THE 1920's

A side plot where the Boys and a few RPG chars. were thrown into the 1920's....Dragnet this ain't...
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Plot 1--

 Lookin' fer a mob boss who calls himself "Dark Kat"...  Hear he's big...
 (( And, fat... They have a song about him - "Deep and Wide"...))
 ((ROFL!!!!!!!!))
 ((::Dies.:: OHHH man that was a fat-- er, phat joke...))

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 ::casually takes another sip of her drink::
 

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 ((::snickers, imagines Max and Nina in that final scene from "Casablanca"))
 ((::When the plane is about to take off::))
 ((:::returns to die!::))
 (( ::Starts to take off, then splutters aprts, barfs up engine fluids...::  CUT!))
 ((ROFL!!))
 ((  I didn't touch it!))

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 ::is back at his apartment/office enjoying another sleepless night::
 

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 ::the shadow person fishes eating their hot dog and leaves::
 ::finishes even::
 ((::dies!:: For a minute I thought she was fishing a hotdog outta somewheres!))
 (( ::are the rarest in their kind::))

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 ::smirks:: Voice could break a glass in three seconds flat...
 Oh...  
 ((::chuckles::   ::sings beautifully::    ::hears a squalling alleykat::))
 (( ::starts to turn in his grave:: Maaaaa-x!!! ::smacks hand against his head::))
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 ::sticks a leg out:: You had plenty money in 1922...
 ::audience wolf whistle::
 ::blinkblink::
 (( JESSICA!!!!!!! ::Flies into Kitty's arms, then pauses:: Yer not my Jessica!!!))
 ::rolls her eyes::
 ((ROFL!))
 ( Nor would I wanna be.  Beat it before I cook me a Roger Rabbit meal I learned to cook on Dinner and a Movie.))
 (( ::Flees::))

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 ::gives her the look::
 (( ::jaw drops::    ::reaches over and shoves it up:: You're drooling on yourself...  ::dryly::))

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 ((Hmm... what mischief can I put Kitty in now?))
 ((  ::seeking mischief, gets inna katfight wit' Nina...::))
 ((::dies!!!!!::))

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 Nah, only when punks like him want to cause trouble.
 ((  I loves a good fight, I does!)

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 ((LOL!))
 
 
 ((::snickers::   ::at twenty lost all skill there:: ::killed three cows during the course of the war::))
 ((::dies!!!!::))
 ::blows the bang out of her face::
 (( ::and managed to nail a couple crows in the cornfields and blew a scarecrow to bits::))
 ((ROFL!))
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 ::to Jake, gives him the "I need to talk to you" look::
 Don't get yourself shot then.  ::winks to her::
 ::nods to Trina::
 ::grins:: I'll keep my tommy loaded.  Later, hotshot.  ::leaves::
 (( Wow!  Women all around me!  ::nods, winks, blushes::))
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 ::is looking at him with a raised brow:: Flirtin'?
 ((  ::wobbles between shyness and attempts at flirting::))
 ::gives her a mean look::  Flirting?!  On the job?
 ::heard that, turns back and kinda blows a kiss::
 ::raises both brows:: 'Hotshot?'
 ::bluuuushes::

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 Oh, stop.  I have work to do...  Like catching my flirtatious nephew...
 ((  Ain't the only flirtatious man around here...))

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 I like danger.  Besides, there's a club full of beautiful women you seem to think I'm interested in...
 ::rolls her eyes:: You're a high candidate in my weirdness list, Clawson.

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 ((::hopes Jake isn't coming off like a shy Highlander...  running around inna trenchcoat and skulking in shadows:;))
 ::voice from somewhere::  I will!
 ::sighs as she watches him go, then, after looking behind her once more, walks on::
 ((::dies!::))
 (( There can only be ONE shy highlander!! ::is inna blushing duel::))
 ((But, he doesn't carry a sword!  Actually, he's weaponless at this point...))
 ((::DIES!::))
 ((He's got his blushing!! Mua ha ha!))
 ((ROFL! That'll slay 'em!))

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  Yay! Then, I c'n flirt with *all* the women!  ::beams::  ::is thwapped by Kris::
  ::is thwapped as well by Sage::
   Oh! Fine!  I'll be a good mysterious kat of the night n' stuff!
 ::dies!:: The mysterious BLUSHING kat of the night n' stuff...
 ::DIES!!!::
 Hrm..can't be too mysterious with the blushing....that red face outta attract attention...

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 ((::smacks his hand down on the bar::  Bartender!  I want a milk!  In a dirty glass!!))
 ((ROFL!))
 (( ::hands him milk in a clean glass::))
  You got it!  ::fixes one and slides it down the bar to Seek - has that little worm in it and everything!::
 (( AAAAAAAAHHH!!! I know I wanted a dirty glass..but not THIS dirty!! I'll sue!!))
 ::sips at drink avoiding worm and looks around room::
 ((ROFL!    ::slurps it up by accident::  Whoops!  What was that?))

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 Enough, Korat. Stay outta this. That's final. ::walks outta the office smirking::
 ((  ::to Trina::  Sneak into his files!))
 ::snarls, throws a book towards the door the minute he walks out and slumps into her chair::

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 ((Skip to the office?))
 ((Shua!))
 ((Yups!))
 (( ::skip, skip, skip to the office: La la la la la))
 ((::dies!!::))
 ((  Weeeee're off to see the Wizard!))

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 ::gets drug to his feet and only to have them stuffed inna tub of cement::  This is really lame and overdone, guys....
 yet fun. 
 ::ties a gag on his mouth:: Say yer prayers.
 ::mumbles around the gag as though saying his prayers::
 (( ::muffled:: How can I say my prayers if my mouth is gagged?))
 

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 ((Alright...  Maxie be inna drink...))
 ((::pause::    ::is stuck in someone's tequila, comes out hiccuping::))
 ((Kays))
 ((:dies!!!!   ::pauses, then screams!!:: The worm was enough!!! Das it! I'm sueing fer sure!!))
 ((  *hiccup*  How dry I am.... ::half-sings::))

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 ::jerks one foot free and finally makes it to shore, stumble/drag/hopping from the waves::
 (( ::hops out a la Bugs Bunny with a straw for breathing::))

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 ((  ::a la Jeremy::  There were crazy guys!  With hats!  They tied me up!))
 ((::dies!!!::))
 (( ::to the goons:: Lemme explain! Oh! Whatta lovely hat yer wearin'!!))
 ((::DIES!::   She went to see the rats!   WHO?! What RATS?!))
 (( The rats!! The...oh yeah, they're cops...she went ta see the pigs!!..:;pause:: Waitaminute.... ::overhear:: HEY!!!!   ::turns in his grave anew::))
 ((ROFL!    Uhm... Th' bulls then?  That more contemporary?  ::mun is thinking "Newsies"::))
 ((::dies!::))
 ((Cheese it!  It's the bulls!))

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 Does he know about....your....::doesn't know which word to use::
 Oh.  No.  No one does 'cept my family...
 He catches you...he'll use you...I just know he will...
 (( I was born... and Dad promptly covered it up with a glob of mud and said, "There now he looks just like all the other kids!"  -- reference to Rudolph))
 ((::dies!!!::))
 (( But, they still wouldn't let me join in the reindeer games!))
 ((::dies!!::  Like monopoly?))
 (( And, Scrabble! They *never* let me play scrabble!))
 ((::dies anew!::))
 ((  ::beams:: But, I get ta' lead Santa's sleigh! Cuz I....     Cuz if he were back near Santa he'd block the big guy's view!))

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 ::the entire floor blacks out::  
 ::thinks:: 
 (( ::runs like mad and runs straight into a desk in the hallway:: Ow....  Shh!!!  It was in the way!!))

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 You've made this harder on yerself, Korat...painted yerself right into a corner! Ha!
 ((  I can walk in paint!  You too wussy to try?))

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 ::bellows::  Everyone!  Dark Kat's on his way in a zeppelin!
  ::blinkblink::
 Dark Kat's comin' in a blimp!
  Oh!
 ::smacks a hand into his head::

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  ::just eyes Chance::
 ::eyes are pretty much stuck on his:: Well? Aren't ya gonna pull the trigger? 
 ((  ::is getting a crick in his neck, looking up at DK:: Shoot, you! This hurts!))

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 ::seeing the goons in hand, spins to see the blimp plunging:; Oh.... crud...
 ::Stands up and is thrown into the controls himself:: Crud...
 Crud...

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  ::flops down, still...  dead or alive, who knows?::
 ::kicks him in the face:: That's for almost drowning me!
 (( OKAY OKAY!! I'm dead!! I'm dead! ))
 ::shoots at the boat, making a bunch of holes:: That's for almost drowning me!
  ::is quite dead now::
 ((Didn't want him QUITE dead.  Had a surprise and a "And THAT was for me."))
  ::SEEMS dead::
 ((  Stop reviving me!  Let me DIE!!!))

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 ::looks around for more thugs::
 (( C'mon!  C'mon!  I wanna another!  I c'n take ya' all!))
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 You get hit?  ::looks quickly::
 ::pauses, lifts her hand up to reveal a nasty gash:: Aww...crud....
 You 'n Kitty got stop doin' this...
 Like I could evade a board comin' at me...
 Of course you could!  Korat!  You are hereby ordered not to get yourself hurt!  ::grins a hair, joking::
 Yessir...::pause:: Waitaminute, I'm the Captain here! Since when do I follow orders? ::grin::
 Cuz...  I'm an official ex-cop without the badge ta' prove it!

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  ::gets away from her:: Mentioned Korat...
 (( What did I tell you?!  ::whips out her tommy and guns him down, then turns it on Dark Kat:: And,this's fer makin' me break a nail!))

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 ((::imagines a narrator saying this::  And thus, having found not other way to revive the victim, Clawson invented the mouth to mouth procedure...))
 (( And maybe if he had half a brain, he would think that he would have to get the heart going.))
 ((It was going!  Tell 'im it ain't!))
 ((::is dying::))
 ((  I'm not beating now!  Okay?!))
 ((::snicker::))
 ((::dies!::   Eesh!! Some people!))
 ((  ::is doomed to be reincarnated as a paramedic...::))

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 (( I've just invented a new lifesaving technique!  Everyone applaud already!!!))
 ((::dies!!, clapclap...))
 (( ::hugs Sagemun:: SOMEONE recognizes my brilliance!   Oh crud... He's gonna be intolerable for days!))

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 ((  The things I have to live with...    Hey, sis (in-law), could youse pass the potatoes?   As I was saying...))
 ((ROFL!!!!!!!))
 (( Honey! I'm home!  ::thinks it's another trespasser and knocks him out cold::))
 (( Chance!!!  ::goes to revive him::  You and Jake HAVE to stop that!   Stop what?  ::is climbing in the window behind Chance::))



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Plot 2--was never finished

 ::has his fedora over his eyes::
 Jake... ::tugs the hat up a bit::  You're not a fugitive anymore.
 ::his own fedora is tipped at an angle he thinks is roguish... well, he thinks::
 ::smirks:: But, I'm fallin' asleep...I want ya' ta' think I'm actually payin' attention...::my, he's honest::
 You!  ::grabs him into a headlock::
 ((::giggle::))
 ::is grabbed:: Ack!! Okay! Okay! You've proved yer point!! ::strangled voice::

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 And then I let him do his thing... ooooo... singer... woof woof awwwooooo... ::QUIETLY::
 ::pauses to crack up at RJ's comment before turning his attention on Kitty::
 ((::giggles::))
 (( AWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!  ::loudest wolf whistle in the joint!::))
 ((ROFL!!!   ::smacks him with the mic like she's using a bola weapon::))
 ( Bawoooooo... owwwie... do again...))

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 ::snort, razz::
 ::razzes back::
 (( Augh!  Stop spitting near my bar!))
 ((  ::thunks a spitoon down on Chance's head... he dare not touch the boss::))
 (( I'm the one who owns the darn bar, not you.))
 ( ::Cleancleancleam::))
 ((ROFL!!!))
 (( Bar might be yours, but I gotta keep my image. Can't have jaw-flapperes leavin' watermarks, now can I?))
 (( Gimme a few years, and I'll invent the coster))

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 Lately, there have been reports of certain kats being turned into crystal...sorta like a Mydas touch if you will....no one knows what's been causing it...
 Weird.
 Wild.
  Nuts.
 Crazy.
 Sounds like the super natural.
 Like, shiny...
 Spooks?  ::to Kitty's comment::  ::snorts:: Yah, right...
 ::looks at them:: You guys done searching every word for "strange?"
 No.  We got plenty where that came from!  ::wide grin::
 Kooky?
 Bizarre?
 ::sighs::

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  ::pouts::
 ::buttons up his trenchcoat:: Sorry, kiddo. ::small smile::
 Guess yer stuck with me. 
 (( Aww, what a cute little pout! ::pinches Maxie's cheeks::))
 S'okay....  Mebbe the statues will be interesting to look at...
 (( Augh!  NOW, she starts acting like an auntie!))

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 I got my own little protection. ::pets her gun.  Issa good one. ^_^::
 Oh. My bad... ::Pulls fedora over his eyes::
 ::gives it a small kiss::
 (( Does your gun play fetch?  Do you want me to sic it on you?  ::Whistles innocently::))

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 ::razzes back:: Yer fault fer takin' the short cuts!
 What shortcuts?  ::turns into a narrow, narrow alleyway at breakneck speed... for a Model T::
 This one, fer starters...::closes his eyes:: Das it...I've gotta come up with...oh yeah!  Seatbelts!
 Seat whats?!  ::turns out of the alley, sending a garbage can flying::
 ::HOLDS ON!::
 ::clings to his chair:: Something to prevent US from flying outta the windshield!
 I like the sound of seatbelts.... yes, wolfie likes the sound of that...
 ::walks away from building on shabby side of town::  Ah, the demolition business, nothing quite so fulfilling.
 Oh *that*... No fear...  ::buildings are becoming more rundown as they go::
 ::drops lit match back on ground to light stream of gasoline running back into building::
 ::covers his eyes:: Tell me when we get there!!
 Sure, sure.  ::skids around a parked car::
 ::building shoots of fireball into the sky::  Ah, sweet music.
 Holy kats!  ::sees the fireball ahead::
 ((  ::hands on eyes:: Tell me it's not a little old lady!))
 ((::DIES!!::))

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 ::skids to a stop in front of the building, illuminating Seek in the... headlights? did they have them?::
 ::Lookin' out:: Someone's having a nice ole BBQ....
 ::YES they had 'em... ;)::
 ::naw, man, they drove blind!::
 ::um...they had...candles! yeah!::: 

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 ::pulls up nearby to watch them with his lights off::
 ::see?  Seek no have lights!::
 ::He's using...fireflies!::
 ((::dead::))

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 ::ignores Jake::  We've got a firebug on top of Shard?!
TheSeeker> ::at Chance's comment nearby building blows up just as merrily as garbage::
 Argh! ::Jumps!::
 Gah!  ::covers face::
 ::covers his own:: Argh!
 Chance... say one more thing... I dare you...
 Gee that was fun.  ::peels out into traffic::  Yeehaw!
 ::thwaps Chance::
 It wasn't me!
 My mouth sets off dynamite now?!
 If that's a working theory, I would rather not test it...
 ((::stack of unlit dynamite goes off at Chance's words::))
 Prolly...at the wrong time...
 ((ROFL!!))
 (( ::JUMPS!:: See? I told ya. SHADDAP!))
 ((Fiend!))
 ((and infidel?))
 ((YeS!))

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 ::gives them the glare, walks up to them:: WHAT...happened here?
 It... blew... up.
 Uhm... things blew up in our faces, and we had a BBQ? 
 ::bluntly, raising on his toes a hair to meet Feral's eyes::
 It wasn't us, Feral...
 We're outta hot dogs, but if ya want chicken, there's 3 here...
 ::Chuckles::
 Seems to me you're the only ones in the area...why shouldn't I blame you?
 ((  ::gives RJ "the stare" -- patent pending, all rights reserved -- for the jokes::))
 ((::dies!::))

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 No prob.  ::slides back into the car::
 ::slides into the car himself:: Seat belts...the avengers need seat belts...
 (( ::grabs and ties him to the chair with a rope:: THERE! Ya' happy!?))
 Let's go!  ::and off they roar::
 ((::dies!::))
 ::Lays back down in the backseats, yawns::
 Jake... invent some quiet mufflers next, please...
 ::looks over the file:: How can this guy be so dangerous?
 ((  ::since Jake called them "the Avengers" starts humming their theme song... sorta like the old Batman as his super-charged Model T rockets down the street::))

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 Maybe we oughta ask him first...
 The jeweller?  He won't be up at this hour....  Unless you wanna go for your old tactics and sneak into his house...
 Do NOT go there....we could give 'im a call...
 ::screeches to a halt, slamming all unseatbelted people - aka everyone - forward::
 ::ends up on the dashboard:: As soon as my bones reknit themselves, I'm killin' you...
 ::Falls onto the floorboard with a YELP! Then a groooooooan...::
 ::Muffled, nasal:: Once my nose stops bleeding, I'll "fix" yours...
 ::points:: There's yer phonebooth!  ::is indicating a classic, Superman-style red phone booth::
 ::groans and makes his way outta the car and painfully towards the phonebooth::
 ::mutters something about "revoke Chance's license"::

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 ((  ::grabs Chance's shirt::  --SHONK!!!!--))
 ((::dies!::))
 (( ::Still nasal:: Serves ya right.  I feel suddenly violated. EEEEEEEYUUUUUUUCK!!!))

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