incaros
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Post by incaros on Dec 15, 2007 15:53:22 GMT -5
*the crate still stands in front of the studio, a mono tone voice calling out from inside* "Hello? Anyone out there?" It says in an emotionless voice, something moving around in alot of smaller something elses, knocking on the wood of the inside of the crate* Hello? I know I heard something...I think its time to let me out of this thing! *its voice was louder, but still emotionless and monotone, its knocking not able to get louder, something inside of the box keeping it from being able to really knock or hit harder against the wood*
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Zoko
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Putting the "Mental" Environmentalism
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Post by Zoko on Dec 15, 2007 17:57:50 GMT -5
*Zoko sniffs the forest air.* Lia, it smells like those loud, obnoxious humans we heard have got themselves a bite now. Little do they know that with my silent, tiger-like hunting skills I'll be the one having supper! Their supper! I mean, not them for supper, I wouldn't eat a human unless it was already dead, maybe, but... *Zoko stops dead. It seems that while she was loudly talking to, apparently, herself, she walked right into the clearing where Rev and Ayame were beginning a picnic.* Something tells me I'm not as sneaky as I thought I was...
Who are you? Who are you talking to? Are you not a human? Do you like Super-Duper Fizzola Cola? I have a forest refrigerator!
*Ayame skips over to Zoko, who narrows her eyes suspiciously and growls a little.*
You smell like machine oil but you don't look like a mechanic...
*For no apparent reason, Luna P. darts out from behind Ayame and lunges at Zoko's chest. They wrestle comically on the forest floor, with Ayame cheerleading and Rev watching, slightly amused. Finally Zoko gets Luna P. at arms length, but the cat continues to scratch and bite (but not too hard.)*
You can't have her! .... Oh yeah? .... Well I say bugger off! Well... I guess you would know... alright then. *Luna P. stops fighting and licks Zoko's hand. She puts the cat down and a little hedgehog head pops out of her shirt.*
Now it is my turn to play with your pet! *Ayame grabs Lia (the hedgehog) and rolls around on the ground making growling noises. Luna P. and Zoko join in.*
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Post by Rev on Dec 16, 2007 2:22:21 GMT -5
*as Ayame, Lia, Zoko, and Luna P. all wrestle in a cartoon-esque dust cloud, Rev sits silently on the blanket, sipping a cola*
Well, I guess it's one of those moments.
*opens a hatch in the blanket and reaches down, way down, into the ground, and after a moment, pulls out a bucket of popcorn*
Ah...good times... *starts snacking*
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Post by queensari on Dec 16, 2007 13:54:01 GMT -5
Gershwin languished in his king size bed, watching the glow of the encroaching dawn through the large panoramic window of his penthouse condo. A soft sigh to his immediate left broke the meditative stillness of the moment. What was her name again? Sheila? Susan? Something with an S.. Either way, maybe she would leave him alone now that he gave her what she wanted.
Sliding out of bed, Gershwin strolled into the kitchen, not bothering to dress. He sat at his computer, absentmindedly perusing his email, before pulling up an employment site. He sifted through the fifty or so job offers he had received that day, before hitting the search option. While the companies seeking to hire him were offering ridiculous amounts of money for his services, money was not what he was after. He wanted a challenge.
It was on the third page that he found the ad. A small company he had never heard of was seeking a financial consultant. The pay was pathetic, the qualification requirements weren’t even listed, and they wanted a resume presented in person to. Probably a new company, still in the red. Perfect. Within six months he’d have another new billionaire owing him another favor.
After he showered, ate, and dressed himself in his best designer suit, he very abruptly kicked the blond in his bed out of the apartment.
He hurriedly scribbled down the address to the company on a piece of paper. He was trying to get himself out for the day before what’s-her-name decided to come back for a confrontation, or worse, a second go at things.
*Gershwin writes the address incorrectly, juxtaposing two numbers, changing the actual address to that of the studio*
With address firmly in hand he jumps into his convertible, heading toward the studio.
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Post by Moero on Dec 17, 2007 13:01:47 GMT -5
*Moero, unable to sleep, had been prowling about the Lothian forest since very early that morning, so early that one might as well say, since late that night. She had consequently missed all the excitement involving Terd's exploding media center, which was too bad.*
*Her face was smeared with strategic green and black makeup, and she matched a camo jacket to her regular pants. She would have been quite invisible, if not for her extremely noticeable bright blue hair which flowed in two thick, long strands. In her leather-gloved hands, she carried a hunting rifle.*
Unbelievable . . . I finally get the idea to go hunting and there's nothing more interesting in this forest that pointless ground vermin.
*Just then her ears perked up at the sound of growling, like animals fighting.* Aha! *She started sprinting, then started jumping between the tops of trees, stopping when she could see the clearing through the trees, where Ayame and Zoko were playing with their animal companions.*
Perfect! A pink she-beast! I've always wanted to tag one of those!
*Just as she pulls the trigger, her gun glows blackish green and bends in half, foiling her shot.*
For the last time Moero, you're not going to shoot Ayame.
*Moero swings down out the tree and lands next to Rev, pouting.* You ruin everything. *She stomps over to the fridge and opens it, then slams it shut, sulkily. When she turns around Rev is holding out a chocolate bar, though still watching them play. She grabs it and rips it open.* Who the heck is this fairy?
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Sy'n
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Post by Sy'n on Dec 19, 2007 22:03:39 GMT -5
*Sy'n walked towards the studio after a rather rough landing in the forest which left her incapacitated for a few hours.*
So much for everything going according to plan *She thought*
This is all your fault Tyran, if you would stop jumping on the control panel this wouldn't have happened!
*Tyran put her ears back and jumped off Sy'n's shoulder to walk on her own. They finally arrived at the studio and Sy'n began to look for an entrance of some sort*
*Finally she spotted a door on the side of the building, which was left slightly ajar.*
Shall we go in? *She asked Tyran.*
*She mewed a response in which Sy'n took as a yes and walked through the door, her Mincha following closely behind. She soon heard voices in the hallway. Being the well thought out person that she was, she quickly and quietly walked over to the other side of the room and pressed herself against the closed door trying to listen in on the conversation being held on the other side.*
*Unfortunately the latch on the door just so happened to be conveniently broken and soon flung open throwing her into the hallway right onto a man who seemed to be passed out wearing no pants.*
*Sy'n quickly jumped up with wide eyes. Taking in her surroundings, including the two others staring at her with confused looks*
MY UNDERWEAR IS THE COLOR OF TOMBSTONES!
The hell?
What color is that?
Um...marble?
You have marble underwear?
*Shyly*Just the color...
*Groggily*What's...going on?
*Sy'n turns back to the pants less man on the floor. Avoiding to look at his naked legs*
I...I'm here for a job?
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Post by Tay Mation on Dec 20, 2007 15:00:57 GMT -5
*Tay flew back towards Earth, his mind cursing that black market shop keep who had dared ask for so much money on Tombstones. Tay's thoughts drifted away from the crooked salesthing the further he got from the small space port, finally as he could see Earth in his sight his thoughts landed on his empty stomach.*
*Tay quickly landed the ship, and began to run towards the break room for a slice of the very delicious Pie, which was delicious, he had saved away in the fridge. But it so happened Tay would never get to eat that pie. For two reasons. One, Sparky had already found the pie and ate it, and two. As Tay raced towards the break room out of the corner of his eye through the window, he noticed a very large package sitting next to the mail box. Tay stopped and walked over to the window to look at the strange package. Suddenly a grin broke his face. Tay simply loved receiving packages in the mail.*
*Tay quickly ran out side to the said package, and pressing small button on his ear piece, a small device, looking much like a laser pen popped out. The Laser Pen began to glow at the tip, and with in seconds, the crate split open.*
*Tay, who had been hoping for some sort of new technical device was a little saddened when a man fell to the ground.*
Who are you? and why were you just in that box now?
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incaros
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Post by incaros on Dec 20, 2007 19:51:28 GMT -5
*stumbles out once its box falls out, a bunch of cute, chibi animal plushies falling out with him, apparently use as packing peanuts instead of actually packing peanuts. The creature stands up, looking at Tay with its unblinking and apparently drawn on eyes, before speaking in its monotone, emotionless voice*
I am a Quilton, Apparently. And apparently I had either been mis located, stolen, or someone had ordered me.
*it gives a glance around, before reaching up to its body, starting to brush off some of the link that had gotten onto it while it was in storage*
And if you do not mind me asking you, who are you?
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Post by Tay Mation on Dec 21, 2007 11:38:05 GMT -5
I see... well Mr. Operantly, I am a Tay Frederick Mation.
*Tay looks around to see if he can see anyone who may have left this strange crate with this strange man. But not seeing anyone, decided to ask around the studio to make sure no one had ordered him.*
Let's go ask around the studio to make sure no one ordered you before we try to send you back from... where ever you came from.
*To himself* I didn't even know U.P.EX delivered on Sundays...
*Tay headed towards the studio with Incaros following behind. as they reached the doors Tay stopped and turned around looking at Incaros.*
Yes?
I was just wondering... are you some sort of Male Stripper or something?
Uh... N-
Cause if you are, that is fine if that is the life style you've chosen... but I can't think of anyone who would have ordered a stripper. So are you?
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Zoko
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Putting the "Mental" Environmentalism
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Post by Zoko on Dec 21, 2007 12:34:44 GMT -5
Fairy?!?! *Zoko jumps up and charges towards Moero, fists clenched. Rev puts up an invisible force-field between them.*
Trust me, you don't want to do that.
Lemme at her! grrr...
*Moero yawns disdainfully* You really should let her at me. I may not be *her eyes narrow with spite* ...allowed... to shoot Ayame, but there's no reason I shouldn't shoot her.
Nooo! Ayame runs up and, well, glomps Zoko. You can not shoot my new play friend!
Ach, geroff then... Ayame squeezes harder, thereby applying her unintentional robot death grip. ACH... chhhhhh
And you're not allowed to unintentionally strangle the fairy either, Ayame. *Ayame lets go, surprised, and Zoko tries to catch her breath. huh... heeh... Hey! I'm... not a fairy! ruddy humans.... d'you see any wings? I'm a forest sprite! criminy.... *Lia runs over and climbs up Zoko to sit on her shoulder, actually it looks like she is whispering to Zoko. Luna P. follows and rubs against Ayame.* *to Moero.* Oh. So apparently you're the mean one. *angry glare*
>:[ Yeah, maybe I am. *glares back.* *The glare war continues for about a minute.*
*chipper* Well, that whole angry business certainly took a lot of energy. Shall we carry on with the picnic, then?
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incaros
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Post by incaros on Dec 21, 2007 14:28:41 GMT -5
*The Quilton follows after Tay, waiting for him to finish talking, and tilting its head to the side*
No, I am not...though I am not wearing clothes, I also have no apparent gender....
*it says, waving its hands over its technically nude body, its skin smooth and ivory, a bit like porcelain, even giving off a shine, though feeling more like warm plastic. It speaks again, in its monotone voice, its thin, drawn on mouth not moving as it speaks*
If I recall, I am supposed to be a P.D.A...personal dolly assistant if my guess is correct.
*it can't help but look around as it follows Tay, tapping its finger on one of its legs before looking back at him*
And what, may I ask are you? A personal tour guide? And aside of that, what is this place, that one would suspect a person like thing in a crate would be a stripper?
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Post by Sparky the Dog on Dec 21, 2007 17:57:50 GMT -5
*Sparky awoke in the basement with makeup all over his face again. he stumbles to his water bowl and see this in his reflection.*
God damnit this is getting old.
*sparky rushes up to the base floor bursting out of the door to the main level and crashing into tay. and then eventually into Quilton. causing a dog pile on top of sparky.*
Hey sparky did you order this thing in one of your drunken stupors?
*sparky just stares at tay*
Right. must have been ayame, lone, or terd.... Hey you got make up on your face.
i know. hey whose the stiff?
*sparky points to Quilton*
i am Quil-
Hey hey hey i didnt ask for ye life story *turning back to tay* do ye know who keeps putting the makeup on my face?
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incaros
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Post by incaros on Dec 22, 2007 6:54:59 GMT -5
*Assuming The Quilton is on top (That sounds wrong somehow) of the dog pile on Sparky, it just blinks as it is not allowed to finish its statement. It waits for a few moments, before speaking in its emotionless voice*
I do hope he is not the guard dog here....and if so this place at least has good insurance.
*it slips off of the two others, standing up and looking over its body, brushing off any dust if it needed to, then reaching over to help pull up Tay. It is about to reach over for Sparky, but decides against it, looking over at Tay once again*
This place is not one of those places you hear about on late night cable, is it?
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Post by Lone and Shiinto on Dec 23, 2007 14:52:41 GMT -5
*Looking first at Terd then the strange women that had suddenly popped out from nowhere then back at Terd, Lone finally thought the silence after S'yn's statement had been long and embarrassing enough so he decided to speak.*
I'm not sure what's going on here... but I think the break room might be a good place to talk for a bit and clear things out... after Terd here has gone back to his room and put on something decent that is. Oh, and wipe off that nose bleed as well, red isn't really your color Terd.
*Taking another look at S'yn and trying not to look too much at Amuki he motioned for them to follow him.*
Are we just gonna leave him like that?
He'll be ok... a small dose of blood loss won't do him in, and besides Mr. Black will take care of that blood on the floor and walls so there's no need to worry.
*Glancing at Amuki again*
You don't think you could do anything about that... lack of... clothing... you got going there? It might make it hard for certain individuals to have a coherent discussion with you looking like that...
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Post by Amuki/Ikuma on Dec 26, 2007 11:21:35 GMT -5
*Amuki blinked innocently at Lone's question*
Paru? But I was told this is the minimum that must be covered by clothing, and that stuff like this looks really good.
That's exactly the problem. You're... A little too good looking for some people to have a proper conversation.
Paru?
He's saying to cover up.
Ohhhhh... Well, I guess I can do that.
*With that Amuki does a little twirl while giggling, and once she stopped she was now an obviously female version of Lone with pale white fur, and a blue string bikini covering up her naughty bits.*
There, is that better? *she smiles sweetly at Lone*
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