hundredpapes: lol
hundredpapes: okay..........let's do this thing!!!
lady ofthe celts: Ok we left off with Jacks big production number beginning right
lady ofthe celts: And it's my turn
lady ofthe celts: Ok here we go
hundredpapes: go!
hundredpapes: yes! here it comes!
hundredpapes: *gets all excited!*
lady ofthe celts: ((My mom just brought me 'revolver'!!!!!! *grins insanely* ok now time for Monkees))
lady ofthe celts: The whole group of Newsies now picks up the chorus, "No one sells papes like Jack, bends the truth like Jack, goes running from people named Snyder like Jack." They are now doing a full blown production number in the square in front of the world building, dancing and singing, drinking mugs of beer (provided by Denton of course)
lady ofthe celts: SCENE CHANGE TO MUFFINS, BLINK, AND MICKY
lady ofthe celts: "Ok," Muffins was saying, "that is the basics of selling a pape, now it's your turn to try." She hands a stack of papes to Micky and sends him off. Blink's eye follows Micky as he approached his first person. "It's ok if you don't sell any today, after all some people have the talent, like myself, and others just plain don't, like for instance, maybe you. If you don't sell yours I'd be glad to help you" Blink called after him, sarcasm filled his voice.
hundredpapes: *wonders if she'll ever get a turn*
hundredpapes: *but doesn't really care, since she's reading Daisy's story, and it's pretty good*
lady ofthe celts: Blink was on a high for about the first minute of watching Micky approach people, but he quickly fell as he watched Micky sell all his papes, and Muffins, and his in the shortest amount of time in Newsie history. Not even Jack had sold that many in so little a time. What made it worse was when Micky sold his last pape an estatic Muffins ran up and gave him a hug and a kiss
lady ofthe celts: on the cheek
hundredpapes: ((sure...kiss Micky))
lady ofthe celts: Feeling deflated, Blink walked behind the ecstatic pair back to the distribution office. When they got to the square they were astonished to see the newsies holding Jack above their heads and belting out the final line of their song, "There's nobody... Like...Jaaaaaaaaaaaaack!"
lady ofthe celts: your turn
hundredpapes: ((let's just forget about the 'friend' that allowed you to sell with him))
lady ofthe celts: Only on the cheek
lady ofthe celts: only hehehe
hundredpapes: ((let's just KISS him in front of her))
lady ofthe celts: ((in front of who?))
hundredpapes: ((doesn't know where to take it to))
hundredpapes: ((in front of ME!!))
hundredpapes: ((I LOVE MICKY!!!))
lady ofthe celts: ((last I checked Blink was a guy))
hundredpapes: lol
lady ofthe celts: (( you are with Peter and Mike if I remember correctly))
hundredpapes: ((needs to think about the whole Blush, Mike, and Peter thing))
hundredpapes: ((yeah, but you have a newsie AND a Monkee))
lady ofthe celts: ((You should go there for next part, we haven't seen them in a bit))
hundredpapes: ((sighs.........okay...it won't be all that great...*I* haven't been thinking about it for a week...*I* wanted it to be spontaneous))
hundredpapes: ((hehe))
hundredpapes: ((where did we leave off with them? Peter painting Greely, right?))
lady ofthe celts: ((Skittery will be there as soon as he gets away from Davy, besides YOU are the one who gave ME them!!))
lady ofthe celts: Yah, your exasperated with Peter.
hundredpapes: ((i was trying to be nice. If I'd a known you'd KISS him....))
lady ofthe celts: ((one the CHEEK))
lady ofthe celts: ((lips later hehehe))
hundredpapes: ((um...I can't write Monkees. Especially not Peter. How am I gonna write for TWO Monkees?))
hundredpapes: ((DIE NOW!!))
lady ofthe celts: ((I'll help if you need it))
hundredpapes: ((okay...here goes nothing))
lady ofthe celts: ((Write you, you can do that can't you))
lady ofthe celts: ((wow three you's in one sentence, I'm good))
hundredpapes: Blush walked down the street, with a Monkee on either arm. They kept trying to smooch her, which would normally be alright with her, but it was getting in the way with selling papers.
hundredpapes: J/K
hundredpapes: Let me try that one again
lady ofthe celts: ((sings "good day sunshine" hmmmmmmm I love revolver))
lady ofthe celts: :)
hundredpapes: Blush walked down the street, shaking her head in dismay at the two Monkees behind her. Mike kept ...and Peter....
hundredpapes: I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOING!!!!
hundredpapes: So, we'll go on to Davy and Skittery
lady ofthe celts: (("she said, I know what it's like to be dead. I know what it is to be sad."))
hundredpapes: *Smiles at the thought of Skittery*