Subject: The jukebox music begins to turn to static...
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Posted on: 2014-04-19 02:48:00 UTC
...and a message is played;
"Hey Kitty, it's 99. Might be a bit late for the ball here, got to get back to the 21st Century from the 41st Millenium. Sorry about that. Gotta go, this Kestrel-class cruiser won't hold together forever under Lance-fire."
The message goes to static and the music resumes.
Kitty danced into a section of the Board that was festively decorated with streamers, bunnies, balloons, and, for some strange reason, a llama.
"The party's on!" she yelled happily.
She ran over to a jukebox in the corner, gave it a kick, and set down a notice.
Anyone can change the music at any time, for any reason, anywhere.
"Now that's ready... we party like there's no tomorrow!" the cat-girl grinned.
In the corner, the jukebox had begun to pump out 'Staying Alive'. Kitty winced slightly.
"Uhh... can someone change that?"
The doors were open, the tables were full to overflowing, Kitty had begun to carelessly boogie on the dance floor, and already some minis were drifting in.
Now, all the ball needed were some Boarders...
PLEASE REFER BACK TO THE POST 'AN INVITATION' FOR DETAILS ABOUT THE BALL.
when he sees that everybody has left. He sighs to himself. "Why am I always late to this kind of thing? It's not like I've spent to much time running around some of those Naruto badfics where Kakashi is 3 days late to everything..." Shrugging his shoulders, he collects what is left of the chocolate and walks out.
out of the corner of his eye. "Hey there random people I don't know! What's shakin'?" Walking over to the broken jukebox with the metal spider on it, who, coincidentally, just finished fixing it, he crouches down and looks at the selector. "Well, might as well put on something to my tastes..."
Selecting a song called "Flight" by Tristam and Braken, and adding another song called "Red Like Roses Part II - Complete" By Jeff Williams to the random queue, he walked up to the guy holding an egg and poked him in the back.
out of the corner of his eye. "Hey there random people I don't know! What's shakin'?" Walking over to the broken jukebox with the metal spider on it, who, coincidentally, just finished fixing it, he crouches down and looks at the selector. "Well, might as well put on something to my tastes..."
Selecting a song called "Flight" by Tristam and Braken, and adding another song called "Red Like Roses Part II - Complete" By Jeff Williams to the random queue, he walked up to the guy holding an egg and poked him in the back.
The party was grand, and all had fun, but now it is clear that the festival has ended. The lights have dimmed, the snack bar is empty, and only a few boarders remain, passed out in various compromising positions. The jukebox is stuck playing a slow, instrumental song for the rest of the night.
Suddenly, a lone boarder bursts in through the door in a disheveled suit and a party hat.
"I'm here!" He announces to the sleeping boarders, "Where's the chocolate?"
Scanning the room, the boarder realizes a horrifying truth about the party, and about himself. He was tardy.
"But, but I brought bunny ears." He sniffles, holding up a headband with crudely made paper ears stapled to it.
Then, a light catches his eye. Tiptoeing over to the snack table, the late boarder finds a wilver egg nestled into a cooler. Inside are a half dozen bleeprin jellybeans.
"Well, good to see I didn't miss everything. Just most things." The boarder says, chuckling to himself.
He sets his homemade bunny ears on the table and strolls out into the rest of the board, egg in hand.
"All the time some nasty person goes and breakses the nice jukesbox, precious, and we grow so tired of having to change the songses on it to go the length they are supposed to." muttered a mini-Aragog, crawling over a Meganium to reach the jukebox. It paused. "And now we've forgotten what we needs to do to fix the jukesbox, oh joy." Temporarily lost, it resorted to hitting a side panel with its head, which resulted in two more songs suddenly playing alongside the current one for a few seconds before all three ceased entirely.
Suddenly, something in the ceiling gave off a low whirr, and the dimmed lights returned to their previous brightness. The mini-Aragog glanced upward, noting with pleasure that some mechanical creature appeared to have patched some of the circuits and was now descending on a nearby pillar.
"Thanks you, precious," the tiny acromantula said, scuttling over to the other entity, which, the mini noted with satisfaction, was also spider-like in appearance. "Now if you would be kind, would you deign to be fixing the jukesbox over here?" The other arachnoid perked up, scuttling over the the jukebox and prying another panel off of the back. As the new arrival scanned the innards of the device, the mini-Aragog sighed in relief. Now if something was broken, the blame wouldn't fall on its cephalothorax. Clicking its pedipalps in satisfaction, the mini scuttled off to go find something else to do.
((This is a specific mini-Aragog, by the way. When I was looking through the list of unadopted mini-Aragogs a while back, I saw that one of them was named Death Easters. How could he not be invited to work at this party?))
A tall skinny fellow with purple eyes and crazy white hair stumbled into the vaguely described portion of the Board that was to serve as a ballroom. He wished for the fifty-third time in the last two minutes that he hadn’t looked at the giant invitation nailed to the Board as he tripped over his feet and landed with a smack on the floor.<br><br> The accursed invitation had been written in urple ink of all things, and it had burned itself into his eyeballs. Still the words floated, transfixed in front of his vision wherever he looked:<br><br><br>…No Sues or Cute Animal Friends permitted,<br>Always expect the Spanish Inquisition!<br><br>…A spork of your choice,<br>Some sort of Easter item…<br>Chocolate will be served.<br><br>…Oh yeah. Beware the Llamas.<br><br><br> Those words had plagued him for the last week- it had completely ruined reading for him.<br><br> And now he was headed to this ball that had plagued his thoughts (and his poor eyeballs) for the past seven days, to see if, at last, the words would fade.<br><br> Agent Legacy (because that’s who he was) looked up from the floor in time to see an angry man in red vestments bustle past, muttering about… fluffy pillows.<br><br> Legacy got to his feet and dusted off his white suit, looking about the room. There was a slow trickle of people entering the room, and already a small crowd had gathered at some sort of dance floor. A row of tables to the left of the dance floor bore a small army of snacks, almost all of them chocolate. Generic music played in the background. <br><br> “…Quaint.” He said. <br><br> “Brwaamph.” Said something behind Legacy. He whirled to see…<br><br> …A llama.<br><br> (Dramatic music! Boy, do I LOVE this!)<br>
A mature woman, with short, spiky white hair and black clothes peeked into the room. The celebration was wild, but nothing dangerous... yet.
"Okay, Justine, as I said earlier the coast is clear."
Of course, in accordance with the laws of narrative comedy, she was immediately trampled to death by the llama.
After she got better, she continued: "That was just me. Don't judge the party."
A younger blonde woman (Justine) with a ponytail wearing tight pink-and-white track clothing and running shoes cautiously creeped to the doorway. She gave her partner a worried look and nervously clasped her wizard hat necklace.
"Are you sure, Amanda?"
Amanda, the older woman, laughed, grabbed her partner's wrist, and spun her onto the dance floor.
There was an error in my post, and I don't know how to edit posts, so here's the correction:
When it said
"A younger blonde woman (Justine) with a ponytail wearing pink-and-white track clothing"
It should have said
"A younger blonde woman (Justine) with a ponytail, wearing pink-and-white track clothing,".
Justine's ponytail wasn't wearing anything.
Curse you, retroactive grammar changes!
You can't edit posts on the Board, sadly. I know I'd like to be able to fix typos or rephrase sentences that come out poorly, and I'm not alone on either. You'd need admin access to change anything, though, and the only people I know with admin access are Huinesoron, who's responsible for changing our headers and main page links and such, and the Nameless Admin, our Board janitor responsible for cleaning up after trolls and inappropriate comments.
...and a boy of 14 in a large green hooded coat and with no shoes staggered in, followed by some smoke. He looked at the scene and grinned.
"Sorry i'm late. Getting back to the past is quite difficult when you're being shot at."
An explosion is heard outside. He grimaces.
"Not my smoothest landing I can tell you that. OOH, BUNNIES! AND CHOCOLATE"
Iximaz glanced about the now-crowded ballroom, looking for someone she recognized. A familiar Boarder's voice caught her attention and she turned, looking for its owner.
"Hey! Hedgehog!" she called, hurrying over as fast as she could without bumping into any partygoers.
99Hedgehog gave her an odd look. "It's 99, mostly."
"Well, I like hedgehogs. They're so prickly and cute, and they're really friendly when you get to know them." Iximaz reached into a plothole and produced a mandola and a microphone. "So, do you want to sing, or do you want to play?"
"Say what?"
Iximaz sighed. "After I found out you're a Ranger's Apprentice fan, I've been hoping to run into you so we could perform Cabin in the Trees or maybe Sunshine Lady-"
99Hedgrhog's eyes widened. "Nope! Nope, nope, nope, no thank you. I don't sing and I certainly don't play the mandola."
"Me neither." Iximaz grinned. "Should be interesting." She held up the mandola and the mic. "Choose yer weepons."
"...gimmie a sec." 99 proceeds to pat his pockets in rapid fashion before coming up with a book reading "Song Ex Machina". Flicking through it, he took the mic.
"I sing occasionally. Let's do Cabin in the Woods."
hoping that she'd gotten the room right. One never knew in HQ. But, nope, there was a jukebox, and a table covered with edible lovelies, and someone throwing rabbits? Strange.
She scuttled over to the table, ignoring everyone else, and grabbed a handful of chocolate.
Another Boarder walked through the door, adjusting his glasses and flinching as the motion of his arms prompted the spider robot hanging on his back to struggle for a better grip. Three mini-Agents walking just behind him took advantage of the pause to scramble into the room, eying the chocolate-filled bowls on a nearby table with undisguised glee.
"Well, this seems like someone expected a much bigger turnout than there was," Outhra said, looking around the outrageously massive ballroom and comparing it to the small number of people filling it. He glanced down at the mini-Agents, who were shifting back and forth anxiously. "Go have fun, you guys. Don't climb on people without their permission, though. And don't harass those... are those llamas?... those llamas over there. I don't want anybody getting trampled today."
Cackling, Cadamr dashed off to one of the large unoccupied patches of the floor, quickly followed by Accadia and MakesThings. Outhra watched them carefully for a few moments. They'd been ordered not to bring anything sharp to the party, but it would have been just like Cadamr to smuggle in some toothpicks or something and start sword-fighting the chocolate mascots. After he was convinced that they weren't going to do anything more hazardous than irritating people, he placed the spider robot down on the floor.
"Go on," he said. "Go mingle." The robot glanced around the room in a series of quick, jerky motions. Noticing a flaw in the electrical system, it immediately climbed up a nearby column and started tinkering. Outhra blinked. "I meant go mingle with the mini-Aragogs, but that's fine too. It's not like I brought you here to do that or anything."
He shrugged and walked over to a central table, where a handful of other Boarders had gathered. Someone nearby was slowly covering the entire floor around himself in a low mound of rabbits, the creatures too confused to hop away and thus quickly becoming covered under a mountain of their own kind. Outhra was glad he wasn't on that end of the table. He wasn't sure how he'd deal with the situation if the rabbits suddenly realized what was going on and decided en masse to stampede. He wasn't sure if rabbits stampeded, but considering the circumstances, he wasn't going to disqualify the possibility.
Outhra turned and waved to a nearby Boarder who was holding a handful of chocolates. He immediately regretted doing so. He was almost certain most people didn't actually wave when they were only about five feet away. Either way, he carried on, trying to cover up his mild embarrassment.
"Hi," he said. "Do you know how long that guy over there's been tossing out rabbits like that? I just got here, and I'd like to know about how much longer we have before this area starts re-enacting Night of the Lepus."
((I was going to send in one of my agents, or maybe a Dalek, but since this is non-canon, why not involve a version of me?))
It was good. And dark chocolate, too, none of that disgusting milk chocolate people usually put in easter eggs. Not that these were in easter eggs, but the point still stood.
She pulled irritably at her ever-frizzy brown hair, thankfully bound into a manageable braid, and looked up. There was a Boarder awkwardly trailing off a wave and looking at her. She flicked her hand in her own wave, enthusiastically. Of course people waved when they saw someone. Well, she did, at least. She'd never seen anyone else do it.
He asked about the rabbits that were now piled up so high as to cover the table, nearly. Well, they were both confused. That was something.
"No clue. They were there when I got here. I'm Aila, by the way, and there's chocolate on the table, in case you hadn't noticed. 's good." She ate another. This one had salt in it.
Seyche peeked into the party room. It was still pretty quiet, so hey hadn't arrived to late, like she feared. She still made sure to enter the room quietly, so not to make a fuss.
At least that was the plan, until her partner tackled her to the ground.
"What?" she began, before Murder raised a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. He then pointed at a small furry animal that occupied the room.
"Ohnopleasethat'sjustabunny, SOMEBODY STOP HIM HE'S CRAZY!"
One longcoat-wearing agent wandered into the room the ball was taking place in without noticing, his nose stuck in a small book. Seyche's shout made him look up from the book. He spotted her and her partner, put the book in one of his coat's voluminous pockets, and walked to them.
Crouching near them, he tapped Murder's shoulder. “Do you mind getting off her?” he asked.
Seyche waved the long-coated agents away. "Don't worry about me just save the bunny!" She yelled
It was taking all her strength just to hold him back.
“Alright,” the coated agent said. He got up and walked to Murder. Halfway through he stopped and half-turned. “I'm Des, by the way. From Floaters.”
Continuing to Murder, he tapped the other agent's shoulder. “Excuse me?” he asked. “Can you please leave the bunny alone?”
Seyche got up and dusted herself off. "Thank for the help." she said to agent Des. "Sorry about my partner, his not usually so trigger-happy, just when he's around small animals. The names Agent Seyche by the way, I'll be joining the Department of Mary Sue Research and Experimentation.
Agent-to-be Chris entered the room with a confused expression and a bag of jellybeans. "We can try to understand/The New York Times' effect on a man," the Bee Gees crooned from the jukebox. "Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, you're staying alive, staying alive. Feel the city breaking and everybody shaking and we're staying alive, staying alive..."
It was a nice catchy song, but Chris wasn't much of a disco person. He walked over to it and nearly tripped over a three-foot-tall spider. "Ow! What the..."
On closer inspection, the spider bore a name tag reading "Jorden." "Be careful!" it hissed. "Nassty place for Mini-Aragog, yes precious. Clumssy folk all over. No fishes, no eggses."
"Uh...sorry about that. My name's Chris. Could you move out of the way, please?" Chris asked politely. "I'd like to change the music."
Jorden blinked all eight red eyes, then scuttled off to converse with some kind of fire demon. Chris chuckled over the strangeness of HQ, then finally made his way to the jukebox. Wow, I've never heard of half these bands, he thought as he flipped through the selection. One song by a group called "Soft Cell" caught his eye. He pressed play, filling the room with the iconic funky bassline of "Tainted Love."
And that was how a girl in a blue denim jacket and ratty jeans found him; standing in the corner with his Meganium, awkwardly grooving to "Tainted Love".
"Happy Easter!" she smiled. Chris looked up, surprised to see another person. "You're new, aren't you? My name's Rina Dives. I just joined last month. Ooo, jellybeans! Can I have some for my friend Randa?"
"OK," Chris said. He handed the bag over to her and she stuffed it in her jacket. "I'm Chris, by the way. Let's sit down so we can talk better."
Then someone yelled "BUNNY FIGHT!" and he got hit in the arm with something fluffy. Meganium picked the fluffy thing up with its head and brought it around to Chris. It turned out to be a cute brown rabbit with a sign around its neck: "Free to a good home."
"Awww, what a cutie-pie," Rina cooed. "Your Meganium looks super healthy! Is he your starter? How long have you had him?"
"Yeah, we've been a team for about nine years," Chris replied. "He's almost like my best friend."
Did you have permission from Randa or Iximaz to use their agent? I know that the Easter Special is non-canon, so it wouldn't affect all that much if you get someone OOC, but you shouldn't just use other people's characters like this without the current creator's okay and a good reason to do so.
((Iximaz, if you're reading this, I'm sorry I didn't ask for permission beforehand! Really, I am! I'll remember next time!))
I'm actually kind of tickled at the thought of someone else wanting to write Rina. :3
He presses a button on the remote and a plothole appears. He reaches into the plothole to pull out more bunnies. "Bunny Fight!" he exclaims as he starts throw the bunnies at people with intent on giving them diabetes. (Better duck and cover if you're allergic to adorableness.)
...and a message is played;
"Hey Kitty, it's 99. Might be a bit late for the ball here, got to get back to the 21st Century from the 41st Millenium. Sorry about that. Gotta go, this Kestrel-class cruiser won't hold together forever under Lance-fire."
The message goes to static and the music resumes.