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The scene: Amethysta's multiple personalities are at it again!
This time she's convinced she's Queen Parrotlet of the Tree People
(and not many will argue the point with a 2000' dragoness :).
So, first Ebony posts:
Ebony looks over 'Thysta, aka Queen Parrotlet of the Tree People,
and shakes his head. "Doubleplusungood, to say the least," he comments.
"I'll investigate." Ebony shrinks, down, down, down, to less than
fly-size, smaller than gnat-size, but not as small as a complex
molecule. He flies up to the side of 'Thysta's head, and enters her
ear. Threading his way past ear wax and pausing momentarily to let loose
a rimfire on the eardrum, he makes his way towards the audial nerve.
From the ear, he follows the audial nerve to the brain. A
Dragon's brain is a very different place than any human brain. Ebony
finds himself floating in a very iconographic medium, much like
cyberspace. Numerous icons float about, representing thoughts,
personalities and other thought processes.
"How very Gibsonian," comments Ebony.
"How very Gibsonian, Gibsonian, Gibsonian..." replies the echo.
"Hello?"
"Hello, hello, hello...."
"Testing?"
"Testing, testing, testing...."
"Pinch hitting for the Cleveland Indians...."
"Cleveland Indians, Indians, Indians...."
"Manny...."
"Manny, manny, manny...."
"Moto."
"Moto, moto, moto...."
Chuckling to himself, Ebony digs into his satchel and pulls out a
book entitled, "Microsurgery the Asimov way: A Fantastic Voyage." He
thumbs through to a dog-eared page and reads aloud to himself. "Once you
find yourself in the main thought nexus, make your way to the personality
control subcenter. It generally appears as an icon of a form of transit
matrix, such as a Port Authority, or bus terminal. Warning: while in the
thought nexus, do not shout loudly. It can disturb the patient, and
create thoughtquakes." Ebony looks up. "Oh dear."
To which Amethysta... or Queen Parrotlet... um, whoever... replied:
> Ebony looks over 'Thysta, aka Queen Parrotlet of the Tree People,
> and shakes his head. "Doubleplusungood, to say the least," he comments.
> "I'll investigate." Ebony shrinks, down, down, down, to less than
> fly-size, smaller than gnat-size, but not as small as a complex
> molecule. He flies up to the side of 'Thysta's head, and enters her
> ear. Threading his way past ear wax and pausing momentarily to let loose
> a rimfire on the eardrum, he makes his way towards the audial nerve.
Oy.... Queen Parrotlet winces as she suddenly, for no explainable
reason, develops a strange ear-ache.... Anyone got a Q-Tip?
> From the ear, he follows the audial nerve to the brain. A
> Dragon's brain is a very different place than any human brain. Ebony
> finds himself floating in a very iconographic medium, much like
> cyberspace. Numerous icons float about, representing thoughts,
> personalities and other thought processes.
> "How very Gibsonian," comments Ebony.
> "How very Gibsonian, Gibsonian, Gibsonian..." replies the echo.
> "Hello?"
> "Hello, hello, hello...."
> "Testing?"
> "Testing, testing, testing...."
> "Pinch hitting for the Cleveland Indians...."
> "Cleveland Indians, Indians, Indians...."
> "Manny...."
> "Manny, manny, manny...."
> "Moto."
> "Moto, moto, moto...."
“Ack! I have a headache THIS BIG.... And it's screaming! Not for
Excederin, though... something about the Cleveland Indians....”
Chuckling to himself, Ebony digs into his satchel and pulls out a
> book entitled, "Microsurgery the Asimov way: A Fantastic Voyage." He
> thumbs through to a dog-eared page and reads aloud to himself. "Once you
> find yourself in the main thought nexus, make your way to the personality
> control subcenter. It generally appears as an icon of a form of transit
> matrix, such as a Port Authority, or bus terminal. Warning: while in the
> thought nexus, do not shout loudly. It can disturb the patient, and
> create thoughtquakes." Ebony looks up. "Oh dear."
Queen Parrotlet's eyes cross, and uncross, and she has this irresistible
urge to sofa with a bench, whatever that means.... She decides to get
some Tylenol and find a way back to her nice, safe tree, where nothing
like this ever occurred.... Hopefully, she can forget this idea to bangle
on the Grotesque Gribbling Grouse as the flute flowers with the hen, and
regain her normal composure!
Ebony:
Inside 'Thysta's mind, Ebony hears a rumbling. He has just
enough time to get out an, "Oh, Bloody Hell," before the thoughtquake
hits. In an instant the thought nexus erupts in noise as the disjointed
and jumbled thought processes fly about, smacking into each other and
causing all sorts of chaos. Ebony is tossed about, like... well, like a
Dragon caught in a thoughtquake.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!!! G-g-g-great-t-t-t M-m-m-mother of
M-m-m-monsters, but this is a b-b-b-big one! 'Th-th-thysta must have an
extremely ac-c-c-ctive imagination-on-on! I must stabilize the nexus.
Mister Verdigris!" Verdigris, wearing a red velour sweater with a
strange emblem on the front, appears. "Beeeeeeelaaaaaay that
phaaaaasssserrr orrrrrderrrrr. Phooootoooon torpeeeedoesss--no, that's
not it. Mister Verdigris, activate dada cloaking field."
Verdigris clanks once, and unfurls his umbrella. It begins
rotating slowly, and the Animaniacs theme can be heard. Ebony nods in
approval, and climbs aboard. Thus, disguised as a completely harmless
thought about cartoons, Ebony makes his way to the personality center.
The personality center is a jumbled mess. Personalities are
strewn everywhere, sprawled over the landscape. Ebony hops down and
examines the personality control unit. Shaking his head, he says, "No
good. Total loss. Needs a reboot." He starts rummaging through his
satchel.
Suddenly, the entire mind is rocked by physical impact! Ebony
rolls across the personality center and trips over Mongo the Wonder
Poodle (a small and little known personality that represents 'Thysta's
inner dogness). Mongo yips once, but does not stir from his comatose
state. Ebony rolls wildly and slams into the wall. "Ooog! What was that?"
*Clank!* Verdigris gestures wildly with its forelegs.
"Um, one word? Is it animal, vegetable or mineral? Animal?
Um...a ring-tailed lemur? No?" Verdigris starts making swimming motions.
"A water animal? A fish?" Verdigris jumps up and down, confirming. "So
it was a fishquake? Well let's see what the damage is."
Ebony reexamines the personality control unit. "Shaken, but not
stirred. We've got to get Queen Parrotlet out of there and get 'Thysta
back in control. This calls for desperate measures! Hand me the Cheez
Whiz!"
Verdigris hands Ebony a jar of orange processed cheese spread,
which he slathers over the leads of the personality control unit.
"Cables!" he shouts, and Verdigris hand him the live ends of a set of
jumper cables, which are hooked to the battery from a Boeing 727. Ebony
strikes the ends together once, creating a spark the size of a VW
Beetle. "Ready? Here we go!" Ebony thrusts the live cables against the
Cheez Whiz. There is a horrendously loud "PHOOOOOOMPH!", a flash of
incandescence, a cloud of blue smoke, and a smell like three billion
grilled cheese sandwiches expiring suddenly. Ebony is thrown back
against the wall. Slowly he creeps forward, curious as to if his
desperate (and, some might say, insane) plan worked.
Amethysta/Queen Parrotlet:
> Inside 'Thysta's mind, Ebony hears a rumbling. He has just
> enough time to get out an, "Oh, Bloody Hell," before the thoughtquake
> hits. In an instant the thought nexus erupts in noise as the disjointed
> and jumbled thought processes fly about, smacking into each other and
> causing all sorts of chaos. Ebony is tossed about, like... well, like a
> Dragon caught in a thoughtquake.
Queen Parrotlet of the Tree People was reaching for a bottle of
Tylenol in her medicine cabinet when the headache struck again.
Oddly, this time, it wasn't so bad, because she found that she was
actually happier when everything was chaos, for some reason....
“Hmm. How disturbing. I wonder if there are any dragon P-sychiatrists
about? I really should get my head checked....”
> "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!!! G-g-g-great-t-t-t M-m-m-mother of
> M-m-m-monsters, but this is a b-b-b-big one! 'Th-th-thysta must have an
> extremely ac-c-c-ctive imagination-on-on! I must stabilize the nexus.
> Mister Verdigris!" Verdigris, wearing a red velour sweater with a
> strange emblem on the front, appears. "Beeeeeeelaaaaaay that
> phaaaaasssserrr orrrrrderrrrr. Phooootoooon torpeeeedoesss--no, that's
> not it. Mister Verdigris, activate dada cloaking field."
> Verdigris clanks once, and unfurls his umbrella. It begins
> rotating slowly, and the Animaniacs theme can be heard. Ebony nods in
> approval, and climbs aboard. Thus, disguised as a completely harmless
> thought about cartoons, Ebony makes his way to the personality center.
The Queen of the Tree People is relieved as her headache goes away
(for now, she suspects) and for some reason, she feels this urge to think
about "King Yakko," her favorite Animaniacs episode... she hums the
Anvilania theme to herself--fortunately, there are none nearby to hear.
> The personality center is a jumbled mess. Personalities are
> strewn everywhere, sprawled over the landscape. Ebony hops down and
> examines the personality control unit. Shaking his head, he says, "No
> good. Total loss. Needs a reboot." He starts rummaging through his
> satchel.
Deep within Ameth's mind dozens of personalities stop doing what
personas do when they're not in control and just watch. Danri Miyren-
Dragonskeeper, who knows something about computers, suggests
that maybe he's a repair man. Mandarin the Barney-Slayer, who doesn't
trust cartoons, thinks that he's an ally of the Evil Purple Pedophile.
Kaylindra Valandrion suggests that they shut up and see what he
does--and if something goes wrong, of course, maybe they'll get to
decapitate him, which she hasn't had a chance to do since that
hobgoblin's head she cut off bounced down the mountain.
> Suddenly, the entire mind is rocked by physical impact! Ebony
> rolls across the personality center and trips over Mongo the Wonder
> Poodle (a small and little known personality that represents 'Thysta's
> inner dogness). Mongo yips once, but does not stir from his comatose
> state. Ebony rolls wildly and slams into the wall. "Ooog! What was that?"
> *Clank!* Verdigris gestures wildly with its forelegs.
> "Um, one word? Is it animal, vegetable or mineral? Animal?
> Um... a ring-tailed lemur? No?" Verdigris starts making swimming motions.
> "A water animal? A fish?" Verdigris jumps up and down, confirming. "So
> it was a fishquake? Well let's see what the damage is."
Outside in the not-quite-so-interesting (or bizarre) world, Queen Parrotlet
has discovered 125 pounds of trout in her refrigerator. Cackling insanely,
she takes one of them by the tail and thwaps everything she sees with it.
Just why she is doing this, she doesn't know, and doesn't particularly care--
it's too much fun to ask why!
> Ebony reexamines the personality control unit. "Shaken, but not
> stirred. We've got to get Queen Parrotlet out of there and get 'Thysta
> back in control. This calls for desperate measures! Hand me the Cheez
> Whiz!"
> Verdigris hands Ebony a jar of orange processed cheese spread,
> which he slathers over the leads of the personality control unit.
> "Cables!" he shouts, and Verdigris hand him the live ends of a set of
> jumper cables, which are hooked to the battery from a Boeing 727. Ebony
> strikes the ends together once, creating a spark the size of a VW
> Beetle. "Ready? Here we go!" Ebony thrusts the live cables against the
> Cheez Whiz. There is a horrendously loud "PHOOOOOOMPH!", a flash of
> incandescence, a cloud of blue smoke, and a smell like three billion
> grilled cheese sandwiches expiring suddenly. Ebony is thrown back
> against the wall. Slowly he creeps forward, curious as to if his
> desperate (and, some might say, insane) plan worked.
Queen Parrotlet drops her trout and sits on the floor, an utterly glazed
and senseless look in her eyes... because her mind has become
nothing but cheese; she doesn't have any personality now. The dragon
just sits on the floor, humming an inane tune....
And deep within the control center, dozens of cheese-covered
personas glance at the personality control center, then at each
other... and start to fight for who gets to control Thysta next! Ameth,
of course, is locked in a closet somewhere, which she fell into after
she hit her head. "Just my luck," she mutters. "All these mental
closets are self-locking...."
And Queen Parrotlet meanders into the middle of the melee.
"Okay, enough is enough--where is my tree???? I've got to get
back to my tree, before I go berserk! You won't believe what it's
like out there! Trout! Hundreds and hundreds of trout! I'm going
to go lie down now...."
Ebony:
Ebony looks about. "Oh good, she's loose." He hands Queen
Parrotlet a few Extra-Strength Excederin, and proceeds to examine the
personality control unit. "Hmmm, better get this Cheez Whiz up before it
gums up the works. Verdigris! Hand me the Windex!"
Verdigris clanks and hands Ebony a bottle of blue liquid. After
taking a brief swallow, to make sure it's not his bottle of Hawaiian Blue
Nehi, he goes to work. Fortunately, Windex and a little elbow grease
works well on Cheez Whiz, and soon the control unit, the personality
center, and the personalities are clean. Ebony opens a window to let the
ammonia fumes out, and warns against smoking or open flame while the room
still smells of Windex.
Having cleaned up, he goes about the business of finding
'Thysta. However, there are so many personalities, it seems that he will
be forever in finding her. Leaving Verdigris to guard the control unit
from further hostile takeovers by the other personalities, he goes
wandering through 'Thysta's mind. He stops briefly in the memories to
browse through some of her recent ones, and decides it would be rude to
delve deeper. Turning, he trips and falls flat on his face. Hearing a
"Yip!" of pain, he looks down and sees Mongo the Wonder Poodle, who is
looking rather perturbed at being stepped on by a nine foot long Ebon
Dragon.
Ebony offers a chocolate-covered liver snack as an apology and
Mongo accepts, tail wagging. Petting Mongo, Ebony suddenly gets an
idea. He reaches into his satchel, and pulls out a rather large, and
somewhat well-used trout. He holds it out to Mongo, saying, "Sniff it,
Mongo. Get the scent. Find 'Thysta, Mongo." Mongo sniffs at the fish,
barks once, and bounds off.
Ebony follows, and soon they are tromping through the Dream
Dispatch, cutting through the Id (Ebony briefly stops to wave at the
Krell), and hopping over the Stream of Consciousness. Mongo stops in a
large hallway filled with doors, barks furiously at Ebony, and then
promptly curls up and goes to sleep. Ebony eyes the doors with some
trepidation. "Lotta closets," he murmurs, "I wonder how many have
skeletons in them?"
Amethy... Queen Parr... uh... that 2000' dragoness over there:
> Ebony looks about. "Oh good, she's loose." He hands Queen
> Parrotlet a few Extra-Strength Excederin, and proceeds to examine the
> personality control unit. "Hmmm, better get this Cheez Whiz up before it
> gums up the works. Verdigris! Hand me the Windex!"
Queen Parrotlet accepts the Excederin gratefully and goes off to a
dark, slightly more peaceful recess of Ameth's bizarre and twisted mind,
to have some rest before she deals with the Tree People again.
> Verdigris clanks and hands Ebony a bottle of blue liquid. After
> taking a brief swallow, to make sure it's not his bottle of Hawaiian Blue
> Nehi, he goes to work. Fortunately, Windex and a little elbow grease
> works well on Cheez Whiz, and soon the control unit, the personality
> center, and the personalities are clean. Ebony opens a window to let the
> ammonia fumes out, and warns against smoking or open flame while the room
> still smells of Windex.
Almost all of the personas look shocked. "Smoke? Us? Never! Aside
from the fact that most of us are too young, or come from worlds without
cigarettes, we just don't want to."
A couple of dragons in the background look a little guilty, though--as
do a few personalities who have been munching on Happy Fun Balls .
> Having cleaned up, he goes about the business of finding
> 'Thysta. However, there are so many personalities, it seems that he will
> be forever in finding her. Leaving Verdigris to guard the control unit
> from further hostile takeovers by the other personalities, he goes
> wandering through 'Thysta's mind. He stops briefly in the memories to
> browse through some of her recent ones, and decides it would be rude to
> delve deeper. Turning, he trips and falls flat on his face. Hearing a
> "yip!" of pain, he looks down and sees Mongo the Wonder Poodle, who is
> looking rather perturbed at being stepped on by a nine foot long Ebon
> Dragon.
> Ebony offers a chocolate-covered liver snack as an apology and
> Mongo accepts, tail wagging. Petting Mongo, Ebony suddenly gets an
> idea. He reaches into his satchel, and pulls out a rather large, and
> somewhat well-used trout. He holds it out to Mongo, saying, "Sniff it,
> Mongo. Get the scent. Find 'Thysta, Mongo." Mongo sniffs at the fish,
> barks once, and bounds off.
> Ebony follows, and soon they are tromping through the Dream
> Dispatch, cutting through the Id (Ebony briefly stops to wave at the
> Krell), and hopping over the Stream of Consciousness. Mongo stops in a
> large hallway filled with doors, barks furiously at Ebony, and then
> promptly curls up and goes to sleep. Ebony eyes the doors with some
> trepidation. "Lotta closets," he murmurs, "I wonder how many have
> skeletons in them?"
Thysta, of course, hidden somewhere that even she doesn't quite
recognize, can hear everything. “Mongo the Wonder Poodle? Where'd
he come from? A cat, I could understand, but... oh, well.” Ameth conjures
a nightmare from her deep subconscious and skeletonizes it quickly.
“Well,” she says, licking blood from her fangs and piling the bones in a
corner, “there's one more skeleton in the closet!”
Ameth hears her other personalities bickering. “Listen to them!
Nothing but "I want to be a dragon!" "No, me!" "You already got
your turn!" and "Where's my tree?" None of them could care less
that I'm stuck somewhere. Hmph. Well, when I get out of here, I'm
going to give them the trouting of their lives!”
Ebony:
"Hmmmm," Ebony mutters, as he turns about the room. The din of
the arguing personalities can be heard all the way to the Closet Hall.
Faintly, he can hear the clanking of Verdigris, trying to keep everything
in order. "He's such a good golem," says Ebony, smiling. "Always trying
to keep things peaceful."
Ebony pulls out his handbook on Asimovian Brain exploration again
and consults it. "Beware the Closet Hall (as opposed to the Hall
Closet), for that is where nightmares and neuroses hide. Do not open too
many of the doors, lest ye set them free and drive your patient beyond
the brink of sanity and into the Realms of Madness!!" There is a flash
of lightning, a roll of thunder, and an organ pipes out a spooky tune
from somewhere. Ebony glances around, but can see no indication of where
it came from.
He shrugs, and goes back to the book. "Where was I? Oh yes, the
Realms of Madness." FLASH!!! BOOM!!! The organ pipes again. Ebony
looks around, a little annoyed at the atmosphere. "Well, 'Thysta's
already said she was crazy, so maybe it's all right to open the doors."
Ebony thumbs through the book, looking for the index.
"Hmmm, lessee, Madness...."
FLASH! BOOM!
"Madness?"
FLASH! BOOM!
"Cut that out! Stop making with the atmosphere every time I say,
"madness!""
FLASH? BOOM?
"No! Now stop."
The lightning and thunder stop. Ebony flips to the index and
finds the entry on madness, then turns to the page indicated. He reads
aloud, "If the patient is already off his or her nut, then they have not
only been driven into the Realms of Madness...." the thunder starts, but
with a glare, Ebony cuts it off. He continues, "...but have also put a
down payment on a condo there. Ergo, the Closet Hall is safe, for the
most part. The Hall Closet, however, should be avoided at all costs.
See page 15: "Material Manifestations of Madness. (Flash, boom.) Stop it!"
Ebony closes the book and puts it away. He surveys the large
number of closets. "How to open them all?" Ebony rummages and pulls
forth a garage door opener. With a push of the button, about half the
doors pop open. Numerous skeletons, neuroses and other critters stumble
out. Many retreat back into the relative safety of their walled-off
shelters, 'Thysta's mind being too weird for them. Ebony calls out,
"'Thysta?" but gets no response. He clicks the button again, and the
doors shut.
Pulling forth a ring of skeleton keys, he puts the skeletons to
work opening and checking doors. They find a few lost memories, and a
couple of forgotten truths, but no 'Thysta. Ebony does a quick
inventory, and realizes that one door is left. "Gee," he says,
sarcastically, "could this be the one?"
Examining the door, he sees that it has a rather complex lock.
"Hmmm, a number seven brickleback should do it," he says, pulling out a set of
lockpicks. "Or would that be a number 17 hackensack? Or a number four
razorback? Or a number 12 fullback? Or maybe a defensive lineman!" He
reaches into his satchel and pulls out Nate Newton, of the Dallas
Cowboys. Nate looks a bit confused, but, seeing Ebony, isn't alarmed.
"Got a problem, Eb?" he asks.
"Need a door opened, Nate," says Ebony, indicating the door
in question.
Nate examines the door cautiously, and then, with the judicious
application of his right foot, kicks it open. "Thanks, Nate," says
Ebony. "I owe you one." He sends Nate back to the real world, and then
turns to examine the closet that has just been opened.
Amethysta (I think... yes, I'm pretty sure... kind of....):
Inside the closet is the skeleton of a nightmare, some traces of blood,
and a note that reads: To whomever finds this, thankyouthankyouthank
you--but I left. When all that @#$% atmosphere started, I noticed this
sudden influx of nightmares, and the door to this room loosened a bit,
so I'm off to do some hunting. I'll return very shortly, because I do need
a few nightmares left to be properly chaotic. Besides, I want to be back
in control for my mating ceremony this Thursday.
Sorry about this, and I'm sorry about all the chaos around here--
clerics of Chaosa have that problem, if you could call it that (I call
it fun :). Help yourself to some chocolate; there's plenty, although
some of it has an attitude. Don't ever go to the Hall Closet--you
DON'T want to know what's there. Wind to thy wings, until I
return. This message will self-destruct in five seconds.
Ebony:
> Inside the closet is the skeleton of a nightmare, some traces of blood,
> and a note that reads: To whomever finds this, thankyouthankyouthank
> you--but I left. When all that @#$% atmosphere started, I noticed this
> sudden influx of nightmares, and the door to this room loosened a bit,
> so I'm off to do some hunting. I'll return very shortly, because I do need
> a few nightmares left to be properly chaotic. Besides, I want to be back
> in control for my mating ceremony this Thursday.
"Bloody Hell! All that work for nothing!"
> Sorry about this, and I'm sorry about all the chaos around here--
> clerics of Chaosa have that problem, if you could call it that (I call
> it fun :). Help yourself to some chocolate; there's plenty, although
> some of it has an attitude. Don't ever go to the Hall Closet--you
> DON'T want to know what's there. Wind to thy wings, until I
> return. This message will self-destruct in five seconds.
"Chocolate? Well, maybe not for nothing." Ebony grabs the
chocolate and starts munching. He scans down to the bottom of the
letter, and notices the part about self-destruct. Carefully, he places
the note on the ground, turns around and flees for his life.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--"
The rest of the Dragons of the Dominance are startled to see a
small puff of smoke come out of 'Thysta's ears and hear a high-pitched
screaming as Ebony is thrown out the ear, expands to normal size, slams
into the wall and is hit by a flying candy dish. Ebony stands up, helps
Verdigris to its feet, and says, "Congratulations, Mr. Robinson, it's a
tuna." With a *FWUMP* he falls onto Verdigris, who, looking rather
unsteady himself, proceeds to carry his master off to get some rest.
Amethysta:
Ameth, meanwhile, has slain a few nightmares and feasted, so is
ready to get back to Reality now. “Hmmm... now WHERE is that
control panel?” She meanders around in her head, waving to Queen
Parrotlet, who is sitting in a tree telling the Tree People something
about thousands of trout. She passes some floating clocks and a
human head running around on its tongue, and keeps trying to orient
on the personality control. “Perhaps those screams are coming from
there? No, no--that's the Slime Mold Sector. Hmmm.”
In the control room, the personas, who were knocked off their
feet but were otherwise fine, are fighting viciously. Kaylindra has
the controls right now, and she grins dryly as she tries to figure out
how to work them. “Let me see... what does this one do?” Ameth's
outer self picks up a trout and thwaps herself over the head with
it. “Havens, what good is that?” She beats off her opponents, but
eventually Mandarin reaches the panel.
Mandarin laughs. “It's MINE now! And I have a Purple
Pervertosaur to kill!” Danri, seeing this, points out that the Evil
Purple is right down the hall. “Huh? Where?” As Mandarin
stalks the Purple Demon, Danri takes control.
From the outside, this all looks very strange--Ameth appears
to be talking to herself and doing odd things, while the colors
of her eyes keep switching along with the personalities.
Amethysta can hear the fighting. “You know, instead of
trouting them all, maybe I'll thank them for leading me back...
nah.” She goes into Racedragon Mode and dives into the
control room. “Get outta here, you nuts! This is mine, all
mine! Go back to your own worlds!” She picks up all the
personas and tosses them into some closets. “Serves you
all right. Hmph.”
Ameth stretches, and seems to wake up. “Ouch! Gods,
what a headache! What happened while I was gone???”
She notes that there appears to have been an explosion,
and watches wreathes of smoke rise from her head. “Kewl.
Somebody must've found my note.” Thysta goes over to
the fridge, gets herself a can of Dew and some nightmare
pizza, and turns on her Quest of the Dream Warrior tape.
“Ahh! There's no place like home!"
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