The saga continues to continue.
The year is 2020. The heroes: a few dozen young men and women, most in their late 20s. Fifteen years earlier, four friendly-seeming but mysterious people gathered them on what was then known as the World Wide Web, dropped hints about an important destiny or mission they were to fulfill, and then vanished. Over the years, some of the group kept in touch; others drifted apart. Now a great danger has brought them all back together again…
(This thread is now closed. Here’s Part 4.)
Okay, as you can likely tell by the ‘Part 3,’ this is a continuation. I or someone else will probably post the whole thing later so new people can read it.
sigh. this should help, but I don’t know.
Feel free to use the possible prequel material I posted on the “D.C. Kokonvention Scrapbook, Continued” thread:
https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=990#comment-89
https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=990#comment-107
https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=990#comment-110
Prequel? As in, new story? As in, new start? As in, I CAN JOIN IN NOW?
You can if you can.
*contemplates*
hmm… part three. i was in parts one and a bit of two I think. but then everyone kept arguing about what country we were in so I left. I have part of this lying around some where….. *goes and checks* yes i do…. here it is… part of it from the very begining.
The year is 2020. The heroes: a few dozen young men and women, most in their late 20s. Fifteen years earlier, four friendly-seeming but mysterious people gathered them on what was then known as the World Wide Web, dropped hints about an important destiny or mission they were to fulfil, and then vanished. Over the years, some of the group kept in touch; others drifted apart. Now a great danger has brought them all back together again…
“Zark,” Sweet Melpomene said at last. “This is big. Really big. And BAD.”
“Do you think–” Widdershins looked around at the others. “Do you think the GAPAs knew?”
Juliette shrugged. “You mean ‘knew’ as in ‘had foreknowledge of’? Like Hari Seldon and his psychohistory? Not zarking likely.”
“I’m not so sure,” Purple Panda said. “They sounded as if they did. There was one thing in particular that Robert posted, just a few days before…”
“Robert!” FrigidSymphony scoffed. “That old fraud. He’d be the last person I’d listen to.”
Shadowkat reached across the table and tousled FrigidSymphony’s waist-long hair. “Still smarting from that time he banished you, are you, Fridgey?” she teased.
“That has nothing to do with it,” the musician shot back. “I just found Rebecca and the other Administrators more helpful.”
Alice looked pensive. “I always wondered about Rosanne,” she said. “She seemed very quiet and sweet, but I got the impression that there was a lot more to her than that. I suspect that she was the brains of the outfit, the one pulling the strings. And then one day they were all just–gone…”
For a moment, the group sat in uneasy silence.
“Anyway, they did their job,” Red-tailed HAWK said at last. “They got us together. Now we’ve got a job to do.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Ebeth burst out. “There’s no time to lose. Let’s get out there and DO it.”
“Not so fast,” Prarilius Canix said. “We can’t afford to rush into this. It’s too important for that. Failure is not an option here. We have to be sure what we’re dealing with.”
E2MB smiled grimly. “Well, whatever it is,” he said, “one thing is for sure: it is definitely NOT mostly harmless.”
• Shadowkat looked Prarilius Canix. “PC is right,” she said. “We have to find out what it is we’re dealing with. Those disappearances…did anyone notice any kind of order to them? Do you think it could be…the bunnies?”
• FrigidSymphony glanced up from admiring his hair. “Bunnies? I’ll kill ’em. I’ll…”. He broke off, turning his attention to a small stain on his shirt. “Dammit, I just washed this crap yesterday! Bloody pasta…”
• “Obsess much?” muttered Shadowkat. She raised her hands in response to the glare she got from FrigidSymphony. “Just making an observation!” she said defensively.
• “Hey, I care about my appearance,” he shot back, “because it’s worth the effort.” He gave her a cocky grin.
• Shadowkat grinned back, and thought, Well, at least one of us hasn’t changed…. “I care about mine, too! But, you know, you really don’t need to do anything…you’re naturally gorgeous.” She winked at him.
• “Will you two stop the banter? We have a crisis on our hands!” Prarilius Canix snapped. He was irritable, having been awake for the past two nights, researching. “It’s not just the GAPAs. Whatever did this wanted to get them out of the way first, because it thought that they were the only ones who could stop it. People have been disappearing all over the world.”
“You’re talking about this as though there was some intelligence behind the disappearances,” said Lizzie. “Do you think that’s possible?”
“I think it’s probable,” Pentatonikk mused. “The bunnies…?”
“What are you talking about?” Prarilius Canix hissed. “The bunnies are imaginary and this is real.”
Silence.
“Right?”
Silence.
“Well… ” said Kiki the great, nervously fingering her red hair. “You never went to Kokonventions…”
“And you haven’t been on the blog much in the past few years,” The man for aeiou said. “Until now, that is… ”
“I’m sorry, PraCan,” Taiwan Hippo Fan said. “We didn’t realize there was anyone here who didn’t know.”
• Alice rolled her eyes. “Can you two stop it? We need to think about what we’re going to do about this.”
• FrigidSymphony blushed. “As beautiful as ever…” He thought. He shook himself mentally then looked at Prarilius Canix. “So what do you propose we do?”
• “Know what?” asked Alice, just as clueless as Prarilius Canix. “Oh! You mean . . . that?”
• “Well, which two are you talking about, Alice? Fridgey and I were just having fun…” Shadowkat shot a glare at Prarilius Canix. Then her look softened. “Look, it’s not that I don’t think this is serious, but…oh, alright. I know some connections who might have some information about the disappearances…should I call them?”
Note: I am, by now, a Master Thief (yes, this is plausible!), and connected (by blood) to the Mafia…not that I use them for anything but information, of course. I am also highly trained in the arts of espionage and physical combat. Though I have never taken a college course in the subject, through research (and natural talent), I am well-versed in Psychology.
• “You two,” said Alice. “It’s funny for a while, but right now we need to be serious. And someone should explain to PC about the bunnies.”
This someone shouldn’t be me, because i have no clue what I’m talking about.
As for my profession, I am a librarian and an author. I used to work on a tallship, but I had to give it up when it was wrecked.
Shadowkat grinned sheepishly. “I know, I know…sorry. But do you want me to contact my people?” She looked at FrigidSymphony and smiled. She leaned across the table and whispered in his ear, “Just wait till this meeting is over…”
• Ok, I get a note too. I’m a musician and an expert melee weapons user. I’ve spent the last 5 years in Lapland and Karelia fighting bears, not washing and communicating with the paranormal, something I can do only in extreme conditions of emotion, like pain, fear, anger, joy, or love. I dropped out of college after arguing with the staff. I have connections to the Abbey of Thelema in Sicily, and have spent time in Cefalù, which also gave me the opportunity to get to know Shadowkat, with her mafia connections.
• “Wait,” interrupted Lizzie. “I seem to have missed the memo. Who are Shadowkat’s ‘people’ and what do they have to do with the disappearances?”
and since everyone else is doing it: I am a musician, conservatory trained. I have spent the past five years doing freelance work in NYC, and am currently playing wiht a professional quartet. I doubled majored in linguistics and somehow also found the time to do a chemistry minor, as well as my performance major. Because of all this, I am heavily in debt from student loans.
• “I have no clue,” volunteered Alice, unhelpfully. “Shadowkat?”
• FS was deep crimson by now. He pulled a flask ot of his pocket and took a long drink, then said: “I think we should all use our assets and dig up whatever we can about these disappearances. I’ll contact the Thelema, see if the occultists can give me some info… As for the rest of you…”
• 54. Shadowkat �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:19 pm
“My ‘people'” retorted Shadowkat, “are a few parties with whom I have certain useful connections. And that’s all you need to know. Now, should I contact them, or not?”
• 55. Shadowkat �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:22 pm
53-Well, you know I can’t resist your sexiness. To quote Susan Storm in the second FF movie: “I am sooo hot for you, right now.”
Shadowkat passed her own flask under the table to FrigidSymphony. “Just in case anything else ‘of interest’ should be mentioned.” she murmured.
• 56. Alice �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:23 pm
“What about the rest of us?” asked Alice. “There’s not a whole lot I can do. I mean, since the the Wawona sunk I don’t even have a ship!” She paused. “Of course, most of you don’t have ships either, so I suppose it’s not that unusual.”
Useless trivia No. 1: The Wawona is the ship that I want to restore so badly, so I figured I could put it in here and no one would mind.
• 57. Prarilius Canix �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:28 pm
“I’ll be doing some research. Again,” Prarilius Canix sighed. “I’ll look through the newspaper archives, see if I can find any pattern to the disappearances. If I can find the time and place they started, we’ll have something to work with.”
• 58. Shadowkat �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:35 pm
“And I’ll contact my people, see what they know…and trust me, they’ll know something. Anyone else have an assignment for me? I’ll need something to keep me busy once I’m done…” She glanced at FS, who raised his eyebrows. “Well, never mind. Anyone?”
• 59. FrigidSymphony .:[Blackjack Guillotine]:. �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:37 pm
55: I’m gonna have fun during this fanfic…
• 60. Prarilius Canix �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:38 pm
Canix left the room. Moments later, a sleek white Prius with a BOOK♥ER license plate pulled out of the parking lot below and drove off in the direction of the library.
“I wonder what he’s up to,” Alice mused. “He didn’t even wait for us to explain about the bunnies.”
“He’s probably going to catch up on some of the old MB threads, see if he can find out something about them himself.”
“Makes sense. That’s where it all started.”
• 61. Alice �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:40 pm
Shadowkat and FrigidSymphony, I would appreciate it if you would stop flirting. Or I will leave. (Scary threat, huh? Not really. Well, I will really leave, but it’s not really a scary threat.)
“God, I feel useless,” moaned Alice. “All I can do is write, really. I suppose I could help PC research, but…” She trailed off. “I don’t know.” She rested her elbows on the table, and her chin in her hands. “I’ve never been very good at making plans, either.”
• 62. Alice �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:42 pm
GUYS! Stop it!
• 63. Shadowkat �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:49 pm
59-Heck, yes, you are… And, look, we’ve already taken care of the necessary subplot.
Hey, we can’t just stay in the room the whole time…so, let’s split for now, and come back to the meeting room later. We can just type our own (and others, if necessary) progress, for now.
Shadowkat looked around at everyone. “Well, I’m gonna go talk to a few people, alright? Everyone knows what they’re doing? Good.” She got up and headed for the door. Glancing over her shoulder at FS, she said, “You coming?” He nodded, and they left together. A black and silver Honda motorcycle with two dark-clothed figures on it glided out of the parking lot a few minutes later.
• 64. Shadowkat �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:50 pm
62-Oops…sorry, Alice, you hadn’t posted that, yet…pleeeaaase? Look at my post, about the subplot…see? It’s useful…!
• 65. FrigidSymphony .:[Blackjack Guillotine]:. �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:51 pm
“Well, I’m going to put through a phone call to Sicily… Care to join me, Shadowkat?” FS got up, tossing his hair.
• 66. Robert Coontz (Administrator) �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:52 pm
Do we even know which city you’re about to walk out into?
• 67. Shadowkat �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:52 pm
65-Lol…aren’t we in sync?
• 69. FrigidSymphony .:[Blackjack Guillotine]:. �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:53 pm
66: Yes. We’re in Geneva. International city.
66-Nope. It might be a good idea to figure that out, though, guys…I vote Chicago, since it’s the MB headquarters city, and very good for this kind of a meeting to be based out of. Or we could go with London…that’s always fun. Ideas?
• 71. Prarilius Canix �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:55 pm
66- I’m guessing Chicago, that being a place of much importance in Muserism.
• 72. Robert Coontz (Administrator) �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 3:57 pm
Meanwhile, back in America it will be an election year (assuming America still exists and still holds elections). I wonder who’s running. Chelsea Clinton will only be 40 years old, and the Bush twins will be 38 — so, probably too young. Too bad. There might have been some satirical potential there. Oh, well, you can work out the details as necessary.
Who is the President, though? I’m betting it’s either Michael Jackson or Madonna.
• 73. the man for aeiou �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 4:00 pm
***
It happened at kokonvention #30 at muse hq. skadowkat was showing her make-alive 3000 with a computer and ’07 januray muse. she typed in a ramdom therd number and hit enter.the feed the muse in.the make-alive made a ring sound and a thing poped out.It was a bunney. then anouther and more! soin all of muse hq was filled will bunneys! some were paper and some were from that april day in ’07.
• 74. FrigidSymphony .:[Blackjack Guillotine]:. �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 4:02 pm
72: The president is either George Clooney, Jon Stewart or Chuck Heston. Either that or the US has become a monarchy under the Crowley/LaVey dynasty. Brilliant.
• 76. Prarilius Canix �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 4:04 pm
Prarilius Canix stood up, heaps of newspaper falling off the computer desk. It was so obvious. Why hadn’t he spotted it before?
He scribbled a few important points on a sheet of notebook paper, stuffed the sheet in his pocket, and dashed out into the rainy street, ignoring the funny look he got from the librarian.
“This could alter the fate of the entire world,” he thought. “They’ve got to know about it.”
He was so focused that he didn’t notice the figure standing nearby beneath an umbrella, or what that figure held in its free hand and was pointing at him.
There was a sharp crack, like a gunshot. In fact, that’s what it was. Prarilius Canix collapsed against the library wall and slowly slid to the ground.
((Note: I’ll either be dead or in the hospital when you see me next. I don’t mind if I’m dead, but I’d prefer the hospital.))
• 77. Shadowkat �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 4:05 pm
72-Randy Paul is the current President, following in the footsteps of his father, who was president from 2008-2016. Running are Randy Paul (going for his second term), Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Al Gore.
• 87. Kagcomix �|� June 22nd, 2007 at 4:33 pm
Kagcomix looked up, from where she was sitting (on the floor) the other MBers looked menacing in the flickering candle light.
“So they are real,” she muttered, coughed once and continued, “Animal shelters” as kagy coughed again she felt a slight twinge of pain in her left side, just below her ribcage. sometimes, mostly when she was agitated it hurt. she had been stabbed once many years ago defending what she believed right and the wound had never realy peoperly healed.
“What do you mean?” asked Alice, bending over to look at kagcomix.
“well, normal rabits multiply rapidly right? but the HPB’s are different, aren’t they spawned from talk of dogs vs. cats? and where better to find dogs and cats than at an animal shelter? I think we should check out the local shelters. I can do some volunteer work there while checking stuff out.” as Kagcomix finished she curled into child’s pose, her sword hugged to her stomach. Kagcomix was tired and her side hurt. She was worried, woried about everything because she didn’t know what to do. Kagy let the other MBers speech wash over her as she drifted off into thought. Kagy thought about everything that had brought her here, to this dark room with the large table, a room full of secrecy.
Kagy had been very young indeed when the strangers had shown her to the world wide web. she remembered all of it, she also remembered her other training. around the same time she was introduced to the WWW she began being attacked by strangers, strangers with swords. she fought them but with terrible consequences, kagy had lost her right arm and been stabbed in the left side. her arm was now replaced with a bionic one, but she still missed the flesh and bone that had once been part of her. As Kagcomix reflected she also realised how far she’d come, her then long hair had been cut short like a boy’s. somethings remained the same though, she was still tall and still even 13 years later she had a boyish figure. kagy rolled over onto her side. she was so tired. a loud bang filled the air. Kagy started and banged her head on the table.
“sorry” Frigid symphony said, “i didn’t know it actualy worked”
.
Frigid symphony held a gun in his hand. he smiled sheepishly,”sorry!” he said again.
“where exactly did you get that?” asked Shadowkat.
“Uh….this secret compartment thingy slid open when i put my hand on the table.”Frigid Symphony explained.
“Mabe there are more, but Frigid symphony, DON’T go pulling triggers indoors. It’s dangerouse!”alice snapped at him.
“Anybody have a laptop?” Sobriquet asked. “We should check the news. We should keep track of any more unexplained dissapearences or bunny sightings.”
Alice handed over a small silver notebook. “For writing.” she offered. “I take it everywhere.”
The group skimmed the headlines. One read “Man Shot At (Chicago? Geneva? Where are we?) Library”
“Wasn’t PC headed for the library?” E2MB asked.
Sobriquet clicked the link. At the top of the page was a picture of Pralius Canix lying unconcious on the library steps.
Alice stood up. “Well, I have to go,” she said. “Maybe I’ll go see the library. ‘Bye, all.” She left the room with a last wave to the MuseBloggers – or former MuseBloggers, seeing as MuseBlog had ceased to exist when the GAPAs had vanished ten years ago.
She didn’t have a car, and her bike was still at home. “Drat,” she muttered, realizing that she would have to take a taxi back to the hotel – or walk. She decided to walk.
Unfortunately, her sense of direction had never been very good, and she had taken a taxi to [insert wherever we met]. It was completely by accident that she turned onto a street and saw Prarlius Canix’s car parked by the curb. Maybe I’ll go see PC, she thought to herself. See how his research is coming along.
Kagcomix got up. people seemed to be leaving now so she guessed she should be too. she grabbed her sword and walked to the door. On the street the air felt good on her face. “i’ll go to the library to see how PC is besides, i want to pick up a book” she thought. a horriffic scene met her eyes as she reached the steps. police tape everywhere, and PC lying by the library doors. with a disregard for the police and everyone around her kagy ran towards PC.
“pralius, who did it, where did they go?” she whispered.
“dunno, they went down the side street” pralius gasped.
“It’s okay PC, i’ll get them. just don’t die” she smiled down at him before running off down a sidestreet. she didn’t need anyone dieing, at least not this early in the game.
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There was more after that because i remeber running away from people in bunny suits or something and fixing my bionic arm.
Okay, I’ve gotta go back to the previous thread and copy what’s left down.
Just before we start…
PEOPLEZ!!! PLEAZ, PLEAZ DO NOT LET THIS STORY DIE IT WAS THE PWNSOMEST STORY EVER UNTIL IT KIND OF DIED SO PLEAZ CONTINUE IT PLEAZ PLEAZ THANK YOU
Okay, I’m continuing from the last post
that made any sense….“I noticed that, [insert name]”* sighed BibloRose wearily. “Can you get about, (he counted heads) thirty mugs of tea ready? We have houseguests.”
*BibloRose should have the right to name the spouse.
I’m going to continue later, but I can’t until I get the name.
ME WANTS IN STORY. I was in, like the first leetle bit by PC (I think) and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t in it after that.
I’m waaay to lazy to read the whole entire thing, post by post, so if anyone has or is posted/posting the whole thing so far, gimme a link.
LETS JUST SAY… something came up (of the family-emergency type) and I had just arrived back. IN CHICAGO.
-must read the rest-
sry about the 2post, but I started the real thing and it’s really good! Like in the RRRs, some of the transitions are to quicks and some of the bits make no sense, but it’s interesting, suspenseful, and has a good plot and no Mary Sues! I’m sure someone who’s never heard of Muse or never been on the MB would find it an inunderstandable piece of crap, but MAYBE when it’s done someone (maybe me) could give it a tweak and make it nonMuser-friendly.
9- I thought we took out Biblio’s last post (no offence)? Because we were in a place built for students to live in and such…
10-Posting whole stories take a lot of space, so mostly, we only post when there is a great need. Is there a great need right now? Comments, please.
13- I found it, so it’s ok.
I’ll come in for a period of time, and then leave for some noble purpose. But I’ll wait ’till you guys go where I am. Wherever that is. I’ll enter unannounced.
How do I get into the story? Do we just start writing? Help me, I’ve never been on any of the writing threads, and this lookslike fun. Advise? Please? *begs and grovels*
16- write your self in.
How? does this just go like, you write something in, I read it and decide I want something else to happen so I write another chapter in? Or what? I’m horribly confuzzled.
18- yep. and then I write somthing after that, or jadestone does, or alice, or someone else.
18-Well, no, but kind of. You go from the last post that had part of the story (in this case, post 9) and continue what people said, and what happened. You can write a whole bunch, or just a paragraph, or even a sentance. And whatever you write, everyone else can continue from that. For example…
George of the Jungle
So Bob went to his house and ate an apple. And then his house exploded and he died.
George of the City
“So why did my house explode?” said Bob.
“I don’t know. Maybe your apple had a bomb.” said John.
So they went to the Sahara desert to find out.
George of the Ocean
In the desert, they met a camel who took them to Atlantas, and then they found out where the bombs were coming from and then a volcano erupted and sank Atlantas and the bombs and the camel and Bob and John.
Does that make any sence?
20- nope. I have been here for a year.
Hm. Read the threads. Just waiting for an oppurtune moment to introduce my character.
Are we starting from where THIS leaves off, or are we going from the last thread?
At one point when the story bogged down, I wrote a section in which all of the MBers got kidnapped and wound up reunited with the GAPAs on an island off the coast of Iceland, site of the newly built Muse Academy. And just recently, to pass the time, I’ve been sketching in some possible prequel material over on the “Kokonvention Scrapbook, Continued” thread. You don’t have to use any of it, but it’s there.
I think someone needs to write a quick summary of everything that has happened (or may have happened) so far, in chronological order.
I can’t give a summary right now for fear my mother will return and I won’t have looked at all my threads (she’s not too happy about how much time I spend on the computer), but I will later. And yes, we deleted the post with Biblio’s husband.
I can’t even remember what-all happened, so I can’t exactly give a summary. Sorry.
I’d quite like to join in. I think the Chairman (me, n00bs) would make a valuable addition to this.
27- that whould be good. could you be at muse acadmey as part of the staff? oh, I know! menber of the acdemey board!
I think I’d like to have been caught by the bunnies as a child, which would explain my long absence on the blog until recently. Then, I could escape, be re-caught shortly after, and imprisoned until either a) rescued by the Muse Academy folks, or two, I escaped again. I would be offered shelter at the Academy, and be recuperating, scarred by the horrors of being a captive of the bunnies. But when my fellow MBers came along, I would join the fight, spurred into action after hearing about their struggle and seeing them for the first time EVA.
Ok, where exactly is this going on? I’m confused. Notice how I actually bothered to type my title again.
24- I wholeheartedly concur, as most of this happened while I was in one of my lapses. This interests me and I’d like to get going, eh?
I’m really sorry, because I can’t even remember what’s happened! A lot of kidnapping, a lot of confusion, and some really frustrating parts, as well as the fun ones. My best advice to you is go and read the last draft of th whole story on the previous thread.
Yeah, what Alice said.
Um, on the last thread Rebecca was taken by the HPBs. I’ve been thinking about stuff I’d like to write, but I’m not sure I’m, er, qualified to do a summary. [I hate doing summaries, sorry guys.]
But what I remember happening was, all the MBers were taken to the Muse Academy, which is on an island in Iceland. I think. Anyway, Rebecca is somewhere, and the other GAPAs are talking about some sort of villan that we don’t even know the name of and somehow he’s tied into the reason there are two orphans at the Acadamy. So, from there, I’ve been thinking, and here’s what I came up with. If I’m horrible at this, I’m really sorry, please tell me nicely and I’ll go away.
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Midnight Fiddler came running into the room, late, as usual, and skidding on the tile floor.
“What’s going on?” She asked urgently. “I heard that Rebecca was gone, where is she?” The other GAPAs looked sheepish.
Rosanne spoke up first, “Well, we’re not really sure. None of us know where she went, when she, well, vanished. I don’t know how to put it…” She trailed off, looking at the others for help.
“But what have you done to find her?!” Fiddler exclaimed angrily, “Are you really that way? If so, man, was I duped.” The MuseBloggers looked uncomfortable, and worried.
“If that’s the way you treat your friends, then I’m out.” Fiddler started to turn.
“No, wait! Don’t go!” Rosanne called, looking around for some help.
“She’s, somewhere, with the HPBs, but we’re not sure where, like Rosanne said,” Robert started, “but she is safe, we do know that. She’s always had a, well, a way with the bunnies, and so she went with them to work on our project. We’ve kept in touch with her, we just don’t know where she is.”
A sigh of releif swept through the room. Then chatter broke out among the MBers again.
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Well, I dunno, that might start this up again….hope it’s not too badly written.
‘S fine. Because of my very sudden dread of school, I am not doing my homework. Because of that, I could write. If I dared.
If I didn’t have have block, that is.
Good. I was a bit worried, since I’ve never put any of my writing out for people to see. I like writing, I just don’t do much of it.
34- we dited that out. she is at M.A.
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the man for aeiou awoke from his sleep in the chair in the librey when people were talking he started to say something and then it started to be heard as a sound “rrrrr,rrrrr,r,r,r,r,r,,r”
“what is he saying?” asked purple panda
” round robin riting” said the man for aeiou ” the first one. phoenix know what is going to happen. she saw it in a dream back in 2005. the gapa replied “Not a plot, Phoenix–a prophecy! Haven’t you guessed what MuseBlog is all about?
Mysteriously,
GAPA”
I know now what I need to know. it is in space. but we need to find phoenix. she can aswer the questoins”
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don’t you see! the gapas have droped hints about a destiny! it is here: https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=79 nere the bottom. you will see it in post 172 and 173. this is weird.
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The door burst open, and in strode a tall stranger wearing mirrored aviator sunglasses. (Not just aviator sunglasses. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a black jacket, but I thought I’d mention the sunglasses.) “So, did you lot miss me? I’m sorry I missed everything that has happened before, but I am here now, ready to use my magnificent physique and godlike powers to help the cause!” he shouted, finishing the sentence by assuming a triumphant posture, fists on his hips and one foot on the table.
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Instantly, pies flew at him from all directions.
I like this fanfiction. There must be some way to get it back off the ground and moving again.
Hahahahaha! Brilliant, Robert! That was simply wicked!
I’ll join again. l’m bored.
“Jesus mike, can we go one meeting without old musebloggers barging in?”
“Anyway, l’d like to make an anouncement. This,” agagabagabag held up large metal tube, “ls the key lime pie cannon. You put your arm in and pull the lever, and it shoots a key lime pie, which makes bunnies shrivel up on contact. I can make more.”
When everyone just kept talking, he sat back down and sighed.
So, where are we now?
Well, l’m being ignored.
You think you’re the only one?!
No, no, l meant in the story. l did this because l’m ignored on here for the most part.
Come on, Ag, I don’t ignore you. I don’t mean to, anyway.
Grrr. Everytime I get an Idea, I forget it and then once I get on here I’ve got The Block. *is pissed*
Dead! AGAIN! Come ON peoples. I’m gonna try to start it up again tomarrow.
49- Good.
Suddenly there was a loud cracking sound from the ceiling. Everyone looked up to see the ceiling begin to split under the weight of what appeared to be … pie.
Nice try.
Yeah. not perfect.
Oh, and looking back, l refuse to have randy paul be my president. And if Ron Paul was elected and reelected, l wouldn’t be in the country.
To be honest, shadowkat, l’ll think it’s hilarious if that’s mentioined in the story if someone else wins. Which they probably will. lt’s not that l don’t like him, it’s that he’s just not the most likely in my book.
53- I know. I was just trying to get the story going again.
” now that I have your attention,” said TMFA as he slid a blank check over to Robert, for roof damage, “
Why for dead? I’d write myself in, if there was anything to write in to. The world needs moar 28-year-old hobo Penty.
The silver Toyota Corrola pulled into the motel parking lot, its electric engine purring. After a few seconds, a young women got out; swinging a briefcase over her shoulder, she pulled out a card and opened the room. 42. She smiled. It figures.
After a trip back to the car to get a suitcase with her clothes, she opened the briefcase, and took out a small Macintosh laptop. She plopped down on the bed, open the laptop, and waited.
There wasn’t anything interesting in the news; there hadn’t been since that story about the man who got shot in Chicago. (In a the library, of all places.) At least there was nothing on the Prophet and his followers.
I’ll finish this later.
She shook her head and closed her eyes, pressing her fingers to her temples.
No reason to think about that now. I had good reasons to leave. Muse stopped becoming what is right, and became what was popular. It’s part of my past now.
She checked her e-mail; unfortunately, there was nothing from her editor. What did she expect anyway? It had only been a few days since they approved her manuscript.
There was, however, a message, one that appeared to have been sent from herself. It was probably just spam, or one of her brother’s college buddies trying to prank her. But she opened it anyway.
There was just one line.
Mina Baka Desu- you are needed.
Mina barely caught the computer before it hit the floor. No one had called her that in ten years.
***
Some things never change. In South Dakota, there was still a small town called Merlow, with an Italian restaurant that still served killer calzones bigger than your head.
Mina bit into her’s, savoring the mix of mushrooms, peppers, and other vegetables. It was almost enough to make her forget.
PEOPLE!!! WE NEED TO START OVER!!! No? Let’s use Robert’s beginning, and start over with a vague plan. How about we use the Prophet as a villain, because if we don’t decide on a villain, all will become chaos.
Well, that wasn’t very effective.
Oh, well, you tried. I’m glad you like my beginning, anyway.
Bump.
Sigh. this was so good last summer.
I’m here! And I would write, except I have a great idea for my own take on a Bunny Apocalypse…
*is here also*
*static*
My name’s Arnold Livingstone. They asked me to give a first-hand account of the beginning of the outbreak, probably because I’m one of the only people alive who still remembers it. [Laughter] Anyway, I was only about five at the time. We were driving down North Lake Shore, and there was this whole area cordoned off near the North Sheridan intersection. Right near Belmont Harbor, you know. And… and as we got closer, I could see that the asphalt was all broken up, you know? Like somebody had dropped a bomb on it. There were all these policemen and, I don’t know, federal agents surrounding it, but we got a clear view of what was inside it. It was like a huge gray egg, but rotted away or corroded so there was a giant hole in the top, and cracks all around the edges. And there was a big wobbly shape, like a sackful of pink Jello, maybe five feet around, resting right inside the egg.
One of the policemen- he was maybe 20, 19, just a kid, barely- walked up to it… reached out… and then… [long silence]
I’ll always remember that splattering noise, like an egg smashing. And that scream.
*static*
68- !!! Is that a personal thing, or an RRR thing?
69- RRR, if it pleaseth thee.
*static*
I am Louise Whittaker, biologist. When I first heard about the outbreak, I was visiting relatives in Canada. By the time the FBI got hold of me, the entire Chicago metropolitan area had been put under quarantine. They showed up in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner and choppered me out.
We landed the helicopter on a rise a little ways away from the perimeter. There was smoke everywhere, and we could see a couple of fires burning around overturned cars. Chicago was in chaos. There were people running towards the perimeter, frantic, being seized by the armed forces, scanned, and then let through. Some weren’t. [suppressed sob, long pause]
We saw our first zombies a few minutes later. Zombie isn’t really the proper term, of course- they’re not technically dead- but it’s the one the media adopted, and it stuck. Anyway, I could easily tell, even from so far away, there was something wrong with them. Their skin was unnaturally flushed, almost magenta, but they showed no other signs of exertion. It looked like someone had just dusted them with rouge. As they got closer, I saw that their eyes were very pale, as though the pigment had been washed out. Then the military opened fire, and… I’m sorry. I can’t go on. Turn it off. [faintly] We just assumed it was incurable… how many lives could we have saved if we searched for the cure right aw…
*static*
70- OK.
*static*
Ellen, Ellen Stuart. I was in the middle of a game of Scrabble with my family when…when…it…happened. I’ll never forget…I had just played…just played…”pink.” And then the radio announced that everyone was to lock their doors and windows…and on no account let anyone come in. And I just sort of stared at the board, and my eldest daughter ran around the house locking the doors, and we barricaded them, and my husband got his gun…but it was no good, no good… They came in anyway, smashed open the doors, and the gun didn’t do anything, they just hopped out of the way. And they smashed the coffee table…the game…and all the pieces went skittering away under the couch and the TV, and then… then… Oh, I can’t… no, I can. And we tried to run…I hid in the closet with my son and they didn’t find us, but they found my daughter, they found Marianne…and, and Harry… and they…they… [sobbing]
*static*
can I join in?
*static*
Cpl. Raymond Lopez. I was stationed outside the Chicago perimeter when the outbreak went into Stage Two. Of course, I didn’t know that at the time. All I knew was there were a bunch of pink, fuzzy balls hurtling down the street towards our outpost, bouncing and rolling. A bunch of them were breaking into houses along the sides of the road, and I could hear the screams even from so far away… It was so [expletive] absurd- I mean, they looked like kids’ toys, or something off Teletubbies… we weren’t really afraid until we heard the screams.
Then they smashed through the barricade. One of them got hung up on the barbed wire, and I got a close look at it before Sergeant Morris blew it away. It was like a disembodied head, pink and furry all over, and it had what looked like long ears… I remember thinking it looked like a rabbit head… and then more of them vaulted over. One of them got Sanders. He was a good guy, had a wife and kids… The thing wrapped its ears around the back of his head, stared into his eyes… I tell ya, it was like [expletive] Alien. One of us got it off, but Sanders turned around and knocked me over, ripped through the barricade, and rushed off into the night. I remember thinking “Oh, God, he’s been zombified…” but it was worse than that. I could see him twitching… like the bones were re-shaping themselves under his skin. And his ears started growing…
Two of them jumped on him before he’d gone a hundred yards. There was a slicing sound… and then another of them got up from the ground where he’d fallen, and there was this slurping noise…
Well, I musta gone into shell-shock or something right then, because the next thing I know, I wake up in the hospital, and the TV’s warning everyone to get out of the Chicago area because they’re going to bomb it.
*static*
A little bit of explanation: Stage One is where Bunny Alpha (the creature inside the gel sac, described by Mr. Livingstone) is just creating zombies in order to protect itself and establish a warren (bunny nest). In Stage Two, it feels secure enough to start bunnifying some of its victims, and then going out with them to bunnify some more. I imagine Stage Three is when it begins breeding exotic variants (helibunnies, etc.) and using them to spread the dominion of the warren.
Just an idea: I think it’ll be more original if we do this strictly from the perspective of normal people (non-Musers). Musers may appear, but please keep them fictional (no self-insertion into the story).
*static*
I’m Adam Montgomery, or just Adam. [Pause] I guess it’s just a fluke that I survived, or at least, survived unharmed. I guess not a lot of people did. I was young, twelve actually, and I was locked in my dad’s office building with him. They call it Stage Two, now, but then it felt like it must’ve been Stage Two Hundred. I’d been in there for ages, all the employees plus me locked in the big conference room, eating dry crackers and making hollow jokes. And then there was a scream.
It wasn’t the first scream, mind you, but it was close–really close.
I’ve met people who break down in tears if you so much as mention…the Incident, but I’m not one of ’em. I watched my dad go, and his coworkers, almost every one of them. I hit them on the heads with bottled water, standing on the conference table, screaming at the top of my lungs until I was rescued. They said I was a hero, that I’d fought fifty of the creatures and came out unscathed. They expected me to have nightmare upon nightmare, they sent me to twenty-three psychiatrists before I turned eighteen… They found nothing wrong with me. I’m perfectly normal, I guess.
It’s funny.
*static*
*static*
Sandra Silverman, pilot. I flew one of the escort fighters for the Chicago mission. We were coming out of the southeast, and Rand and I were flying alongside one of the big bombers. All air traffic in the area had been canceled, so it was a real surprise when a 747 lifted past us from Ohare. There were all these little pink blots hovering around it, and as soon as they spotted us they swerved in. I didn’t get a good look at any of them, but they seemed a lot like the bunnies we saw earlier… I forget who started calling them that, maybe one of those Comedy Central amateurs, but the name stuck… they really did look like rabbit heads.
Anyway, their ears were just a sort of blur, like helicopter blades, and they swarmed us. A couple of them smashed someone’s canopy, I have no idea how the hell they did that, those things are supposed to be bulletproof… They got inside with him and zombified him, I guess, and he turned around and started shooting at us. The commander yelled at us to get out, and then he was cut off, I don’t know what happened to his plane.
I lost them in some high cloud and managed to land somewhere in Wisconsin. It was only a few hours later that I heard the news about Washington DC, how the 747 had landed there and about a hundred bunnies jumped out. They had zombies with them, too… captured most of the city within 24 hours. I think that was the beginning of the end… for the USA, anyway.
I sometimes wonder if I could have stopped them, if I’d shot the plane down instead of running away. I always tell myself it wasn’t my fault, they’d just have taken me out and launched another plane, I’d only have delayed it a few minutes, and besides there was no way to predict what would have happened after that… there are so many variables that could have changed, if that hurricane hadn’t hit
AtlantaCharleston, if the Musers hadn’t popped out of nowhere and offered the human race one more chance, if that shot had been a millimeter off in the battle of Kyushu… nothing might have turned out the way it did. The bunnies might have won. I should be grateful that we won.I keep telling myself that, but I don’t really believe it.
Whoops- change Atlanta to Charleston, please.
May I join?
78- Sure! Please do the oral histories from the perspective of normal people, and although Musers may appear, do not use the names of actual MuseBloggers. This is intended to be a more realistic take on Bunny Apocalypse.
Shall we introduce a new character for every segment, or stick with a set number of characters to narrate the story? So far, we’ve got…
Sandra Silverman
Adam Montgomery
Raymond Lopez
Ellen Stuart
Louise Whittaker
Arnold Livingstone
Which brings me to a problem. Livingstone says he’s one of the few people alive who remembers the beginning of the outbreak, but right after that five other people start narrating, some of them much older than him. We’ll need to remove that section.
*static*
Chloe MacAnanny, McDonalds hamburger-flipper person. Pink was always my favorite color, but it’s not like you’re even allowed to say that anymore without being hauled away to the loony bin. During stage one, I was wondering why the restuarant was so empty when it crackled through the intercom… [deep breath] Ooh, it was horrible. Like some sort of screetching, and then silence before the four other people eating fell out of their chairs. I saw a flash of pink out
Oh dear. I hate these stupid boxes. Continuing…
out side the window, preceded by running people, tons of them, and I joined them running toward the edge, away from the mass of pink. People were scrambling over the fences, but most got caught by those… [long silence] those monsters, but me and Jackie and Blaine got over. Mom and the rest of them were still stuck when the bombing started, down in the basement. I still go there, y’know, every year. Painful, but lotsa other people do it. I’ts not like everybody else didn’t loose family too. My bestie Jeff lost his whole family… [shuddering breath[ I’m lucky. Really lucky to have Jackie and Blaine and everybody who helped me when the bombs dropped and everything was gone…
*static*
Hi. I’m Rachel Thompson. I was attacked by some hot pink bunnies in Washington DC.
I wouldn’t even have been there if not for a twelve-hour layover heading back from Paris. I decided to see Washington DC. I wish I didn’t.
*crackling* Sigh. I really wish I was never there. It was a blur, honestly. I had just left the airport, and was wandering around, then some bunnies hopped out of the airport, but there was something odd about them. They were hot pink, I realized. Bunnies aren’t normally hot pink.
Then some people stalked out of the airport, but there was something weird about them. They were sprouting ears and turning pink. I realized there was something strange about these bunnies.
And there was no way they could be peacemakers.
I started to run. I ran more than humanly possible (in high heels, at least).
I ran until I couldn’t run anymore. They gained on me, until finally smothering me. Flailing about, I hit one in the ear. It collapsed.
Energized, I poked more in the ears until I was free. I ran. I saw children, babies turning pink… Some were being killed… I started sobbing, even as I ran. I ran straight into a man who was standing still, frozen, horrified. He whispered, “The hot pink bunnies have come. The Bunny Apocalypse is upon us.”
I said, “Excuse me, sir? But I think you should run. I’m Rachel Thompson, by the way.”
“Glad to meet you. I’m Robert Coontz, and take this.” He handed me a gun, then headed right into the hot-pink chaos.
I followed suit, shooting as many blobs of hot pink as I could. After some of the dust had cleared, DC was in chaos. As far as I could see, only 2 survivors were left: Mr. Coontz and I.
*static*
More later, I’m being called to go.
*static*
My name is Arthur Shasta. I’m… I was… assistant to the Secretary of State during the Bunny War. The President and Veep were both killed or zombified in the attack on Washington DC, so the Speaker of the House had become interim President. We were all in Virginia somewhere- I wasn’t sure of the exact location…
Everyone was frantic. Even though Chicago had been bombed, a few hundred bunnies had escaped and established a new nest in Milwaukee. There were reports that they’d landed in New York and Los Angeles, too, and they’d learned from their mistakes. They’d cordoned off areas in the city centers and herded a few thousand un-zombified humans into them, as hostages. There was a huge argument in the Cabinet whether or not the bombardment of those cities was justified. A few radicals were proposing nuking any areas of bunny infestation, whereas a few radicals at the other end of the spectrum were proposing a truce. The US army was being pulled out of every area where it was deployed in order to fight the invasion. It was hard to believe that a single bunny could have multiplied so quickly and caused so much chaos.
There were also reports of creatures that hadn’t been seen before: something between bunny and zombie seen shambling through Manhattan, a squadron of flying bunnies progressing south from Los Angeles… Some people were predicting the end of the world, calling it the Bunny Apocalypse.
83- Hmm, should we have Robert in the story? We don’t have the MuseBloggers…
I sort of enjoy being the last man in Washington, but feel free to change him to someone else if you like.
I think we can include the GAPAs. The reason I thought we should prohibit the naming of specific MBers was to prevent the blatant self-insertion that took place in the first MB Fanfic.
Just don’t kill us, please.
These are amazing.
*wanders off*
88- You’ll survive. Captain Silverman’s account implies that you’ll save the human race, as well.
But things get worse before they get better…
*static*
My name is Joseph Thatcher.
The bunnies hit the international news a few days after the infestation of Chicago started, but by the time the invasion went into Stage Three, you couldn’t turn on the television without seeing a report of the latest bunny expansion. London’s streets were full of nuts… Flying Sorcerers, prophets of doom, you name it. There was one bloke in Trafalgar Square claiming that ancient Aztec gods were returning to wreak their vengeance or something like that. The UN was in an uproar, of course… they’d been meeting in Tokyo ever since New York was overrun. With the exception of some of the craziest military dictatorships, all wars had been put on hold. You read about this sort of thing in science fiction novels, but it’s a very different matter when you see it happening around you.
The situation, as I understand it, was grim. I didn’t know all the details, of course, but it’s very hard not to become an expert on a subject that the news is showing every single day. From Hartford to Virginia Beach, the East Coast of America was overrun. So was the western shore of Lake Michigan, with only one enclave that still resisted them- ironically, Chicago, which was where they landed in the first place. Apparently a detachment of the armed forces had been cut off there, along with hundreds of refugees, and they were holding out quite well. Then there was Los Angeles… San Diego had emptied within the first week, all the people evacuated. The bunnies swept southward nearly unopposed. Armies weren’t trained to fight this kind of enemy, where every casualty on your side meant reinforcements for them. There was even talk of incursions into Baja California.
I was walking past the British Museum one day, thinking about all this. I wasn’t panicking by any means- I don’t think I understood the full scope of the threat yet. I don’t think any of this did. But I was sufficiently occupied with the problem that I noticed when one of the people on the front steps mentioned the word “bunny.”
One of them was a tall, well-built fellow, about fifty, I’d guess, with a pleasant, roundish face. The other was a young woman with reddish-brown hair.
I don’t quite remember the exact details of the conversation, but it ran something like this.
“This is insane,” the woman said. “We role-played it, joked about it… but to find it real?”
“That’s what I wanted to speak with you about. You see, Rosanne and I have discovered evidence that the original idea of hot pink bunnies… was not.”
“Not what?”
“Original. We’re not sure, but we think that all the ‘research’ we did on the subject… that is, making it up… was actually being subconsciously influenced somehow.”
“By what? For what purpose?”
“We don’t know that either. Maybe a message… or a warning.”
This segment is not over. I’ll continue it later.
I think we ought to do a segment from the point of view of someone in the ruins of Chicago, holding out against the bunnies. I might do that later, but feel free to steal it.
Note: the man in the Joseph Thatcher segment is Paul Baker.
86 – Okay! I thought you’d like it!
*static* Hey, I’m back. I had to take a phone call.
Back to the story.
Anyway, we turned on a radio, and…
Well, John, that’s all, I guess — wait — there have been reports of attacks on DC, Chicago — we both gasped at this — Milwaukee, LA, Manhattan, even Iceland… We turned off the radio and looked at each other, horrified. We said at the exact same time —
“My apartment –”
“The MUSE HEADQUARTERS – Muse Academy –”
I started crying again. Robert stood up. “I hear whirring. The bunnies are coming. We have to run.”
“But –”
“Now.” I stood up and started running for my life. We wound up, hours later, in the countryside. We saw a shadow and drew our weapons. We heard quiet sobbing, and crept in closer. It was a human. A non-zombified human.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I’m a nobody. A MuseBlogger.” He shook his head. “But you wouldn’t know Muse. You’re too… too… normal.”
“Au contraire,” said Robert, stepping into view. “I’m Mr. Coontz.”
The kid — he looked maybe twelve, thirteen — gasped audibly and asked, “Did you hear about Chicago? Reykjavik?”
Robert nodded mournfully. “Unfortunately, yes.” He stood upright again. “We have to hurry. The HPBs are coming.”
I nodded. “Let’s go.” We ran some more… and…
Okay, you know what? My family’s gone, my friends are gone… I don’t want to talk about this anymore.
*static*
Wow, that could have been a fanfiction. *takes deep breath* Phew.
((Exciting! I wonder who should play us GAPAs in the movie. Cate Blanchett for Rebecca, maybe… Robbie Coltrane for Paul? Carol Kane would have been good for Rosanne once, but she’s too old now. And for me… hmm… I don’t know… Alan Rickman?))
92- I don’t think that fits the story. It’s basically the near future of our world. Muse Academy is still completely imaginary.
94 – Aww, I worked so hard on that! Oh well. Just omit the parts mentioning MA and Iceland.
Darn. I wish I could join.
But I hate writing RRRs. They always seem to come out really corny.
91- I’ll steal it, if you don’t mind.
*static*
The name’s Bella, Bella Rogers. I lived in Chicago at the time. I had a nice apartment, a cat, a little vegetable garden in my window-boxes. I was going to get a degree in English and become a teacher… [pause] And then the bunnies came. For days, I watched people getting zombified, added to their numbers… it was horrible. [shaky breath] Horrible. But that’s not the part you wanted to hear, is it?
After a while, it got better. Some guy on the fifth floor got everyone still…still normal and took us all into his apartment. He had a working radio, told us we all had to get over to the Muse offices. So we all armed ourselves with chair legs and some guy’s pistol and marched over there.
I’m not done with this; I’ll get back to it later.
96- How do you mean?
Wow, this thread has been open for a long time… I think I’ll start another one tomorrow.
98- First person writing often seems to end up really melodramatic.
100- Ah.
Oh, wow. I forgot about this fanfic for…gee, a long while.
Nobody’s been here all day, so…
*static* Hi! I’m Krista – not Krystal, Krista – and I’m six and a half years old. My favorite color’s pink. [pause] This thing is weird. *crackling*
[in the background:] Please don’t touch the recorder.
Am I being interviewed?
[in the background:] Yes. Will you please cooperate and tell us about the bunnies? We’ll give you a cookie afterward.
Fine. Well, I was walking with my mommy to the store – Kroger – to pick up groceries, because we were running out of food. I was very hungry for strawberries, so we were getting strawberries. [pause] You know, this is really boring.
[in the background:] Please continue. We need this info. *sigh* Kids.
Fine. So, we went into Kroger, and we bought strawberries and bread and Cheetos and granola bars and cereal and —
[in the background:] Please continue, Krystal.
It’s KRISTA! Anyway, we check out our food and walked back home. Then, I asked Mommy if I could play outside, and she said yes.
THIS ISN’T OVER!
IS ANYONE HERE??? Echo… echo… echo… echo…
Continuing…
?
Okay, so I went outside, and I brought Glitzy.
[in the background:] Who’s Glitzy?
My pet dog. She’s a white beagle/Maltese mix. But she’s not real. She’s a stuffed dog. But she’s cute. I love doggies. They’re cute. You know, I have a book about doggies.
[in the background:] Please continue.
Okay, so I brought Glitzy outside, and I saw a pink bunny there! I love pink. And this bunny was so cute! It looked like —
[in the background:] Like
Yeah! Like that! It was cute. So I tried to pet it. But it bit me! So I said, “Bad bunny. Bad.” Then it ran away and went into my house, so I went back inside too. But the bad pink bunny was talking to Mommy, so I said, “Mommy, be careful! That’s a bad bunny.” Then, it growled at me! So, I ran outside. I walked around and I hugged Glitzy. I was scared. Then I went back inside, but Mommy wasn’t there! So I said, “Mommy? Mommy? MOMMY?” This I started crying. Mommy wasn’t there! Then the bad, bad bunny came back! And he told me to go with him but I said no because he’s a bad bunny! But he took me with him. He made me. Then he took me to this place with a lot of bunnies! I tried to pet some of the cute pink bunnies but they frowned at me! I don’t like being frowned at! Then, one of the pink bunnies took me to this room. They hurt me! They poked me, and hit me, and pinched me.
Look, can I have that cookie already?
[in the background:] *sigh* Fine. Here you go.
Yay! Cookie! Bye-bye, peoples!
*static*
That was easier then I thought it would be.
*static*
What else do you want? I told you all– Oh, is this thing on?
[in the background] Yes, could you please tell us what you know about Muse, or MuseBlog, or the GAPAs?
I don’t know anything! Do they have anything to do with the bunnies? #$%& the bunnies!
[in the background] Please refrain from using strong language. This is for historical and informational purposes.
I don’t care! They took pretty much everything anybody had for sure, you know. Families were torn apart, friends lost, houses destroyed,! Madness. Absolute chaos. I didn’t even have a house, or family or friends. I lived on hwhat used to be a bench oin between a gas station and 7/11. Those of us who were unprotected, homewless in Atlanta were gone first, because we had nowhere to run. I got through those damn bunnies all by myself, four of ’em! Beat ’em over the head with a crowbar. Didn’t make ’em crumble like they should, but at least they got dizzy enough for me to run away. The heads were next. There were a whole bunch of ’em just laying around, looking dead until they tried to…
Look, can I go?
[in the background] Yes, you myay leave.
Good! [mumbled] I don’t even knwo why I agreed to this stupid interview…
*static*
Nobody’s been here all day long.
*static* The name’s Bond. Jamie Bond.
Anyway, I was reenacting a scene from Live and Let Die when they came.
They swarmed all over the city.
What? Were “they” hot-pink bunnies? What, are you crazy? There’s no such thing. These were… homicidal vegetarians!
[in background:] Get him outta here.
Wait! No! I can HELP you! Nooooooooooooo!
*static*
Now, if you’ll excuse me, my comment box just shrank because I’m using IE 7, now Firefox as I usually do.
I’m back! And veryvery glad that there have only been four posts in the time I was gone. I was expecting there to be a couple hundred, and I’d have had no chance of catching up…
107-
You’re back. They’re looking for Quentin Stuart. I told them you’d be back tomorrow, but it’s today!
Incidentally, where did you go?
This is continued from Joseph Thatcher’s POV.
Naturally, I was quite curious about this, and so I did something that in hindsight seems a little foolish. I followed them into the museum.
“What about the other two GAPAs?” the woman said. “Any word?”
The man swallowed. “Well, Robert… he was in D.C. when the plane landed.”
“My God, that’s awful. I… What about Rebecca?”
“That’s the good news. As soon as they reached Virginia, she got out. All the civilian air traffic is grounded, so she drove as far as she could, going south. She was in Key West as of yesterday when she called me, trying to get on a boat to Cuba. She’s probably in Havana by now, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Rosanne shows up here too… she’s flying in from Berlin.”
“That’s a relief. I hear there’s been invasion as far south as Atlanta, and they’re beginning to penetrate Maine. You were saying?”
To be continued!
108- Monterey Bay!
107 –
Yeah, it was unusually slow.
I may make another one, but I liked my Krista one best.
(109) ((They’ll never take me alive, and I’ll die knee-deep in Lapin à la Cocotte!))
112 – But you do live! You run away, remember?
((Oh, I know. That was just heroic posturing. You have to admit it’s a good line.))
114- Je conviens.
114 –
Joseph Thatcher, continued.
They vanished into a room marked Employees Only, and I’m sorry to admit that I listened at the door. It was slightly ajar, and I could see that they had set up a big, old-fashioned projection screen. It was a huge sort of storage room, so there was nobody else in there.
Wait, no, there was one other bloke… dark, long hair, stereotypical metalhead. He called out their names… I don’t remember what the woman’s name was, though. “Glad you could make it. Paul, I heard you had discovered something about these bloody bunnies…” He shook his head. “It’s like [expletive] April Fool’s Day all over again. What did you and Rosanne find?”
“Well… ” Paul crossed the room and turned on the projector. It showed a short loop of a wavy line, like a heart-rate scan, over and over in a distinctive pattern. “It all started when Rosanne volunteered for a revolutionary new brain scanning technique. Her results showed a unique pattern that only appeared in two others out of a hundred test subjects. Both were Musers.
The supervisors humored her hunch and tested again with other Muser subjects, proving it wasn’t a coincidence. With typical flamboyance, the high-ups dubbed this pattern the Mnemosyne Wave, after the mother of the classical Muses.
Rosanne wasn’t satisfied. She wanted to pinpoint the trigger. So she played various images and sound files while they were being tested… tenrecs, various Muses and so on.”
“Let me guess. The trigger was a bunny, right?” said the other man.
“Yes, and the wave occurred with greater frequency in MBers… even when they heard things that were even remotely connected with the bunnies.”
“That’s bizarre,” the woman said.
“Yes, and this is the important bit. A while ago, Arecibo picked up a radio signal that was similar in most particulars to the Mnemosyne Wave. Then, 24 hours later, the capsule landed in San Francisco.”
“Then what are you saying?” Metalhead asked. “There was some sort of… telepathic transmission… warning us about the bunnies? That’s ridiculous.”
“Do you have a better explanation?”
“No, that’s true. But why would it target only Musers?”
“I don’t know. There is still much we don’t understand about this. Rosanne will arrive in a few hours to detail our plan of action… ”
At this point, I figured they were a bunch of Trafalgar Square crackpots like all the rest, so I just walked on. Of course, after the Battle of Kyushu, I felt like a right fool… but there’s no cause for that, is there? What rational human would have believed them?
*static*
Whoops, not San Francisco, Chicago. Sorry, I keep getting big cities mixed up.
*static*
Dennis Webster. I lived in Chicago during the first outbreak. Our apartment building weathered the worst of the attacks: we got advance warning from an amateur radio operator, so we raided all the grocery stores for canned food, brought it inside and barricaded all the doors. The first week wasn’t as bad as you’d think, but we saw horrible things on the streets outside. They’d begun cultivating strange plants and things that looked like fungi which just put roots down overnight and tore up the roads. At night you’d hear them celebrating, a horrible squeaky screeching that I still have nightmares about. Sometimes they battered on the doors, but it wasn’t until the second Wednesday that they broke into the lobby. Somebody cut off the power to the elevators, but they just sent helibunnies up the shafts and through the windows.
Mom and I escaped with little Sabrina, running through the ruins of the city until we collapsed. We just lay there in a dumpster the rest of the night, watching them patrol the sky. They’d begun burning down buildings, or else dismantling them and using them to construct weird machines we had no clue about. I learned later that the Chicago warren was farthest along: none of the others had passed Stage Three yet at the time.
The bombs started falling in the early morning. It was pure luck we escaped. I think I was just waiting for it to end, because we didn’t try to move or get away. I remember seeing the Sears Tower fall.
Next thing I knew, it was morning. I was a bit confused at first, but I found out we’d been picked up by a detachment of the Air Force who had been forced down by the helibunnies. They’d gotten into a space where the wrecks of buildings formed an easily defensible, effective barricade. There were a few hundred civilian survivors, as well. The bunnies had made a few attacks in the night, but after the first wave was shot down, they seemed to have given up.
Continued!
I just started a story called “Here Be Dragons (And Other Things You Probably Shouldn’t Bother)” using the *static* idea.
119- An oral history via tape recorder, huh?
Here’s a problem. The *static* seems to imply that it’s being recorded on an actual magnetic-tape recorder, which seems unlikely given that it’s set in the near future. Perhaps an EMP over a certain area in the late stages of the war wiped out most modern computer technology and caused widespread blackouts?
Dennis Webster, contd.
The Air Force people seemed to be taking charge- organizing rations, creating makeshift weapons… everything. I don’t remember much about the earliest days. I do remember one event really clearly, though. We woke up in the early morning three days after we’d gotten to the Camp… Nobody had a name for it. When you’re fighting for your life, the world contracts, I guess. You lose the wide perspective. They didn’t care what the history books would call it, or how they would distinguish it from all the other camps in the world. They just called it the Camp.
Anyway, it was before dawn, though I don’t remember exactly what time. There was a mob on the street outside… maybe fifty people. The ringleader was a scruffy guy in his forties, I think. Don’t remember his name. Anyway, they’d all stocked up a ton of food that the Air Force had confiscated for rationing out. They were getting awfully close to our section of the Camp… a few officers were trying to stop them, but they weren’t having much luck. One woman… stocky, blond crew cut, I think… was telling them that if they wanted the protection of the Camp, they would have to share their resources. The leader of the mob pulled out a pistol… and…
The officers started shooting into the crowd. We ran at that point, but I could hear the gunshots… A few of them escaped, but they couldn’t have lasted long in Chicago, what with the bunnies and all.
There were a few other riots like that in the Camp, but fortunately nothing that overthrew the leadership. We’d all have died if that happened… but there was a lot of animosity toward them, even so. When circumstances are desperate, people are driven to do awful things just to survive… and even the people they’re, in the long run, protecting hate them. I wonder what it must have been like for those downed pilots… they saved what was left of Chicago, they saved thousands of people, but they were despised for it, even though the heroes of the Bunny War were cheered for far less.
*static*
OK, that was pretty depressing. Let’s have a lighter point of view next to balance it out, shall we?
*finds MBFanFic#1 by accident*
*reads*
Oh, wow! This is awesome!
*reads second thread*
What the heck? This is going bad…. It’s so obvious that the GAPAs are fake and on the bad side, and then you have to make the story all unrealistic just so you can avoid that? Hmph….
*reads third thread*
Awww, come on, guys! You had an interesting story going there, in the first thread at least! Don’t just leave it by the side of the road! Pleeeeeease?
GAPAs, please close the thread. I see a story by the side of the road.
No, Let´s all come here! This thing is pretty awesome; let´s bring it back to life…
What about we do the following: what we read here is actually a journal, e-mailed back to everyone over the MB sever, since someone came into MB and sent it as a cry for help…
COME HERE !
Or let’s just come to Greenland… I have a
totally irrealisticgood story about how I can end up there…Oh my. Someone is actually on this thread. I am freaked. This is awesome.
Bookgirl–Greenland? Whataboutit? Are we, like, writing this over again, or what? It’s going to be freaky trying to RP with so many people who aren’t on the blog anymore, but we can try….
Heh. I remember my fanfiction. I was making it up as I went along. It was okay, but I bet I could write a better one over the summer, if I have time…
I also remember the static thing. Man, good times.
Armada- I’m open. Looking back, we should probably go with a version where they’re captured… Whatever you prefer.
I was writing an MB fanfic when I was on the boat, but it’s really bad and I’d be ashamed to post it on here. It didn’t even really have a plot. Oh well.
127- I don’t know…. whatever you think. I can’t even really remember the story anymore, but I don’t think the GAPAs that they meet should be the real GAPAs. The story was getting all twisted just so they could be real, and there was a lot of pushing and pulling and unnecessary and unrealistic twists so that people could have them be real/fake as they wanted. What do you think?
122- It was quite good, wasn’t it?
130- Yes. ‘Twas indeed.
All right, how about if we just start at post#….I dunno, 287 on the second thread? That seems to be where all the problems started…. well, actually the problems started before that, but that seems like a good place to break off.
Bookgirl-Are we making the GAPAs fake or not? I’d like to, but I want assurance that that’s not just my idea.
132) I think they should be fake. If they were real, it would be…odd. (in this case)
133- Okay then. Let us begin. I hope you don’t mind if I write you in as well. (Though we really need to get more people on this thread… perhaps I’ll do a BlogAd.)
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Rosanne opened her mouth and slowly began to speak. “The….er, bad guy of this whole thing has sabotaged our realizer. It can be fixed, but for right now, we couldn’t create a real Muse. You’re right. The Urania you saw was not the real Urania. She was–” She broke off as there was a loud crash from somewhere in the room. Everyone turned to look.
The door to the library was no longer existent. In its place was a large hole in the wall, and two unidentified figures were standing inside it.
“You guys!” one of them called out. “Hurry! We haven’t got much time!”
“Who the heck are you?” FS snapped. “And why did you just blow up the door?”
“Oh… that’s right. You wouldn’t know us, would you.” The speaker, a violently red-haired woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties, turned to the other person [insert bookgirl_me description here]. “This is going to be harder than I thought. A lot of these guys left before we joined.”
“Well?” Widdershins asked.
The other woman sighed. “We’re MuserBloggers too, from 2008. I’m Bookgirl_me, and this is Armada. We’ve been trying to track you guys down for ages.”
“And why the…er, dramatic entrance?” Robert, who had been staring in shock, finally recovered enough to ask.
Armada, if that was her name, glared at him. “You know very well why.” She turned to the MuseBloggers. “These are not the real GAPAs. They’re the ones behind all the things that have been happening to you lately. They kidnapped you to bring you here, for Kokopelli’s sake! This isn’t even Iceland. They’re trying to get you to carry out whatever dastardly plan they have in store. And yeah, I know I sound cliche. But it’s true.”
“But… but we asked them questions from the Q&A!” Sobriquet protested. “And they look like the GAPAs! Paul speaks Elizabethan and everything!”
“Honestly,” Bookgirl_me said. “Is that all it takes to make you believe them? Q&A questions? I could memorize the answers to all the ones that you’d be likely to ask them in about half an hour. An Elizabethan accent? You’ve come low, guys.”
“All right, we haven’t got much proof,” E2MB admitted. “But we’ve got less proof that you are who you say you are.”
Armada turned to TMFA and POSOC ((I’m assuming we’re changing PC’s name to POSOC)) [and anyone else who’s there and knows us]. “Come on, guys. You know us. Back me up here.”
“It’s true, E2MB,” TMFA said, shrugging. I know both of them, and they’re trustworthy.”
“B-but this is ridiculous!” Rosanne, who had been standing in shock throughout the conversation, exploded suddenly. “They have no proof! You can’t seriously believe them!”
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Lame-o. But at least I wrote something, right?
((Description: medium-length brown hair, green eyes and medium height. Also in mid-twenties, and blinking owlishly because of the dust (hard contact lenses).))
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“Wait a minute- I have an idea. What do cucumbers remind you of? bookgirl_me asked the GAPAs. “This is ridiculous!” sputtered Robert. “What did they want you to do?” asked Armada. “We were going too-“-“We just need to figure out a question that only the real GAPAs know the answer to. What’s the answer?” bookgirl_me asked, suddenly and erratically. “What answer? What question?” asked Paul. “The answer to the question.” bookgirl_me insisted. “We are the real GAPAs.” said Rosanne. “Wrong.” said bookgirl_me. “If you really wanted to pretend to be the GAPAs, then you should have at least read up on muserly culture and books. The answer could have been anything muserly. But not specifying the question, I let you pick it. The answer could have been 42, kokopelli, pie en, Urania, the kokonspiracy… But you chose an un-muserly question, since you didn’t catch the HG2G reference. And even if you didn’t know HG2G, you could have tried to say something muserly. But you didn’t. Who are you and what did you do with the GAPAs?”-“That question wasn’t fair.” argued Paul. “Back me, p*ese!” bookgirl_me begged Armada and TMFA. “You know that that’s my kind of logic!”
((Could I join?))
136- Of course! Please do! Do you want to write yourself in, or should I? And BTW, you don’t need to use (())s, because this is really more of an RRR than an RPG. Just separate the story from the non-story with ~~~~s.
136) YES! Join!!!
137- The problem is that I can’t find them on my keyboard. I’ll just use these instead…
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138- If you want, but ~ is located to the left of 1 on the keyboard if you use your shift key, if your keyboard has the standard layout.
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“She has a point….” mused Cinnamoon. “And if these are the real GAPAs, then why are they treating these two like they don’t know them? I mean, the GAPAs stayed with MB, even though some of us took breaks. I’m beginning to think they’re right.”
“We don’t know them because they’re not real MBers!” Robert-under-debate exploded. “It’s our word against theirs, and they haven’t done anything so far to prove that they’re trustworthy!”
“Neither have you,” pointed out POSOC. “I mean, you basically kidnapped us, and as you pointed out, it is your word against theirs….”
“Oh, jeez,” Armada snapped. “Why won’t you just believe us? The longer we stay here, the longer these impostors–” she spat the word “–have to think up something. We can help you. Please, come with us!”
~~~Just give me some time to get caught up on the story first.~~~
I have an german/austrian mac, which is why I can’t find the arrows for some reason.
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“Yes, please do!” bookgirl_me added. “The GAPAs, if they were real, would have to know a bookgirl_me and an Armada. Except Paul, that is. We need to leave soon. I’ll bet you anything that this is a trap. They brought you here for a reason, but I suggest we don’t stick around to find out which.”-“Leaving is a trap! Stay here. They’ll lead you straight into an ambush.” Robert (if he was Robert) argued. “The real GAPAs would never ask us to simply sit here and wait until we’re attacked. They would do something.” Armada countered. “I believe them.” said TMFA. “Alright, what do you suggest we do?”
“Come with us! That’s what we’ve been saying, isn’t it?” Bookgirl_me grumbled. “We’ve got a truck outside, though I don’t know if you guys are all going to fit into it….”
“This is ridiculous,” agreedly-not-really-Robert snapped. “If you won’t believe us, we’ll have to make other arrangements.” He moved to pull something out of his pocket, and went down as Armada grabbed him in a flying tackle. “Cake it,” she panted, sitting on top of him and wrestling with him for the object. “Bookgirl, get everyone out of here! Now! Let’s not wait until these people get reinforcements!”
Bookgirl looked startled. “What, without you?”
“Yes! Go now!”
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Great. I’m probably going to die. Yay for me. What is the object?
BOOKGIRL! COME BACK HERE!!!!!!!
Bookgirl took a last look at Armada, stunned, then started to run outside. The other Mbers followed. At the hole, Roseanne and Rebecca made a last attempt to stop them. In the brief chaos that ensued, bookgirl gave Shadowcat a look and then threw herself at Rebecca. While she was distracted, Shadowcat removed a small, round object from her pocket and several pieces of paper. Then the fake GAPAs were shoved aside by the MBers, who quickly ran out. “May I see the object?” bookgirl asked Shadowcat. En nodded and handed it to her. “Strange…” she passed it around, but none of the MBers knew what it was. “We need to think of a plan to rescue Armada.” said TMFA. “I don’t think the fake GAPAs will hurt her.” said Alice. “after all, she is a valuable hostage.”- “But what if they mess with her mind? If she becomes bunnified?” asked PC. “They won’t have time for that.” bookgirl said, worriedly. “We have 7 hours and 3 min to rescue her, unless they move her in that time. The fake GAPAs put a bomb under the building where you were staying. It was set for 7 days. I fiddled with it a little to destroy and reinforcement’s the fake GAPAs might have. I just hope KaiYves can help us get Armada out of there before it’s too late.”
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I thought that we could meet KaiYves at the airport, if en is ready by then.
142) You’re right, you do seem to be very, very likely to die. I don’t know what the object should be-maybe it emits ultrasonic frequencies that tell the HPBs what to do? Sorry, I’m kind of burnt-out at the moment.
((This is a LOT to read, okay. I’m not done with the first thread yet.))
144-Yeah. Oh well. Hopefully you can rescue me.
145- Here, here’s the compilation of everything so far.
There. Hope I helped!
[Since this is so long, I’ve created a separate document for it.
By the way, it exceeded the length limit for comments, which is why it cut off before the ending.]
Thanks, anonymous GAPA. That’s what I figured happened–I’ve noticed the same thing with other RPGs and RRRs.
Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to be anonymous. Is the link working now? It’s supposed to be published and available, but I got an access request from you.
Oh. The link worked. That was supposed to be an editing permission request. I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be okay with you to edit docs, but I didn’t know that it would send an automatic message….
Could we start a new fanfiction? We should make this one oer dramatic-comedy. This time, I think HG2G should play a bigger part…
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At 6:42, April 2, something happened. Something that would change the universe forever. A boy was sitting on his bed, reading Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. He had reached the part where Zaphod looks at how big the universe is compared to him, and sees he’s at the center. He leaned forwards, tired, and fell straight into the book he was reading. He plummeted through the darkness, hitting sheets of paper flying up around him. He screamed. Not a word, just something like “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”. He plummeted for what seemed like hours. Then, he landed. He was surrounded by 12 people, like 12 shifting shadows. They swarmed over to him, and he saw their faces. They looked perfectly normal. One, a girl, stepped forwards, saying “We’ve been waiting for you, Enceladus.”
“How do you you know my blog name?” Enceladus asked in a quavering voice.
“You know all of us. You just don’t know you do. You have finally come here too.”
“Are you… MuseBloggers?” They had been disappearing lately, and the numbers had been dwindling.
“Yes. 52. Kokopelli52.” She had been one of the first MuseBLoggers to vanish from the blog. Now, Enceladus was the 13th. For the first time in his life, Enceladus realized the very distinct possibility that his life was in danger.
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It’s fun to be over-dramatic!
We’re actually in the middle of reviving this one, and though HG2G is firmly anchored in MB’s culture, this is an MB fanfic and not a HG2G fanfic. You could post your fanfic on the suggestion box and make a thread if someone else is interested, but we’re continuing this one.
147- We’d love to have you join, Enceladus, but as bookgirl pointed out, we are trying to revive the old story, not start a new one. If you’re going to post RPs on this thread, please make them relevant RPs. Making an H2G2 fanfic sounds fun, but it should be on a separate thread.
So. I can’t really RP anything, since I’m kind of knocked out/dead at the moment…. I would, but it would be kind of stupid at this point. Maybe after the story’s progressed a little and I’m at a point where it would be realistic for me to wake up. I mean, I assume I’ve gotten knocked out….thinking from the story’s point of view, it’s best not to have my POV right now. Oh, now I’m thinking like an RRR writer. Not a good sign. But this is kind of an RRR anyway….
I’ve gotten off topic. I’m just going to go edit BA or something. Goodbye.
OK, I’ll write for your fanfic. (Is it OK if I introduce myself into the story?)
149- Sure. You could be with KaiYves at the airport or something….
Thanks! I’ll write some now!
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A tall man ran down through the airport, trying to catch the plane. He was under the facade that he was on a buisness trip. In fact, he was running to catch up with someone he had never met. He stopped when he saw a woman, who said, as he passed”What is the answer?”
“42” He replied. Since the incedent with the fake GAPAs, they’d installed a system to find who was who. They’d call over the phone, and arrange a question and answer. If no question was arrangable, then they’d revert to the classic “What is the answer?” and either “Kokopelli, pie en!, we’re all Musers her, or 42”.
“Good to meet you, Enceladus. I trust your travels were well?” KaiYves said to him.
“Yes, very good. I’m hoping our plane will take off soon.”
“Oh, don’t worry. They said it would be taking off in a few minutes. Which seat did you get? I got row 5, a.”
“Good. I got row… row 6, a! This’ll make communication a lot easier.”
An announcement blared “All passengers at gate 24 are now boarding”
“Okay, lets go.” Enceladus said.
KaiYves and Enceladus walked over to the boarding area. They boarded the plane, and got in their respective seats. The plane taxied off onto the runway, and took off. A few minutes into the flight, someone jumped up with a gun. He had a tall hat, taller than most. Enceladus thought that when he saw the back of his head, there was a pink flash. “NOBODY MOVE! YOU WILL FOLLOW ALL MY ORDERS.” The security people present on every plane since the 4/24 attack on the UN building ((Making up a new terrorist attack/group. Could come in later if you want)) attacked him, but he blew them off with what seemed amazing force. KaiYves saw the man take something out of his pocket, and then the ship exploded.
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Enceladus tumbled over, falling. He saw KaiYves, unconsious, falling before him. Knowing that increasing the mass of a falling object does not increase the speed, and it would create a greater surface area, causing them to fall slower, he grabbed her by the arm, and plumeted down Oh, cake. Oh cake, Oh cake oh cake. My stupid caking life. Enceladus thought as ship shrapnel smashed hi in the forehead.
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Good? Bad? Okay?
151-
(Following post is intended teasingly, not critically–don’t take offense, please)
AAAAHHHH! ENCELADUS! If you want to blow us all up, at least wait for us to arrive! You were supposed to meet us at the airport! Where were you going anyway?!?
Okay. Now that I’m done with that. We can keep it, if it’s okay with Bookgirl and Kai especially, but I’m just not sure what you’re doing in your post. Why did you leave without the rest of the MBers?
Where were we going? Um…. *runs to get globe* Iceland! Yeah, that’s right! I didn’t know you were supposed to come with us (real life and story). Sorry, you can add youselves into the story, reposting it, or something.
152.1- Wait… we’re going to Iceland? I don’t think we’ve actually decided where we’re going yet (‘we’ excluding me, since I’ve kind of undergone self-inflicted kidnapping)…. The plan was that everyone else meet Kai and you at the airport, and they talk there and presumably decide what’s going to happen next. I guess I can write everyone going to the airport, since bookgirl doesn’t seem to be on right now….
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There was an awkward silence. Everyone looked around, and discovered that they were standing outside a gray cement building in the city. The air was warm and humid, and palm trees bordered the street.
Widdershins rolled her eyes. “Iceland, please. Did they really think that would work?”
“They probably weren’t counting on having it work for that long,” Bookgirl said. “It wouldn’t have been pretty after they were done with using you.”
Alice shivered, despite the warm climate. “I’m glad you came, then. So, where’s that truck you mentioned?”
Bookgirl walked over to where a beat-up old pickup truck was parked along the sidewalk. “This is it. To be honest, I didn’t think there were going to be so many of you. I think we’re going to have to call a taxi. Or three.”
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‘Kay? You can probably pick up there, if you want. It doesn’t have to replace your post, it can come before it or whatever. What do you want?
Okay, that’s good. Iceland, because that’s where the REAl MuseAcadamey is…
SFTDP
Okay, I was reading the fanfic, and I just realized that Jadestone went off with the fake Urania. This is going to lead to problems. We need to get her on this thread, as I’m bad at having conversations with myself and I think this is going to lead to her and me having a bunch of solo scenes together.
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“Jadestone!” Sweet Melpomene gasped suddenly. “She went off with that girl who wasn’t Urania!”
Bookgirl_me, who was driving the pickup truck, swiveled around in her seat to stare at SM, almost causing an accident. “What?”
“Oh, zark,” Donaldo muttered. You’re right. Just great.”
“Would someone please enlighten me?” Bookgirl asked. “Where’s Jadestone?”
“Before you came, the GAPAs were trying to demonstrate to us that the realizer really worked and they could make the Muses with it,” POSOC explained, sticking his head in through the back window–he was riding in the pickup part of the truck. “This imitation Urania came and told us to come with her. Jadestone went before we realized that she wasn’t Urania at all.”
“Oh, cake,” Bookgirl muttered, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “This complicates things.”
Hi all, I have no idea what’s going on and this was like 2 years ago but HELLO I AM HERE. Kinda. I should reread this.
There’s a link in comment 146 to a compilation of everything up to the last few posts.
Ah yes, thank you, that certainly makes things easier.
Also if I remembered correctly, I think I was off with Calliope.
Here’s the thing. That wasn’t Calliope. I have no idea who it was, but it was someone on the bad side. See, we decided that the story was getting really twisted, and the GAPAs should be fake, because it was getting too weird for them to be real. So “Urania,” whoever she really was, is with the fake GAPAs. Who are bad. Hope I cleared things up.
Okay, now I feel like a hypocrite for calling you back here and then saying ‘Yeah, you got kidnapped….sorry, we already decided that.” *headdesk* Perhaps we could escape. Um. I also got kidnapped, and am presumably with you. Um. If it’s okay that we did that to you.
Um.
Sorry.
Okay, I reread it… did we not include some of the stuff that was written earlier? I remember “Jadestone” calling back to the others from Kokino County or soemthing. I’ll have to look more into it later when I have time.
Armada-Yes, I wasn’t on for a while… *is back*
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“We need a plan B” muttered bookgirl_me. “Our original plan was that KaiYves and Enceladus meet myself and Armada at the airport, and KaiYves could get us out of here. But they were supposed to call me when their ETA was 1 hour- I haven’t heard anything, which makes me assume the worst. They were on a normal passebger airbus…” bookgirl_me trailed off. “We can’t leave two MBers behind!” protested TMFA. “We need to fight the bunnies and the fake GAPAs!” PC insisted. “We can’t take them yet. We need weapons!” Widdershins argued. “We can’t go to the airport anyway.” said a slightly pale bookgirl_me. “There are to many civilians, and if KaiYves’ and Enceladeus’ plane was really hijacked, they might have taken over the airport too.” She pulled into Walmart and parked. “Let’s try to arm ourselves. Yes, a gun fits nicely in action movies, but how many of you could really hit a HPB with that thing?” Some bloggers raised their hands, others stood around awkwardly. “We need to find a more effective alternative.” bookgirl_me finished. “I suggest pie and poisoned darts- remember how ginger ale worked?” said TMFA. “Maybe we
((Okay, I haven’t read everything yet, but my details are that I’m 27 and an archeologist specializing in underwater explorations of shipwrecks. I still live in NYC when I’m not on expeditions, but I’m saving up for an apartment on Virgin Galactic’s space station.))
Sounds good. You’re…I’m not sure exactly where you are, you’re either at the airport waiting for us with Enceladus or unconscious and falling out of a plane. Which do you prefer?
I guess I’ll go with the action. It’s late now and I’ve just finished reading everything. Expect my input tomorrow.
That just sounds like such an odd choice. Oh, I didn’t include a character description:
Age: 32
Description: Tall, with brown, almost black hair. Asian looking, with thick glasses. Works for the Enviromental Protection Agency. Wants the group to use greener technology, to lessen the impact on the enviroment. Very idealistic, yet, when pressured, pragmatic.
KaiYves became aware of the sensation of something pressing against her face and wind whistling in her ears. She forced her eyes open to see the countryside several thousand feet below. At first, she wondered if it was a nightmare as the memories came flashing back.
The e-mail, the airport, the skyjacker, the explosion…
Wait, I think we’re over the ocean. We were flying to Iceland, remember?
((Right, scratch the bit about the countryside. I said “several” thousand feet, because the hijacking was established as happening only a few minutes into the flight and if the plane had exploded at cruising altitude, EVERYONE would be unconscious because of the sudden change in oxygen levels and pressure. The point is, we’re not as high up as we could have been, thank gosh.))
158.1.2- You, my friend, are not 32. You are 24, as am I. Actually, you’re probably 23. This is taking place in 2020.
Hmmm….. Here’s my description. Tallish but not too much so (5’7″), cropped-short red hair–red as in red red, it’s dyed in homage to my BA character. Journalist. Likes action, and is usually trying to prove herself.
Oh, yeah. Oops
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Enceladus awoke floating on a piece of bent, twisted metal, bent in a shape of a boat. He lifted his head, and a throbbing pain shot through him down to his feet. KaiYves was sitting on a smooth part the shrapnel, dangling her feet in the icy waters. As Enceladus became more aware of his surroundings, he saw icebergs floating around them. When KaiYves saw Enceladus was awake, she said quickly “Oh good, you’re awake and alive. We’ve been floating for a few hours, far away from where our plane crashed. I think we’re heading toward Iceland, but I’m not sure.”
“Not…. Iceland. Too… much… ice.” Enceladus groaned weakly
“Wait, too much ice? But it’s Iceland, for cake’s sakes!”
“No… Iceland… is… warm. National… Geographic… special. LOOK OUT!” Enceladus said, and then shouted. An iceberg was plundering towards them. KaiYves quickly pushed the boat in the water, swerving it away from the iceberg.
“Another… one… coming… soon. Careful.” Enceladus whispered.
“How do you know? I can’t see one.” KaiYves asked.
“Just… know.” Another iceberg floated towards them. They swerved.
“No… more… for… now.” Enceladus fell back asleep.
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Next time Enceladus awoke, their shrapnel ship had docked on a large island. He could see now, and he saw that his clothes were partly burnt. KaiYves was waiting on land with a pile of fish. She handed on to him and said “Here. Have a fish.” Enceladus looked at it dubiously. He bit into it.
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I’m reading this fanfic to my little sister. I don’t think she really gets it, but hey, she requested it, and it’s good to introduce them young, hey? I’m not really sure what she thinks about it, but it’s kind of amusing anyway.
*was about to write something, but then sister came back and demanded to be read to* *obediently reads*
((Okay, I have to go to bed now, but I’ll help in the morning.))
I’ll try and continue; I’ll just bring everyone to the airport so that we can meet up. Though one group will have to fly: I think we’re in Florida. 161-I guess that makes me 25?
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The MBers split up: some went to get ginger ale, others darts and others bought up all the pies. Bookgirl_me went straight to the newsstand and picked up a newspaper. The article read:
2 planes crash in the Atlantic.
This is assumed to be the work of a new terrorist group. All airports now closed while investigations proceed.
Yesterday at 4:00 p.m., the small plane carrying the Austrian envoys who were to aid Schwarzenegger’s campaign and negotiate the international school standard system vanished. By now, pieces of debris from the plane have been recovered as well as the dead bodies of some of the passengers.
Today, 2:30 p.m.; a passenger plane vanishes. The coast guard vessels sent to investigate say that the crash was caused by an explosion; there are no known survivors yet as there was apparently no warning.
The causalities are striking, and in some cases especially tragic. The Austrian plane was doubtlessly blown up for political reasons: it should have carried the Austrian education minister, who would help craft the reform plans for the school system. But as the minister had fallen ill, he was replaced by a young member of his party, (name, lastname), who was attempting to kick-start her career. There were also 5 other people on the plane.
The reason for the hijacking of the passenger plane is unknown…
“That’s not true!” shouted bookgirl_me. “The plane landed! I was on it. I know what happened; nothing! We had to circle twice but we landed and the others went to the hotel but I needed to meet Armada so I snuck away. This can’t be true! I’ll call the hotel.”
Bookgirl_me grabbed her cell phone and dialed away, then talked to the reception with an increasingly panicked voice.
“They’ve never heard of them!” she wailed. “That can’t be! My career is over: but how? why? Who would do this? Am I insane? But we landed!”
Widdershins grabbed bookgirl_me and told her to calm down. “We have to go to the airport.” said TMFA, returning with several cans of ginger ale and pies. “Did the tower allow your plane to land?”. Bookgirl_me nodded. “Then someone must have seen the plane. It can’t just vanish: even if the people have been bunnified, there might still be a surveillance camera. PC drove, as bookgirl_me was still shocked by the faked crash. “What if the HPBs attack us?” Donaldo asked. “We need to risk it.” answered TMFA. “They’re going to hijack any plane with a MBer on it, even if the Mbers don’t know about it. Anyone on the who’s here list is in danger.
KaiYves and Enceladus were still stranded on the coast of Greenland. They went away from their make-shift camp very so often to try and find some other people. Enceladus sometimes warned KaiYves of dangers he somehow knew were immenent. For example, Enceladus once warned of an avalanche, so KaiYves and him went back to the tent, made of old, cleaned fish skins, sewed together with sinews. When they awoke, the entire area had been covered in snow. When Enceladus was knocked out, KaiYves had found some backpacks and travel suitcases, and started trying to find a siganling device.
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I’m thinking the bunnies could have the ability to try and alter the past, and that’s how bookgirl_me got off the plane perfectly fine, even though it was hijacked and everyone was killed. Perhaps bookgirl_me could have been killed, but is still alive, if that makes any sense.
166- I thought that the HPBs could simply have bunnified everyone into believing that the plane had never landed, and have captured the others as they got to the hotel. They didn’t get me because I’d went to meet Armada, so they just decided to go ahead with their plans and ignore me, since no-one would believe my story. I’d kind of prefer being alive
Yes, but time-travel is much more interesting!
But what if someone wants to join? Just look a the first parts of Superheros and Mary Sues- you never knew when someone was, and everyone kept randomly popping in and out. It was very confusing.
This is only eleven years in the future. Let’s try to keep it at least minimally realistic, please. Time travel is fun, but if you introduce too many random fun things into a story, it just becomes overdone. Bookgirl’s hypnotism (the correct term for when the bunnies brainwash someone is hypnotism–to bunnify is to turn someone into a bunny) idea sounds good to me.
And I’m sorry we keep disagreeing with you, Enc. It’s just that we’re trying to keep our continuation true to the original story in honor of all the people who were taking part in it, and unfortunately this means that our plot twist options are somewhat limited. Sorry.
OK. *pout* I’ll ask the GAPAs if we can have a new fanfic.
Sure. I’ll join, if it’s not too weird. I need to participate in more RPGs.
I’m thinking the time travel will be limited to not before time travel was invented (That’s actually how it would work in the real world) so you can’t stop invention of time travel, or post pone it. Also, I think there should be a ‘realizer’ thing, like in this fanfic, but it actually does work, and it also ‘derealizes’, causing someone or something to be a story/ comic book/ ect.character
So, basically, you can only travel to the future? Everything sounds good to me… Actually, the derealizing thing sounds like our beat-up-the-hackers RPG on MA. Cool!
((The impression I got from reading post 165 was that bookgirl_me survived, The Fake GAPAs and their conspiracy just TOLD the media that everybody died and that they’re going to “disappear” the people to support the illusion, in which case she has to run. Maybe I just read too many spy books, but it would make sense that if they wanted to kidnap somebody who was part of a government delegation, claiming everybody died would be a great cover.))
KaiYves rummaged through the suitcases as the dusk was falling. What had happened to their owners? They hadn’t encountered anyone else in the four days since the explosion.
One of the suitcases was green, with a simple snap-lock at the top. She opened it and saw some fins and a folded drysuit. This person had been a diver, like her. Where were they now?
But if they were a diver, they’d be prepared… she pulled away the drysuit and found a hard plastic case, o-ring sealed. Decompression tables, a log book, and… an emergency transmitter!
She pressed the button as hard as she could and looked over at Enceladus, who was still knocked out nearby.
“We’re getting out of here.” She whispered, then, looking into the growing dusk, added “I hope.”
((You’re a diver?! I am too!))
((What tipped you off, saying “fins” instead of “flippers” or the detail?))
You said they had been a diver, like her. As I am a boy, you are the only ‘her’ around, so therefore you must be a diver!
((Oh, okay.))
((I don’t know if our rescue needs to be written in detail or if it would be better to skip to us meeting you and filling in the details then.))
I think skipping to when we’re together. Bunnies should attack then.
168- Wait, what? Oh…. I think we should at least wait a bit, if just to make the times match.
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Bookgirl slowly swiveled around to stare at TMFA. “Oh, no,” she breathed. “Oh, no.”
“What?” Kagcomix asked.
“Enceladus! KaiYves! They were flying here…. oh, no. The newspaper said there was a passenger plane too….”
“You mean–” TMFA gasped. “What flight does it say it was?”
“214,” Bookgirl read expressionlessly. “That’s the flight they were on.”
She buried her face in her hands. “Why is all this happening? First Armada, then my career, and then Kai and Enceladus…. We’re doomed. Nothing is going right.”
Potato Chip patted her. “It’ll be okay. Somehow.”
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Bleh….writer’s block. More later, maybe.
KaiYves stood by the fire as the night hours went on, looking for lights from planes or helicopters against the starry backdrop the Vikings had seen when they had camped on that coast. If she hadn’t been so concerned for survival, she might have enjoyed the clearness of the constellations.
Some satellites arched overhead, giving false hope.
And then, just as her eyes began to droop, there was the glorious roar of rotating blades.
She jolted awake, throwing logs onto the fire to make it larger. The light started to circle, shining a searchlight down. KaiYves jumped up and down, as the helicopter started to descend.
Who is it? Us? Or someone (da da da dum) else?
I was intending it to be just the rescue workers looking for survivors of the crash. The rescue beacon didn’t give any hint as to who was calling, it was just a simple distress signal, so I didn’t think either group would have any reason to take special interest.
Oh, right. ‘Kay.
“We need to free Armada.” bookgirl_me decided, sitting up suddenly. “We have weapons, and listening to logic will only get us so far. The impostors won’t be expecting us to go back. It’s not a smart move. But we have no backup. We’re alone, Armada and Jadestone captured, KaiYves and Enceladus… won’t be coming. We need to free them before it’s to late, fight for what we’ve got unless we want to lose it. Let’s go.” “Now that’s better.” said TMFA.
((Okay, me being me, I researched the free-fall scenario and found that it is possible for an individual to survive a fall from 6,000 feet without a parachute and suffer only a few broken bones hitting snow and rocks, so if we assume the scenario began at a slightly lower altitude, our survival with some injuries holds up.))
Oh, My God. This brings back…interesting…memories.
Remember the *static* stuff?
That was good.
172- The HPBs were trying to kill you, and they have bunnified minions, which means that you better be okay- they don’t want any survivors. Can one of you fly a plane or a helicopter?
Armada- You can PP us rescuing you. We’re basically on the way now.
173- (Re-)Join us!
Enceladus opened his eyes in the hospital bed.
“Kai? Where are we? What happened?” he asked, pulling himself into a sitting position.
“We’re in Kangerlussuaq. Don’t ask how to spell it. The rescue helicopter brought us here while you were out.” KaiYves said, sitting nearby.
“Did you get any word about the crash? Was that guy with the 4/24 people?”
“The authorities said they didn’t have any leads. They didn’t find any other survivors, either.”
“What about the other MBers? Have you contacted them?”
“I sent a message earlier this morning, and the response was, well, frightening. Bookgirl says the people everyone thought were GAPAs were really frauds. They might even have been connected to the skyjacking.” It had all happened so suddenly.
Less than a week ago, she had been happily poring over data from the last expedition to Santorini and packing for a trip to VES-1* to look at apartments.
Now she was in a hospital in Greenland, with terrorists after her.
“At the risk of sounding like Jackie Chan, I’m an archeologist, not a secret agent!” she muttered.
* Virgin Earth Station 1.
Cool1 You write well!
((Tiny thread boost.))
174- Wait, you’re rescuing me now? I kind of thought rescuing me was more part of the long-term plot….
You know, Widdershins is actually oxlin. I just realized that…
Well, perhaps I’ll write something now, since nobody else seems to be posting.
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Armada opened her eyes, and then wondered if she really had. She was surrounded by the kind of blackness you normally got only in outer space.
She tried to remember what had happened. The false GAPAs, the object that not-Robert had–there was something important about that, but she couldn’t remember what–the fight, the MBers leaving, not-Rebecca, her eyes cold, pressing something against Armada’s arm….
Armada shook her head and tried to sit up. She realized fairly quickly that this was not an option–this was not a prison that the fake GAPAs wanted her to escape from.
“Hello?” she called into the darkness, not expecting an answer. It was possible that another of the MBers had been captured and was in the same room with her, but not likely.
Much to her surprise, a voice answered. “Hello? I’m Jadestone…Who’s there?”
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It’s kind of lonely PPing all these people who aren’t going to join again ever…. you know what I mean?
177-Yes. That’s one of the reasons I want to rescue you. Maybe the rescue mission could go horribly wrong and only you and I could escape (and Jadestone if she wants to rejoin). Or we could only get out after the others are hit by HPB mind-rays which cause them to lose all interest in MB/resisting. We wouldn’t be able to force them so we’d have to let them go.
Well….it would be even lonelier to have an RPG with only four characters. I wasn’t suggesting that we get rid of everyone, only observing that it’s a little bit weird.
An RPG with 4 people may be small, but let’s let the others go. They had their generation, their kokons and new ideas, but now they’ve left. It’s like RPing ghosts. They won’t come back, even those still here. I wouldn’t, if I were in that situation. Now it’s our generation, our turn. Let’s grant them a last epic battle.
Well then, if you insist, what about if they all get kidnapped by the fake GAPAs and the rest of the plot consists of us rescuing them? Some people may come back, over time. Let’s not kill them all off, or the equivalent, without giving them a chance.
Plus, some of them are kind of fun to PP…
Allez ici!
Maitenent!
((Don’t forget, you still have Enceladus and I to back you up once we meet your group.))
KaiYves and I were well enough to leave the hospital.
“Now, how do we contact them?” I asked.
“I think I have their phone numbers.” KaiYves replied. She called bookgirl_me’s number.
“Yeah, we’re safe.”
“Oh, gosh.”
“We’ll come meet you.”
“What?! We can’t hijack anything!”
“Oh, ok.”
“What? Oh my god…”
“ We’re coming to help you!! ” KaiYves closed her phone with a snap, grabbed me, and pulled me along.
“What’s wrong?”
“The bunnies. They attacked their hotel in Florida. Hurry!” We ran, and saw a helicopter lifting off the ground. Not knowing whose it was, we grabbed on. We would redirect it to Florida. We weren’t taking commercial airlines, as those would be easy to bomb. We climbed in. The driver stared at us. We wrapped him up, saying that he could fly to wherever he was going after we finished. We began the long flight to Florida.
((“Wrapped him”, like in The Supernaturalist?))
((No, with some rope we just happened to find on the helicopter))
181.1- That would be ‘tied him up.’ But whatever.
Okay, guys, we’ve got a bit of a time coordination issue. It’s been several days on Enc and Kai’s end of things, but only a few minutes of bookgirl and my end. I’ll try to fix this now.
The following bit of story fits in right after 171.
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Bookgirl_me’s cell phone rang suddenly. She checked the caller ID. “It’s KaiYves!”
She answered. “Hello? Kai? Where are you, and what’s going on?”
“I’m in Greenland, with Enceladus. Our plane got hijacked by some idiot in a bunny suit and exploded, but we survived somehow, made a raft, and drifted to Greenland, where we got picked up by a rescue helicopter, which brought us to a hospital. We should be out in a couple days, and we’ll join you then. We just need you to stay where you are for the time being.”
“Um…okay. Glad to hear you’re alive, anyway! See you.” Bookgirl hung up and turned to the other MBers.
“Okay…change of plans. We’re just going to have to wait it out until Kai and Enceladus get here. Anyone know a good hotel?”
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And since we’re having a time gap of a couple days, I guess we can just ignore my post at 177.
((Did you read the conversation that I did? I was picturing it like:
“Hi, KaiYves. Are you ok?”
“Yeah, we’re safe.â€
“We are too. Wait, what’s that over there?”
“Oh, gosh.â€
“It’s pink.”
“We’ll come meet you.â€
“Don’t use commercial travel. Take someone’s helicopter.”
“What?! We can’t hijack anything!â€
“What else can you do?
“Oh, ok.â€
“Oh, no. It’s coming toward us! It’s a bunny!”
“What? Oh my god…â€
“We’ll meet you at the airport. The bunnies have found us!”
“We’re coming to help you!!â€
It’s a different conversation, Enc. Different time, different conversation.
((Oh. Well, when else did you get a phone call from KaiYves?))
Read 175 again, would you? Okay, I didn’t mention the GAPAs, but that was the conversation I was thinking of.
((Small note: I don’t think a helicopter can fly nonstop from Greenland to Florida without refueling.))
((So we’re going to have to stop somewhere… which is going to be hard, since we just stole a chopper from an air base.))
((Stop in a different country. They probably won’t care.))
((I can’t help write, but can I possibly be a character?))
Yessss!!! Please be a character!
What do you mean, though, you can’t help write? This is just like an RPG, only told from third person instead of first.
((Omniscient third person, to be exact.))
((Well, I’m writing in an RRR, finishing up my other fanfiction, and I’m in five other RPGs. I also have to do some school-related things and colorguard over the summer. If I can, I suppose I can help write. Just don’t expect very much.
))
The chopper flew for four hours, at first over the gray North Atlantic, then the shores and pines of the eastern Canadian provinces.
“The fuel gauge is almost empty. We’re going to have to stop in Montreal and get more.” Enceladus said.
“But this chopper’s painted in Danish military colors and we don’t look much like we’re from the Danish Air Force.”
“I’ll think of something…”
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No, I imagine you two don’t look much like Danish Air Force members.))
Kai? I’m sorta waiting for you to write something, since Enc’s away and neither bookgirl’s group or I are in a good position to be RPing….you still here?
I couldn’t really think of a solution to the problem. Sorry.
Mmm….let’s see. You could….make an emergency landing and repaint the helicopter? Change into uniforms you found onboard? Just tell them the truth and hope they won’t mind? Hold up the gas station at gunpoint?
Meh, I don’t know either. Maybe bookgirl or Enc will have an idea.
“Attention unidentified helicopter, this is air traffic control, we see that you are approaching Toronto Pearson International Airport. Please state your purpose.” The radio crackled. KaiYves and Enceladus exchanged a worried glance before Enceladus picked up the microphone.
“We’re from the Environmental Protection Agency, and we’re dealing with a matter of great urgency. We’ve flown from Greenland and we need to refuel to deal with a situation down in Florida. It’s urgent.” He said. All of the statements were true. They just happened to be mostly unconnected.
“Alright, we’ll clear a pad for you and get the fuel ready.”
“Thank you. The government will pay compensation for the fuel.” Enceladus said, turning off the radio. “Somehow.” he added.
((Yay! Nice. I would never have thought of that.
Sorry I can’t add to the story right now….I can’t think of anything. Gaah, having an RPG with twenty-plus characters and only four people RPing is hard…))
((Well, he DOES work for the EPA.))
((Yeah, I know. It’s still really smart.))
((We need bookgirl back!))
((I think we should switch to your perspective for a while and then cut back to Enc. and I arriving in Florida.))
((Okay. I’ll do bookgirl’s group as soon as my writers’ block goes away.))
Phoo. This thread died again.
Is your writer’s block gone yet?
Not really.
Bookgirl needs to come back….but I’ll try to write something anyway.
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Bookgirl ran down the hotel stairs as chunks of wall exploded around her. “Cake it! How did they find us so fast?” she panted, skidding around a corner and ducking to avoid a blur of pink which flew past her head at high speed. She hammered on a room door, shouting “Guys! We need to get out of here! The bunnies are here!”
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I’ll write more later.
((Ok, I’m back.))
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After being refueled in Toronto, Kai and Enceladus flew down to Florida, where they could meet up with Bookgirl’s group. ((Who’s in it, again?)) We arrived in Florida, when we saw Bookgirl, and a few other people, running down the street, frantically shooting behind them.
SFTDP
I accidentally wrote from the first. Repost:
After being refueled in Toronto, Kai and Enceladus flew down to Florida, where they could meet up with Bookgirl’s group. ((Who’s in it, again?)) They arrived in Florida, when they saw Bookgirl, and a few other people, running down the street, frantically shooting behind them.
((Yay! Enc’s back! Thank goodness….this RRRRPG (I’m dubbing this an RRRRPG) was dying. Kai and I both had writers’ block.))
“Guys! We need to get out of here! The bunnies are here!” Bookgirl shouted at them, while shooting backwards.
“Bunnies?” Enceladus asked.
“No time to explain, run!” Bookgirl shouted back, hurrying them along.
“The helicopter we came in is still at the airport, can you explain there?”
((Anyone?))
((I’ll join this, either/both as a character and/or as a writer.))
((Great! Thanks, RQ.))
((I have no problem with either.))
Everyone ran after KaiYves and Enceladus towards their car, shooting at the HPBs chasing them. “Good grief, guys!” Bookgirl shouted at the new arrivals. “You could have had the decency to bring a van!”
“Well, we didn’t know this was going to happen!”
“You could still have brought one! We’d have needed one anyway!”
“Can we just focus on the matter at hand? Please?”
((We have a problem. No clown car jokes, please. I assume Kai and Enc didn’t bring a van….what do we do now? Other than having everyone except for us die?))
*is briefly back*
I had an idea previously: what about the “thing” that we got from fake-Robert is a sort of hyper-sophisticated minicomputer. Some of the people in my group have hacked into it, and found a sort of Excel list with all of our names and several dates, with times on them too something like this 8/13/2050 12:33 a.m. . Some MBers share dates with others, some have almost no dates in common, but no two MBers have exactly the same dates. They start with our birth dates, then come a few other dates, our first posts, e.t.c . None of them are labeled. I found the date (and time) of Armada and my break-in, of Enceladus’ and KaiYves’ plane crash as well as many others that we couldn’t identify. At the end of each column there’s a glowing green date, sometimes years away and sometimes very close. Most of the dates are in the future. One date shared by all the present MBers is tomorrow, at 2:32 p.m. . The only exceptions are Armada, KaiYves, Enceladus, Kokonilly, RoseQuartz and myself (who all share another time on the same day).
What if RQ and Kokonilly have been captured too? Armada could be with them. I thought that the other groups could mount a rescue operation. There’s an epic battle, but we (I thought Kai, Enceladus and myself- p*ese keep PPing me) could go and rescue Armada (RQ and Kokonilly can either rescue or be rescued, depending on where they want to join us). Jadestone gets rescued too, but she decides to go and help the other MBers, ordering us to get out since it’s probably too late to retreat now and the date/time on the “thing” from the fake GAPAs. Then we escape and then we…
*rambles off into incoherence*
Sorry for the quite long and confusing post. *is too tired to make sense of it* I think the dates on the “thing” could seriously help with the plotline.
Hmm. Interesting idea. Sooo….what are the dates? Or do you prefer to keep that to yourself and chuckle evilly? I mean, that’s fine…just wondering.
Well, some of them are ‘blogversaries and first posts, others are our birth and death dates. All of them have something to do with Muse Magazine, MB and related creations/forces/people (i.e.
s and other hot pink items, 
e.t.c…). As for the other dates… *chuckles evilly*
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*posts*
Darn. Has our story died again?…..
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Everyone stuffed themselves into the car somehow, and it took off. The HPBs followed in a long, hot pink stream.
“CHASE SCENE!” Enceladus yelled. KaiYves looked at him funnily.
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Do you want to introduce your idea now, bookgirl?
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“This is futile. We need a plan.” said SM
“I suggest divide and conquer. Bookgirl_me, bring Enceladus and KaiYves up to speed. We’ll get the HPBs off your trail. We don’t regroup- that makes us to easy to track and hopefully breaks the pattern.” said Shadowkat.
“But if the pattern is accurate…” argued Widdershins.
“I don’t believe in destiny and I have no intention of starting now.” TMFA cut her off. “Bookgirl_me, take the wheel. On my mark, 180 and we’ll give them something to remember. Pull away pronto as soon as we’re clear.”
“Okay. You guys know that I’m not allowed to drive in this country, right?”
“You’ve probably already been declared legally dead and you’re being chased by evil HPBs who will either bunnify you or finish the job. I’d say bring pulled over is the least of your worrys.”
“Here goes.”
The car spun, then stopped. The musers pulled out and started flinging their pastry projectiles. Bookgirl_me floored the accelerator and the car shot off again. “Okay, here’s what you missed: Armada has been captured by the HPBs. The others will mount an attack while we get her out. Shadowkat stole a device from some impostors working for the HPBs which contains a sort of excel spreadsheet which has important dates/times in the future and in the past. We’ve based the attack plan on it. The older MBers know something more about it but they won’t tell me. Some cake about different generations and everyone doing their duty. And my head still hurts from whatever bunnification I had during my work for the government. Any questions?”
STFDP:
GAPAs, can we have a new thread? I know there are only about 200 posts, but this one is quite old…