Ragnar rekindles the fire (conc)
SunAeryn -- Ummm, what would you like...
the code to be oh great Pie-in-the-box killer?" SunAeryn snickers.
"I don't care. Something more FarScape like....if ye would please." SWORD answers looking at the giggling Sun.
"Ok.....I'll change it but I'm not tellin' a soul!" Sun replies. Sun heads back to the computer and enters the new code. SWORD & Leaped start to head out of the Archives while Sun is changing the code.
"Hey GUYS! What happened to sticking together?" Sun yells at the retreating backs. "Men!" Sun finishes and runs after the guys....when that tight knot in her gut tells her she better hurry.....a cold breeze blows by her.
"Oh, man! Not now! I'm trying to catch up!" Sun thinks to herself. SunAeryn runs even faster......trying to be as quiet as possible.
SWORDandMUG -- REPOST ALREADY dagnabit
(GRRRRRR... this better be legible this time! I'm forcing hard returns into the text, you know!)
SWORD shakes his head and realizes a woman is holding him. "Hmmm, how'd this happen? My head hurts..." he says thinking, should I really be complaining? Then he remembers Anni.
"Imsosorryswordididntknowitwasyouandragnarandwassoscaredthatthephantomwasbackandseeingmorephantomswasreallyworriedandjustthoughtiwouldpophimherittheythemonthehead..." TickTick says in a rush.
Ragnar puts a finger to her lips. "Shhhhh," he says. "We'll explain everything. SWORD, you okay to stand up?"
"Yeah, I have a lump on my head, but yeah," he replies.
Ragnar taps his foot.
"What?"
"TickTick, stop holding him..." Ragnar says drolly. TickTick drops SWORD, and his head bounced off the floor.
"OWWW!"
"Go check Anni's room," Ragnar tells SWORD, "we will go check on Mrs. H."
* * * *
SWORD runs down the hallway and slides to a stop outside the door to Mrs. H's room.
"Ragnar!" he says. "oh... hello, Mrs. H," he interrupts himself to be polite. Turning back to the matter at hand, "Ragnar, I just came from Anni's room, but there is no sign of her. I could not find any sign that she had been there and gathered anything either."
"She is definitely missing?" Ragnar says with concern.
SWORD nods, his face grave.
"Oh dear," Mrs. H says as she puts a hand over her mouth.
"This cannot rest..."
"...NO ONE messes with our Anni..."
They exchange stealy determined expressions.
"Mrs. H," Ragnar begins, "with your experience in these matters, where do you recommend we begin?"
As she sits cleaning a pair of spectacles, Mrs. H considers.
"This Phantom, although very cunning, possesses a flaw common to all Phantoms--his fascination with and desire to relive the works of those before him/her. He has gone up the river to his secret hideaway. I believe this is where he has taken Anni."
"Well, I'm not sitting still for this," SWORD says, fire in his eyes. "Ragnar, gather the rest of the Gang and any munitions you deem wise. Meet me at the longboat."
"...but... my crew is gone..." Ragnar tries to remind him.
"Yeah, I realize that," SWORD says as he backs away and start down the hallway, "but I've seen a couple things around SciFi that will help take care of that problem..."
In a flash, he's gone. "The little guy is quick," Ragnar notes.
"Yes," Mrs. H nods, "You two are a bit of a Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser together."
She bustles through her hand bag and hands Ticktick a cel phone. Ragnar looks quizzically at it.
"Go on, take it, sonny," she insists. "With this, I can give you advise. I have never enjoyed boats."
"...but a cel phone?" Ticker asks incredulously.
She winks. "If it's good enough for Fox Mulder..." she says and trails off.
* * * *
SWORD stops at his room and grabs his gear--his large stein, his flint lock, Brown Bess, his fighting cloak, and the rapier his brother gave him when he entered the Academy. He nods to himself and grabs the special ammo, dons his hat and gloves, and heads towards the ARCHIVES.
He knows he must move fast. Yes, this will definitely solve the problem of a crew, he thinks to himself as he runs through the vast complex.
He pauses and considers that he should double check Anni's room. He rounds the bend and sees SunAeryn entering the room up ahead of him. "Well, we all seem to up," he thinks to himself as he reaches to tap her on the shoulder.
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SWORDandMUG -- Technical difficulites
We apologize for the technical difficulties that we are presently experiencing. As there seems to be no other logical explanation, we are blaming it on the Phantom. (neener, neener, neener!)
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Annisette -- Um, Sword-sweetie, PUT IN SOME SPACES
In case you miss the e-mail...try putting some breaks in the word string... then it should work.
Anni
in2d3 -- FYI: Your super word is too long for...
the Margins. If you don't cut the word up, it will continue to happen. Please, don't blame The Phantom. I have enough problems already with in2d4 and in2d5 posting on the Main BB. I'm calling a timeout for the next two days while the Halloween party is going on. Its just too crowded for a shy Phantom like myself.
in2d3
The One and Only Phantom of Farscape
RagnarRB -- And Ragnar reaches to help....
And Ragnar reachs to helkp SunAeryn along...
...and Ragnar reachs to help SunAeryn along...
...and Ragnar reachs to help SunAeryn along...
oh no! Chricton must be playing with a Scorvian again!
SWORDandMUG -- Please bear with me...
[Okay, a quick commentary. I had an idea who Phantom was, but that person either just totally snowballed me with the best acting job this side of Lawrence Olivier or the Phantom just proved intentionally that I could stop suspecting this person. "What on earth are you talking about SWORD?" Don't worry about it--just trust me.
Now, both Anni and the Phantom have instructed me as to why my post is so screwed up. If Anni hadn't been privy to the knowledge, I would have conclude that our poor beset Phantom is the gremlin making all things mess up, milk to sour, clothes to wrinkle in the closet... but that's beside the point. He/she/it/them/whatevah needs a weekend off. Time to be nice to our neighborhood Phantom.
BUT WE WANT OUR ANNI BACK!!!!! YOU PHANTOM!!!!! And don't give me none of that "custody for the weekend" stuff either! Anni's ours, and you had no right to give her a haircut and rust up her bell. ...unless there is some other frightful denizen in the darkness of the grotto...
Okay, this is my last try... fourth time is a charm?]
* * * *
SWORD shakes his head and realizes a woman is holding
him. "Hmmm, how'd this happen? My head hurts..." he
says thinking, should I really be complaining? Then
he remembers Anni.
"Imsosorryswordididntknowitwasyouandragnar
andwassoscaredthatthephantomwasbackandsee
ingmorephantomswasreallyworriedandjust
thoughtiwouldpophimherittheythemonthehead..."
TickTick says in a rush.
Ragnar puts a finger to her lips. "Shhhhh," he says.
"We'll explain everything. SWORD, you okay to stand
up?"
"Yeah, I have a lump on my head, but yeah," he replies.
Ragnar taps his foot.
"What?"
"TickTick, stop holding him..." Ragnar says drolly.
TickTick drops SWORD, and his head bounced off the
floor.
"OWWW!"
"Go check Anni's room," Ragnar tells SWORD, "we
will go check on Mrs. H."
* * * *
SWORD runs down the hallway and slides to a stop
outside the door to Mrs. H's room.
"Ragnar!" he says. "oh... hello, Mrs. H," he
interrupts himself to be polite. Turning back to
the matter at hand, "Ragnar, I just came from
Anni's room, but there is no sign of her. I could
not find any sign that she had been there and
gathered anything either."
"She is definitely missing?" Ragnar says with
concern.
SWORD nods, his face grave.
"Oh dear," Mrs. H says as she puts a hand over
her mouth.
"This cannot rest..."
"...NO ONE messes with our Anni..."
They exchange stealy determined expressions.
"Mrs. H," Ragnar begins, "with your experience
in these matters, where do you recommend we begin?"
As she sits cleaning a pair of spectacles, Mrs. H
considers.
"This Phantom, although very cunning, possesses a
flaw common to all Phantoms--his fascination with
and desire to relive the works of those before him/her. He has gone up the river to his secret hideaway.
I believe this is where he has taken Anni."
"Well, I'm not sitting still for this," SWORD says,
fire in his eyes. "Ragnar, gather the rest of the
Gang and any munitions you deem wise. Meet me at
the longboat."
"...but... my crew is gone..." Ragnar tries to
remind him.
"Yeah, I realize that," SWORD says as he backs away
and start down the hallway, "but I've seen a couple
things around SciFi that will help take care of that
problem..."
In a flash, he's gone. "The little guy is quick,"
Ragnar notes.
"Yes," Mrs. H nods, "You two are a bit of a Fafhrd
and the Grey Mouser together."
She bustles through her hand bag and hands Ticktick
a cel phone. Ragnar looks quizzically at it.
"Go on, take it, sonny," she insists. "With this,
I can give you advise. I have never enjoyed boats."
"...but a cel phone?" Ticker asks incredulously.
She winks. "If it's good enough for Fox Mulder..."
she says and trails off.
* * * *
SWORD stops at his room and grabs his gear--his
large stein, his flint lock, Brown Bess, his fighting
cloak, and the rapier his brother gave him when he
entered the Academy. He nods to himself and grabs the
special ammo, dons his hat and gloves, and heads
towards the ARCHIVES.
He knows he must move fast. Yes, this will definitely
solve the problem of a crew, he thinks to himself as
he runs through the vast complex.
He pauses and considers that he should double check
Anni's room. He rounds the bend and sees SunAeryn entering the room up ahead of him. "Well, we all
seem to up," he thinks to himself as he reaches to
tap her on the shoulder.
Annisette -- Costume Closet?
Annisette had been searching for a way out of the room with the canopied bed, the baldechine chair and the fireplace for what had seemed like an eternity. She knew her friends must be becoming desperate by now.
She knew there must be a way out of the room; she just had to find it. Her first stop had been the windows covered with the heavy brocade drapery. Only when she looked where the glass panes should have been, she found only more stone.
She had pulled the red needlepoint bell pull; she had tugged on the candleabra; she had moved books from side to side, and still no trap door, no secret passageway had been revealed. There has to be one, she thought.
She glanced around the room and her eyes settled upon the large armoire she had noticed before. Approaching it, she placed her hands on the brass carved knobs. "Let's just see." Pulling the knob towards her, the doors of the armoire swung open easily.
Inside the armoire, hanging, slung over a padded, embroidered hanger was a fuzzy, pink bunny suit, complete with long, floppy ears and puffy tail. On another hanger,was a black leather studded jacket, matching pants, boots, and an entire assortment of biker gear. "Oh, my."
Poking out of the pocket of the biker jacket was a piece of paper. Annisette pulled paper out, and read: "Happy Halloween, enjoy the party, the choice of costume is yours. The Phantom." A wry smile started at the corners of her mouth.
Annisette turned the paper over and found a map of the house. The YOU ARE HERE spot was marked with a large X.
All she had to do to leave was push the false back of the Armoire and she would be out.
"I've been in the basement this whole time?" Annisette couldn't believe it and wondered what her friends would say when they found out she had been here all along. She looked back at the costumes before her, and thought about what she could say.
Then she smiled and reached for the costume, "Well at least I can make an entrance, one BUNNY BIKER BABE on the way!"
RagnarRB -- An earry hush has fallen..
Over the Farscape house.
The Phantom was spotted hither and frow, even at the party did he appear. The Scooby gang scurried about taking care of their chores knowing that the hunt would soon resume. For one thing still remained....
...WE WANT OUR ANNI. BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!.....
Stay tuned....
in2d3 -- Now that the party revelers are gone
The Phantom can returns to his lair. As he enters, he disocovers that his Scooby gal has escaped. Not only that she has stolen is leather jeacket and motorcycle. No I'm irate. Its time to get nasty.
The Phantom finds the location of the Scooby Gang and ...
(see next in2d3 post)
SWORDandMUG -- A girl and her robot
SunAeryn felt the change in the timber of the air and sensed the imminent danger. The Phantom was near, yet SWORD and Leaped had exited the Archive.
"Danger, SunAeryn," Robot announces in the metallic radio announcer voice that was so familiar, his slinky arms flashing about. "I suggest that you duck."
Without thinking, she falls prostate on the ground when she notes a whistling sound where her head once was and followed by a sweet splat sound. She raises her head above the computer desk and surveyed the scene. Poor robot was smeared with a lemon merangue pie.
"You cruel, Phantom," robot said, "only Dr. Smith was ever so devious."
Noting the door beginning to close, SunAeryn somersaults across the floor and bars it from shutting.
"Come on, Robot!" she calls, "I'll clean you up back at the Longboat!"
Quickly, they exit the Archive amidst the rustling air that is the trademark of the Phantom.
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