"The Big Date" Part VI
Thursday, 16-Nov-00 11:26:35
*So far...*
After putting The Pedigree on the Evil Persona, Strider then feels
remorse when the mask is removed from the Persona's face to reveal...
the Enduring Man-Child!
EMC then explained that since he had no love in his life,
he wanted to destroy all love at the Coffeehouse by ruining
Widget and Leviathan's date.
But soon after his identity was revealed, Kuwani, Chipper, J.A.M.,
and Jack all sensed the same thing--the Evil
Force had moved, and taken over the body of another innocent.
Aivars could only "watch" in horror as the Evil Force took over
his body, then angered the two already-peeved Lawhinies by pulling
their tails.
Evil-Aivars then stalked towards Strider, only to be stopped by
the Lawhinies, Attic Rat, and Jack the Doom Marine. With the
Ultimate Good Girl, Mrs. Jonathan Brisby, notified of the situation,
and Evil-Aivars contained for the time being, what will happen next?
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"Leviathan...just what's going on?" Widget asked as the grey mouse
sat back down, ready to eat. "What was Man-Child talking about?"
"Some Evil Force was trying to take out all of the love in the
Coffeehouse by ruining our date, and Roy Neal was it.
But I suppose that he's back to normal."
"Oh." Widget cleared her throat. "Leviathan...d-do you love me?"
"Well, I--uh, that is..." Leviathan blushed as he looked around,
as he wasn't ready to admit it just yet.
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"What the *heck* is going on here?" Strider shouted. "First Roy Neal
tries to ruin their date"--Strider pointed towards Leviathan and Widget--
"and now Aivars?!? Something weird's going on here, and I can't figure it out..."
"Let me go or you will regret it!" Evil-Aivars screamed. "I will
destroy all of you when I get up!! I swear it!!"
"Don't let him go until Brisby gets here!" Lawainee Lait said.
"She'll be able to solve this!"
Man-Child's ears perked up. 'Mrs. Brisby? Maybe...*she'll* give me my kiss!"
=====
Somewhere, in another dimension, a voice rang out.
"You've got mail!"
"Oh, who could this be from?" the timid field mouse spoke.
Then she read the message. "Oh no...this isn't good. I must
get to the Coffeehouse at once!"
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While Ryoko and Princess Aeka argued over Tenchi (much to the young
man's dismay), Kiyone, Sasami, Washuu, and Ryo-Oh-Ki sat back and
weathered the storm. Mihoshi, however, looked in Strider's direction.
"I hope he's alright," the blonde wondered aloud.
"Who are you talking about, Mihoshi?" Kiyone asked.
"Strider--the young man that was the target of the Evil Force.
He's right over there," Mihoshi answered as she pointed over to him.
'Hmm...' Ryoko was listening to Mihoshi as she argued with Aeka--not
an easy feat--and looked out of the corner of her eye at Strider.
She grinned inwardly. 'Now *him*...I could have some fun with.'
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(Oh, and from now on, would somebody *please* write some dialogue for
Leviathan and Widget? There's just not enough of them and their date
in this entire thread--I mean, this is *their* big night! And about
the Tenchi part...once again, *how* could I resist? :)
"Quote the Strider, forevermore."
Triple-S
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Again a spectator . . .
Thursday, 16-Nov-00 16:04:12
Man-Child looked with envy and rising anger at the two Lawainies,
previously planning to befriend him but now devoting all their attention
to evil-Aivars. Man-Child sighed and made up a "Brang it AWN!!!" sign
which he draped around his neck. He wasn't expecting any results.
"Hey there, big boy!"
Man-Child froze, his throat incapable of swallowing out of sheer
fear--the kind of fear that Magical Female Powers(tm) produce in the
helpless male.
"Yeah! Hey there, big boy!" another scrumptious feminine voice
called to him. Slowly turning around who should he see GAZING upon
him with feminine eyes but Palmon and Biyoman--The Digimon Babes!!!
"HominahominaHOMINA!!!" Man-Child reacted as he bounced around
like the early Daffy Duck (not that awful clumsy foil created by
Chuck Jones), "What are YOU TWO lovelies doing here???"
"Oh," said Palmon, tracing line up his nose with one of her
blades/leaves, "you know us. We can't resist a lonely, good-looking male."
Good looking??? Man-Child began to suspect that something was up.
Perhaps he was being tricked by an evil force of some kind! Surely the
REAL Palmon wouldn't think he was good looking!
"Yeah, you know us!" Biyoman said, tracing the same line with
a pink wing, "being especially and too-good-to-be-true sensitive,
we are drawn towards those who are beautiful on the inside, those
often unappreciated by those who look only at the surface."
WOW!!!
"Er, are you sure you're the real Palmon and Biyoman? I mean,
you could be illusions created by some Terrificly Evil Presence or something."
"No, it's really us," Palmon said, sounding more like the
character from the cartoon.
"Yeah, Digimon are just sensitive to those who need friendship," Biyomon added.
"Jeepers!" exclaimed Man-Child, "but which of you two shall
I--dare I say it?--'date'?"
"Couldn't you date us both????" both beauties chorused,
tempting Man-Child to think again that this whole situation was
too good to be true.
"I am afraid cultural norms, convention, and the current
political climate make such an endeavor inadvisable at the
present time," he said sadly.
"Then . . . then you must choose among us?" asked Palmon.
"Oh bleep!" said Biyomon. The unexpected expletive both shocked
Man-Child and broke his heart, but it also made his choice obvious.
"Biyomon . . . would you excuse us?" Man-Child asked, holding
hands/leaves/whatever with Palmon, the siren of the vegetable kingdom.
"Oh, WAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!" wailed Biyomon in the agony of rejection
as Man-Child shook his head with regret.
"Hey . . . Strider there would really appreciate some female
companionship," he pointed out hopefully, "just please watch your
language this time!"
"Will do!" she exclaimed, and after giving him a peck on the
cheek (literally!) she flew over to make the acquaintance of Triple-S.
Man-Child turned to the chlorophyl-tinged vision that sat beside
him, eating up every second as she GAZED upon him.
"So," he said after an uncomfortable silence, "are you vascular
or non-vascular?"
"Does it really matter?" she breathed.
"No. No, I guess it doesn't," he replied after a moment's thought.
It's just that . . . come to think of it, I believe my first crush was
on a female persimmon tree! But then, those persimmons were GOOD!"
No more had to be said.
MEANWHILE
"I--I'm here! I received your e-mail!" a strangely familiar voice--but
one never before heard in the Coffeehouse--rang out. The patrons (well,
those that weren't distracted) turned to see a slim young man wearing a
very formal looking suit and very prominent horn rim spectacles.
"It--it's the late BUDDY HOLLY!!!" Attic Rat exclaimed in disbelief.
"Mrs. Brisby was supposed to get that e-mail! What happened?"
"Apparently," said Kat, "the ISP goofed up again, and in addition
to an e-mail to the Timid Field Mouse, sent a copy to The Shy Texan!"
"It's just as well," Kuwani said to herself, "we'll probably need
the both of them before we're through!"
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
"The Enduring Man-Child"
---
Widget noticed his blushing...
...and realized how uncomfortable the question had made him.
"I'm sorry--that just came out. I didn't mean to make you feel
pressured or anything. I mean..."
"Widget," Leviathan interrupted, "It's okay. Uh, that question
just caught me off guard."
Now it was Widget's turn to blush.
"That was rather forward of me wasn't it? Afterall, we haven't
know each other for very long." Widget then giggled.
Her mind raced, searching for a different topic. "Uh, I heard that
you've invented some interesting crimefighting equipment..."
Kat
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Leviathan got quiet for a moment, then:
"I think there's a good chance I could love you, but right
now all I know is that you are wonderful."
"Yeah, right." She wasn't convinced, though she was smiling.
Leviathan decided to stay out of the deep end for a while longer,
and continued in a lighter tone:
"I'd try listing your good points, but I'd have to set up
my computer to run "listres" under linux."
She tilted her head to one side as if to see the meaning
of his odd statement more clearly, then gave up and asked, "listres"??
He shrugged, grinning, "Lists resources in widgets."
She put her head down on her folded arms on the table, groaning.
"Puns. Why did it have to be puns?"
The Evil Presence jumped right out of Aivars in joy, hissing
"Yesssss!!!" In triumph. Obviously Leviathan had made a terrible
misstep, and would be left heartbroken!
Widget looked up with a slightly skewed grin, winked at
Leviathan and said, "At least your XtSetSensitive utility is
working properly."
He stared for a moment, thinking, then blurted," Set and
check a widget's sensitivity state!"
They put their heads together again and began a soft
conversation that had nothing to do with computers at all, and
which left the Evil Presence in a somewhat piqued state.
Aivars availed himself of his new-found freedom to say "Ow!"
One of the Lawhinies was still twisting his ear.
Karl
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Stuck on the floor...
Friday, 17-Nov-00 09:51:58
"Mind You stopping to do that?" Aivars gasped, face down
int eh floor, while two Lavainies were on his shoulders. He
wasnt sure, was it Lait or other one, but their hold on his
ear was quite painful.
"You have some objections?" one of them purred.
"After you so rudely pulled on our tails?" other added.
"We think not!" they chorused in sweet voices.
--
TEP was thinking on what to do next. He has got lucky,
taking over two writers in short moment, however both appeared
more that unfit for his purposes.
It was said, that all good things come in threes. TEP didnt
believe it, but why not try? Now, whom to choose? The Jaguar?
Naah... that one had some sixt sense on the danger... The cat-woman?
TEP remembered her angry onslayght on his first victim and decided
not the tempt the fate.
his eyes slowly settled back on the one of main reason for
all his struggle. The Strider guy.
But could he get into him as easily as into those two?
Their defences were weakened before with the sad things
happening in their life. Hmm, there was an idea...
Aivars
---
"The TEP shifted again," whispered the Jaguar.
"Kuwani, Chipper, can either of you identify it?"
(The J.A.M.)
---
"Not I" said the Tari
"It shifted too fast. Think it's going for another victim?"
The jaguar nodded.
Kat
---
Someone took pity
Alex decided that he better help his writer, the more
becayse TEP seemingly had left his mind.
"Lavainee, please stop it," he whispered to his partner.
"You really want him to write your death like he had done in the
draft version?"
"That heroic crap of me sacrifying myself?" Lavainee Lait
in response twisted Aivars' ear even more. "I think i aready
burned the draft!"
"You did," Alex nodded. "you even got a virus into his computer,
that ate up all he had written. The problem is, what he will write
in place of it, giving..." and Alex meaningly looked at her busy hands.
"How about we return the the plan A?" Lavainee Lait turned to her double.
"Sounds fine to me," other agreed.
They climbed off Aivar's back, and turned attention to the
Manchild standing nearby, still recovering from TEP's takeover.
"Do we wait for ms Brisby, or do we start right now?"
"I'd say, lets start right now!"
And duo went over to Manchild.
--
Aivars accepted Alex's hand helping him rise.
"Thanks," he said. "Thanks to you too, AtticRat and Jack," he turned
to the two that had stopped his rampage.
"No problem," Jack eyed him carefuly, still not at ease.
"I understand. Mind you, i heard all, TEP was saying and you were saying."
"HEy, didnt happen him saying about his next plans?" AtticRat winked to aivars.
"Afraid, no. he just said, it would be a surprise. And he looked...
sounded... wery smug."
"Too bad," AtticRad sighted. "It could made our lifes much easier."
"I only felt, that he had something planed for Strider and Kat..." Aivars said slowly.
They all turned anl looked ath the two mentioned, trying to catch any
signs of TEP's evildoings...
Aivars
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**Interlude**
---
Wescott returns to his favourite coffee house...(Warning! I'm going off on a limb here...)
Wescott re-entered his beloved coffeehouse after his long repast
back on Earth. As he strolled past the double doors, he found his old
friends there, but...there were some new faces he had never seen before.
For one, Tenchi and his gaggle were cautiously sipping Miso soup by the
sushi bar. Their hair shined in the colours of the rainbow, Wescott
thought. Suddenly, he was whistled at. He turned his head and saw Tammy,
sitting there with Claw and Chip. He smiled widely. Next to them,
he saw Claudia, Tammy's friend, and Gemma, who was slurping loudly on a grande
mocha latte. She just about spit out her coffee as Wescott strolled in.
"Where the heck have you been, squirrel boy?!" She angrily spouted.
"Sorry, Gemma." Wescott smiled. "Eddie's been keeping me in hibernation.
I just wasn't used to it. That's why I need COFFEEEE!!!!
"Mez want coffee tew, daddy!!" Claw whimpered.
"Sorry. I couldn't let him go for the bean, Wes. You know what
happens to Claw when he gets his coffee...especially your Kenya AA..."
Wescott nodded. He knew the horrors of a hyper cubbie...
Wescott whistled for the barista. From out of the kitchen door,
an most rediculous sight appeared. Chip N Death approached them,
with a pink t-shirt and apron with a badge on it. "Ranger Coffeehouse,
official barista." Gemma and Claudia both giggled. Wescott tried his
hardest to supress his own laughter. "SHUT UP!" Chip N Death bellowed
in his bass rat voice. "Whadda want, and make it quick. I'm growing
impatient." He snapped.
"I'll have a double..*snicker* cappuchino..hee hee..."
Wescott sputtered. "Fine, but we'll see who's laughing by the end
of the day, bushy-tail..." Chip N Death was muttering low curses
all the way back through the door.
"Who in the world put poor C/D into that get up, I wonder?"
Wescott said. Suddenly, from over by the stage, Elizabeth (Binky),
Tammy's little sister, approached their table. She was a little
older now, about 16, and her blond hair flowed over her head in
great waves. "Hi, Wes. I was wondering where you had gotten off to..."
On her shirt was another badge "Ranger Coffeehouse, Official Barista outfitter"
"So that's it, ne?" Wescott said. "You must have some courage
to dress C/D in a pink shirt and apron." He smiled.
"It just takes time, effort, and money, that's all" Elizabeth
smirked. "More like 250,000 Jurai a year, Bink." Tammy chided.
Suddenly the loud speakers announced something. "Attention,
attention, the annual Ranger Coffeehouse Kart Races will be
beginning shortly! All participants must report to the Crab Nebula
portal immediately for registry and a kart number! This years grand
prize, 29 million Jurai!" It was Foxglove, unmistakable.
"That's an awful lot of Jurai, Tammy." Wescott said.
"It sure is. Wanna watch?" Tammy replied.
"No...I wanna enter!"
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!
-Eddie
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"A kart race?"
The TEP pondered this for a few moments...
I don't know what a "kart race" might be, but any race will
involve gambling and betting, and any betting will involve
corruption, and any corruption should by all means involve ME!
He followed the conversation closely, for who knew what
wonderfully evil things a TEP might might find?
Karl
---
"Did you hear that, Shake'a?"...
...a cetain insipid islander asked her boyfriend.
"Uh, yeah. So what?" he replied.
"That's a big prize for a race." said Lawhiney, who was already
deciding to enter the race.
"Yeah, but we don't have a kart. Uh, what kinda karts do they
race in the Crab Nebula, anyway?"
"Let's find out, sweetie." Lawhiney said with a sly grin.
Kat
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A little tangent...
Saturday, 25-Nov-00 16:13:31
The two Lawhinies took advantage of the confusion to begin their
plans: First, a trip to the women's restroom...
"Ok, our colors match, so my makeup should work for you and
yours for me. Let's pool our resources."
(It's not known by many, but women's makeup has been developed
over thousands of years for one purpose and one only: To do to a
woman's features what a highlighter does to words on a page.
Open any book and highlight a word,then underline it, then circle it.
Now close the book and open it again... Your eye jumps to that word,
ignoring all of the other words on the page. This is why women wear
makeup, in the writer's opinion.)
"First, what tricks do you know about making eyes look bigger?"
(Makeup can make a face lie. When a woman is interested in a man,
her eyes widen. She might blush. When a man sees this in a woman's face,
something in his mind says, "Hey, look! I think she likes you!"
She can simulate the effect,provoking the man's response, with makeup.)
"Wow, that's a good trick!"
Both Lawhinies learned from each other, both being masters of deceit.
When finished, they both looked reasonably "natural", yet even with no
real expression on either face, both appeared to be flushed with sudden passion.
One looked into the mirror and practiced her most provocative,
sultry, expression. The other, suddenly entranced by the overpowering,
amplified come-hither look, blushed deeply and stared back.
They turned toward each other, their eyes closed... The spell was broken.
"Ack!" One said, "don't DO that!"
"I didn't think you were that kind of girl."
"I'm not!"
"Then why..?"
"You know how the sun compares to a candle?"
"Uhm.. What?"
"That's how we compare to normal MFP's right now."
"This could be dangerous."
Looking sideways, "Ya don't say."
They re-entered the coffeehouse main room, carefully avoiding any
expression. The Red Sea parting before Moses could be compared to their
effect on the crowd, as men realized the danger and stepped back, or
were pulled back by their significant others.
They approached the Enduring Man-Child, who looked startled, but happy.
They nodded to each other, and then GAZED, with all of the passionate
adoration they could fabricate, directly into the writer's face.
"Guh" He said, and fell over.
"You think we've got him?"
"Probably, but let's make sure. Step 2!"
Each hugged the writer, one on the left and the other on the right,
and close enough that he could feel their breath on hisface, GAZED again.
"I think that did it."
"His next fanfiction will include us, you think?"
"It's likely."
"Good!"
Anonimouse
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"Guh" He said, and fell over.
Saturday, 25-Nov-00 19:56:52
"To h*ck with everything else! What exactly is a 'buddy chat,' anyhow?"
the ecstatic Man-Child said within himself.
And on the spot, he not only wrote a fan fic featuring the two femmes,
but he made them the heroes and had them conquer the world as well.
"The Blissfully Happy Man-Child"
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