hundredpapes: lol
lady ofthe celts: Ok nice compromise
hundredpapes: glad you think so
hundredpapes: where were we?
lady ofthe celts: Uhhh one sec I'll pull it up
hundredpapes: I made a cheesy Macaroni casserole for dinner today
hundredpapes: all from scratch
hundredpapes: I made a white sauce and everything
hundredpapes: i miss my Professional Culinary Arts days
lady ofthe celts: *gasps* I'm impressed it's more than I could do
hundredpapes: lol
hundredpapes: I've seen you cook before
lady ofthe celts: and you agree!
lady ofthe celts: It's your turn to write, take it away!!!!!!!!
hundredpapes: THE PARADIN' SCENE
lady ofthe celts: ((oh yah! we all went paradin!!!!))
hundredpapes: Blush twirls her baton, and looks back at her fellow paraders. Peter was riding on the back of an elephant, waving and smiling to the imaginary children. There would have been real ones, but their parents were wise enough to lock them in when they saw a group of newsies and Monkees parading down the street. Oh, and it was 1:00 am as well.
hundredpapes: Davy and his choir of gnomes were singing something about a magic carpet ride, while Mike threw out armfuls of candy (once again, to non-existent children). Skittery tumbled and jumped over his leg multiple times to the awe of the ... crowd. Muffins was sitting on a float (which was really the Monkee-mobile in disguise), but since no one was driving, she wasn't getting very far. So she jumped down and did her Michael Flatley impersonation, ala Lord of the Dance.
lady ofthe celts: ((HAHA! Davy the Gnome!!!! *proceeds to put on whole Riverdance Production in computer room* ))
hundredpapes: Micky had been leading the imaginary llamas, and somehow took a wrong turn. No one even noticed, until Cone and Mush came running, trampling on a large amount of the audience the crew had gathered (which were really dummies made out of trash). "Blush! Muffins! Where's Micky?!? Something awful is going to happen! Blink left in a fit of anger, and he took (dun dun duuuuuun) the rubber bands!!!"
hundredpapes: Blush, Muffins, and Skittery gasp. "Not (dun dun duuuuun) the rubber bands!" "Yes," replied Mush, "The (dun dun duuuuun) rubber bands!" Mike, Davy and Peter were up with the newsies now. Mike looked at the worried faces of his friends. "I don't get it. What's so bad about rubber bands?" The newsies looked at him, then simultaneously said, "dun dun duuuuuuuuuuun!"
hundredpapes: ((Okay, Muffins, what's so bad about rubber bands?))
lady ofthe celts: dun dun duuuuuuuuuuun. :) Mwahahahaha! The group ran back to the place that they had most likely lost Micky and his llamas. Screams could be heard coming from the alley near by. "Oh no!" Muffins cried in horror, clutching her face, "We're to late!" They all ran in to the alley and were confronted with the most horrifying picture they had ever seen.
lady ofthe celts: Blink was standing over Micky, knife clutched in one hand, the (dun dun duuuuuuunn) rubber bands in the other. Blink cackled, "See if you ever mess with my girl again." Blink reached down and grabbed Micky's curly hair and went to work. In a matter of seconds he had finished. Laughing evilly one more time Blink ran, leaving the poor mutilated Micky to fend for himself.
lady ofthe celts: Muffins ran up to Micky's trembling figure crouched in the shadows, "Are you ok?" She put one hand on his shoulder. Micky slowly turned around, his head coming into the light. Muffins jumped back in horror. The rest of the group ran screaming. Micky looked at Muffins. "What has he done to me?"
lady ofthe celts: A FEW HOURS LATER
lady ofthe celts: It took the group some time to get used to Micky's new hair do. Rubber bands held the few long pieces remaining at odd angles from Micky's head. The rest had been shorn short with Blinks knife. (think Jareth from Labyrinth, but with shorter curly hair) On the back of his head was shaved the words, "I Love Blink" and underneath it was the phrase "Mecka Lecka Hi Mecka Heiny Ho." Oh yes, Blink had his revenge, but were the Monkees troubles over? What about Jack and Brooklyn. What dastardly deeds have they been plotting?
lady ofthe celts: ((Ok Blush....Your turn!!!!!!!!))
hundredpapes: ((great. *sighs* Okay, here goes nothing.))
hundredpapes: It was 5:00 in the morning. New York was starting to wake up. Not a lot, but a little. People were hitting the snooze buttons on alarm clocks. Anyway. After such a traumatic night, Skittery was walking Blush back to the lodging house. He wouldn't allow her to sell papes today, not after all that she had witnessed. As they walked past Bottle Ally (or was it the harbor? ..Maybe it was Central Park...I forget)
lady ofthe celts: ((snooze buttons? Ooooookey Doooookey...))
hundredpapes: Anywho...as they walked past one of those locations, Skittery was saying something about how Micky should go visit Medda, and maybe borrow a wig or something. He heard a muffled laugh (or what he THOUGHT was a muffled laugh, but in reality it was a muffled cry), and thought, "I'm pretty slick! I bet I could just slip my arm right around her waist, and she wouldn't mind! I'm one smooth studly, jumping-over-the-leg kind of guy!"
lady ofthe celts: ((hehe))
hundredpapes: BUT...reaching his arm out, he realized that Blush's hips weren't quite as developed as they looked. Looking over, he saw Davy's terrified face. "I thought you said you like girls!!" Skittery jumped back, both agog AND aghast! He could see David glaring at him from a dark ally. But where was Blush?
lady ofthe celts: *laughs*