looking around.... (1)

looking around.... (1)

Chryse74 -- oops, this was suppose to be a reply to

Spyral -- Good idea Chryse

I will set to work immediately!

*The angel gathers up the paints that he has just retrieved from his room and sets to work.*

"hhhmmmmmmmmmm......... Think I'll start with the ceiling. The angel quickly paints a large starscape backdrop with a beautifully rendered "Moya" superimposed on a stunning Nebula that seems to contain gases of every color of the rainbow.

"Boy! I'm thirsty after that. Need to bring a fridge in here."

JilaCosa -- Ask IQ for a fridge, LOL

He seems to have a knack for moving them. (Sorry IQ, I couldn't resist lol)

For the decorations, I suggest NO curtains. The view is beautiful and it's not like anybody's going to be looking in the windows way up here!!!

Definitely a refrigerator and a BBQ grill. And it's obvious that we are going to have watch how we party here. That first step could be the last one.

This was a great idea Spyral. Here, I made some Lemonade. I think I'll have another look at the view.

Raven-Kat -- “I think IQ’s fridge“

is on the bottom of a lake right now, but I'm sure we can order a new one."

Rae positions one of her plants in a corner in front of a small forest montage by Spyral, creating an illusion of reality (okay, so I used a spell, too. Who needs to know?).

Looking good, guys! Very sharp!

IQ120 -- Suddenly

the placidity of the treehouse is interupted by the sound of the theme from "Doctor Who"

A fridge (With a complicated looking anteanna array on top) appears in the middle of the treehouse. Out of it steps IQ.

"Hey guys, I thought a fridge might be useful here, so I went to the store and bought one."(Great minds think alike, and so do ours.)

Drumheller -- Looks like I was a little late

"I guess we don't need the mini-fridge after all.", Drum

says. "Oh well, you can never have to much drink storage

Spyral -- Actually the mini fridge could

be stuffed with soda and stuff. With this crew, and everyones different tastes, we may need a few more fridges!

*Spyral pauses in his painting and reaches into his wing. Pulling out a large telescope with a matching tripod, he places it in front of a large bay window that looks out over the Dominion.*

"This might come in handy. Not that we wanna promote Voyeurism or anything. No peeking into windows!!!!"

Spyral returns to his painting. He begins work on the magical Unicorn forest for Chryse. Soon a large mural of a silvery maned Unicorn and her foal drinking at a magical pool where nymphs dance on a rock that protrudes from the middle is nearly finished.

Chryse74 -- Oh, Spyral!

*chryse stands speechless at the beauty of the masterpiece of the one-winged angel*

Your mural ... it's so beautiful!!! It's just perfect! Oh, thank you!!! Moya is just perfect against that nebula! And the unicorns are soo lifelike! You are such a gifted artist! Truly blessed with heavenly talent!

Can you paint a wall around Kaybe's painting too? So it all blends in? That seems to be a magical painting. It should be in a central position somewhere.

This is gonna be so heavenly!

((((Spyral and everyone else))))

Raven-Kat -- “Wow, Spy

What a great painting! It almost looks real-" Rae walks up to the mural, touches it and lets out a shriek as she is sucked into it.

"What the drenn?" someone asks.

A painting of Rae turns around and looks quisically at the group, mouthing 'what now?'

Chryse74 -- Rae? RAE!!!! OMG everyone come quick!!

Rae's IN the mural! Spyral, just what kind of paints are you using? We've got to get her out! *yells a hysterical chryse*

No, Jila don't touch it, that's how Rae got sucked in!

Drum have you got a spell, anything to help?

Drumheller -- “Well,......

I haven't seen anything like THAT before!", Drumheller says

looking at the painting of Rae. "I don't think I have a

"Your the artist," Drumheller says turning to Spyral."any

IQ120 -- Why don’t you paint

...another picture, of the treehouse this time? Then, we go into the mural, and use the picture of the treehouse to get back.

JilaCosa -- Is there any rope?

If Rae can go into the picture, then maybe we could throw one end of a length of room at the picture and it will go in too. All Rae has to do is tie the end of the rope around her waist and we'll pull her out. Did anybody see the movie "Poltergeist"? Especially the scene Where they are trying to pull CarolAnne out of the 'wherever'? I don't imagine there's any scary stuff in Spyral's painting, so it should be pretty easy.

Btw, I'm going to go into lurking mode for a while. I think I'm having a Brain Cramp. I can't think of anything to post lately, and believe me when I tell you this post was a major exception.

Kaybe -- Here’s a rope!

said a breathless Kaybe, having run to the hall closet to find one. "If this doesn't work, Spyrel, then maybe you could paint a backwords door into the mural, that she could open from the other side. Once we get her out of there, maybe we should put a clear acrylic finish on this. Or maybe..... I wonder what's on the other side?"

IQ120 -- Spyral threw the rope into the mural....

...and as he did the unicorn came to life. It ran strait at the rope, and caught it in its teeth.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" said Spyral as he was pulled toward the painting. IQ, Kaybe, Chryse, and JilaCosa grabbed on to him to hold him down, but the unicorn pulled all five of the scapers into the mural.

Drumheller -- “Oh no!”

"This isn't good.", Drumheller said stairing wide-eyed at

the painting. "Maybe I should go get some help."

"I know, I just leave a note! No telling what kind of trouble they'll get into without me.", Drumheller quickly

wrote out a short note and tied it to louie's neck. "O.K.,

quickly Louie, go find some body to help. I'm going in

AS Louie darted out of the tree house, back into the mansion, Drumheller got a running start and jumped into

Kaybe0 -- As Louie runs for help, with the note,

the group in the mural stands with open mouths and looks of bewilderment on their faces. "What the.." Before anything could be said, Drum comes flying through. "Drum?" said Chryse, "you, too?" "No, said Drum. I came on my own. Figured you needed me. I sent Louie for help". "Um, we may have a little predicament here, guys." said Jilla. "Spyral is in here with us. And, I don't see any of his magic paints in here with him." "I'm not exactly sure what we are going to do guys, but, we will figure out something", said Spyrel looking thoughtfully around. "At least I know my way around this place." As IQ looked around, he spotted Rae coming out of a group of trees, "Hey Rae, there you are. Are you okay?" "Of course I am", said Rae. "Did you guys come to rescue me?" "Well", said Chryse,"We were trying to rescue you, allright, but the plan was to do it from in there. Not out here." "It is so beautiful here, though", said Kaybe, looking around at everything, and noticing the unicorn, standing peacefully a few feet from them, eyeing them with curiosity. "And it feels so peaceful and safe. What could ever happen to us here?"

Raven-Kat -- “What could happen?”

"Not much, I imagine." Rae says, chewing on a piece of fruit. "It is nice here, and Spyral didn't put anything wierd into the painting. RIGHT, SPYRAL?"

"Of course not, Rae." Spyral protests.

"Good." Rae takes Spyral by the arm and leads him a little way away from the group. "This isn't going to be like the Astral Projection, is it?"

"Uh, guys." Kaybe says. "What's that noise?"

JilaCosa -- Never ask “What could happen?”

Was the last thing anyone heard before .............

Sorry it's so short but I told you "Brain Cramp"

Well so I'm not exactly lurking.

Spyral -- Aside with Rae

Spyral whispers to her.

"Now that you mention it Rae......I HAVE been having a bit of trouble lately with my Astral Projections. I think maybe I might have put a little too much of myself into my work this time," Spyral told her.

"So what are you saying? Can you get control of this or not?" Rae asked.

"I don't know!" he whispered. "But we need to find out before the others find out about this. Got any magic handy?"

Mouse2000 -- Upon waking from her nap

in the deep Papasan chair, Mouse notices that no one is in the treehouse. "Guess they all had better things to do." she mutters sleepily. She looks around and sees the beautiful murals that Spyral painted on the walls and they seemed to beckon her closer. She got up and stretched, then walked closer to the mural. *WHOA* she thought as she stepped back a step - *something moved in there! and it looks like, oh, no, Spyral!*

"Can you guys hear me in there?" she yelled at the picture, to alarmed to feel foolish for yelling at a picture...

Raven-Kat -- “Magic I’ve got.”

Rae tells Spyral. "Always." She waves her arms and her jeans are replaced by flowing blue robes with silver pentacles. "See? After the last projection, I fixed my gowns so that they can follow me anywhere. And with them, all my spell components."

Suddenly, a voice bellows, "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?"

Rae is the first to uncover her ears. "Sounds like Mouse. Should I bring her?"

RagnarRB -- Snoring softly

the hammock he filled swinging slightly back and forth, one trunk of a leg hanging slightly off the side, Ragnar's mind wondered the mischievious dreamways of his mind. Things were so pleasent there, if a bit confusing at times. Some days, well some weeks he'd much rather be asleep wondering thru those scenes than awake wrestling the travails of real life.

It felt good to be back on the longboat once again, good to take a nap in the sun. No dogs running ammuck. No lizard stealing his toys, no Thor groveling at 6th's feet and snickering at him for not doing the same. Even the little white kitten seemed to be off doing whatever it was little white kittens do. Hmmm...there was a certain amout of fun in picking on the kitten....(err I mean playing with it Jila honest....) He might have to add that to his list of habbits before long.

His fellow Scapers you ask? Well he wasn't really sure about that. Many that he knew in passing were still moving about, though fewer and fewer visited these parts of the mansion anymore, well not and let their presence be known. Pity, it was nice to have a few new ones drop by and chime in now and again. Nicer even when some of the old ones dropped by for a visit. Not that the regulars didn't keep him on his toes but he did get a big nostalgic now and again. It seemed some very interesting personalities found these places and decided to stay. Sorta of like they all had a certain humor chromozone that was slightly out of whack. That was okay though, maybe in part its why they all seemed to get along so well.

What were the regulars up to you wonder? He really didn't have any idea. Probably working on some new projest or other. They were always finding ways to stir things up. What he did know was that it was quiet, he was tired, burned out, and it was a wonderful day for a nap.

Now having said all that one has to wonder just WHAT passes for thoughts in a lizards mind. Were they really intelligent, did they think? Or was it just something magical about the Farscape Mansion that seeped into their beings and turned them into a bit more than they ought to be? Interesting questions to ponder are they not?

He was just getting to that really relaxing part of the dream when somewhere in his thoughts his ears began registering the little pitter patter of flat reptile feet. A part of his mind tried to block it out but it wasn't to be. Louie, bent on doing Drum's will scampered up onto the longboat, hoped upon a box, a barrel, a crate, scurried over to the hammock rope, skillfully traversed it, climbed the mountain that was Ragnars hamock born boot, slipped first into his pants leg, then noting his mistake retreated and charged again up the middle, stepping on things better not stepped upon, across the sleeping vikings chest, and skidded to a halt his muzzle hanging over Ragnars nose. A weary eye opened...on the Viking folks, not the lizard.

"This had better be good Louie, I'm going to make luggage out of you yet."

KaraS -- KaraS was in the kitchen when....

she heard a loud tromping noise. The noise got louder as Ragnar tromped into the room with Louie the lizard perched on his shoulder.

"What are you doing here Ragnar?" Kara asked. "And why is Drum's lizard perched on your shoulder?"

"I was napping on my longboat." Ragnar replied. "When Louie woke me up and insisted I follow him?"

"Where are you going?" Kara asked.

"I'm not sure." Ragnar said.

Louie jumped off of Ragnar's shoulder and skittered across the wall toward the door. When the Viking failed to follow he dashed back and forth in agitation.

"He certainly seems upset." Kara said. "I guess we should follow him."

Spyral -- “WAIT!!!!”

Spyral made to grab hold of Raes arms but was too late as Mouse suddenly appeared on the wrong side of the painting with the rest.

"Hey! What the Frell? Are we in the painting?" Mouse asked.

"Lucky Guess," Drum said.

"Rae!" Spyral said. "You shouldn't have brought her across....."

"It wasn't me," Rae said. "I didn't even have a chance to cast the spell. It must have drug her in here like it did the rest of us."

"We gotta do something about this," Spyral said. "At this rate, there won't be anyone left on the other side."

"Angel," Mouse asked. "You didn't happen to put anything....you know....particularly nasty in here did you?"

"Not originally but....my Astrals seem to have....gone South for some reason." Spyral turned to face the group. "I gotta be honest folks. Without control of my projections, there's no telling what's gonna pop up in here. We really need to get out of here! And Soon!"

Drumheller -- “I got an idea!”

"You put Moya in this painting, didn't you Spy?", Drum

asked looking into the sky.

"Hey Rae, you got one of those PK comlinks with you? Maybe

we can get ahold of somebody up there!", Drumheller said,

excitedly. "And we better hurry, I don't like the way that unicorn is looking at me!"

JilaCosa -- Carrying out his mission, Louie.......

goes as fast as his legs will carry him while making sure that Ragnar and KaraS are still with him. (He'd have taken all those shortcuts back to the door but knew it would have taken the two humans forever in the airducts.) Through a dozen hallways and up and down a couple of flights of stairs, they finally reach the Oak Tree painted door. Louie stops and sits (do lizards sit?) staring at the door.

"I guess this is the place." KaraS says to Ragnar as they look at each other in surprise. "I don't know about you but I've never seen this door before. I guess we should open it and find out where it goes."

So open it they do. Louie skitters across the bridge and into the tree house, then turns around and looks back out of the door to see if the two will follow. As Ragnar walks out onto the bridge it begins to shake and the tree to tremble. Slowing his pace a bit the bridge stops shaking and KaraS soon follows.

They enter the tree house and look around in wonder. Soon they see Spyral's murals on the walls and start looking them over piece by piece.

Inside the mural the group can hear the soft voices of Ragnar and KaraS as they discuss Spyral's painting.

Spyral turns quickly "Mouse, when you were out there could you hear us talking?". The beginning of a plan forming in his head.

"Not really but, if I had and I thought it had come from the Mural, it would have drawn me to that wall that much faster." Mouse replied, her eyebrows drawing together over her nose.

"Great. I was afraid of that. Rae is there anyway you can throw some magic out into the middle of the room? Some kind of message and a way to draw them away from the walls?

RagnarRB -- Alright, Louie

"I looked the other way when you swiped the rubber duckie, I even invited you to help on the babies room but these wild lizard chases are a bit much!" Ragnar sternly scolded the Lizard. He was beginning to feel cranky, having been disturbed from his nap and all.

"Aren't these paintings wonderful?" Kara asked, admiring the extra fine works. "Spyral has sure outdone himself this time. Just look at the detail!" She seemed raptly caught in the paintings magnificence.

Ragnar sighed, he just wanted to rest. "Yeah right, whatever." He haphazardly replied, picking up a handfull of nuts and popping them in his mouth.

"What's the matter big guy? Jealous?" Kara cooed in that little girl voice of hers.

Ragnar rolled his eyes, "Pppllleeassseee Kara, not hardly."

"Jealous." she firmly replied.

*Sigh..."I am not, I like his work as much as the rest of you gals." He paused for conviction. "I'm just tired and not really much of an art critic to begin with, that's all."

"Huh huh.." She continued, eyes glittering, "You're jealous."

Ragnar scoffed, "Whatever. Tell you what, you look at art, I'm going to look at the back of my eyelids for a while." He moved to find a more comfortable place to resume his nap, one of these chairs would do nicely, "And let me know when Louie the wonder lizard comes up with something useful!"

Louie was moving in circles by the paintings.

"Crazy lizard." Ragnar commented as he settled in. The breeze was kind of nice in here. Wonder where all the squirls came from. He closed his eyes.

Raven-Kat -- “Slow down, guys

Got too many suggestions all coming in at once." Rae says. "Okay. Magic to communicate with the outside..." Rae produces a mirror and hands it to Drum. (In the center of the tree-house, a small table has appeared with a glowing mirror on top.) Through Rae's mirror, you can see the cieling and entrance too the tree-house. "Okay." Rae says. "Use this to communicate with the outside. Someone has to look into it and they'll be able to see you."

"The comm-link, Rae." Mouse reminds her.

"Right." Rae digs around in her PK leather (on under the robes) and finds her communications device. She turns it on and begins transmitting an emergency signal. "This is the Scooby Regiment requesting immediate assistance. Do you read me, crew of Moya?"

"Rae, is that you?" a familiar voice asks.

"Oh my god." Spyral says. "Is that--"

"Pilot." Rae says, nodding. "Do you read me, old buddy."

"Yes, quite clearly. Where are you?"

"On a planet. My regiment is kind of... stuck." Rae admits. "Can you help?"

"I will do all in my power." Pilot assures her. "What do you require?"

Rae grins at the others. "It pays to have friends in high places."

KaraS -- Kara was looking at

Spyral's paintings on the wall, trying not to step on Louie the lizard who was running back and forth underneath her feet. She was so busy doing this that she completely failed to notice a table with a mirror on it appearing in the middle of the room.

As she examined a painting of an apple tree she exclaimed in wonder.

"Ragnar! You have to look at this painting! It's so realistic and so detailed. I knew Spyral was good, but this is amazing. You can see every leaf and twig. You can even see..."

Kara trailed off as she realized that the glowing eyes she saw in the painting were moving. The eyes winked at her.

"I'm trying to sleep Kara." the irratable Viking Warrior said.

"I know but... well.."

Then a thick black arm with a taloned hand shot out of the picture and grabbed KaraS by the wrist. She started to scream...

RagnarRB -- Har Har Har...

"very funny Kara..." a saurcastic Ragnar grumbled without opening his eyes....."if you think all that fake screaming is going to get my goat and make me pay those pictures any more attention then the jokes on you. You've been found out now hush while i get some serious napping done....quit screaming..."

As Raganr squirmed a bit to get more comfortable, and grinned to himself that he was finally a step ahead of one of these ladies and their escapades Kara's screaming stopped as if on cue.

"Glad you agree....wake me when the others get here."

KaraS -- Kara kept on screaming

even as the long clawed, black arm pulled her into the painting.

"Quiet girl!" the creature with the long arm commanded. It was about 8 feet tall and a kind of green/black color with bald lumpy skin, glowing eyes, and long sharp teeth.

The creature shook Kara, hard. She stopped screaming.

"Good..." the creature rumbled. "I like a quiet dinner."

"You're taking me to dinner?" Kara asked. She was still dangling by one arm with her feet a foot or so above the ground. It was painful.

"You are the dinner." the creature chuckled.

Back in the treehouse, a frantic Louie jumped on Ragnar and began to tug on his beard. Ragnar, half asleep, backhanded the little lizard across the room. As Louie rolled to a stop, fetching up against one of the papazan chairs, his eyes began to glow. He started to grow. And grow. Louie's max size was about as large as a small alligator. He could only maintain this size for a short time, but it would be long enough.

With an evil grin, Louie headed back toward the unsuspecting Viking...

RagnarRB -- Bizzz...swat!

Ragnar brushed idly at the insect that seemed to be bothering his nose. Ooooo what an awful smell to boot!

Swat, swat, thunk....his hand hit something much harded and scalier than a fly. Half asleep one eye cracked open. "What are you doing Kar...YIKES!!!!"

In a half stumble, half panic, half trip ( get the picture of the adrenilin overload here? ) the normally cool and collective Viking jerked so hard that the chair benieth him collapsed and went crashing to the floor.

"Aaaaa...AAAAAA>>>>AAAAAAA!!!!!" he did his best to hop skip and scramble away from the massive jaws and gleaming teeth that occupied the space way to uncomfortably close to his head. He went crashing into a heap, tangled in the furniture. The lizard? He probably snickered.

Ragnars heart raced and ran somewhere up into his throat. What kind of monster was this? He turned to meet his fate, what a rediculous way to go.

Louie found this reaction something to his liking. He moved in to catch his prey. Only it wasn't yet time for Ragnar to enter the mural.

>>>Hey gang look at this<<< one squirl chimed to another. >>>>>three nuts on the lizard<<<< his fluffy tailed companion replied between bites of pistacia nut that pretty woman was so nice to provide. They began to gather....

Beebo2 -- Ahh, Ha Ha Ha!

Beebo couldn't help but laugh. To see the MIGHTY VIKING scambling to get out of the reach of Louie the Lizard!

(Louie had just returned to normal size as she came around the corner carrying yet another papazon chair!)

"Wow Ragner! Here I'll get the big bad lizard away from you!"

"Come here little fellow" Beebo said as she held out her hand for Louie to climb on.

"I thought you were gonna have an attack of some kind Ragner! Are you ok?"

"UMMM sure" the Viking said. "I was just ummm sleeping when I was...well, Startled by the little fellow"

"Well, You sure could have fooled me! The way you were reacting it looked like you were about to take on a whole slew of pirates or something" Beebo said (hiding behind another giggle) "Must have been one wild dream!"

"Where is everyone? I thought we were all going to decorate this place?

Ragner looked around at the empty room. "Did you by any chance see Kara on your way up? She was just here a minute ago."

"Sorry big guy, I couldn't have seen anyone behind this big ole chair (AHHH AHHH AAHHH CHOO) Just got it out of the basement for Kay and the crew.....where are they all anyway?"

Viridian -- Meanwhile...

Viridian was working in her studio, oblivious to the rest of the world. She worked on the details of a landscape, while the arias of Tosca played in the background. The landscape was of a forest, with a small pool on the foreground. She leaned back and stretched, then sat there for a while, frowning at the picture. The painting really wasn't her style, in fact, she was very surprised she had been so compelled to paint it. She, the queen of the palette knife, had produced a picture that was all soft brushwork and fine detail.

Then the detail blurred and the image changed. A unicorn stood by the edge of the pool, looking at her.

"What the frell?" Viridian gasped. She rubbed at her tired eyes and looked again. The unicorn was still there. She jumped up and grabbed the painting. She brought it up close to her face, the scent of linseed oil wafting over her. The unicorn wasn't painted, it was more like a photograph. Then it moved.

Only years of learning the consequences of dropping wet oil paintings kept her from tossing this one. She stood there gripping the picture by its edges, her heart pounding as she gaped at the unicorn. It took her a moment to realize she was hearing something from elsewhere in the mansion. Someone was screaming.

"Good grief!" she cried and ran out of the studio to follow the sound, the painting, forgotten for the moment, dangling from her hand.

JilaCosa -- Watching from the window

The two squirrels sat contentedly eat nuts and watching the human and the lizard and chuckling to themselves.

>>>Watch!<<< the squirrel said to his companion through a mouthful of pistachio nut. >>>Watch this, the lizard's going to scare the big one!<<<

>>>No way.<<< the fuzzy tailed one said, his mouth equally full. >>>One that size could never be scared by a lizard that small<<<

>>>No, He's bound to be scared. Humans always take things for granted. See, he doesn't notice how much bigger the lizard is getting. Watch now, his eyes are opening<<<