how are you feeling?
Lillian: Um... N-not ggood? Kinda confused. Can I l-leave now?
Me: Probably not, I don't even know how we got here.
Lillian: Oh, that's... disturbing.
Me: Not really, you'd be surprised how many strange places I find myself in.
Lillian: Oh. *silents*
Me: *Silents*
Lillian: *silents*
Me: You talk entirely too little you know that? you're never going to survive if you don't steal your nerves more often.
Lillian: Uh, w-what do you mean survive?
Clover: I'm here, did you miss me?
Me: Why Clover! It's um, *ahem* it's been awhile.
Clover: Yes. It has.
*SILENTS*
Clover:*narrows eyes at Lillian* Is that the other one then?
Me: Uh yeah, that's Lillian. Please play nice-
Clover: Don't trust her Lillian
Lillian: I beg your pardon?
Clover: Every bad thing that every happened to you is her fault
Me: Hey! That's not fair! I make it better in the end!
Clover: When you actually finish it.
Me:Ouch. Hey I told you I'd get back to you once I finished-
Clover: With her?
Lillian: I... I don't.
Me: Don't you start picking on Lil
Clover: I wont, I'm still picking on you.
Me: *sigh* Just hang on, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. I haven't forgotten you.
Clover: You better not have.
Muse: We could always throw her off a cliff again, teach her some manners.
Me: Muse! What are you doing here?
Muse: Or maybe the bear mauling, that was entertaining the first time.
Me: Muse!
Clover: Is that cat talking?
Lillian: It's alright, I think, I've seen weirder.
Me: Muse! What. Are. You. Doing. Here?
Muse: Eating the popcorn, of course. It's always fun to watch you argue with them. Besides it's stuff with books and characters, I'm kinda suppose to be here.
Me: Whatever, you eat your popcorn, I'm gonna go take a nap.
Lillian/Clover: What about us?
Me: I'll see you when I wake up, good night.

(side note: This is fun, and I actually found it hard to write just dislodge and not much description at all.)