Rejected Scenes from "Double Double"
MRW, 6/27/01
***
Reluctantly, Nancy retreated from the control of her host's body,
erasing memories of her activities as she went.
Missy blinked her eyes, confused. Why did she have the impulse to
see herself in a Hawaiian shirt? The thought faded, leaving behind
another that would haunt her for days.
~Margarita shooters and pizza? Gross.~
***
Beatrice stood at the window, looking out upon the city. This was
their territory, their protectorate. Rain splashed against the glass.
Petra drifted up behind her.
"What is the plan for tonight, Sister?"
"The same plan as every night, Petra. Try to take over the Gargoyles
fandom, and then, the world!"
***
Molly sang:
"It's just a day at the Park
And then it's Saturday night!"
Kate replied:
"We'll be at our breakfast
And then we'll have the big fight!"
They sang together:
"Let's have a time jump again!
Let's have a time jump again!"
***
Constance's teeth chattered. She looked at Laura, who seemed to have
recovered from her capture.
"You know," she said, "If we ever get out of here, this gives me a great
idea for a fanfic."
***
Jason looked around the lobby until he spied someone from the con.
~The Irish girl, Grainne. Perfect.~ "I'm looking for a fan," he said.
"Fan's on tenth."
"Which fan?"
"Witch Fan is on sixth."
"A fan in on sixth?"
"A Fan's on tenth."
"Which fan?"
"Sixth floor."
"Who's on sixth floor?"
"Witch Fan."
"That's what I am asking! Which fan is on sixth floor?"
"Yes!"
"So a fan is on sixth floor?"
"A Fan is on tenth."
Jason whipped out his pistol and shot her dead. "That's enough of
that."
(stolen blatantly from the excellent "Who's On First Floor" crossover
by Norcumi)
***
In a corner of the ballroom, Jethro, Abe Wintersmith, Noel Leas,
Lenny, Sara, Agamemnon and Greg Bishansky were sitting around
Steve, who was dreamily plucking at his guitar, Moira.
"We are the evil minion crew
We sing our evil minion song
These are my only lines
And they're being cut for time
Because the fight scene runs too long."
Those sitting around him responded:
"These are our only lines
And they're being cut for time
Because the fight scene runs too long."
***
Nancy spat at Missy:
"The ballroom's alive
With the sounds of warfare!"
Missy glared at her and grabbed her clone's mouth. "That's enough
with the damned 'Sound of Music,' already. One more Julie Andrews
riff and I'll rip off your lips!"
Muffled, Nancy replied, "Okay."
The battle resumed.
***
Batya parried Beatrice's thrust and dashed out the doors onto the
balcony overlooking the lobby. Momentarily, she stood against the
railing, spread out her arms, sword and all, and exclaimed:
"I'm Clan Leader of the world!"
Then she ducked, just barely missing being decapitated by her clone.
***
Weisman ran screaming at him, waving a baseball bat. Uriel grinned,
then mimed winding up for a pitch. As he threw the imaginary ball, an
anvil fell from nowhere and landed on his head.
***
Greg held his head; the throb went with his heartbeat and thumped
through his teeth.
Thump.
Thump.
Had he really attacked someone with a baseball bat? It had seemed the
thing to do at the time, had made perfect sense, but now his head ached
and standing made him want to retch.
He noted figures gathering shyly around him, and cracked open his
eyes. The Con Com ... No. The others. The clones. They formed a
sloppy half-circle around where he sprawled against the wall, watching
him expectantly.
"What ... What do you want?" he croaked, fearing the worst and
knowing he was in no condition to fight them.
Little smiles peeped out on the faces, as Jordan's clone shuffled
forward.
"Can we call you Dadoo?"
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