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

Thanks Guy. I do too! A lot of good memories.... let's hope we can all help make some new ones!

Detective Mallard: That sounds just a little desperate.

You are sounding a little "out of character." What's up, cop? Feeling under the weather? Or feeling like you haven't been used on a case in a while?

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

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To anyone new to the group or wondering about this thread:
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Here's the main gist of this thread (sorry I forgot that the original poster's comments are completely wiped off here, it's a long story).

What you do here is have your characters speak out, either to each other or to you. Get creative and before you know it, you'll do it so naturally you won't even notice!

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

Guy wrote: "Great idea, CJ. (I miss this thread!)"

And thanks Guy. Me too! I just hope this isn't a last ditch effort (and needs to go down and we have to move on)!

Det. Mallard: You mean like the ship?

Me: That's not what I was talking about, coppie!

Det. Mallard: Why do you like to say that to me? No one else calls me that.

Me: I just thought it would be the nicest way to nickname you... but also insult you too somehow.

Det. Mallard: (walks away, seemingly frustrated) Okay...

[M]

Mouse #6: (Scampers down the stairs into the ship’s hold. A few steps from the bottom, he loses his footing and tumbles the rest of the way down. As he lies there, trying to catch his breath, two other mice come running up.)

Mouse #2: (Sniffs him with concern.) Malcolm?

Mouse #6: (Lies there, wide-eyed.)

Mouse #3: Give him a minute, Clyde. He looks frightened out of his wits.

(From the cavernous darkness of the hold comes the tap-tap-tap of an old typewriter. The sound stops. Moments later another mouse appears.)

Mouse #10: (Observing Malcolm with evident curiosity.) He’s seen something.

Mouse #2: (His whiskers twitching sarcastically.) It’s that writer’s keen intuition. Never ceases to amaze me.

Mouse #6: (Looking up at them, unbelieving.) In the officers’ quarters, at the stern. I was scavenging for pencils.

(The other mice merely regard him with concern.)

Mouse #3: Nothing’s there. We’ve been through those rooms countless times since these strange transformational shifts have been taking place.

Mouse #6: (Moves his head around. Having ascertained that his neck isn’t broken, he gets to his feet.) Someone came in.

(The other mice regard him incredulously.)

Mouse #10: How many guesses do we get?

Mouse #2: It wasn’t Courtney or CJ?

Mouse #6: (Shakes his head.) Whoever it was, I didn’t recognize him. (He glances away, into the darkness of the hold, as if trying to get a clear recollection.) The man sitting at the desk did, though.

Mouse #3: There was a man sitting at the desk?

Mouse #2: In all that dust?

Mouse #6: (Nods.) Blue Oxford shirt. Swilling rum.

(The mice look up. A large cat has appeared at the top of the stairs. He comes soundlessly down the steps and settles himself on the third tread.)

Ralph: I’ve been watching them. They took one of the rowboats and are headed for the tavern’s pier.

Mouse #3: Did you recognize them?

Ralph: (Nods.) One of them.

Mouse #6: (Looking relieved.) I’m glad I have a witness. (He looks around at the others.) Otherwise, you’d think I was crazy.

Mouse #2: (Shakes his head.) That would be Ray. He’s the one who saw the werewolf.

[M]

(An observant crew member, taking a late-afternoon stroll on the deck, might have noticed something strange on the arching roof of the ship’s tavern. By one of the louvered vents, several mice appear to be in conversation with a couple of seagulls.)

Seagull #1: (Looking out across the big lagoon in which the ship is anchored.) They seemed like they were lost. Rowed here, and rowed there.

Seagull #2: (Squawks.) One of ‘em rowed. I think he got a little put out with the other one.

(The gulls burst into raucous laughter.)

Mouse #2: What happened then?

Seagull #1: (Glancing at the other gull.) I says to Gaston here, one of us ought to unload on that lout with the scraggly beard.

Seagull #2: (Struts around, tipping his head up.) I damn near got him. If he hadn’t shifted his weight right then . . .

Mouse #1: (His brow furrowed in thought.) Where did they go?

Seagull #2: Mermaid Tavern, I suppose. We watched them a little ways after they had tied up at the pier. It was dinner time for us, so we were scouting for fish.

Mouse #3: Did you recognize the one who was doing the rowing?

(The gulls shake their heads.)

Seagull #1: Never saw him before in my life. From the way he was rowing, he was in a fat hurry to get somewhere.

Seagull #2: If we catch sight of ’em again, we’ll let you know.

Seagull #1: In a little while, we’ll head over there and see if the tavern wench has thrown out any leftovers.

(The mice exchange hungry glances.)

Mouse #6: Is there usually something tasty?

Seagull #2: Depends on the kind of night they’re having. Sometimes it’s flounder, sometimes redfish.

Seagull #1: Lots of tater tots.

Seagull #2: If it says Ore-Ida . . .

Seagull #1: It’s all righta!

(The seagulls squawk raucously. The mice thank them. The gulls turn and in a beating of wings lift off, then fly out over the wavering water. For a few minutes, the mice remain on the tavern roof, watching the sun sink behind the palms that line the shore of the lagoon.)

Mouse #2: I wonder if we should hire Detective Mallard?

Mouse #6: What would we pay him with?

Mouse #1: Dr. Sackett’s, if he didn’t get us any answers.

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

Yay now there are seagulls. M's animal universe is expanding! But I am also glad the mice have returned.

As well as Al. Man, it's starting to feel like old times again...

[M]

I remember Mossers and Ethel and Red . . .

[M]

A flashback from Orchard Bay:

Squirrel: I’m not sure she’s as sweet as you give her credit for. Don’t forget she has a thing for evil doctors.
M: And now she’s in league with pirates.
Squirrel: And she plans to dress up as Bellatrix Lestrange for Halloween.
(M and Penelope stop walking and stare at Squirrel.)
Penelope: How do you know that?
Squirrel: (Bashfully.) I read National Inquirer.
(They continue walking, M shaking his head.)
M: A fox squirrel that reads tabloids.
Squirrel: What do they read in your world?
M: In my world, squirrels don’t read anything. They haven’t even figured out what car horns mean.
(The roof with the weathervane can be seen, though the building is hidden by dunes and brush.)
Penelope: This beach scene isn’t a set she took time to develop, so they may not bother with us. I have a feeling they have other, more urgent business to attend to, which may work in our favor.
Squirrel: I wonder if she’ll wear black fishnet hose?
Penelope: (Looks disapprovingly at Squirrel.)
M: I imagine her mother would have something to say about that!
Squirrel: (Shrugs.) Inquiring minds want to know!

[M]

M: (Sitting at the desk and scowling.) My muse has fallen down on the job.
Alison: (Stirs among the sheets, opens her eyes, and yawns.) I was having the nicest dream.
M: Do you mind committing it to paper? (Taps a pencil on a blank legal pad.) Week 505 is up in six days. I could post it as my story.
Alison: (Sits up, rubs her eyes, runs her fingers through her hair.) Why don’t you ever write your own stuff?
M: (Momentarily at a loss for words.) How long has it been since you looked up muse in the dictionary?
Alison: (Throws back the sheet and swings her legs over the side of the bed, and peers around the room as if to clear her mind of the goings on in her dream.) “What’s this week’s topic?”

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

Hmm interesting posts lately. It's been so much fun coming on here.

Liu Kang: What is this? Why is this a group?

Oh umm.... I don't know if this is appropriate for you to be on here chatting me up when.... I didn't create you in the first place.

Liu Kang: My mistake then (bows)

Me: (Sighs). That was a close one!

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

Guard #1: Hello.

Me: And what are you doing here now?

Guard #1: Did you hear? The tournament might be starting.

Me: Wait, what? But I thought that people who were brought along to join had three days to de-

Guard #1: What Shang Tsung wants. King Shang Tsung receives. All hail him!

(Ok.... I hope I don't get a cease and desist now lol...._) 0_o

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

Me: Ok, and who are you?

Guard: Battle Ax!

Me: Hmm.... interesting. You are a pretty intimidating fellow too.

Guard (Pauses).

Me: So I hear you know this guy named Shang Tsu--

Guard: Battle Ax!

Me: Okay I see you're not much of a talker. Goodbye...!

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

Annnnnnd... I forgot this thread was in this folder. Sheesh. I thought putting it here would help me. Good thing I found it again.

Mallard: I'm glad I don't need you to fill out a missing persons report.
Me: You mean a 'missing thread' post?
Mallard: (Shakes his head, walks away)
Me: Sorry... I should have let you have that joke. Yours was funnier anyway mine didn't make much sense. Also... wait. You actually made a joke??! Hey, get back here...!