TGIF/ Basement Warming Party (conc)

TGIF/ Basement Warming Party (conc)

SWORDandMUG -- Taco Bell

SWORD motions to Brothermoser who bends an ear to hear the "enlightened one" above the din.

"My good man," SWORD says with surprising clarity for one so obviously so far gone (how does he do this?), "despite my great appreciation for the oldies sound and footsteps, could you please grant the lady and I a reprieve into Latino dance moves? A little salsa would add another touch of spice to this fine evening."

SWORD bows to Annisette and invites her to rumba.

Hearing this, GGirl jumps forward with her limb stick...

SWORDandMUG -- ArtistStudio: Troubles here

Through yet another brownie-induced haze, SWORD requests that ArtistStudio get out the Spanish guitars, maraccas, and steel drums--we want to mambo!

ArtistStudio -- How about the Maliguania

No problem. We'll play it to a Mamba rhythm. It'll sound a bit unfamiliar in that rhythmic setting, but it's really pretty nifty that way.

SWORDandMUG -- Where are my spurs?

Very good, ArtistStudio!

MiLady, how close are we allowed to dance, or is this party PG-13?

Annisette -- Annsette feels the latin in her soul

And Tosses her long hair back...and.spins and

Annisette whirls and says softly: Its the Maliguena, SWORD, its intoxicating....

TickTick: yep she's intoxicated!

In2scifi: SHH..this is good

SWORD can only stare into her dark eyes....

Ticktick: That's because he's TOASTED

Ticktick acts like she is talking back to the TV

SWORD: OH yea this is good...Love LATIN MUSIC

Annisette: Its intoxicating and its its PASS PASSio..[she stops and to the onlookers she says] of course we can DANCE CLOSE, don't be silly!

ArtistStudio -- I was surfing through the Members Lounge

Oddly enough, Maliguania is the song I was playing in my photo in the Members Lounge. Hilarious picture of SWORDandMUG there (you must be a real riot!) There's a picture of Solanio too. There's information there about many of our other friends, but I didn't find any other pictures.

We're going to have pictures from Leonidas and Kozy in Australia soon and maybe we can get them to posted in the Lounge.

Annisette -- Pssst SWORD, Artist has your PIC

.....NOW we will BE ARRESTED!.....HE MUST BE AFTER US!!!!!

WITH THAT PICTURE...THE JIG IS UP!....THE STONG ARM OF THE LAW.........................!

Annisette begins to panic at think of a way to escape!!!

SWORD: CALM DOWN, ANNI....

Sword places a reassuring hand on Annisettes shoulder...just look around......

ANNISETTE glances around....Since she started DANCING it seems MANY MORE PEOPLE HAVE EATEN THE ""BROWNIES OF DOOM""

UCSB Dad and brothermoser do seem a little unconcerned at the ALLEGED FELONS in their midst...olpaint DID, afterall, think VIOLETTEFROST was an OREO COOKIE, well at least her ear....

Lilolme and MAurheti do seem to be WELL, relaxed....

SWORD: NO NO THAT"S NOT iT....

ANNISETTE: WHAT dO YOU MEAN? Artist has the mug shots!!!!

In2scifi: ANNISETTE....THEY HAVE NO JURISDICTION in the BASEMENT!!!!!!! ITS PARTY tiME!!!!!

THE GATHERED CROWD BEGINS TO CHANT : P A R T Y ,PARRRRRR TEE!!!!

[Upstairs in the Dominion House...Scapers look around and feel the shaking of the structure, vibrations leading to the basement .]

olpaint -- Resurfacing in the groto’s stream

olpaint girgles "hey you don't have to be skinny to dip after all"

Wow I had a great dream, but what happened to the oreo cookies?

TickTick -- Wow.... I’m glad I made three cases...

The Ticker is attempting to do some latin dancing while carrying a plate of brownies to share with her fellow Scapers.

Sword and In2scifi have reassured Annisette that we're all safe in the Ballroom.

Sword:...Now, my dear Annisette, if you'll just join me here (executes a twist and pulls her toward him, his husky voice growing huskier with the effects of the BROWNIES)

In2: Yeah, let's dance!!!!!

Annisette: ...oh, ok. (Looks at Sword meaningfully; he dips her and twirls her away)

ArtistStudios band is ROCKIN'!!!

TickTick: I am beginning to feel that I am being used for my Brownies...I feel so cheap!!

In2: Nah...we all love you here, Tick! (shakes her hips to the music)

TickTick: Why, gee, thanks, In2...Wait a minute, is that the BROWNIES talking?

Brothermoser dances by and ...does he...yes he does...he grabs another brownie!!!!

BrotherM: (muffled while chewing) GREAT BROWNIES, TICK!!!

TickTick: Aw...what the heck... the BIG KAHUNA'S wrath is gonna have to wait. (Begins to dance and places the plate of brownies by the hot tub.) WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

CalSelkie -- Our House Is Getting Big!!!

Our House..... is a very very very fine House.... with two Cats in the yard.... life used to be so hard.... now everything is easy cause of you.....

I'll light the fire... while you place the flowers in the vase... that you bought... today.................

Well, we now have a beautifully decked out Roof Garden, an Attic, the Main Livingroom, Library (info board) and now the basement. I LOVE living here with all of you!

DANG IT!!! Who left the toilet seat up!!!!!

RNLYNN -- ooohhhh! ouch! AAAAHHHH!

Where the heck am I! (Lynn looks around and realizes she is lying on a counter in the Kitchen)My head feels like someone has been playing football with it.I seem to remember something about a hot tub and a mirrored ball.(Lynn notices the noise coming from the walk in freezer.) Who is in there.Come on out.(Lynn sees the empty pie pans lying on the floor in front ,of the freezer)Hey! Hey!I got those for a big pie fight later on this weekend.HUH!(Lynn stops in the doorway of the freezer.)NO! YOUR NOT REAL!

( Lynn sees the person in the freezer grab a chocolate cream pie,and jump onto a little floating chair.He then floats by her at a break neck speed)Oh! I need coffee badly .I need coffee or a good therapist.( Lynn starts making large amounts of coffee in the coffee makers in the Kitchen)I didn't see him.I didn't see him.I well deny to my dying day that ,I saw him.

I REALLY DID NOT SEE HIM ! I SWEAR IT!

GGirl -- The Morning After

GGirl wakes up to the smell of Lynn's coffee brewing. Wondering why she is covered in pie filling, and picking brownie crumbs out of her hair, GGirl spies brothermoser and ArtistStudio packing up the sound equipment. TicTic is seen slumped in the corner, face first in what is left of the plate of browmies. GGirl gathers up her clothes, twister game and broken limbo stick (what happened here?) and smiles sweetly to Lynn, giving her thanks for such a swell party. Looking tired but pleased with herself Lynn loads the last remaining pie in the Pieomatic and executes a perfect shot, catching ArtistStudio squarley in the face.

Saying her goodbye's to Lynn, GGirl makes a mental note not to consume so much punch of Doom at the next Lynn Bash!

TickTick -- ohhhhhhhh mannnnnn....no more brownies..

The Ticker awakes to the sound of a pie impact. Pulling her face out of her plate of brownies she looks up to see ArtistStudio licking pie filling off his face. Lynn is laughing and clutching her head.

Lynn: BWAHAHA-OW my head!!

ArtistStudio: You just wait till I get these amps packed up, Lynn!!

Brothermoser: Hold up, man. Let's get this stuff put away and then we can have some fun.

The Ticker struggles to her feet. Her leather coat looks definately worse for wear and her Chiana haircut is...well...pretty much the same.

TickTick: So, how was the party, guys?

ArtistStudio: (wiping pie off his guitar case) Pretty great. You were there, weren't you?

BrotherM: (Laughing) I think you have had enough of those brownies. By the way, they're pretty good. Keep that recipe handy.

TickTick: (gratefully accepts a cup of coffee from Lynn and notices the Scapers slumped around the room) Oh, yeah...last thing I remember is dancing with Elvis...

Lynn: No, that was SwordandMug...you were dancing _to_ Elvis. And then Artist's band started up...

Artist: I seem to recall you trying to start a conga line...but then Lynn was trying to ride the disco ball...

TickTick: Disco ball...I think I got in on that... And wasn't there a hot tub waterfight?

Lynn: That was Maurheti and Annisette. That was before Sword helped himself to three of your brownies and started thinking he was the King... You danced for a long time and then passed out over a bass guitar amp.

TickTick: ...and everyone else?

BrotherM: Unconscious at various points of the party. But we had fun...

Artist: And played a great gig! Even with you on the amp.

TickTick: (finishes the cup of coffee) Well...I guess I should say thanks. At least, thanks that I didn't get busted for the LOVE BROWNIES...I'm glad you enjoyed them. By the way, what happened to the plasma globe I brought?

BrotherM: Sword said it frightened him. He thought it was a wormhole and said something about trying to catch a ride with Staanz and then placed it in the bathroom for a decoration.

TickTick: Hmm...guess that fits in with everything else about my contribution to the party...

Annisette -- WHY am I wearing THIGH HIGH boots?

Annisette, awaking on the purple couch, slowly opens her eyes again after squeezing them tightly shut in an attempt to clear her less than perfect vision, and regards HER FEET.

Annisette looks again at her legs encased in LEATHER THIGH HIGH BOOTS...and LOTS and LOTS of LEATHER replacing her clothing, she exhales:

WHOA HO wait A MICROT, HERE!!

as she attempts to lift her head from the purple couch, the ringing in her ears is deafening....and she collapses back on the pillows. Somewhere she can smell the coffee brewing, she raises her head...

GOOD THAT wILL HELP ...NEED COFFEE!!!

CLANG BONG BONG CLANG BONG CLANG...as Annisette looks again for the noise she gingerly touches her aching head and REACHING up slowly, Annisette feels a huge lump on her head, beneath some of her hair,....

WHAT THE HEZMALLA? OH MY, BUT HOW? WHEN? WHAT IS GOING ON? AND wHY AM I WEARING SWORD'S CLOTHES AND WHY IS THE FRELLING BELL IN MY HAIR?????

LAUGHTER ERUPTS FROM AROUND THE WAY TOWARDS THE KITCHEN....

Annisette buries her face in her hands only to feel...HAIR, WHISKERS GLUED TO HER FACE!!!!!!

QUICKLY LOOKING IN THE MIRRORS BEHIND THE COUCH...ANNISETTE is SHOCKED TO SEE WHAT LOOKS LIKE....complete with faux mustache and goatee.

OH MY GOD....I LOOK LIKE SWORD!!!!![ CLANG BONG]

and I sound like he does too.

OH MY GOD!!!BUT WHAT DID THEY dO TO SWORD????????????????

MORE LAUGHTER FROM THE OTHER BASEMENT AREAS....

Maurheti -- <ouch>

Maurheti wakes up with a start, feeling a bit... waterlogged. She lifts up her head. Bad idea. Very, very bad idea. She winces, shuts her eyes, and waits for the people with the hammers to stop hitting her on the head. Finally she opens one eye and looks around.

Where...? Wait just one goshdarn minute... Water?! She's sitting in _water_?! Both eyes open now, she jolts upright. Immediately the world starts spinning. Whimpering quietly, she holds on to what she now realizes is the edge of the hot tub until the world is just undulating gently in time with the hammer strokes.

Hot damn, she must've passed out in the hot tub. Last few things she remembers are... a brownie, yes, and... A waterfight? With someone... Oh yeah, with Annisette. And then another brownie, and... Elvis. Yes, definitely Elvis. Or at least he _said_ he was Elvis, but he had this cow bell... That can't be right... And after that... Well, everything gets pretty hazy after that.

Maurheti realizes that if she stays in the hot tub any longer she will disolve, and begins the protracted process of crawling out of the hot tub. "Those brownies," she thinks, while trying to hook her left foot over the rim of the tub, "those brownies! Must have a little chitchat with TickTick, because I definitely need that recipe... Although next time I'll only...have...one," she says as she finally slithers over the rim and collapses onto the floor. "Ouch..."

She begins to make her way gingerly over to the stairs that lead up to the ballroom proper. Hopefully Sword has left some of that aspirin he was carrying around last night somewhere...

brothermoser -- I still can’t believe that...

you guys ran up to the Roof Garden and danced around the fountain naked. Thank goodness I seem to be immune to the brownies. It must been all of that alcohol therapy in my youth.

One thing though, did any one get Elvis' autograph? Man has he lost weight but he still has the voice. RNLYNN must be on cloud nine after her dance with the MAN.

1stwavefan -- Where are the pies???

I know someone's going to answer this. (1stwavefan cringes in wait)

Mister S -- Great job!

As this board's creator, I'd just like to say that I love what you've done with it. I leave now, knowing it to be in good hands.

Annisette -- While looking for SWORD

ANNISETTE discovers a trail of LEGoS on the carpet

THEN ANOTHER...[CLANG, BONG]... Annisette picks more up

. . .AND ANOTHER....AND ANOTHER

AFTER THE OTHER......[CLANG BONG]

WHERE DO THEY LEAD???????

Annisette realizes this my be the clue to SWORD'S WHEREABOUTS

liloleme -- Wow....

Wow. That's some brownie.

SWORDandMUG -- Top o’ the world, Ma!

Like bread crumbs in the forest, Annisette follows the trail of giant Lego blocks.

CLOMP jangle, CLOMP jangle, CLOMP jangle, CLOMP jangle... The boots makes so much noise on her feet.

"I never realized SWORD's feet were so big..." she mutters as she attempts to walk in his thigh-high f#@k-me boots. She tries to focus, her eyes bleary after the long but so enjoyable party.

"You'll never take me alive, coppers!" she hears SWORD shouting from the other side of the room. She moves forward and see him taking cover behind a waist-high Lego wall with a Lego constructed catapult behind him. The area is littered with pie shrapnel. She sees Brothermoser and ArtistStudio attempting to outflank SWORD with rubber band Pie-Sling-Shots in hand while SWORD rails at godallmitey (who only he can see). A pie flies from someplace, apparently the space occupied by godallmitey. SWORD ducks as SPLAT, the pies hits the top of the wall. He resurfaces, some pie creme in his hair.

"You seek to distract me coconut creme?" he yells, obviously still under the brown influence, "Go away you silly English kiiiiiiiniggits, or I shall taunt you a second time!"

SWORD pulls the crank on the catapult, and 25 gallons of ice-moo-cream flies forward toward ArtistStudio and Brothermoser.

"Run away! Run away...." they shout as they dodge about, their pies flying at each other. SPLAT! SPLAT! KOWPOWIE!!!!!!!!

"BRRRR, that stuffs cold!" godallmitey is heard as saying from the area where the ice-moo-cream has struck the dance floor. "Time out! Time out! I hitting the hot tub for a little bit!"

"BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!" SWORD shouts mightily as he jumps ontop of the Lego wall. He is stained blue in many places (apparently from blueberry pie filling) and wearing nothing but a plaid towel about his waist. "You may take our brownies, but you will never take our FREEEEDOM!!!!"

He dances a jig, and then sees Annisette.

"Oh, hi Anni?" he says, "Deja vu! You look familiar. We could be twins..."

Artist and BroMoser have rearmed and splattered SWORD.

Annisette -- So there ye are, ye hell-tarnished

...GOMERAL....D'ye almost no ' ken me, SWO..WALLACE..in these BREECHEs?

Annisette realizes she has stepped into a fierce battle for control of the Scot borderlands, UM the BASEMENT

>>>>>>SPLAT>>>>>>>>>>>>>Annisette is hit with pie shrapnel as she rounds the corner into the room....SPLAT...SPLAT!

Quickly Annisette dives for cover behind the LEGO wall...CLANG, Bong, CLANG.....the bell in her hair resounds:

Annisette looks up to see a Blue Stained kilted SWORD WALLACE on the wall returning PIE FIRE bellowing:

Annisette realizes this is going to be a long seige....

SWORDandMUG -- Remember the Alamo!

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Annisette slips behind the battlements to view an arsenal of pies and ice cream. She helps pie-spattered SWORD back his feet. He stands back quickly and whips chocolate creme and cherry pies at the advancing assailants.

"SWORD?" she asks scratching at the fake whiskers on her face, "What is this? A war?"

"Nay, lassie," he replies looking like a mad Celt with his blueberry pie-wode face, "Tha' men o' tha' fulse Aangleshh Kahng seeks tah ehprrrehand uhs! "Weel nuht guh duhn 'ithoht eh fight!"

"SWORD?" she begins to ask but hesitates a momemt. No, she decides I want to know. "SWORD? What do you wear beneath a kilt?"

He pauses for a moment as he gathers up some ammo. "Well, nuhrrrmolly, soaks and shuhs," he says glancing at her feet, "buht those seem tuh be uhn loan ferrr deh moment."

Overhearing the exchange between the outlaws, brothermoser says to Artist, "Get a load of him! He thinks he's Scottish now!" Like old battle comrades, Artist nods knowingly at the strategy brothermoser plans to employ.

"Hey, Scottie!" Moser shouts from cover, a pie loaded in his sling shot, "We need more power! Status report on the warp coil."

SWORD's eyes glaze over for a moment, then he stands up and starts shouting back.

"Um sorrry, Keptain, but um givin 'errrr uhl she's got! Eh puht uh 'otdog in deh matterrrr-anti-matterrr drrrive, buht eht duhs neht seem tuh 'ave duhn eh bit o' guhd." He pauses... "by the way, would yee 'appen tuh 'ave uh wee bit o' mustarrd?"

"Mr. Spock?" brothermoser asks preparing to take aim.

"Sorry, Captain," Artist replies, "No mustard."

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SWORD gets double-wammied and falls back behind the wall.

Annisette is reloading the catapult with boston creme pies.

"SWORD... next time you pick a place to hide, pick one with a back door!"

"I DID NOT PICK THIS PLACE TO HIDE!" SWORD responds with a big voice. "well... I DID build it...." he admits.

"Men..." Annisette grumbles, "gotta get you out of every mess, don't I?" She pulls the crank on the catapult and lets two dozen pies fly.

The advancing brothermoser and ArtistStudio hear the release of the siege engine and the whistling of pies in the air.

"Incoming!!!!!" Artist shouts and turns to duck for cover.

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"WAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!" brothermoser says as he is buried by several pies. Artist is struck down by a pie in the back of the head and schrapnel from the brothermoser-pie pile up.

"Har, har! We've got them on the run, Annie! SWORD woops. He jumps back on top of the wall, bends over, turns his backside to the retreating siegers, lifts the towel, and shows what a Scotsman does not wear beneath the kilt. "Kiss my..."

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SWORD topples forward back behind the wall from the bottom quelling pie impact.

"Heh, heh," gloats 1stwavefan, "Moon-pie!"

"SWORD! SWORD!" Annie says as she tries to help her fallen comrade back to his feet. "Get up! They have reinforcements!"

"oooohh, me bottom..." SWORD gasps weakly. "I'm a goner, Annie... save yourself..."

"ATTENTION CRIMINALS!" they hear godallmitey commanding through a megaphone, "YOU ARE TO GIVE YOURSELVES UP! A WARRANT HAS BEEN ISSUED FOR YOUR ARREST!"

"Oh?" says TickTick from her vantage point in the kitchen doorway. "What are the charges?"

"DISTRIBUTION AND CONSUMPTION OF CONTROLLED SUBSTANCES AND UNAUTHORIZED USE OF THE TIME TRANSPOSITOR!"

"I was told you have no authority here!" Annisette cries out in alarm.

"I AM EXERCISING THE POWER OF EXTRADICTION!"

"Godallmitey! Your charges will never stick," shouts back a very sticky SWORD, "You have no witnesses!"

"I WAS THERE! I AM A FIRST-HAND EYE WITNESS!"

"Your testimony will never hold water," Annisette replies. "SWORD is the only one that can see or believes in you."

"HUH? OH.... UM.... I...." godallmitey stutters for a moment.

He is interrupted by a massive amount of feedback through the massive stereo system. They see Lynn moving forward with speaking into a microphone while dragging a thick long object behind her.

"MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, PLEASE? AS YOU HAVE ALL BEEN HERE AT THE PARTY SO MUCH LONGER THAN EVERYONE ELSE AND HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME, YOU HAVE ALL BEEN DRAFTED FOR CLEAN UP CREW!!!!!! NOW, TAKE A BATH!!!!"

As she says this, she drops the mic and opens up the firehouse on the assembled pie-chuckers.

=======SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

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