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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Apr 12, 2004 5:31:07 GMT -5
At long last the drought is nearly over and the new Angel episodes are about to begin. Do you know what this means, kiddies?
Why, it means that once more it is time to dust off the NERD ALERTS! for all you Andrews out there!
So welcome back to this little corner of the Thrall Room. Pull your comfy chairs into a circle facing the fire. Not too close now, we don't want to burn our tootsies! Brandies all around. Smoke 'em if you've got 'em. Because today YOU are going to entertain ME. That's right, your assignment is a Round Robin. Or something very like one.
I'm going to start a story. I will call it Part 1. You are going to continue the story. I'm not going to assign parts to anyone so the next person will call his/her entry Part 2. We will probably wind up with more than one part with the same number, so subsequent entrants will have to tell us whether they are responding to, say, Rob's Part 2 or Patti's. You may enter as often as you like and respond to any part that intrigues you--including your own. Just make sure you identify whose part you're responding to.
You may bring in characters from other shows or invent characters of your own. I'm starting with Buffy, but if you want ATS characters to show up--go for it!
As always, spelling doesn't count, but I urge you to take your time with this one because I'm looking for imagination and wild flights of fancy. So go over the top.
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT
Once I am fairly certain the entries are ended (even if the stories aren't) I'm going to take the parts and put them together. Should we have our story branch off into two or more tales, I'll put together as many of the strings as there are separate stories so each one may be read as an individual tale.
If enough entrants help us through this one, I'll ask our esteemed technogod if a teensy space may be found on the website for our community efforts.
SPECIAL NOTE: In the past players have complained that some of the subjects were too hard. Well, this is going to be one of the hardest I've ever offered, but I'm encouraging everyone to participate--even if you don't think your entry will be any good. Take your time. Try. You could surprise yourself.
Criticism will not be allowed. Everyone's entry is valid. Spelling and grammar don't count. Imagination and a willingness to take the silly path do.
And so, to begin...
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Apr 12, 2004 5:51:35 GMT -5
PART 1:
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, there was a town in a foreign land. That town was called Sunnydale. It was a pretty place. The climate was warm most of the year, the people were friendly and the shopping was good.
For the most part, the citizens of Sunnydale loved and enjoyed their town. But alas, the land of Sunnydale lay under a curse. Or perhaps we should say that Sunnydale lay above a curse because beneath the feet of the people lay a terrible place called the Hellmouth.
The Hellmouth was home to the demons, the vampires and all the ghoulies and ghosties and long leggity beasties that make things go bump in the night.
However, the little town also boasted a champion who lived there to protect the townspeople from the monsters. That champion was a tiny, blonde, pretty young girl named Buffy.
Okay, exposition over.
On this particular day, Buffy awoke in her home and, seeing that she had half an hour before she had to get up, gave serious thought to a pair of shoes she had seen go on sale downtown. The home budget was tight and she already had fifteen pairs of shoes, but still these were special. Creamy leather boots that would be so soft on the foot and boasting high, sharp, wooden heels that could stomp a vampire into dust...How to come up with the cash?
Slowly an idea formed in her mind. Bouncing pertly out of bed, she headed to the bathroom. Her sister, Dawn, was already there, just finishing up. The siblings greeted each other with all the warmth and love that was their custom.
"Good morning, Pest."
"Hi Delinquent. Gimme the toothpaste."
The day was starting off beautifully.
GO TO PART 2.
Remember to identify whose part you are responding to. Part 2 should begin:
Part 2; Diane's Part 1 [/b]
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Post by SpringSummers on Apr 12, 2004 12:33:52 GMT -5
PART 2 (continuing Diane's Part 1):
"Dawnie," said Buffy as she fixed breakfast, "baby needs a new pair of shoes."
"What?" said Dawn, batting her large blue eyes at her big sis as she put out plates for the eggs, "you're having a baby?"
"Shut up. Of course not. I just meant that I really really want a pair of boots I saw at the Mall. But they cost $362.97." Buffy finished scrambling up the eggs and approached the counter where Dawn was sitting. "I don't have the money, but I have a plan to get the money!"
Dawn frowned. "We don't have money for anything now - with Mom gone." She looked so sad, Buffy had to close her eyes to stay focused on the subject at hand. The boots. Think about the boots.
"I said I have a plan, Dawn, and you - lucky li'l sis - are part of that plan! We are going to have a garage sale!! All must go!"
"I'm not sure it is such a good idea to sell the stuff we've got in this house," said Dawn. "you might accidentally sell an enchanted locket you took off a demon you fought last year or something. Then some poor unsuspecting toddler could turn into a lizard - you never know."
"We'll be careful. Giles can help. Everyone can help!"
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Post by raenstorm on Apr 12, 2004 13:12:33 GMT -5
Part 3; Spring's Part 2; Diane's Part 1
"Did I hear someone mention money and a sale?" Anya's head popped out of the basement door.
Startled, Buffy dropped the carton of eggs and Dawn watched helplessly as they cracked all over the floor, "Oh great! There goes my breakfast."
"Dammit Anya, can't you give us some warning before just popping up like that?"
Anya frowned at the eggs, "Sorry. I couldn't help myself."
"Why are there eggs on the floor and why was Anya in the basement?" Willow wandered into the kitchen rubbing her eyes and yawning.
"Yes, Anya, why were you in the basement?" Buffy raised an eyebrow her way.
"Oh. No reason." Anya blushed and quickly moved to help Dawn clean up the eggs.
"G'morning LADIES!" Xander burst through the basement door, a bright smile on his face.
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Post by Patti - S'cubie Cutie on Apr 12, 2004 16:20:22 GMT -5
Part 4: continued from Rae's Part 3
"What's with the basement convention?" Buffy muttered, as she grabbed the Bounty and began to sop up the eggs from the floor.
"Right. And I'm the one not allowed to look in the magic books." Dawn rolled her eyes and stepped over Buffy to grab the cereal from the counter.
"Someone said something about selling. I want to hear about the selling. I can sell things! I think 20% is a reasonable commission, don't you? Are you selling your clothes? Some of those may be hard to sell. In that case, I would charge 25%. " Anya sat down at the table and began making a list.
The phone rang.
Buffy looked up from the floor. "Willow will you get that?"
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Post by William the Bloody on Apr 12, 2004 17:53:35 GMT -5
Part 5 (continued from Patti's Part 4)
As Willow left the room to answer the phone, the basement door creaked open and a rather white shade of blonde hair poked itself into view.
"Oh bloody 'ell. What is taking hte two of you so long? We need the whipped cream if we are going to do this righ... " Upon seeing Buffy and Dawn's bright eyes upon him at the breakfast counter, he hastily broke off. "Um, right... hi, Pet. I thought you had taken Niblet off t' school already." He finished climbing the stairs and stood before them, his black T knotted about his waist, his damp alabaster abs showing above the faded black jeans. A coil of thin rope was slung over his very bare shoulder.
"Mornin' Spike. It's a teacher conference day." Buffy tilted her head and stared at him, and then shifted her gaze to Anya and then to a very fidgity Xander. "A bit early for a vampire isn't it?"
Spike quickly glanced away, his eyes darting to Xander, who at this point was a slack mouthed twitchy mess, and to Anya, who seemed very involved in writing something on a To Do list pad.
"Wut luv? I ....uh... well, you know. Trying to get in the swing of having this soul thing. Thought I oughta maybe get up wit' the sun. Do a bit of exercise in the morning hours. Lift some weights. Bein' dead is no excuse for letting one's self go, you know?"
Buffy blinked. "Oh? And just where have I heard that line before? And I suppose Xander was spotting you? And Anya was what? Cheering you on?"
"Oh no, I was doing it with them!" Anya supplied perkily without looking up from her list.
The collection of heads rotated to stare in Anya's direction. Dawn's mouth was open, her shock apparent. Xander was beginning to make noises that seemed like they might eventually evolve into human speech at some point.
"Hey guys. That was Giles. I told him about the garage sale and he said..." Willow paused as she re-entered the kitchen, soaking in the scene before her. "Ummm why's Spike got his shirt off?"
"Giles isn't the only one that had that question," Buffy replied tartly.
"How did Giles know that Spike had his...oh!" Dawn blushed. "I get it!" She giggled, flushing.
Buffy frowned. "No, you don't get it. I don't want you getting anything. Dawn, why don't you go upstairs and get ready to go?"
"But..."
"Go, Dawnie."
"Oh, fine. Something interesting happens and I get banished again." Dawn slunk past the group and headed to the stairs. Vague mutterings could be heard the entire distance.
"And perhaps now, you could tell me about the orgy that is going on in MY basement?" Buffy glared in turn at Spike and Xander and Anya.
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Post by Lola m on Apr 12, 2004 21:31:03 GMT -5
Part 6 (continued from William the Bloody's Part 5)
"Orgy? What orgy? Who's having an orgy?" Xander managed to splutter.
"The one we're having downstairs, Xander," said Anya matter-of-factly, finally looking up from her list and frowning at him slightly. "Weren't you paying attention? Or did you hit your head on the vaulting horse when I did that thing with my tongue you like so much?"
Turning to look at Spike she nodded wisely. "I told you helmets were a good idea. And now that Buffy is having a garage sale, we can pick some up cheap!"
Before any of the stunned kitchen crowd could reply, the basement door opened once again and a floppy eared Clem peeked into the room. "Does anyone here know how to get ketchup stains out of leather?" he asked meekly.
Suddenly, the kitchen door flew open and a slightly singed Angel half-covered by a blanket rushed into the room. "Wait! Whatever you do, don't touch the pancake batter!", he yelled. "It's a matter of life and death!"
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Post by SpringSummers on Apr 13, 2004 13:32:43 GMT -5
Part 7 (continued from Lola's Part 6)
"All right! Stop!!" said Buffy. "Angel - Take that blanket off. Also: There is no pancake batter. Everybody - don't eat or drink anything, at all, until we find out what Angel is talking about. Spike - come with me!"
Buffy grabbed Spike by the shirt that was tied around his bare waist and pulled him into the living room: "You have some 'splaining to do, Spikey," she said.
"We - uh - had that idea about a garage sale way before you did - and we were going through your things in the basement, trying to help out," said Spike.
"And you needed whipped cream and ketchup?"
"We - uhm - we figured you could sell snacks too," said Spike, nodding his head and blinking rapidly.
"Oh." Buffy used the shirt to pull Spike toward her. She put both her hands on his butt, and gave him a big wet kiss. Then she pulled away from him and tugged him back into the kitchen, where everyone was waiting.
"OK, Angel," she said, motioning toward him, "your turn. What are you doing here, and why can't we eat pancakes?"
"How'd you get whipped cream all over your hands?" said Dawn to Buffy.
Buffy looked with surprise at her messy hands and threw Spike a look. Spike swallowed and looked away from her. He immediately addressed Angel:
"Yeah, Mr. Wet Blanket, it's high time you explained yourself to Buffy here!" he said.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Apr 13, 2004 22:02:28 GMT -5
Part 8, continued from Spring's Part 7
Angel batted somewhat ineffectually at the smoldering edges of his blanket as he replied, "It's the eggs. They've been tampered with."
"Eggs?" asked Buffy, "Tampered with, how?"
Angel glanced at her. Her eyes were glistening and her hair was swinging softly about her shoulders all the way down to her soft, tender breasts. Her lips were moist and so sweet... Unable to control himself, he reached out and grabbed her, kissing her wetly on the lips.
"Hey!" shouted Spike, "Bugger off. That's mine now." He turned away and they could hear him mutter, "Wanker. Always going where he isn't..."
Forcing himself under control, Angel gasped, "Did you eat any eggs recently?"
"Of course we did. We all had eggs for breakfast yesterday. " Buffy replied, "I was about to make some today."
"Except me," Dawn interjected, "I ate cereal. Cap'n Crunch, if you want to know. Oh, and Willow had a bagel."
"Anya and I had weiner schnitzel for dinner last night," Xander added, "There's always an egg on top."
Spike paused. "All right," he admitted, "I had some eggs too. Ate Japanese last night, I did. There's this beef thing that you dip the meat into raw egg...I like the meat raw." He grinned, "The eggs are especially good right now."
Angel nodded, "And I had an egg salad and blood sandwich late last night.
"That explains why you two aren't affected. The eggs... All the eggs in this part of California...all the way to Los Angeles...are under a curse!"
"A curse?" Buffy snorted, "What kind?"
"What kind?" Angel looked at her with a mixture of near panic and undisguised lust, "I thought you'd have figured it out by now. It's a sex curse!"
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Post by Sue on Apr 14, 2004 19:17:42 GMT -5
What the heck, it's Wednesday. And after all you can just ignore this part and go back and pick up at the end of Diane's part. (And, I think I need to join Fanfic Readers Anonymous.)
Part 9, continued from Diane's part 8
Angel explained: "All the eggs are mystically cursed so that everyone who eats them wants to have wild monkey sex with ever-changing partners.
Now, the problem we have here is that, with a few exceptions for brotherly/sisterly type relationships nearly all of us have slept with each other.
Since we've pretty much exhausted the multiple combinations and permutations allowable between and amongst our limited numbers....
Let's see: m/f; f/m; f/f; m/m; m/m/m; f/f/f; m/f/m; f/m/f; f/f/m; m/f/f; m/m/f; f/m/m; m/puppet; p/m; f/p; p/f; p/p; m/f/p; f/m/p; f/p/m; p/f/m....now I've lost track. Anyway, you get the picture.
Eventually this curse will wear off, but until then, we need to find additional outlets for our "energies." I suggest we seek out passengers on a Western-style space ship to join us. "
The others added their suggestions: Yeah, and how about employees at Niagra Falls gift shops; and people who work in mortuaries; and super-heroes (that was Andrew).
So off they went to find additional crossever permutations to enjoy until the curse wore off.
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Post by Patti - S'cubie Cutie on Apr 15, 2004 1:20:28 GMT -5
Part 10 continued from Sue's Part 9
But quickly blocking the door, Willow piped up, "Uh hey - guys? Don't you think there's something a little strange about that last decision? Do you think looking for fictional characters to share your um...spell influenced behavior is the BEST way to deal?"
"What's wrong with it Willow?" asked Tara softly as she entered the kitchen, adjusting the bouquet of lavender dried flowers pinned to her blouse.
Angel laughed kindly. " You're not really affected you know, so you can't really understand how this is ...affecting us..."
Buffy straightened up and tossed the last of the eggy paper towels in the trash, and crossed to the sink. Scrubbing her hands and elbows and rubbing at a stray bit of yolk on her shirt, she glanced at Willow.
"Yeah Will, I really don't know any other way out of this one. And I SO don't want to call Giles and ask him!"
"HELLO! Witch! Standing right here!" Willow answered in frustration.
Anya looked around curiously. "Here? Really? Where? "
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Post by SpringSummers on Apr 16, 2004 12:28:14 GMT -5
Part 11 (continued from Patti's part 10)
"Look," said Willow. If I could just get you all to sit down and behave and answer a few questions, I could probably . . . despellify . . . the eggs, and all of you. So everybody, march into the living room, and sit down and shut up!!"
Everybody marched in to the living room. Willow cleared her throat and started to speak, but noticed that Buffy was sitting on Spike's lap and licking his ear, Tara - Tara!! - was starting to exchange saliva with Angel, Xander was lying on top of Anya, and Clem was looking at her with a very strange look in his eye.
"OK !!" shouted Willow. "I changed my mind! Everybody outside into the back yard."
Everyone reluctantly got up and moved to the back yard, where Willow made them stand at least an arm's length apart. She grabbed the garden hose with its sprayer head, and turned on the spigot. She pointed the hose at the group:
"OK. Angel! Quit looking at Anya's boobs, and tell me what you know about this spell!"
"Could you turn that hose on Anya first?" asked Angel. He gulped at the look on Willow's face, and decided to answer the question, "Uhm - the spell was put on the eggs by some amateur witch type. She's a high school girl in LA who was just trying to get some guy, who ate two boiled eggs at lunch every day, to fall for her."
"Oh!" said Xander, as he stared shamelessly at Tara's behind, "that kind of thing can get a person in trouble."
"Fine!" said Willow. "That doesn't sound too tough. Dawn - you're the only other person besides me who's unaffected by the spell. Here. Take this hose and keep everyone in line. I have to go into the house to get one of my spell books. I'll be right back."
Dawn gulped as she took the shiny green hose, with its bright yellow sprayer, from Willow's hand.
"OK, you guys," she said nervously, "don't any of you move!"
"C'mon, bit," said Spike in a low, smooth voice, "you don't mind if I just put my arm around your big sis, do ya?"
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