By overwhelming popular demand.
Let’s not put the Girl Scouts out of business, though. Some of their cookies are flamablamablous.
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By overwhelming popular demand.
Let’s not put the Girl Scouts out of business, though. Some of their cookies are flamablamablous.
“Hello! Would you like to buy some Muse Scout pies?”
“Um… Sure.”
*SPLAT* “That’ll be five dollars.
Muse Scouts? *shrugs* I’m a Girl Scout.
“Hello! Pies?”
“Huh?”
*splat* “I was never a good salesperson.” *runs away*
0- And What about Boy Scout Popcorn?
Yes, We sell popcorn.
Here is what we have so far:
For little kids, we have Bo to Mimi to Craww. then for older kids we have Feather to Pwt to Aeiou to Chad to Urania to Kokopelli.
3-it is disgusting popcorn though. no offense.
the muse scouts are non-homophobic, right?
also, let’s bake muse-shaped cookies!
COOKIES!!!! Cookies!
This in an infiltration of the ranks of Muserly pastry-hood!
*starts obnoxiously chanting, “We want pie!” *
“Um, this is kinna bad for business, you realize…”
*is pied*
Muse Scout Pies! I want one!
What ages are the levels for?
4-Definitely! We at the Muse Scouts do not discriminate on basis of race, class, sexual orientation, gender, or religion!
4- I don’t think so. We’re Co-ed.
6-Key Lime? *Throws Key Lime Pie* Splat!
6- bo to crraw (Young Musers, Equal to Cub Scouts or Brownies) is for 3rd to 5th grades. the other is up to 18.
What will the merit badges be?
7- oh good. I’ll join.
11- Pie throwing, Citzenship in Mostly Harmless, Citeznship in the museworld.
Hey! I want to join! I’m so participating in Mostly Harmless. I’m getting all my friends to read the magazine!
We need merit badges for Pie Recipe Throwing, Pie Making, Pie Throwing, and Pie Clean Up. Just to name a few.
13- Aw, come on, we need more than that. Everyone here has pretty much already won those. How about something regarding MA or the like? Or maybe getting a badge for successfully guessing an alter ego? Getting a letter published in Muse without threatening the editors? Do you see where I’m going here?
I want some pie!
Cool! I was a Girl Scout for a bit before my troop broke up due to lack of meeting attendance. Now I can be a scout again! Oh…wait…*looks at post 10*…Dang it!!!
4- I’m not, so I’ll join.
7- You sound like my school lunch menu.
I am not a girl scout. I have many predjudices against the ‘scouts’, and i won’t say them for the sake of not offending others.
-18 what, you’re a girl?
20 – You thought I was a guy? Nope, I’m a girl. Hate to disappoint you.
Are the Muse Scouts going to have some sort of uniform or insignia? Because I kind of like that sort of stuff, as long as it looks good. (unlike the uniform I used to have to wear for school)
Ah, Muse scouts…
Though this does kind of go against the general disorganization of, whatever….
*pies self*
Ooh, Muse scouts. I was a girl scout once, but I despised my troop and they despised me.
21- you can be a leader.
13-Everyone in the world is already a part of Mostly Harmless. Everyone, whether they know it or not. Everyone.
I’ll join… can I be high ranking? Please???
*approaches door of innocent and unsuspecting humaan being*
*is wearing prim little Museblog Scout uniform (having never been a member of a troop, I have absolutely no idea at all how these look, so pardom my innacuracies)*
“Hello, would you care to buy some hand baked pies, fresh from the oven. You won’t find better.”
“Hmm…little lady, why not? What varieties do you have”
“Oh, all sorts: key lime (*man nods and beams*), blueberry (*man continues nodding an beaming*), pumpkin (*man continues nodding and beaming), apple cinnamon (*man continues nodding and beaming*), and, a Scouts favorite, rubber cement with golf balls (*man assumes expression of utter and complete shock*)
“What are you some crazy little children dressed up as scouts to feign innocence, while, in fact, you’re just a lot of guileless minions of some messed-up mastermind?”
“Naw, we’re mostly harmless…”
*Rings doorbell, lady opens door*
“Hi, I’m The Guy Your Parents Warned You About! Would you like the support the Kokonspiracy and The Muse Scouts by buying a pie?
*Stares blankly* “Uhhh….”
“Would you like to try one of our pies? I can give you a complimentary one.”
“Uhhh…â€
“Here you go!†*pies her in face*
“What the… What’s wrong with you? You can’t just throw a pie in my face!â€
“Yes I can. I’m mostly harmless, you see. *pies her again* “And you’ll have to pay for that one.â€
“Arrrrgh…â€
Maybe you should change your name to “The Pie Your Parents Warned You About.”
I like Muse Scouts. I do NOT like boy scouts ATT ALL!!!!!!! THEY ARE EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At least, the ones around here are. Sorry, Boy Scouts.
24 – Okay!!
“Hey Hypatia, how are the pie sales going?”
“The guy kind of freaked out when I mentioned the rubber cement and golf ball one.”
“Hmmm, I’m seing a pattern here…”
Dude, boys get to do more things than girls in Scouts. Like, we never get to go on field trips, and they always go. We barely get to go outside, and they always go, and we don’t get to do anything and they always get SOMETHING. That’s why I don’t do it.
*Rings Doorbell*
*A little lady opens it*
“Hi! I’m here to sell pies for my Muse Scouts. Would you like to buy one?”
“Oh sure young lady, what kind do you have?”
“We have Key Lime, Blueberry, Banana Cream, Apple, Fudge, Choklit, and much more”
“Oh, ok, I think I’d like….”
*interrupts* “With every 3 pies you get, you get another special one!”
“Oh, I’m having company over, so I’ll take a blueberry, banana cream, and chocolate.”
“Thankyou for buying!” *pies with all three an whips out last “Birthday Surprise” and hands it to the little lady, feeling sorry for her* “Have a nice day! That’ll be $15 please.”
“Okay. Here you go.”
*Takes money and runs off*
*Knocks on another door*
“Hi, I’m here to sell pies, for Muse Scouts,”
“Hello, I would be happy to buy some,”
“We have blueberry, Choklit….”
“I’ll have Choklit,”
“Okay, that’ll be $5”
*pies with Choklit pie and realizes who it is* “Whoops, sorry Mr.Coontz” *takes money, and puts it in her envelope*
Don’t worry — it happens all the time.
-21 sorry, i got it wrong.
34- ((i thought she was a guy, too. shhhhhhh.))
*walks up to Edward Cullen*
“Would you like to buy some Muse Scout Pies?
Edward: Ummm… well, you see, I would love some, but…
Me: No, that’s okay, you can have all of them! *stuffs abillion pies into his stuttering maw*
Me: Have a nice day!
Edward: Mmhuphmhhmh! MMMMM! *trans; I can’t eat!!!!*
*walks up to kid who just got braces*
“Would you like some pie?”
“Urk… no… I’m in agony…”
“We have a soft-crusted one.”
“Sure!” *pays*
*hands over rock pie* “Here ya go!”
*walks away with money, hearing screams of agony*
((Might I just mention that I’ll probably never come on here. Bad Scout memories. *shudder*))
37-WHAT?
i’ve never been a scout…:lol:
Somewhat sadistic scouts?
Naw, mostly mostly harmless!
MadHatter Muse Scouts
“Hello, sir, care to buy some MuseScout pies?”
“Certaintly. A pie would be lovely.”
“Pity, because, you see, we haven’t any”
*rings doorbell* *random guy comes out*
“Hi, I’m The Guy Your Parents Warned You About! Would you like the support the Kokonspiracy and The Muse Scouts by buying a pie?”
“Uhhh… What kinds do you have?”
“You name it, we’ve probably got it! I’d recommend the Choklit though.”
“Uh, okay, I’ll have a chocolate pie.â€
“Sorry, no chocolate, only choklit.â€
“Uh, okay, I’ll have a choklit.â€
“Five dollars.â€
“Uh, okay†*pays up*
“Thank you, here’s your pie!†*pies him right smack in the face and leaves*
*returns*
“What the %&*^ do you want now?â€
“Do you have your towel with you?â€
“Huh?â€
“Hmm, I guess not, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do this.†*Pies him again*
“Why you little…â€
“Five dollars. Pay up.â€
32 – Hey, I got to do stuff when I was in Girl Scouts. It wasn’t much, admittedly, but the boys didn’t get to do any more than we did.
42 – That was a perfect post 42!
Hmmm… Rankings for Muse Scouts…
Ages 5-7: Cherry Tarts
Ages 8-10: Cream Pies
Ages 11-15: Lemon Meringue Pies
Ages 16-18: Choklit Pies
Like? Don’t like?
43instead of
8-10:Cream pies, maybe it should be Banana cream pies. Other than that, I think that’s fine. Also, for those who don’t want PIE, it could be Muses.
5-7:Feathers
8-10:Bos
11-15:Uranias
16-18:Kokopellis
44-That might stir up controversy because it’s based on favoritism. I say we keep it based on pies.
Yay!!! Lemon meringue pie!!! I like the system proposed by groundhog.
What Kokonilly said.
Pride and Prejudice Pie
“Would you like to buy a pie?”
“Certaintly not! I hate pie. Its disgusting…besides there’s something decidedly arrogant about its expression.”
“What if told you about its real background and all that it has gone through, the goodness it has shown etc.”
“I am not interested. I already know all about its curelty, I don’t need any stories to re-inforce my conjectures”
*recounts pie’s history anyway*
“Of course, I’d like a pie! How could I have been so mistaken!”
That should probably have been: Pried and Priejudice, actually
43- Thankya, thankyaverymuch.
I like groundhog’s idea best, everybody likes pie.
49 – Actually, I don’t like the taste of pie (gasp!) but I ♥ throwing them.
Unfortunately I can’t eat pie unless made gluten-free but i <3 throwing them.
Heh… That post was made about five years ago!
And, You are Celiac? Lisa made me do that for awhile too, but i quit when she left.
Hey, I find it wisest to avoid even touching pies that aren’t dairy- and egg-free because of severe allergies–but I can still throw them on the Internet!
50- You WHAT?????? Are you kidding? I say that to my pie-obbsessed friends sometimes, but I really do like pie.
Of course, throwing a pie is WAY better than eating a pie.
51 – Yes, throwing is better than eating. But eating isn’t all that great.
It depends what kind of pie. A fairly light meringue or cream pie is good for throwing, because it is light enough for the areodynamics of the pan to work, so then the pie can fly farther and/or more accurately. A heavy pie is better for eating.
Ah. Well. I never considered that.
Cake’s better than cream pies. Sorry. But, fruit pies are better than cake! Cream and mereuigne pies are the best kind for throwing because they leave a white (or other color) smear instead of a gooey, fruity mess.
An airfoil is the most aerodynamic shape.
Maybe we should make an airfoil-shaped (sort of tear-shaped) pie!
56 – That’d be cool! It would have to have some sort of frame, though…maybe not all that tasty after all.
Blackberry pie….♥♥♥
56- Why mess with the pies? If we want it to fly better, just strap it to a rocket.
58-I’m a pie purist!
None of these fancy newfangled inventions in my kitchen!
How about a little epxedition to liven this thread up a bit? Any ideas for destinations…Mostly Harmless theme park maybe?
ok. Lets make a list of badges here… besides pie throwning…
i suggest randomest fact for bo, a badge for caring/ giving for aeiou, and a poetry badge for craaw. the badges would have the muse of their class on them.
21 – Is anybody familiar with Dr. Steel and his Toy Soldier uniforms? It would be awesome if we could do something like that for Muse Scouts. Then we could appoint a day and all gather in uniforms for a massive celebration of Mostly Harmless.
23 – Same here. I stopped at brownie scout.
I’m too shy to be a good salesperson, so I prefer the militant approach…
*knocks on door* Good afternoon ma’am, do you like choklit?
Lady: I, um…yes?
Me: Good! *pies, grabs $5 and runs away*
*perseveres stubbornly with her idea, just becuase*
Hmmm…alternative destinations:
Museica (somewhere, I’m not too familiar with the area)
H&H
*gulps* *is un-inspired* Are we linked to MA?
Good morning! Would you like a delicious Muse Scout pie?
Poor Victim: Muse Scouts? What the heck?
Me: It’s new, but we have delicious pies!
Poor Victim: Ummm…I don’t like pie.
Me: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? *pies*
That sounds fun!
64- Teehee! “poor victim” At least we’re only mostly harmless!
63-I’d love to go to the Theme Park!
66-Flam…!
Shall we start enrollment:
Hypatia
Bookworm
Those ones with the peanut butter in the middle and the chocolate on the outside? You know the ones that are about 300000000000 calories from fat per bite? DELICIOUS.
But Muse-Scout pies are absolutely fabulous as well.
At the risk of running some copyright issues, here’s the Muse-Scout pledge and law! (Girl-Scout pledge and law inspired of course)
The Muse-Scout Promise
On my honor, I will try:
To serve my fellow Musers and favorite Muses* and my wonderfous country, Museica,
To help musers at all times,
And to live by the Muse-Scout Law.
The Muse-Scout Law
I will do my flamablamabulous best to be
Pieing and thinking,
Super and pwning,
Intelligent and insightful,
Scheming and dreaming, and
responsible for who I pie and questiono,
and to
respect myself and other musers,
respect the GAPA,
use pies wisely,
make the musiverse a more interesting place, and
be a bud to every Muse-Scout.
* The word “Musers and favorite Muses” can be interpreted in a number of ways, depending on one’s spiritual beliefs. When reciting the Girl Scout Promise, it is okay to replace the word “Musers and favorite Muses” with whatever word your spiritual beliefs dictate.
68 – Awesome! *wonders if boy scouts have anything similar or if they think that’s too girly*
A trip to Mostly Harmless theme park sounds really cool. We do need to do stuff besides sell pies. Scouts do a lot more than that. We could have a hike in Kokonino Desert.
I was in Girl Scouts, but the other girls were older than me and bullied me.
69- the promise is simerale, but that law is long.
69-Ooh! A hike would be flam… And we could finish off by refreshing ourselves at the H&H, then maybe stay the night at MA or something!
70-
70 – Doesn’t that defeat the whole purpose of Girl Scouts?
68-Is there anything about keeping a towel at all times?
It seems like we have two Muse Scout expeditions planned at the moment. Here’s the roster:
Hike through Kokonino Desert (possibly followed by refreshments at H&H and a stay at MA):
Hypatia
groundhog22 (?)
Mostly Harmless Theme Park:
Bookworm
Hypatia
groundhog22 (?)
But I’d like to join Muse Scouts!
Add me to the other too, please!
Hike through Kokonino Desert (possibly followed by refreshments at H&H and a stay at MA):
Hypatia
groundhog22 (?)
Bookworm
KaiYves (?)
Mostly Harmless Theme Park:
Bookworm
Hypatia
groundhog22 (?)
KaiYves (?)
I want to go too.
Theme Park? I came up the theme park.
79-I know. And I love it. Do you grant permission for a massive scout outing?
78- What makes you think I don’t want to go? Can you add me?
80- no, I just like to point things liek that out.
I’d like going to the theme park.
I am defintely on the roster for both trips. And I can drive everyone else there, since I have a license.
Hike through Kokonino Desert (possibly followed by refreshments at H&H and a stay at MA):
)
Hypatia
groundhog22 (who is driving
Bookworm
KaiYves
TGYPWYA
Mostly Harmless Theme Park:
Bookworm
Hypatia
groundhog22 (who is driving :grin:)
KaiYves
TGYPWYA
Shall we set the first trip for Sunday?
I’ll hike through Kokonino Kounty, but theme parks just aren’t my thing.
Can I go to the theme park?
85-Sunday it is! Yahoo!
Revised Groups of People for Muse Scout Field Trips:
)
Hike through Kokonino Desert (possibly followed by refreshments at H&H and a stay at MA):
Hypatia
groundhog22 (who is driving
Bookworm
KaiYves
TGYPWYA
Piggy
Mostly Harmless Theme Park:
)
Bookworm
Hypatia
groundhog22 (who is driving
KaiYves
TGYPWYA
Kokonilly
Going on both
Revised Groups of People for Muse Scout Field Trips:
)
Hike through Kokonino Desert (possibly followed by refreshments at H&H and a stay at MA):
Hypatia
groundhog22 (who is driving
Bookworm
KaiYves
TGYPWYA
Piggy
TMFA
Mostly Harmless Theme Park:
)
Bookworm
Hypatia
groundhog22 (who is driving
KaiYves
TGYPWYA
Kokonilly
TMFA
How will the hike on Sunday work? RPG?
92-I would say so. Maybe we should hold the Kokonino desert bit on this thread and the H&H and MA bits at their respective threads…
93-That’s a good idea!
Oh, I can go to both? Then I shall.
Hike through Kokonino Desert (possibly followed by refreshments at H&H and a stay at MA):
Hypatia
groundhog22 (who is driving )
Bookworm
KaiYves
TGYPWYA
Piggy
TMFA
Kokonilly
Mostly Harmless Theme Park:
Bookworm
Hypatia
groundhog22 (who is driving )
KaiYves
TGYPWYA
Kokonilly
TMFA
Arrgh! Sorry about the double post, but the instant I hit submit, something occurred to me. Oh GAPA who moderates this post, do you think you could put this list up on the top of the thread for clarity’s sake!
Danke!!!
Can I go on the field trip?
98-Naturally!
Hike through Kokonino Desert (possibly followed by refreshments at H&H and a stay at MA):
Hypatia
groundhog22 (who is driving )
Bookworm
KaiYves
TGYPWYA
Piggy
TMFA
Kokonilly
Beatlesrockr
Mostly Harmless Theme Park:
Bookworm
Hypatia
groundhog22 (who is driving )
KaiYves
TGYPWYA
Kokonilly
Beatlesrockr
TMFA
Is this all day tomorrow?
100-Just the hike, I believe!
101-Quite right. The hike will last all day tomorrow. The trek itself will take place on this thread, the H&H refreshments at the H&H thread, and the stay at MA can take place on either…I don’t know if we should disrupt the RPG story line. What do you lot think, here or MA?
101 – Oh.
101 – I say here. The MA Rpers might not be so pleased if we descend on their thread.
((102-How about the MA not RPG thread. It’s basically unused, I believe…))
Waking up early, I’m ready for the first Muse Scouts Field Trip, I’ve been a member since Muse Scouts began, so I’m really happy we get to go hiking today. I walk over to the Muse Scout Meeting Place, and discover no one is here. I guess they’re all still sleeping…
104-Makes sense. I’m going to start hiking!
The day was perfect for a hike, and I felt ready, or atleast to the extent I ever could be. I had some water packed in my satchel, an insane little kerchief, and one or two other “necessary” items (book…). I neared the scout complex. Not many people were there yet. Still, undettered, “Hello all,” I called out to what might have been an empty lot, cheerfully. “Ready to rumble?” I added, adjusting my Mostly Harmless badge a little.
“Ready to rumble, Hypatia!” I grinned. “Anyone else here yet?”
“I sure am,” I responded cheerfully to Bookworm. “Unfortunately, we seem to be the only ones, but I’m sure people will show up soon. Oh and watch out, I have an immense stock of pies ready for the whole troop as soon as the hike is underway! What hath Hypatia wrought?” I grin. “Can’t wait! Let’s get going as soon as one or two people have arrived!”
“Hmm…not many people have showed up, so I think we should just start the hike. People can join in when they arrive,” I say. I set off towards Kokonino desert, softly humming the lama song to myself and devising evil pie-throwing schemes.
“I’m here for the hike!” I announced, joining Hypatia “This will be fun!”
“Halloo, Kai” I say cheerily, before greeting her in the customary Muse fashion. “Lemon berry! With fresh Meyer lemons too,” I say, unable to supress a grin. “This is going to pwn!”
Walking, walking, walking… “I am the very model of a modern major general, and I’m singing this song for no apparent reasonal…”
“All right! Hikin’ time! I say we figure out where we are and where we should go. Someone brought some water, right?”
113-“Tons!” I respond to Piggy, before pieing everyone!
I hear Bookworm singing. “GMO, I love that song,” I squeal. I leave off with the lama song and start singing with Bookworm. Taking a brief pause, I say quickly, “I think no matter where we go the desert is full of delights. Let’s just walk and see where we wind up. H&H tomorrow. MA Tuesday, I would say as a schedule.”
“I’ve got water. According to the map, there’s three trails that lead off of this main one, and they’re all about the same length. One goes to a cavern, one to an ancient pueblo, and the other to a mesa we could climb.”
“My vote goes to the mesa,” I respond to Kai. “A pinch of history, a pinch of acrobacy! I likes!” I say, completely ecstatic that the hike is really underway.
“Let’s go mesa climbing! Or one of the others, if you wanted…”
“I vote mesa climbing, but I’d also like to go to the cavern. Hard to pick,”
“Let’s mesa climb today, as it seems to be the most popular option. Then we can see what tomorrow brings!”
“Yes, that was what I was going to say, too. I don’t like caves.”
I drove my newly inherited 12-seater van up to the meeting place. I had made sure the AC was working fully before I set off which had taken some time. I rolled down the window. “Hey peoples!” I yelled. “Where exactly are we going?”
“Hiya,” I yell to groundhog! “Can we hop in? We were thinking to take the trail to mesa. Maybe we should drive to the mouth of the trail and then walk the rest. But its up to you. What do you say?” I say, barely able to contain my excitement.
Me: Good morning! I am from Muse Scouts! Would you like to buy a pie?
Granny in house: Sure, sonny.
Me: I’m not a sonny. I’m a girl.
Granny: Ah well. What was that about pie?
Mw: do you want your pie faced or boxed?
Granny: faced, sonny, I don’t believe in hiding from pies.
Me: okay! *pies*
Granny: they just don’t make the children like they used to.
I jumped down from the roof of Groundhog’s van. “I really don’t care what we do, as long as I’m not on that roof anymore.” Seeing the look on everyone’s face, Groundhog’s in particular, I said, “Before you ask how I got on top of your van, I’d like to point out that I don’t even know. The point is, I’m here, and Groundhog didn’t drive under any low overpasses.”
Driving to the mesa, driving to the mesa! Exciting! ((One Muse Scout trip can take more than one day. It’s an RPG, so it can go on ’till we feel finished!))
(Sorry I’m late.)
I come into the starting place in full scout uniform. I have a backpack with:
20 m of rope
Lots of food
1 water bottle, 32 oz
3 changes of clothes
4 poles
a tent
a book
Around My neck I have a compass, a whistle, and a macthbox.
((Don’t forget a couple of pouches of dehydrated pie.))
((127- What do you think’s in “lots of food”?))
((Oh, you classify pies as food. How novel.))
((129- anything that goes in your mouth is food. this is why I try to pie people when they have there mouth open. I can could the pie as food.))
I gaped as TGYPWYA jumped off my roof. He must have been either really light or really good at spreading his weight out. I had used the van as a ladder when it still belonged to my parents, and I knew that if someone climbed on top of it, the roof would dent in a bit, something that I would have noticed. I shooed away my surprise and replied sarcastically. “No, you can’t hop in. I’m going to sit here with the AC on gloating about how the rest of you are standing out in the sun.” I paused for a moment. “The door’s unlocked. Come on in.”
((130- Then is gum food?))
“If everybody’s got sleeping bags, we could even camp out at the mesa, which would be uber-cool.”
Dangit. I couldn’t come on yesterday.
((132-yes.
133- Remeber your (())s!))
((134 – It’s still going on?
))
“Hello!”
((I think I would be perfectly fine with you guys invading the RPG thread for a little bit, but we’re having an adventure right now, discovering Boo’s evil plot and running around in the MA basement, so I’ll let you know when it’s OK to come.))
“Hiya, Kokonilly,” I say exuberantly. “Up for a trip to the mesa?” I then inquire.
136- ((Thanks, though I suspect we’ll end up doing it here anyway
))
“Yes! I would love to go to the… mesa.” I fingered my Kokopelli necklace.
I luagh heartily. “Yeah! You seem prepared,” I say to Kokonilly. “Well, since groundhog is ready for us, and almost everyone seems to have arrived, I vote we set off,” I add, jumping into groundhog’s car. The AC provides welcome relief from the oprresive and stifling heat of the desert and I thankfully sprawl all over the seats.
And… We’re here! Gazing up at the majestic mesa, I wonder how we could have missed it. “It’s… it’s awe-inspiring…” I say to the carful of Muse Scouts. Beside me, Lurline murmurs appreciatively. I guess it’s time to climb a mesa!
“Oh, Bother!” I yell “You guys are whimps!” I take off my backpack and take out an folded-up bike. “Be Prepared… For Pie!”* I yell as I bike off in the 100 plus degree heat.
*The muse scout motto.
“Nah, I’ll just get back onto the roof, I need a tan.” Of course, I climb into the van anyway.
Having arrived at the mesa (with a couple of pies in the face, courtesy of TMFA, I step out and survey the scene. I catch Bookworm saying “its awe inspiring” and nod appreciatively. It really is. But, being, by nature, an impatient person, I can’t stand the idea of waiting. Even the drive, though pleasant, kept me cooped up for too long, and energy is bursting from my every limb. “Let’s get climbing,” I shout, simultaneously distributing a few pies to strengthen the effect.
I pulled up to the mesa. Everyone scrambled out of the car, already flinging pies. Good thing they only started after they got out–lemon cream was impossible to clean off of the seats. I pulled out my extra-strong sunscreen and slathered it on–otherwise I’d burn to a crisp. I shrugged my backback on and followed everyone else up the trail. My bag contained lots of extra water and a first aid kit, as well as several pies that I could whip out at a moment’s notice.
“Sure thing!” I grabbed a grapling hook and twirled it, to build up energy, then let it go. It landed on a ledge, twenty feet up. I checked to see that it was secure.
“Okay, let’s go!”
“Mmm, Lemon Merangue!” I say appreciatively, licking the pie off my face. “Time to get climbing!” I start towards the mesa.
I looked up nervously. Then, closing my eyes, I started to climb. “KOKONILLY!” I heard. “OPEN YOUR EYES!!!”
Oops. I nearly ran into a large boulder.
I watched appreciatively as everyone climbed up to the first ledge. I snapped a few pictures, then put my camera away before I had to climb up. Hopefully I wouldn’t make a complete fool of myself. I tugged on the rope, then hoisted myself up, bit by bit. Once I got to the top, I detached the grappling hook and coiled up the rope. KaiYves was already climbing up to the next ledge with another rope, so I just waited and snapped more pictures.
((What’s really funny is that tomorrow I’m going on a four-day trip with my school where we’re going on a hike very similar to this one. It also means that I won’t be able to participate in this until Sunday. Ah well.))
As I pulled myself onto the ledge, I muttered to myself, “Climbing– not my thing.” I paused for a short breather before starting up towards the next ledge.
Up and up we climbed. On the third ledge, I decided to stop and look at the view. Bad idea! I hadn’t realized how much I relied on the ground until I was up high above it. I turned away, and decided to read up here for a little while.
I climbed higher. “Good thing I brought my Crocs — good climbing shoes,” I muttered.
I pulled myself up to a ledge, took a sip of water, and carried on.
I climbed: grasping one foothold than another and so on, with a rythym that was music to my ears. I was seized by violent paroxysms of fear for one moment as the rock on which I was standing crumbled, however, the rope was strong, and I was soon back on firmer terrain. “Thank you to whoever tied these ingenious knots,” I shouted, smiling broadly, before continuing up. I join Bookworm on the third ledge, just as I see Kokonilly climbing off into the distance. “Hiya. Whatcha reading?” I inquire.
“Wyrd Sisters! Always bring a Terry Pratchett book with you, that’s my motto! This is one of my favorites.”
“Sounds good!” I respond cheerfully, adding, “Happy reading and don’t get too emersed in the book! Don’t want you tumbling off the ledge.” I am soon scampering up the cliff again.
The mesa is beautiful. On the next ledge, with only three more to go, I pause briefly. “Does anyone have a guidebook with the history of this place?” I yell up, “It seems like it might be worth knowing.” As I await a response, I sit down, intending to pull out a book and read. My eyes, however, are diverted by the sunset: beautiful and mystical. “Look at the sunset,” I shout. “Its resplendent. Maybe we can get to the top before its over: it must be even more spectacular from the top.” With these words, I tear my eyes away and begin climbing once again, only much faster now.
I followed Hypatia, scrambling up the ledges. The top wasn’t really that far away now.
I thought. Hypatia was already at the top, and she reached down a hand pull me the last few feet.
“Thanks.” I said
From the top, you could see for miles. The sunset gave the landscape an orange, almost Martian glow.
Kai stands beside me in silence. I sense both of our unwilllingness to perturb the tranquility of the evening.
I think. I look toward the southeast, at the ruins of the pueblo. The buildings are casting long shadows.
I think
“Say, what’s that bright light in the east?” somebody asks
“Hmm… not blinking, moving slowly, in an arc… probably a satellite. In fact, judging by the brightness, it might be the Space Station.”
I see Kai’s eyes dart towards the pueblo. Silhouetted against the suffusion of colors that is sunset, it looks superb. I can no longer refrain the urge from saying something. “This place has a divine beauty about it. Let’s camp out up on top. Maybe we’ll catch the sunrise, too.” I say, adding “as soon as everyone else shows up, we can vote on it.”
((Does anyone mind if I appear out of nowhere and act like I’ve been in on the adventure since the start? If you do, just ignore this.))
I struggle up to where Kai and Hypatia stood, panting. “Did someone say vote?” I ask, rubbing my shin where I bruised it on a rock. “What are we voting on?”
“Hiya, Alice, glad to see you made it up safe and sound. We’re voting on whether to camp out up here and try to catch tomorrow’s sunrise, which promises to be spectacular, or take the more orthodox approach and sleep in the van. Bookworm’s somewhere down there emersed in a Terry Pratchett book. I’m not sure what the chances of his showing up within any reasonable space of time are. As for the others, they’re around. As soon as everyone’s up, we can cast our ballots ; )!” I say, as Alice clambers over the ridge.
“I say we camp up here!”
“Me too! I don’t want to miss that sunrise,” I respond softly, subdued by the night’s beauty.
The sunset finishes; the colors recede into blackness. The spell is broken. To cheer myself up and waive off the darkness of the night, I begin to hum a rousing chorus of the llama song.
I join in.
“Oooh! I know,” I say. “Let’s make a big crackling camp fire!”
“I’m up, I’m up!” I say as I rush up to the top branch, “I finished Wyr-” I suddenly stopped, amazed by the view. Without a word, I begin to set up my tent. And then, I sing the llama song!
Joining in the llama song, I watch the stars come out in the darkening sky. Probably the darkest skies I’ve seen since Australia.
I pull myself up onto the top and say, “Let’s camp here, I like the view,” and then mutter under my breath, “And the idea of rest.”
I climbed up. “I want to camp here!”
“Excellent. The general consensus seems to be that we camp up here!” I say, then add, “I’ve amassed some sticks. I was just proposing that we light one of those nice aromatic crackling camp fires. What do you think?” adressing my question to everyone.
“Ooh! Can we roast marshmallows???”
“I brought several bags along, Kokonilly! I’m putting a light on the fire just now!”
((I’m going to assume everyone is at the top now…))
I hoisted myself up from the last ledge to the top of the mesa, and pulled in the rope. I handed that rope and the other ones that I’d collected as we went up back to KaiYves. “Wow…” I said. “This is beautiful. I pulled my tripod out of my bag, and set up my camera on it to take pictures of the night sky. While I was snapping away, I noticed that The Bookworm was starting a campfire. That was a good idea, considering that everyone seemed to want to camp up here. Good thing I’d brought my sleeping bag.
I pointed out some targets for groundhog to photograph. I was sure they’d turn out stunning. Maybe even worth of Sky and Telescope’s Photos From Our Readers section.
“Marshmallows, anyone? The fire’s blazing, and I have bags full!”
“Are they vegan?”
“Hey, I’d love a few!” I look up at the sky. “Great view from here, isn’t it?”
“yup.”
“Yup, that bright one’s Vega in the northeast. That’s where The Signal was from in Contact. Great movie.”
“Mmph.” I swallowed. “Yum.”
I much on a marshmallow, lying on my back and staring at the sky. “What a gorgeous night,” I murmur.
“We can’t turn out the lights, but I’m still turning in. Nighty-night!”
“Yeah, I guess I’ll turn in, too.”
“Me, too.” I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
People seem to be retiring for the night. Always having been a bit of a night owl, I decide to stay up a moment longer. The night sky is beautiful. Hweover, my knowledge is rudimentary, and I can identify only the most basic constellations. Gradually, this begins to nag at me. I set out to solve my problem. I can’t imagine why (:grin: ), but I have a vague presentiment that Kai will have some astronomy books with her. I invade her knapsack, hoping she won’t mind, ((hope you really don’t mind that I am taking such liberties : ) )) and sure enough I find one. Now, I am even better able to appreciate the spectacle and sit in utter contentment for a while, not yet tired, though I know that it is only a matter of time.
I tossed and turned. I was having a splendid nightmare in which Kokopelli threw numerous pies at me.
I woke up, walked outside, and got bitten madly by mosquitoes.
“Hiya, Kokonilly! You’ll be wanting some of this,” I say, tossing her some (deet-free) bug repellent.
“…Thanks,” I mumbled, my skin already starting to swell. ((Did I mention I’m allergic to mosquito bites?)) “I think I’ll need some kind of cream now… Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow…”
“Hmm…maybe there’s something in the first aid kit?” I say, looking on anxiously as Kokonilly’s bite swells.
“Hurry!” I said, as it started to itch. Everywhere I had been bitten was itchy, and I resisted the urge to just scratch it…
I rush to the first aid kit, cast a fleeting look at its contents, notice a jar labeled anti-itch, and, hoping that my eyes aren’t deceiving me, toss it to Kokonilly. “Try lathering some of that on,” I say.
“Is it morning?” I said, bleary eyed as I crawled out of my sleeping bag.
I started generously applying the cream, as Bookworm emerged bleary-eyed from his tent.
“Morning already?” I asked.
“I think so… Did you two get any sleep?” I paused. “I need some coffee!”
“Not really. I had a terrific nightmare, so I woke up, came outside, and got bitten madly.” I gestured sadly to my swollen arms and legs.
I yawned as I wearily joined Kokonilly and Bookworm. “I could go for some coffee right now too, or else I may never fully wake up. But I doubt anyone brought a coffee maker, so I’ll just go find the nearest Starbucks. There’s probably one within a half-mile radius of here, there always is.”
I was always hard to get up, unless there was something urgent. Somehow the call for coffee registered in my brain as “urgent” although I wasn’t sure why. “Someone wanted coffee?” I called blearily, sitting up in my sleeping bag. “I’ve got some instant stuff in my backpack.” I pulled a few packets out of a side pocket on my bag and waved them in the air.
“Coffee!”
I sat down wearily and gazed at the horizon. There didn’t seem to be any Starbucks nearby, but you never know.
After ascertaining that there was indeed some demand for coffee, I pulled a battered kettle, some foam cups, and a couple packets of the instant cocoa that I was planning on drinking out of my pack. Then I pulled out a sterno can–kind of cheating when you’re camping, but oh well–and a box of matches. I lit the sterno can, and set up the kettle on a stand above it. Then I poured water out of my canteen into the kettle. Within a few minutes, the water was boiling. I poured some of it into a foam cup, added my hot cocoa mix, and stirred. Then I took a sip. It was delicious. I called out to the general crowd “Hey, does anyone want coffee? I’ve got hot water and some of the instant stuff.”
“Got any soy milk? I don’t really like coffee. Oh, and to whoever was looking at my books last night, thank you for putting them back so neatly.”
“Eew! Coffee! No, I’ll just sit here and wait for the itching to go away.” I sighed. This promised to be a long day.
Everyone seems to getting up. Of course, I haven’t slept a wink (not that that perturbs me). There also seems to be a widely preavlent desire of coffee. As I’m not so hot on the stuff, I steal a little of gorundhog’s hot water (adding, apologetically, “sorry”) and make myself a cup of mint tea. “I have a surplus of teabags if anyone wants,” I say outloud.
“Tea! Coffee! Both! (Please!)” I make some coffee, and some tea, and drink both. “Oh, Kai! So sorry, I read your books last night, I just couldn’t resist! They were so good!”
“No problem. I just remembered the order I put them in, and noticed somebody moved them. Yeah, maybe I do have a little bit of OCD.”
“Well, I’ve got a bit of real milk in a thermos. But if you’re lactose intolerant that doesn’t really work.” I answered KaiYves. I took another gulp of my hot cocoa. It didn’t have any caffeine in it, but the taste woke me up very well.
“Real milk’s fine. I just like the taste of soy.” I said.
I poured some milk out of the thermos into one of the cups and handed it to KaiYves. Then I poured a bit of it into my hot cocoa. It cooled the stuff of a bit, and made it creamier. I took a long satisfying gulp of it.
The bites subsiding, I joined groundhog. “Hey, can I have some of that hot cocoa please?”
“Sure!” I replied, shaking another packet of cocoa into a cup of hot water. I stirred it up and handed it to Kokonilly. “Here you go.” I said. “If you want to cool it off a bit, you can use some of my milk.”
“Thanks, but I like REALLY hot chocolate.” I took a sip. “Yummm…”
I sip my tea. Hoping to avoid the general hullabaloo, I have had my head in a book for the past few minutes. Now that it seems to have subsided, however, I ask the question that has been on the tip of my tongue for about five minutes, “Um…how about we stay on camp for about an hour. I don’t know about anyone else, but I have so much pie history homework due on my return that I need a moment. Besides, I don’t want to think I’ve lugged my huge pie war textbook here for nothing…”
Something Kai said earlier registers. “You like soymilk too? GMO! More similarities. Very very flamablamablous if you ask me!” I say.
“I don’t really like milk, or soy milk. You could call me milkophobic. Just don’t call me lactophobic. I love cheese!”
“Were you born in February 1993 by any chance, Hypatia?”
“Nope, I’m a pinch younger. I assume you’re in 9th grade? I’m going into 9th in September…But still, there could be a bigger discrepancy!” I say.
“I’m graduating 9th on June 13th.”
((Just joining!))
I walk up to Kokonilly, and PIE her with…A HOT CHOCOLATE PIE!!!
*splat*
*Looks away, pretending I did nothing*
*tries to whistle*
*does same thing to groundhog*
*Walks away, looking for more people to pie (while trying to whistle)*
I sputtered as a hot chocolate pie hit me in the face. Wiping the brown goop out of my eyes, I saw AvalonGirl attempting to look innocent. “I’ll get you for that!” I shouted, leaping out of my sleeping bag, which I had been sitting up in all of this time. I pulled a few of my pies out of my pack and sprinted after her.
SERAFINA:
I suddenly was tripped by someone, and landed RIGHT IN FRONT of groundhog…sadly making her trip over me. (I had been heading to my backpack to grab some under-ripe lime/lemon-flavored pies…)
AVALONGIRL:
Realizing groundhog was running after me, I tripped Serafina, sprinted around Bookworm, WHOOSHED between Kai and Hypatia (“Sorry!”) and ran to my bag, grabbing a dark-chocolate-peppermint-ice-cream-flavored pie. I pinned myself against the wall.
I take a Key Lime Pie from my bag and throw it at AvalonGirl!
And I get into my bag and grab a cotton-candy-flavored pie, and throw it at Bookworm!
((ooh! this sounds FUN!!!! anyone caer to summarize?))
((should I just join?))
224- (we’re on a Muse Scout expedition, in a mesa, having a mini pie war. Join!)
I can’t resist but take part in the hullabaloo! Immediately, I seize a pumpkin pie and shove it in Bookworm’s face while he is absorbed in pieing Avalon Girl!
“The mix of pumpkin and cotton candy is not exactly tasty!” I pick up a Lemon Meringue Pie and throw it at Hypatia, then duck and watch Hypatia’s Pie, intended for me, fly straight into AvalonGirl’s face!
“Meanie!” I shout playfully at Bookworm, chucking a rasperry tart at his nose, while licking the lemon off of mine. Then, for good measure, I send two apple cinammon pies shooting towards Serafina!
((We’ve finally come out of the basement on the MA RPG thread, so you guys can come anytime you like. But you probably already know that, as most of you post on the RPG.))
AVALONGIRL:
“Yuck! Actually, pumpkin pie is kinda good…” I commented. I slashed my dark-chocolate-peppermint-ice-cream-flavored is two, and threw the halves at Hypatia and Bookworm, and then pied BOTH of them with sour-granny-smith-apple-flavored pies!
SERAFINA:
Seeing the apple cinnamon pies shooting towards me, I duck, and send my under-ripe lime/lemon-flavored pies towards where the cinnamon pies came from!
Avalongirl and Serafina’s pies hit me simultaneously. The suffusion of flavors is delightful, and I am ready to take a yet more active part in the melee. I grab a cherry pie, run up behind Avalongirl and toss it lightly at her back. I then seize a lemon tart, which I tear in half. Adjusting my position slightly, I deploy these in Bookworm’s and Serafina’s general directions. I laugh. “Come and get me,” I tease.
All of a sudden, I have an epiphany. Grabbing a pie in either hand, I begin to scale a tree. “I’m gonna get gravity on my side! What a team we’ll be,” I say, barely able to keep the laugh out of my voice.
I grab a Strawberry Rhubarb Pie and throw it at Hypatia in the tree!
Bookworm’s pie scrapes my knee. “Revenge will be mine,” I call cheerily down, accompanying my vocal greeting with a doughy one (in the form of yet another punpkin pie laden abundantly with whip cream).
AVALONGIRL:
I duck, and grab the pie. I throw it back at Bookworm, and intercept half of a lemon tart he threw-and throw THAT at him. “Good going, Hypatia!” I yell.
SERAFINA:
((Hypatia, where did the tree come from?))
Grabbing a FAT-FREE COTTON CANDY pie, a no sugar gummy bear pie, a lemonade pie, a grape medicine pie, and a overripe headshot pie, I go crazy, shooting them in all directions! As people glared at me, I practically flew up the fountain of Kokopelli, and continued to sit on the fountain’s head.
((*hums innocently* It was there all along… ; ) ))
“Thanks, Avalongirl,” I reply, laughing hard enough to potentially fall out of the tree. Which I do in seconds, landing, luckily, on Serafina’s pie pile and with tears of laughter in my eyes. I quickly set to using my cushion as ammo, hurling pies haphazardly in every direction! “You are going down!” I shout to nobody in particular, as I lick a pinch of whip cream of my nose and continue the pieing frenzy!
*pops up out of absolutly nowhere with a wheelbarrowlode full of pies* “pies for sale! pies for Sale!!” I am mobbed with requests for pies, and then with the same pis! I grab a rhubarb pie with lethal sized chunks of almond. “get back here you scallywags!!!! imagine! stealing pies and throwing them at an innocent pie vender!!!” slinging the pie like a frizbee, I chuck t=it at hypita, hitting her full in the face. then I haul a wagon sized pie to the bottom of the tree, just in case she falls ((I am the Totally Random Pie Vendor))
AVALONGIRL:
“Thanks for vacating the spot, Hypatia! It’s mine now!” I yelled, leaping into the tree and hurling pies at Hypatia first. Than Bookworm, than TRPV (who is also earthgirl), then Serafina!
SERAFINA:
‘Yuck!” I spluttered. “Cotton candy!” I tossed a pie where I thought the first pie had come from…at the bottom of the tree!
((free pies?))
I grab a stack of candy and veggetable flavored pies, and hurl them at anyone approaching my pie trolly. “the Twix pies are divine!” “here try a brocolie with that nerds pie!” everyone near me is barraged with a mess of delicious and disgusting pies, but
Sefrina bore the brunt of my attack! “vegetables are good for you” I quip cheerfully
“Eep,” I shout overwhelmed (in a good way) by the flurry of action. The most appropriate response I can conceive of is to continue pieing, which I do, with even greater vehemence, including Eria as one of my targets.
((actually, I’m The Totally Random Pie Vendor, or the TRPV, in this one, eria in MA and earthgirl in the Bunny Apolescything, but I know who you are talking about))
I get a vanilla pecan in the chest!
a direct hit, now who did it come from… there! It was hypatia! “feel, no, TASTE the wrath of my delux experimental combo pies!” I cry slinging a 18” cherry-garcia-ice-cream and nutter-butter-cookie pie her way. she was engulfed in a wave of cherry-penut butter sticky and creamy goodness!
SERAFINA:
“EEWWWW!!” I screamed, after getting hit in the face by an asparagus pie, and a Twix pie. “ERIA!!!” I yelled. Than I threw some pies at her in revenge.
“Yum! Delightful, really gourmet! Thanks awfully!” I shout gleefully at TRPV’s retreating figure. My doughy expression of gratitude accompanies my words. “Watch out, ” I shout, “Lemon with berries coming your way!” Meanwhile, I have to cope with the flurry of pies being whisked at me by Avalongirl. I use my one free hand to climb the tree, carry a pie between my chin and neck. The climbing is precarious business, made worse by the rampage of pies, but it is impossible to quell my revanchist spirit. “I’m coming to get you,” I shout jokingly at Avalongirl, flicking some excess whip cream in her general direction.
“Pies, Pies Everywhere!” I run up to the TRPV, and jump onto her cart, and then spin it out of her grasp. I jump out and wheel it back! I take several pies and dole them out, (Pieing!) to Hypatia, AvalonGirl, Serafina, and the startled Pie Vendor!
Bookworm’s pie nearly knocks me off the branch on which I am precariously perched, however I manage to hold my balance and even fling a tartlet in his general direction.
AVALONGIRL:
I dodge the whip cream, and toss some ice cream cake pies down at Hypatia: SPLATTTT!!!
Satisfied, I grinned. No one could fight me. So I climbed up to the top of the tree, just in case…
SERAFINA:
i ducked the flurry of pies from Bookworm. And wrenched Koko’s flute out of his hand. I then thrust the flute into a pie, and tossed that pie-which JUST happened to be a homing pie-at Bookworm…
((Ack! Gone for so long!))
I was sipping my hot chocolate when I tasted more. In the face. I wiped some off my eyes and lurked until AvalonGirl climbed the tree. I snuck up after her and caught her head-on with a peanut butter and banana pie.
((Not as long as groundhog-who has not been seen since post 220-29 posts ago!))
AVALONGIRL:
As the pbb pie struck my face, I yelled down at Kokonilly: “That tasted good! Thanks!” and hit her with a rubber-cement-and-golf-ball pie! Than I yealled “Mostly harmless!”
“Ow… That was NOT mostly harmless. That was mean.” I run back at her and throw a volley of homing pies at her. While applying ice to my nose.
“thats MY PIE CART!!!!” I screech at bookworm, trying to knok him off with soem of Avongirl’s “mostly harmlsee” pies. (only mine are paint-filled-balloon and tacky glue!!!
) when he resists those I pull out some new pies, giving a salesman like spluge as I do so. “here ladies and gentlemen *gets wacked by pbp*… or not so gentle.. I give you the paint pie! each pie is filled with an assortment of paint filled balloons, covered in a thick layer of whiped cream in the color of you’r choice! the paints come in reainbow, cool colors, warm colors, coplementary col-” *gets cut off by a bubble gum pie* *continues to pie bookworm and Avongirl with paint pies*
I grab a paint pie and send it straight into the vendor’s face!
I throw a bubble gum pie at Bookworm and everybody else, dust off my clothes, and sit down primly on a rock.
spluttering purple and yellow paint out of my face I say, “creative color chice, though personally I like” I pie bookworm with a blue and orange pie “that better” I follow it up with a green and red, them a rainbow delux 2 footer, finally knocking bookworm off MY PIE CART!!!!! I leap onto the recently vacated space, and thinking a warm colored pie would go nickly with the green foliage, chuck ti at Avongirl
I get a snickers and brussle sprot pie for kokonilly, and fling it along with “don’t bother playing innocent young lady!! we all know it was you! whee!!!!
*jumps in and pies Kokonilly and earthgirl simultaneously with dutch apple pies*
Aaah, I haven’t had a pie fight for so long…
Pieing frenzy! Wee! I pie everyone within site…which means everyone…
*ducks and throws a pecan pie at Hypatia*
*also pies Bookworm with banana cream*
*channels full force of pieing at IBCF*
AVALONGIRL:
“Ow! Ouch! Wha-owwww!!!” I squealed, each squeal coming directly after a homing pie. “Kokonilly, you’re-ow-not-ouch-mostly har-OWWW-mless-YAOW-either!” I threw a ice-cream-cake flavored pie at her in lame retaliation. And I ducked the pie from Hypatia—right-down-left-SPLAT! “Ick….” I grimaced. “Pie-flavored pie. Just gross.” I pretty gave up all hope of hitting anyone at that point. Then I had a pieing frenzy-mostly aimed at Ã߀ƒ, Bookworm, Hypatia, TRPV, and Eria! “Remember,” I called out cheerfully, “We’re Mostly Harmless!” And I threw a hot thingy at Kokonilly, just to melt her ice.
*channels full force of pieing at Hypatia*
I unleash a rampage of peach pie upon IBCF. Then for the maximum effect, I come running towards him, my arms flailing (releasing pies of course) and attempt to clamp a pie upon his head.
This done, I turn up to the tree, grab one of the lower branches, nestle my clementine pie on it, and send it careening (by catapult) towards Avalongirl.
“EEW!!! SNICKERS!!!! I’ll get you for that!!!”
I pie IBCF and Eria with Pepto-Bismol pies with a “Hee hee, here’s a bit of your own medicine!”
I stop and ponder how bad of a joke that was, then get Hypatia with an ice cream pie.
“You’ll pay for this,” I shout gleefully to Kokonilly. Submerging myself in the pie pile at the foot of the tree, I crawl inconspicuously towards Kokonilly. Inches away, I seize at her ankle, hoping to drag her down into the mess of whip cream and fruity compotes that I have dragged their (on my body) for the sake of that expressed purpose.
I trip a little bit (I have good balance), whirl around, and accidentally step on Hypatia.
All right, then–*spike pies Hypatia*
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*throws stinky cheese pie at AvalonGirl*
I dump a gian whip cream and cherry flavored pie (i’m talking like 4′ wide) over kokonilly and hypatia, submerging them in pink goo!
“whoopee!!! how’s that for medicine!!!” I eclaim, aiming a tylenol flavored pie at kokonilly who is defensless uner the cherry pie ((by the way, for this thread, my name is The Totally Random Pie Vendor, or ttrpv. if you say eria or earthgirl, I will know it’s me, but l like to avoid confusion. each name has a different personality see))
“Ouch!’ I say somewhat loudly, my hand smarting. “You’ll pay,” I shout to Kokonilly, unable to supress my smile. I seize some of the pies from my pile and hurl them haphazardly at her.
I roll to the side just in time to evade IBCF’s spike pie and send one hurtling at TRPV!
“Mmph.” I struggle to get free. “How about a HUG????” I run up to TTRPV and give her a giant bear hug as she shrieks and squirms.
266- *shrugs* *throws another spike pie*
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*pies TTRPV with cherry as she is being hugged*
How many pies did you bring? I’m glad I don’t have to hike long distances carrying a Muse Scout backpack.
(272) Yes, the refrigeration units alone must weigh a ton.
Also, as I recall, good scouts always leave the campsite at least as tidy as they found it. I don’t envy the clean up job ahead.
272, 272- Aw. You’ve just spoiled our fun. *stops fighting* *wishes the old pie wars were back*
((I’m going to start tommorrow! But now I have to go to bed. Cya!))
I look mutely at our camp. It is a mess.
272-I have a portable freezer! Woohoo!
273-Ummm…everyone else will clean it up. Yes! Everyone else will clean it up. *Walks out of campsite, whistling*
I duck the 2 pies coming at me, and throw vortex and sponge pies all over the ground!
SERAFINA:
I throw sponge, Astroturf, and chalk pies! At not just the ground…but everyone.
Swiffer-Dusters Out! I pull several out of my bag, and hand them to the various pie-covered Muse Scouts! I begin clean up.
Poo. *cleans up mess*
I’m serious about wanting more pie wars, though. I wish that I was there for the one in 2006, but… *sigh*
“Thanks, Bookworm” I say. I wipe the goop out of my eyes, dust off my hands, and get to work.
I wipe off some gooey pink frosting off my arm and clean up. We need more pie wars.
We do need more pie wars.
“Vacuum cleaners,” I roar incredulously, “Swiffer dusters? I’ll stick to good old fashioned jaws!” I kneel down and munch away. It only takes a moment to get me feeling queesy. “Fine, fine, I concede the point,” I say and pull out a broom. Hoping to start a conversation, I think out loud, “According to ‘Attack of the Smart Pies’, Urania’s observatory is at the top of a mesa…in Kokonino desert. I have a feeling this might just be the one. If we find it, maybe we could even get a tour!”
“Urania’s Observatory? Awesome! Let’s go, once we finish cleaning!” *Swiffer Dusts Speedily*
*whirls around* Done cleaning up! Let’s go!
((Alright! It is tommorrow according to yesterday. So I’m starting! I now randomly appear.))
“Dust-buster time!!!” I say as I pull out my mini-vacuum. Every SPLAT near me gets sucked into it. “Ah, poop. It’s full. I guess I’ll just empty it.” *dumps it out on grass*
((286- Whoops! Conceding post alert! WHEEOOOWHEEOOO))
*finishing touches* “Ready to rumble, then?” I say. “I vote we head towards that far off spire! It could well be Urania’s telescope!”
So, the administrators have not heeded my request.
Not a wise choice.
I am starting a group called the New Pie War Lovers. All who wish to join may, provided that they, as led to be expected, want a new pie war thread. Resistance will not be tolerated, and those who disagree with my terms will be promptly crushed (with pastry). I will invade all the threads and hurl pies at whoever is foolish enough not to join me. The PoPoPo is no bother to me, I will bribe them with choklit.
All I want is:
A new pie war thread, labled “Pie Wars, 2008.1.” The word “Classic” is not necessary, I am not attempting to reminisce the good old days, these are the good days. Whether we use them to hurl bakery products is what differentiates “the good old days” from now is what matters. Whatever. You know what I mean.
290- Oh, and any who mock me for the grammar in the third sentence of paragraph #2 will be considered an enemy to NPWL, regardless of if they agree to my requests.
291- what do you mean by bad Grammer?
*stays on IBCF’s good side*
292- “Whether we use them to hurl bakery products is what differentiates “the good old days†from now is what matters.”
Read that sentance out loud. Doesn’t something sound wrong with it?
“To the spire!”
“Yes, to the spire!”
I decided to ignore the fact that a wayward pie had stunned me, keeping me out of the fight and follow The Bookworm and KaiYves to the spire.
-293 I’ll join.
NPWL
A new approach to pie
Spire? *follows*
*Follows*
*shoves any mostly unharmed pies into infinatly large pie cart* *pie cart magically compresses into a backpack* “hey wait up! I’ve decided to jain muse scouts” *follows*
((Going until monday!))
((301- See Yah!)
“I’m coming too! Wait for meeeeee!!!!”
hike up the formerly invilible spire followihg every one else
“is that a giant telescope up there??” *points* everyone agrees to check it out *hikes towards potential telescope* ((who’s gonna be urania if we find her?))
((randomly- how do new kinds of points happen? can I make some?!! or would that result in points being worthless because there are too many, like money))
((304- Obviously she’s a shared character that everyone writes for. Or maybe she’s away at the JPL database examing the stuff there, and we don’t meet her.))
((306- Yeah, she’s probably busy looking at pictures from Phoenix.))
((No, let’s meet her. She can be shared.)) *Hikes Up*
“Squee!” I scream. “This ought to be merveilleux!”
((Ok, we’ll meet her then.))
*cringes* “Ouch, Hypatia, don’t scream in my ear.” I say to her. I insert my earplugs for my ipod and listen to Pirates of the Caribbean 3 soundtrack.
“Sorry,” I say, a bit embarassed. That has to be the most-spoken phrase in my presence. I have a VERY loud and somewhat shrill voice. However, I take the hint from Zinc, and I grab my Ipod and start listening to Argonautika.
*hikes* I heard Hypatia in the distance and cringed. I had also been on the receiving end of her shrieks. They weren’t pretty.
((shared sounds nice)) *hikes* “is anyone getting hungry? I have some pies (being a the totally random PIE VENDOR and all), but if even a SLICE gets thrown, no more pies.” *hand out pies* asks preferences* *redistributes pies according to prefference*
*hears hypatia and almost drops a cherery pie in shock* “what was that?” ((TRPV being new and all))
“Here we are! I wonder if anyone’s home…” *Knocks*
*runs up* *rings doorbell* *it makes a funny noise*
“I wonder what kind of pies Urania likes?” I muse ((ha ha ! get it? because she is a muse?!
yeah that was cheesy :sarcastic: ))
((317 –
))
*waits impatiently* *hears footsteps on the other side of the door*
“is that her? is it really her?” *anxiously pulls out all celestial pies*
((if the true Urania would bless us with her pressence this thread would be so much more fun! does urania blog like kokopeli?))
((318 – Yes. Go to https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=1130 ))
((I mean 319 – Yes. Go to https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=1130 ))
((My last comment never went through..darn you!))
NWPL
Asking for another pie war in all fairness
(Because Musers just wanna throw pies!)
BOTH CHARACTERS:
As I ran towards the top of the spire, I tripped on a telescope. “Ouch!” I yelled.
((Might be gone…so, someone PLEASE post for my characters. I’d like Kokonilly and Bookworm to post for Serafina and AvalonGirl.))
The door opens, and AvalonGirl stumbled into… *prompt*
((Zinc? Someone decide what-or who-I scrambled into.))
((oh urania?))
I follow the others into the house and try to see who opened the dor seeing noone, I wonder weather I should venture further into the house. “what should we do now?” i ask the other muse scouts.
((From 323-))
…me. “Geez, waddaya think, earthgirl? HEY! URANIA! KOKOPELLI! FEATHER! CRRAW! AEIOU! MIMI! CHAD! PWT! BO! ACKNOWLEDGE OUR EXISTENCE!” “Smooth, Zinc, really smooth.” Groundhog says.
((*sigh* I really prefer The totoally Random Pie Vendor for this triead please?))
While Zink yells for the muses, I begin to wander the house. glancing throught a couple of doorways, I see a HUGE model of the solar system, and a few others that I didnt recognise. I see what looked like a workshop but had tons of random lenses and tubes scattered about. broken telescopes? I rejoin the group…
AVALONGIRL:
((Did she merge with Serafina? Well, no matter.))
“Oh, hey, Zinc! Where-WHAT are you doing?” I yelled. People stared. I blushed.
SERAFINA:
I just ran after TTRPV/earthgirl yelling “WAIT FOR MEEEEE!” Then I tripped. On a strange crystal that looked like a model of Kokopelli. “That’s strange…” I mused. “Kokopelli? That’s taking it a little TOO far.”
((We need a new thread!)) I walked up to Serafina. “You found Kokopelli? I just found an emerald statue of Feather. You’d think Kokopelli would be made of obsidian.. whoa!” The statue of Kokopelli changed into obsidian! “Now that’s too weird!” said Serafina. ” He changed into it when you said it..” “Well, this is creepy.” I said. “Going upstairs, to the highest part of the building…”
everyone else seem to want to explore too, so I start to climb the stairs to the higest place, where a telescope might be. “OWCH!!!” I cry stubbing my toe on a cyntite statuette of Pwt. “look1 I found another one! do you think this is a residence of ALL of the muses? not just Urania?- OWW!” this time it is a ruby one of mimi.
“Where’s Urania’s? One would think her statue would be here too! Look, here’s Aeiou!”
((new thread?))
“Oh, cool” I said, awestruck as I stood back and watched a statue of Urania appear.
I clamber up the stairway to the observatory. And there was a laptop open on the desk, with MB! It seems someone just left it for a second… ((I’m to nervous to unveil a Muse. Someone do it for me, pwease! And we need a new thread.))
I followed Zinc. “Ooh, MB!” Without hesitating, I went on and checked to see if anybody was on.
“What are you doing? That’s my laptop,” I heard. I gulped. “Uh-oh.”
“Well, uh, O Muse, we were just looking at it,” I babbled. “We didn’t mean any harm.”
NWPL
Asking for another pie war in all fairness
(Because Musers just wanna throw pies!)
SERAFINA:
As I scrambled after Kokonilly, I heard:
“What are you doing? That’s my laptop,â€
“Well, uh, O Muse, we were just looking at it, we didn’t mean any harm.â€
I sneaked into the room, after running downstairs screaming “Urania’s hereeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!”
Hey, I had been right.
Anyway.
Then I hid behind Kokonilly.
335 – There already is one. *gives strange look*
I screamed a little bit after Serafina shoved me in front of her and hid, but I recovered enough to say “Sorry” to the Muse who turned out to be Crraw translating for Aeiou. I nudged Serafina and whispered to her “It’s not Urania. Crraw and Aeiou must be visiting.”
I turned around and addressed the Muses. “Hello, I’m Kokonilly, and this –” I dragged Serafina out “is Serafina.”
“And I’m Bookworm!” I said, stepping into the room.
“And I’m Zinc! Nice laptop!!” I was really hyper. “SQUEE!” I scream, and I rush forward to hug Aeiou. “Where does Bcdfghjklmnpqrstvwxz live, exactly?”
((New Thread?))