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The Phantom of Farscape

In2scifi -- A scream in the night

The corridors in the Dominion house have darkened..and Scapers try to get their sleep, save for the occasional racket of the "Scooby Gang" and a moan in the night...all is peaceful.

Quilt_Lady is in her room working on a beautiful blanket for ButchCrichton's newest little Scaper which, we all pray, will make it into this world safe and sound and will love the Moya crew. She has just finished Chaoswar's and has many more to do.

The Sun children are snug in their beds and are excited about trick-or-treating this year...not as much as their mother, but she doesn't know that. ;)

Smushybutt is in the kitchen...she couldn't sleep and she's making miniture jack-o-lanterns for all Scaper kids to take with them on their rounds...she's working dilligently with a flashlight by her side in case the lights go out again.

DirtyPantsBunny's room is empty, she's taken a vacation...too much bewitchery going on around here she said. She needed to clear her mind.

Truthseeker is studying in her room...at least that's what she said. ;)

drteeth is getting ready to head into Anycity to go to work.

Ky is looking over the Sun children...keeping watch in case one of them hears a disturbing noise from the Phantom or more realistically, the "Scoob Squad". No one wants the Scaper children to get nervous or scared. It's a "good" Phantom...it doesn't pick on kids.

ScapeGirl is finally asleep..still in full volleyball gear laid out over the top of the bed without even having pulled the covers down. Too much effort and she's exhausted.

Mardel is busy *trying* to get to bed...seems there are quite a few puppy papers to change.

khavi has decided to stay up with AnimeVampire tonight...just a little too creeped out to sleep.

Winterspel and Ceallaig are working on their stories...pulling allnighters. (God bless them:)

UCSBdad has slipped into his night jacket and is enjoying a brandy and cigar by the fireplace in the living room. He is later joined by brothermoser and the two begin talking about politics and the lack thereof.

Ranganthan is in the library study..working on updates to the Farscape addiction lists.

Computers and internet connections are sporatically buzzing throughout the family room...

all is relatively quiet. Those that choose not to retire to bed early have the respect to keep the sounds down low for those that do. Exceptions, of course, are parties...there is usually no quiet to be found on party days/nights...but respect is always there.

<<Suddenly a blood curdling scream rises up into the night and carries itself throuhout the Dominion walls...>>

<<Smushy hears the racket from the kitchen and nearly cuts off her thumb...>>

GGirl, NickiOZJ, Riesa, Air_n_Sun, and SG3 run into the kitchen when they hear Smushy cry out in pain..thinking that is where the noise orriginated in the first place...

Riesa: "Smushy! What happened? Are you alright? Did you

see the phantom? Is it in here? Oh gosh..I'm

leaving...got to get out of this crazy mad house!"

<<Air_N_sun graps Riesa by the collar..>>

Air: "You'll be just fine..look I haven't relocated

my entire family so trust me...you're safe."

Smushy: "I'm fine guys, thanks...I just got startled and

GGirl: "You mean you didn't scream?"

SG3: "We saw the light down here...we were down in the

basement doing some laundry and when we heard it

Smushy: "No..it wasn't me that's what startled me..I

nearly lost my thumb...these knives of Violette's

sure are the real thing. Dang....

<<NickiOz hands smushy another towel and then looks for some bandages and some more rags to clean up the mess>>

GGirl: "That's a pretty big cut, Smush...I think we

need to have the Doc check you out."

Smushy: "It's really not that bad...it's long but you know

how these finger cuts go...they bleed forever.

Fortunately this was my last pumpkin.."

Riesa: "look can we just all go somewhere else? This

blood is really gross to look at."

Smushy: "Yeah I need to clean this up...why don't all of

you go on back to your laundry in the basement

and I'll go hunt up some rags to clean this mess

up...I think there's some in the supply closet..

I need to dig mini flashlights for the pumpkins

SG3: "Can't use candles? There are candles all over

the place from when the lights went out today and

that frellin' organ music blasted through the

Air: "No, these are for all the Scaper children to take

with them trick-Or-treating...can't use candles..

an accompanying adult could get hurt.

<<Riesa smiles at Air_n_Sun and feels better...she shouldn't

have stayed up late and watched those scary movies with Powrhug and Moyaspilot last night...she didn't know if she'd

ever quit being jittery.>>

The group says their goodnights and Smushy runs ventures on to find something to clean up all the mess.

....In2scifi's room:

Thinking to herself:

Crap...I shouldn't have screamed but I could've SWORE I heard someone talking to me...great. The ONE time I actually go to sleep at a decent hour and I start hearing things. And I thought I felt something scratching on my forehead...ugh!

Ahh...ok...just lay back down here and go back to sleep.

No big deal. The Scooby Gang is hard at work (at what I really don't know) but they can't kill each other or destroy the house in the next few hours so I should be able to sleep. I wouldn't care really, what they did but I feel responsible..and I know Sword pushes Annisette to the end of her rope. And that poor Mrs. H...just wearing herself out for all of us when she should've been on vacation.

Great..now I can't sleep.

I wonder if this phantom really is a "good" phantom..if there is such a thing. And what if I know him/her? That's what the voice said? That I might now who it/he/she/they is/are? I'm dreaming. I'm having Farscape withdrawals and I'm losing my mind. I'm talking to myself in my mind. Perfect. That's it...I need a meeting.

What a nightmare...gosh it sounded so real.

<<scratching noises are heard across the room and a laughter sweels up in the air...>>

<<In2 jumps up on the bed and clears it..doing a faster-than-light maneuver in mid air (which DelvianPrince taught her:) and began to reach for light switch on the wall...she flicked it on just as she landed...>>

In2: "Thank goodness sometimes clumsyness pays off and

I hit my mark this time..."

<<In2 looks around from where the noise came from...>>

A giant 'D' has been scratched into the wall and a big

red "BOO" has been written on the mirror in red....

not waiting for any further clues from the phantom...nor caring at this point...In2 immediately quits talking to herself and runs down the stairs...Fright and Flight are taking it's course in a normal adreneline rush reaction.

Lights on in kitchen..must get to kitchen

Smushybutt..must find Smushy

Gun, hammer, knife club, garlic, Spice Girls...

Frell where's Reb when you need him...

Cross I should be carrying a cross...

Screw that "nice phantom" dren...

I never believed it..

<<Finally after flying down three flights of stairs In2 arrives at the kitchen to find it empty...she walks over to the counter and observes>>

In2: "What the hezmana?"

<<In2 notices Smushybutt's scarf she was wearing today...lying on the counter...soaked in blood...a bloody knife...>>

In2: "Pumpkins! Oh Smushy! You were carving pumpkins..

and now...now you're...."

<<Nervousness has taken it's toll and In2 has cracked and

In2: "I never got to tell you all the things I wanted too..

thanks for holding my pompoms at the pep rallies when

I was busy...for pulling those shananigans with me

as we streaked across the field in our bloomers..."

In2: "Oh Smushy..this phantom really is evil...it got you!"

I've got to find someone...I've got to find your

body..maybe your not dead maybe your just hurt..

oh frell...all this blood...what you must have

Smushy: "Hey In2 what are you doing up...I thought you said

you were gonna try and get into bed before

Anime WENT to bed.."

<<In2 screams..turns around...and faints...falling head

first into a pile of pumpkin innards.>>

Smushy: "uhh...what do I have something on my face?"

"Gosh I sure am glad October comes once a year.."

<<Smushy bends down to grab In2scifi and swipes a towel across her face...>>

Smushy: "oh well...guess I'll go back to the closet and

She runs into ArtistStudio down the hall...

Smushy: "Hey Artist.."

Smushy: "Have you noticed anything weird going on around

Artist: "Yes...from the day I moved in here."

<<Smushy hmms in agreement and the two walk together down

the hall...Artist fills Smushy in on the "Scooby Gang's" latest progress...well...attempts.>>

--Somewhere in the shadows the Phantom of Farscape smiles...then bursts out laughing...not knowing what is funnier...then as he/she/it/ hears Annisette, Sword, Ragnar, TickTick, SunAeryn and the Phantom Hunter approaching....he disappears.

RagnarRB -- Night had fallen

The small fire crackled and flickered as Ragnar stired it with a branch, adding a piece or two to keep it going. A small breeze was blowing through the chamber taking what smoke roses towards the grotto ceiling and carring it out across the river Scifi and away. He had been hauling in loose branchs and firewood for several days before the hunt in case the Scaper children wanted to sit around a fire halloween night and listen to their elders exchange ghost stories, and who knows maybe add a few of their own. But the day had been a long one and he needed a boost. He had built the fire early to cheer himself up.

He liked camp fires a lot they were enjoyable as long as you kept an eye on them.

Scattered about, the Scooby gang lay curled in various positions of sleep. Sword twitched and stirred but the rest remained quiet. They had been up and on the chase for three days now, and parts of the story still remained untold. It had been trying and exhausting. Pirate chest, pies, the flying Dutchman, pies, running up and down all those stairs, more pies, bobbing in the river, more pies, loosing each other, more pies, finding one another, even more pies.

Mrs. H. had been right they had gotten filthy and exhausted. They did need to clean up and rest. The rootbeer re-piping at been close. It was lucky for them that Annisette was becoming paranoid. He glanced over at her. Was her paranoia a good thing? She seemed so alive and innocent.

She, TickTick, and SunAeryn were cloistered together in sleep. He had made sure they had a little privacy and had even covered them all with blankets as they drifted away. TickTick was nearly invisable but for her pointed ears, her covers pulled tightly about her. They were all so alive and vibrant in the day yet so innocent and frail in sleep. Wonderful women all. They were coming to mean a lot to him only he'd never tell them that! They would never let him live it down.

Sword continued to moan and writher in sleep. Brownie withdrawal? Ragnar wondered. Life had been hard on his friend of late, it was a wonder he hadn't become closterphobic or lost his mind with all the times he'd spend changing personalites or stuffed in small places. Sword had luck like that. He see the tripwire, step over it and fall through the trap door. Still he was a good companion. Maybe it was time to dry him out. But he was so helpful in his flipant way.

Leaped was not far away. Ragnar hadn't quite figured out that relationship yet. Where they was Sword in these adventures soon there would be Leaped. Yet he was a useful sole and Ragnar was glad to have him along. He was becomming like a little brother with so much energy you just couldn't ignore him!

Mrs H. was the only one who had opted for proper quarters. He had offered to stand guard but she assured them all that it wasn't necessary. That you couldn't get to be her age hunting Phantoms and not learn a thing or two.Oh how Ragnar hoped that that thing or two would rub off on the gang soon.

He wasn't at all sure what he was doing. Each moment was a challenge. What to say, what to do. He had thought Annisette had finally gotten him with the *****Gen CalSelkie episode but all had been well in the end. The generocity and patience of Scapers was boundless.

Still were they any closer to identifing their prey? Sure they had caught fleeting glimpses of him, the others had been busy trying to convince him the Phantom was male and his resolve was wavering.

There were so many possibilities. Should they draw a name out of a hat? Should they hang a dart board and toss until they hit a name tag? He sure wished Delvian Prince was around to advise him. He always seemed so calm, so knowledgeable. He hadn't been seen around the Farscape house for days now, maybe even since before the Phantom first struck. Had Delvian Prince been the first victum and they just didn't know? It was so confusing.

Ragnar stretched. Grabbing a metal cup he reached for the little coffee pot sitting at the edge of the coals. He hadn't been able to find the coffee grounds so he had used brownie crumbs. It was really pretty good coffee. It deffinately kept a person awake.

He had just taken a swallow when the scream echoed down from above. He knew that voice! In2scifi!

UCSBDad -- Wait. I know who it is,

UCSBdad doesn't smoke, well not anymore. That means there's a fake UCSBdad on the loose. Hey, what are YOU doing here. No, no, not that....

In2scifi -- ACT? Scene 13 changed...

That only LOOKED like a cigar...UCSBdad was deep in thought on a new story idea, and paused, placing his very expensive, monogrammed, fat, cigar-looking, fountain ink pen up to his lips....the narrator of Scape Wars: The Phantom Menace wishes to apologize and the set decorators have been fired.

--However, you may still want to watch your back and front UCSBdad...there's no telling what these writers may have in your mouth next.

--That goes for everyone.


	The Archives To In2scifi in2d3 I bet you know who am, don't you. The others are closing in. I'm not sure I can stay ahead of them until the Halloween Party. You'll love my costume. in2d3 The Phantom of Farscape In2scifi -- A scream in the night The corridors in the Dominion house have darkened..and Scapers try to get their sleep, save for the occasional racket of the "Scooby Gang" and a moan in the night...all is peaceful. Quilt_Lady is in her room working on a beautiful blanket for ButchCrichton's newest little Scaper which, we all pray, will make it into this world safe and sound and will love the Moya crew. She has just finished Chaoswar's and has many more to do. The Sun children are snug in their beds and are excited about trick-or-treating this year...not as much as their mother, but she doesn't know that. ;) Smushybutt is in the kitchen...she couldn't sleep and she's making miniture jack-o-lanterns for all Scaper kids to take with them on their rounds...she's working dilligently with a flashlight by her side in case the lights go out again. DirtyPantsBunny's room is empty, she's taken a vacation...too much bewitchery going on around here she said. She needed to clear her mind. Truthseeker is studying in her room...at least that's what she said. ;) drteeth is getting ready to head into Anycity to go to work. Ky is looking over the Sun children...keeping watch in case one of them hears a disturbing noise from the Phantom or more realistically, the "Scoob Squad". No one wants the Scaper children to get nervous or scared. It's a "good" Phantom...it doesn't pick on kids. ScapeGirl is finally asleep..still in full volleyball gear laid out over the top of the bed without even having pulled the covers down. Too much effort and she's exhausted. Mardel is busy trying to get to bed...seems there are quite a few puppy papers to change. khavi has decided to stay up with AnimeVampire tonight...just a little too creeped out to sleep. Winterspel and Ceallaig are working on their stories...pulling allnighters. (God bless them:) UCSBdad has slipped into his night jacket and is enjoying a brandy and cigar by the fireplace in the living room. He is later joined by brothermoser and the two begin talking about politics and the lack thereof. Ranganthan is in the library study..working on updates to the Farscape addiction lists. Computers and internet connections are sporatically buzzing throughout the family room... all is relatively quiet. Those that choose not to retire to bed early have the respect to keep the sounds down low for those that do. Exceptions, of course, are parties...there is usually no quiet to be found on party days/nights...but respect is always there. <<Suddenly a blood curdling scream rises up into the night and carries itself throuhout the Dominion walls...>> <<Smushy hears the racket from the kitchen and nearly cuts off her thumb...>> GGirl, NickiOZJ, Riesa, Air_n_Sun, and SG3 run into the kitchen when they hear Smushy cry out in pain..thinking that is where the noise orriginated in the first place... Riesa: "Smushy! What happened? Are you alright? Did you see the phantom? Is it in here? Oh gosh..I'm leaving...got to get out of this crazy mad house!" <<Air_N_sun graps Riesa by the collar..>> Air: "You'll be just fine..look I haven't relocated my entire family so trust me...you're safe." Smushy: "I'm fine guys, thanks...I just got startled and the knife slipped." GGirl: "You mean you didn't scream?" SG3: "We saw the light down here...we were down in the basement doing some laundry and when we heard it we just assumed... Smushy: "No..it wasn't me that's what startled me..I nearly lost my thumb...these knives of Violette's sure are the real thing. Dang.... <<NickiOz hands smushy another towel and then looks for some bandages and some more rags to clean up the mess>> GGirl: "That's a pretty big cut, Smush...I think we need to have the Doc check you out." Smushy: "It's really not that bad...it's long but you know how these finger cuts go...they bleed forever. Fortunately this was my last pumpkin.." Riesa: "look can we just all go somewhere else? This blood is really gross to look at." Smushy: "Yeah I need to clean this up...why don't all of you go on back to your laundry in the basement and I'll go hunt up some rags to clean this mess up...I think there's some in the supply closet.. I need to dig mini flashlights for the pumpkins anyway." SG3: "Can't use candles? There are candles all over the place from when the lights went out today and that frellin' organ music blasted through the house.." Air: "No, these are for all the Scaper children to take with them trick-Or-treating...can't use candles.. an accompanying adult could get hurt. <<Riesa smiles at Air_n_Sun and feels better...she shouldn't have stayed up late and watched those scary movies with Powrhug and Moyaspilot last night...she didn't know if she'd ever quit being jittery.>> The group says their goodnights and Smushy runs ventures on to find something to clean up all the mess. ....In2scifi's room: Thinking to herself: Crap...I shouldn't have screamed but I could've SWORE I heard someone talking to me...great. The ONE time I actually go to sleep at a decent hour and I start hearing things. And I thought I felt something scratching on my forehead...ugh! Ahh...ok...just lay back down here and go back to sleep. No big deal. The Scooby Gang is hard at work (at what I really don't know) but they can't kill each other or destroy the house in the next few hours so I should be able to sleep. I wouldn't care really, what they did but I feel responsible..and I know Sword pushes Annisette to the end of her rope. And that poor Mrs. H...just wearing herself out for all of us when she should've been on vacation. Great..now I can't sleep. I wonder if this phantom really is a "good" phantom..if there is such a thing. And what if I know him/her? That's what the voice said? That I might now who it/he/she/they is/are? I'm dreaming. I'm having Farscape withdrawals and I'm losing my mind. I'm talking to myself in my mind. Perfect. That's it...I need a meeting. What a nightmare...gosh it sounded so real. <<scratching noises are heard across the room and a laughter sweels up in the air...>> <<In2 jumps up on the bed and clears it..doing a faster-than-light maneuver in mid air (which DelvianPrince taught her:) and began to reach for light switch on the wall...she flicked it on just as she landed...>> In2: "Thank goodness sometimes clumsyness pays off and I hit my mark this time..." <<In2 looks around from where the noise came from...>> A giant 'D' has been scratched into the wall and a big red "BOO" has been written on the mirror in red.... not waiting for any further clues from the phantom...nor caring at this point...In2 immediately quits talking to herself and runs down the stairs...Fright and Flight are taking it's course in a normal adreneline rush reaction. Where to go Where to go Lights Lights on in kitchen..must get to kitchen Smushybutt is up Smushybutt..must find Smushy Need weapon.. Gun, hammer, knife club, garlic, Spice Girls... Frell where's Reb when you need him... Cross I should be carrying a cross... Screw that "nice phantom" dren... I never believed it.. <<Finally after flying down three flights of stairs In2 arrives at the kitchen to find it empty...she walks over to the counter and observes>> In2: "What the hezmana?" <<In2 notices Smushybutt's scarf she was wearing today...lying on the counter...soaked in blood...a bloody knife...>> In2: "Pumpkins! Oh Smushy! You were carving pumpkins.. and now...now you're...." <<Nervousness has taken it's toll and In2 has cracked and is sobbing>> In2: "I never got to tell you all the things I wanted too.. thanks for holding my pompoms at the pep rallies when I was busy...for pulling those shananigans with me as we streaked across the field in our bloomers..." In2: "Oh Smushy..this phantom really is evil...it got you!" I've got to find someone...I've got to find your body..maybe your not dead maybe your just hurt.. oh frell...all this blood...what you must have went through.." Smushy: "Hey In2 what are you doing up...I thought you said you were gonna try and get into bed before Anime WENT to bed.." <<In2 screams..turns around...and faints...falling head first into a pile of pumpkin innards.>> Smushy: "uhh...what do I have something on my face?" "In2?" "Gosh I sure am glad October comes once a year.." <<Smushy bends down to grab In2scifi and swipes a towel across her face...>> Smushy: "oh well...guess I'll go back to the closet and get the amonia." She runs into ArtistStudio down the hall... Smushy: "Hey Artist.." Artist: "Yes?" Smushy: "Have you noticed anything weird going on around here?" Artist: "Yes...from the day I moved in here." <<Smushy hmms in agreement and the two walk together down the hall...Artist fills Smushy in on the "Scooby Gang's" latest progress...well...attempts.>> --Somewhere in the shadows the Phantom of Farscape smiles...then bursts out laughing...not knowing what is funnier...then as he/she/it/ hears Annisette, Sword, Ragnar, TickTick, SunAeryn and the Phantom Hunter approaching....he disappears. RagnarRB -- Night had fallen The small fire crackled and flickered as Ragnar stired it with a branch, adding a piece or two to keep it going. A small breeze was blowing through the chamber taking what smoke roses towards the grotto ceiling and carring it out across the river Scifi and away. He had been hauling in loose branchs and firewood for several days before the hunt in case the Scaper children wanted to sit around a fire halloween night and listen to their elders exchange ghost stories, and who knows maybe add a few of their own. But the day had been a long one and he needed a boost. He had built the fire early to cheer himself up. He liked camp fires a lot they were enjoyable as long as you kept an eye on them. Scattered about, the Scooby gang lay curled in various positions of sleep. Sword twitched and stirred but the rest remained quiet. They had been up and on the chase for three days now, and parts of the story still remained untold. It had been trying and exhausting. Pirate chest, pies, the flying Dutchman, pies, running up and down all those stairs, more pies, bobbing in the river, more pies, loosing each other, more pies, finding one another, even more pies. Mrs. H. had been right they had gotten filthy and exhausted. They did need to clean up and rest. The rootbeer re-piping at been close. It was lucky for them that Annisette was becoming paranoid. He glanced over at her. Was her paranoia a good thing? She seemed so alive and innocent. She, TickTick, and SunAeryn were cloistered together in sleep. He had made sure they had a little privacy and had even covered them all with blankets as they drifted away. TickTick was nearly invisable but for her pointed ears, her covers pulled tightly about her. They were all so alive and vibrant in the day yet so innocent and frail in sleep. Wonderful women all. They were coming to mean a lot to him only he'd never tell them that! They would never let him live it down. Sword continued to moan and writher in sleep. Brownie withdrawal? Ragnar wondered. Life had been hard on his friend of late, it was a wonder he hadn't become closterphobic or lost his mind with all the times he'd spend changing personalites or stuffed in small places. Sword had luck like that. He see the tripwire, step over it and fall through the trap door. Still he was a good companion. Maybe it was time to dry him out. But he was so helpful in his flipant way. Leaped was not far away. Ragnar hadn't quite figured out that relationship yet. Where they was Sword in these adventures soon there would be Leaped. Yet he was a useful sole and Ragnar was glad to have him along. He was becomming like a little brother with so much energy you just couldn't ignore him! Mrs H. was the only one who had opted for proper quarters. He had offered to stand guard but she assured them all that it wasn't necessary. That you couldn't get to be her age hunting Phantoms and not learn a thing or two.Oh how Ragnar hoped that that thing or two would rub off on the gang soon. He wasn't at all sure what he was doing. Each moment was a challenge. What to say, what to do. He had thought Annisette had finally gotten him with the ***Gen CalSelkie episode but all had been well in the end. The generocity and patience of Scapers was boundless. Still were they any closer to identifing their prey? Sure they had caught fleeting glimpses of him, the others had been busy trying to convince him the Phantom was male and his resolve was wavering. There were so many possibilities. Should they draw a name out of a hat? Should they hang a dart board and toss until they hit a name tag? He sure wished Delvian Prince was around to advise him. He always seemed so calm, so knowledgeable. He hadn't been seen around the Farscape house for days now, maybe even since before the Phantom first struck. Had Delvian Prince been the first victum and they just didn't know? It was so confusing. YYAWWWNNN... Ragnar stretched. Grabbing a metal cup he reached for the little coffee pot sitting at the edge of the coals. He hadn't been able to find the coffee grounds so he had used brownie crumbs. It was really pretty good coffee. It deffinately kept a person awake. He had just taken a swallow when the scream echoed down from above. He knew that voice! In2scifi! UCSBDad -- Wait. I know who it is, UCSBdad doesn't smoke, well not anymore. That means there's a fake UCSBdad on the loose. Hey, what are YOU doing here. No, no, not that.... In2scifi -- ACT? Scene 13 changed...** That only LOOKED like a cigar...UCSBdad was deep in thought on a new story idea, and paused, placing his very expensive, monogrammed, fat, cigar-looking, fountain ink pen up to his lips....the narrator of Scape Wars: The Phantom Menace wishes to apologize and the set decorators have been fired. Thank you. --However, you may still want to watch your back and front UCSBdad...there's no telling what these writers may have in your mouth next. --That goes for everyone. ;-0 "Boo!"