“I just finished my merit badge in World Domination!”
Continued from Part 2.
Patience, Please
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“I just finished my merit badge in World Domination!”
Continued from Part 2.
FIRST POST!!!!!!!!!!!:*0 Muse scouts,What is that?
((Hey, thanks, GAPAs!
1: Read the other threads.))
((If I remember correctly, AvalonGirl had just been captured by the police and we were running for our lives by the mob))
“In the spirit of randomness…” I muttered, and ran back, jumped, and landed on the police car’s roof! With no time to lose, I pulled out my swiss army knife and made a AvalonGirl size hole. I grabbed her arm and pulled her out. Then I landed on the ground and ran!
I think that Muse Scouts should
throw pies in people`s faces.
Thanks GAPAs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
((5-7: *whimpers*))
“AIAIAIAIAIAIAIAI!!!” I screamed, whooping an enormous war cry as we rescued AvalonGirl and continued running. I pulled KA after me and began to scale a large mountain that had just appeared out of nowhere.
“I’ve never been very good at mountain climbing!” yelled Zinc, as she and AvalonGirl began climbing after us. Police officers were right on our tail. I stopped on a thick ledge momentarily to give each a pumpkin pie right in the sniffer.
“HAPPY THANKSGIVING!” I screamed gleefully as I continued to scale the slope.
“You won’t get away with this!” cried an enraged officer, folds of fat jiggling on his belly as his pudgy fingers struggled to grip the cliffside.
“Maybe so, but we WILL get away!” Zinc cried back down, laughing.
As I started ascending the mountain, the mob began throwing their pitchforks at us, and one barely missed my head. I pied the person who threw it, then continued my climb. When we reached the top, I emptied all but a few of my best pies onto the mob below, then said, “Who’s up for a bit of sledding? I pointed to the opposite side of the mountain, smiled, then grabbed a piece of bark and jumped onto the hill, sliding down with unbelievable excelleration.
((Hey Catkopelli, if you wnat to join, I suggest reading at least 30 comments from Muse Scouts, Part 2 before joining. Here is a link: https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=1389 Thanks!))
(5, 6) ((There are several pie-themed merit badges, as you might imagine, including pie-baking, pie-throwing, and basic and advanced pieing (or pie-ing or pying, as some authorities insist). The last two have to do with ethics and etiquette: how to decide whom to pie and whom not to pie, different types of pieing (greeting, retributive, normative, apologetic self-pieing), and so on. Oh, yes, Muse Scouts are expected to become very well versed in pie theory and practice. They eat a lot of pie, too.))
((May I join, as well?))
I followed KA, but I flew off my sled and flew about a hundred feet through the air.
Landing in a snow tube, I slid down into a hole, and saw a polar bear, and went into a complete freeze…
And yelled up “Get me OUTTA THIS HOLE! There’s a ANGRY POLAR BEAR!”
My sled had whizzed past Avalongirls, but when I heard her plea, I braked as quickly as possible (which consisted of jumping off the sled and rolling in the snow till I came to a stop) and started running toward the cave. When I got to the hole, I whipped out my juiciest fish pie and threw it off to the side. The polar bear ignored it and started stalking toward us. I screamed, and started runnning for my life toward the first direction that ocurred to me, which unfortunately, was deeper into the hole.
((12- sure, but make sure to read at least 30 comments from Part 2. There is a link on post 10))
*comes back suddenly*
I appeared out of nowhere after waking up from a boredom-induces coma. On a mountain.
“On a mountain?” I muttered. “What the cake?”
Then I heard shouts and noise coming from above me. I looked up and started climbing.
Then, I realized I had a backpack. I stopped and rummaged around it. There was a tranquilizer gun, a LOT of pies, and a rope. I used the rope to climb up until I saw some police officers.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked nonchalantly.
“We’re after these HOOLIGANS!” one officer yelled back.
I looked up. It was Aggie! “AGGIE!” I yelled.
She looked down. So did the police officer. “You know these hooligans?” the officer asked.
“Sure, they’re my friends!” I knew instantly that was the wrong thing to say. I whipped out my tranquilizer gun the same time he did with his. Only I was faster. He crumpled and fell down the mountain.
I looked down. “NILLY!” I cried happily. She knocked out a few cops with her tranquilizer gun, and the scurried up te mountain after u. suddenly found us plummeting on our stomachs headfirst down a closed and icy mountain tunnel.
“WhoawhoawhawhoaWHAAAA!” screamed Kokonilly, and we were depoited into a snowbank near the bottom of a pit.
“Where did you come from?” I cried.
“Nowhere. Where else?” she asked, laughing.
“Well, I admire your creativity,” I replied.
“Thank you,” she said, taking a bow. Then, there was a growl from the corner. A polar bear was advancing towards us, fish pie on the corners of its’ snowy white fangs. And behind them was KA and AvalonGirl!
“QUICK!” cried KA, waving his hands in the air. “OVER HERE!”
“Um…” I said.
“Run?’ suggested Kokonilly.
“You betcha,” I replied, and together we began sprinting ater KA an AvalonGirl.
“Haha. You betcha.” I laughed. “Haven’t heard that outside of Minnesota, ever.” I was trying to keep it light-hearted, even as we tore away for our lives.
((can’t bears run like, um, 30 mph? oh well…))
I shot down the path, but the polar bear was faster! I picked up the pace, but the polar bear was still gaining. “uh, I think we are going to need to reconsider our options here, guys.” “What other options do we have?” Kokonilly yelled. I threw another fish pie to the side, but the bear ignored that one as well and continued it’s pursuit after us. Suddenly, I saw a gaping fissure in front of me! I tried to stop, but I was going to fast! I plummeted off the side, screaming all the way. “nooooo!” Aggrfishi yelled.
I stopped, but still almost fell into the fissure-I was barely hanging on.
Then I realized…
I was using my legs to hang upside down.
“Oh, cake!” I screamed up, because KA was about 50 feet below me and 10 feet to the left. On a platform of rock.
I fell, for what seemed to be forever, but was really only about 5 seconds, then landed on a narrow platform of rock jutting out from the base of the cliff. I started to roll off, but caught myself just in time. Above, Aggrfishi and Kokonilly, had manged to stop in time, and were looking down on us. Then AvalonGirl slipped, falling of the cliff into the abyss below. I reached out my hands, and caught her, barely in time. I tried to drag her up, but she was too heavy! I yelled her, “I can’t lift you! What now?” “I don’t know!” She cried.
((I have writer’s block… ))
I had an idea, and an evil glint formed in my eyes.
“It’s RAPELLING time!” I yelled up, throwing a rope.
I grabbed my rope and followed her up. Once up there, I asked “You know, post 0 reminded me of merit badges. Perhaps we could do a high adventure badge?”
“I’d get it, if not for this, for the sledding/”
“Is that what I THINK it is?” I yelled, pointing at a snarling polar bear.
((*revives thread*))
“Yes, it is,” Kokonilly commented.
“RUN!!!” I screamed, kicking up dust as I ran into a tunnel.
As I ran into the tunnel, I noticed the bear was not following us. Then I saw why. This was not a tunnel. it was a cave. And not just any cave, it was a wolf den. “Run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed
“Wait!” I called out. “Shouldn’t we be selling pies, even though there’s only…four of us?”
“Yes, because pies were EXACTLY what I was focusing on when we were about to be torn limb from limb by a polar bear and a pack of vicious man-eating WOLVES!” I yelled back.
“What, just a suggestion!” AvalonGirl called back, grinning. I couldn’t help but smile myself, even in thi time of mortal peril.
((Can I join ? P*ease show up so that I can join
))
POST HERE !!!!!
POST HERE ! THIS THREAD IS DEAD, WANTED:
AGGIE
AVALONGIRL
KOKOS APPRENTICE
KOKONILLY
LADYG
POST HERE !!!!!
The wolves snarled from one end of the cave as the polar bears charged from another. I noticed a small hole in the roof.
“Grappling pie, grappling pie…ah!”: I had it, and grabbed everyone’s arm as we flew up into the small cave chmney just as both parties of vicious animals collided with each other.
“Whew,” sighed Nilly. “Close one.”
((Can I join the next practically time ?))
Post here ! I’d like to join, but there is no-one else here to end the battle so I can meet the scouts !
I want to rejoin too!!!!! POST HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Close one,” I said. Aggie nodded.
“We should get out of here before more creatures come…”
I quickly pulled a McCafe Iced Mocha from my pocket. Sipping it, I let the little caffiene buzz flwo over me.
“Shouldn’t we go to…do we have anywhere left to go? We seem to cause destruction everywhere, and everyone was left behind when we fell down the chute. They’ve likely given us up for dead. Where-” my voice broke- ‘can we go?’
“We can go to… Finland?” I said. I pulled out a map, and jabbed at it. “Right HERE!”
“That’s… Montana,” Aggie commented.
I peered at it. “You’re quite right,” I said. “How very odd.”
“JAPAN in an otaku convention!” I yelled into Zinc’s ear, recieving an staple arm slash in return.
“Well, we’re otakus of some kind, right?”
((Can I join, too? Seems exciting…))
42nd post? I want to try and get 42 of them…
SFTDP
I have to at least get one…
((40: Sure, join.))
“AvalonGirl-kun, I don’t know what an otaku is,” I said. “All I know is that we’re trapped. Aw, man! Zinc forgot! Now is speak in third person hour. Zinc is very sorry she forgot!” I hung my in shame.
((I read too much manga…))
((41, 42- It’s very rude to PoPo on a thread like that. I think the fine was 5 kilos of virtual chocolate x2 because of the repeated post. Just posting to get the 42 second post, regardless of theme, is very rude to the people on this thread.
-I’ll just go ahead and write myself in, unless anyone minds.))
I spotted the scout ahead. “Hi! So here you are! I was supposed to be a new member of your troop. I thought I’d never find you! I nearly got eaten by some wolves in process; and I’m afraid that I didn’t have the chance to sell any pies.” I quickly said, happy to have found them at last. “Is there really such a thing as otaku convention about pies?”
((Wouldn’t that be pwnsome? It can be mangas though.))
I run after bookgirl_me and say “Hi! Um… like bookgirl I was supposed to be a new member, too. What IS an otaku convention?”
I sighed. “Zinc-kun, please do not speak in third person. It makes me dizorubu mai to-ku dzuki Nihongo!”
((I’ll translate, if anyone’s too lazy to do it themselves.))
((46) I am.))
((And so am I.))
POST HERE !!!
“Fine, AvalonGirl. Get a shorter name.” I stuck out my tongue and turned on my heel.
And ran into a brick wall.
AvalonGirl sniggered as SL got out a first aid kit. I smacked the snorter soundly and she stopped snickering.
((That’s fun to say… “I smacked the snorter soundly and she stopped snickering….” “I smacked the snorter soundly and she stopped snickering….” H’mmm…))
I snickered at Zinc again, started to choke, fell down…
And said “I’m ok!” brightly.
I got up, dusting myself off and tried to be serious. “If I’m correct, it means dissolve my talk something Japanese!* And kun is a honorific that is used ‘by persons of senior status in addressing or referring to those of junior status’.”
I snickered at Zinc-shi happily.
((*=Side Note. No, it most likely does not, but just pretend it does, PLEASE?
…Also, what happened to extra spaces?))
((What extra spaces?))
“I’m sorry, but mesa no speak japanese.” I told the two arguing scouts. “Can wesa focus on the fact the we’re kinda trapped here! And before we get a destination, let’s get a way to get out of here- let’s hitchhike or something, ’cause I’m not walking or swimming to Japan.”
((When you preview your post, it doesn’t show the enter spaces.))
I looked at bookgirl. “Arguing? Who’s arguing? Also, no vehicles are coming here unless Kokonilly brings out hoverboards…where is here, anyway?”
((OMG I just had the greatest idea. Let’s either end up in some remote place like the Sahara Desert or the top of a mountain range…or-well, have you seen Enchanted? We could be inside the sewers right below that manhole. -beams happily-))
((I’m randomly appearing from thin air, Okay?))
I looked around. Perfect! I had been wanting to find the Muse Scouts, although I wasn’t sure how I had gotten here, and being in the middle of the wilderness wasn’t what I had in mind. “Hi. I’m Errata. Why are we standing here? Just out of curiosity, I mean. There’s know way my questions related to the avalanche that’s about to happen. No way whatsoever.”
((I know, but it never did, did it? It messed me up a bit at first.))
“It’s when you go north from Arizona, and um, keep going, veering off to a random side every now and then. I don’t know where here is. But hoverboards sound like a good idea.”
I stood there, not exactly sure what to do.
“Are we going to do something other than talk?” I say tentatively.
COME TO THE MUSE SCOUTS THREAD!
Wanted:
bookgril_me
Errata
AvalonGirl
Zinc the Sorceress
Agrrrfishi
RoseQuartz
Kokonilly
Koko’s Apprentice
Catkopelli
(That’s everyone, I think)
((Don’t worry, most of them are probably on summer vacation. They’ll come back eventually.))
“As soon as we get hoverboards we’ll get out of here.” I said.
“Great!” I answered. (That makes sense, we being the last few MBers left in school. (Sorry, I spelled your name wrong. I tend to mix numbers and letters up.))
I drummed my fingers. “When will they get there?” I said, impatient, looking at the drawn on watch on my wrist. “It’s three o clock for the past three o clock!”
((Have any of you ever done that? Draw multple watches and bracelets on your wrists?))
COME TO THE MUSE SCOUTS THREAD PLEASE!!!
((Okay, jeez, just didn’t wanna double post.))
Through the open hole in the ceiling came a package, attached to it a parachute. Being the tallest one there, I grabbed it. “So freakishly tall,” AvalonGirl muttered.
“Oh, shut up,” I said, swatting her. I untied the string and out tumbled the hoverboards, along with a note. It read “Sorry for the pie war. Kokopelli does not have anything to do with this package. Urania.”
“Heh. Still trying to beat him out.” I snickered.
((I’m really tall too. 5 ft. 4 in.))
“Cool! Hover boards! Let’s go!” I looked at them uncertainly. “Does anyone know how to work these things?”
“Ooh! Ooh! Maybe me!” I shouted, raising my hand into the air.
“Emphasis on the maybe,” someone muttered. I ignored en.
I strapped my feet onto the board- breaking my skull would be cumbersome- and bent down to look at the buttons on the side.
“I think you press this button right here- UWAAA!” The hoverboard quickly rose up into the air, flipped over, and rose out of the room.
“KYAAA!!! FLIPITOVERFLIPITOVER!!!!”
I stood there, wondering what to do, as Zinc yelled. I ran after the hoverboard and tried to retrieve it, but succeeded in flipping it and turning it around.
((Hi, anyone??))
I wobbled on the hoverboard, trying to regain my balance. “What about the button next to it?” I said weakly.
“I am not following any of your technologcal advice anymore,” AvalonGirl said.
I listened for about a milisecond, and then climbed on my hoverboard and proceeded to press all the buttons, in order, skipping the one that turned you upside down. After a moment, I figured everything out, and went back to my friends. “What now?”
“We get out,” I said. “I have had too much here for my health. I believe we’re supposed to stop at the H&H for a bit, then go home.”
((Estoy aqui.))
“Hoverboards! Neato!” I stood on one and pressed every single one of the buttons. I shrieked as I flipped upside down, but it was still pretty awesome.
But I caught a snatch of the conversation. “You mean… we’re leaving now? Awww.”
“Sorry kiddos, but I believe there are still policemen hunting for us.”
I reached into my hair and pulled out my ponytail holders, grinning smugly. “Can any of you say crash bracelets?* I’m not sure if these require a metal grid to work, but if they don’t, we might not live the drop from here.”
Errata looked at me strangely.
“…What?”
“You actually know how to work these things?” she said in an awed tone.
“Of course! I used to hoverboard over a rollercoaster with a gap…I’m used to the metal-requiring ones, though!”
She was about to laugh, but I cut her off. “But in case one of you wants the crash bracelets, or there’s not enough hoverboards, I’ll survive. I’ve jumped off stuff with crash bracelets and a leotard and survived…even though I twisted my arms and they were sore for weeks, I know I won’t die!” And at that point, I poked Zinc on a pressure point.
“I believe you were the one who forced us up into this building. Quit it, Zinc~!”
((*: I’ve been reading the Uglies-Pretties-Specials trilogy. Their hoverboards need metal within a certain distance.))
((68: I was kind of going, “Where do I know this from I know I know this, oh it’s a book I read I know that but WHICH BOOK?”))
I crumpled to my hoverboard immediately. I scrambled back up. “Don’t do that!” I spat at her. “And yes, I did suggest that, but it was your choice to follow me, and I was merely using it as a distraction so people’s ears wouldn’t bleed from hearing you prattle on about spandex!”
“Wait, why does it concern us that policemen are hunting us? This is so much fun!” I asked, dangling upside down. I then realized I wasn’t facing anyone in particular, so I attempted to turn so that I faced the conversation. It didn’t quite work – my wrist got caught on something. Now in an intensely uncomfortable position, I shouted, “Hold up. What’s a crash bracelet? And can someone help me with this thing?”
I watched everyone with keen interest, then decided to try to help Kokonilly.
“Crash bracelets go around your wrists. They’re supposed to keep you from falling off. There’s supposed to be some sort of sensor to go with them-I think that’s the reason why you guys all ended up upside down. Once you’re right-side up, steering shouldn’t be a problem. Since the hoverboard is already floating, there must be metal somewhere here. Let’s try to head for a river-they usually have a bit of metal in them.”
After this long lecture, I sat down and tried to untangle Kokonilly, the crash bracelets and the hoverboard. She freed herself with a twist and I had to return to mine and face the moment of truth.
I did pretty well, until I decided to see how high it could go. After about five feet, the board suddenly dropped down. The crash bracelets prevented me from falling off the board, but they did jar my wrists. Next time, I’d let someone else try the stunts first, I decided.
I sighed. “Zinc, I wasn’t prattling on. I prattle on about the acting intensives I’ve taken, NOT about spandex! And, Nilly…” I removed the crash bracelets from my wrists. For an amateur like Kokonilly, they’d help…
“Crash bracelets are magnetically connected to hoverboards. If you fall off, they’ll swing you around in circles until your expended energy from the fall runs out, then you get back on! I don’t need them, I’m fairly safe…because I have…a bungee jacket!”
((God, that series has the most wonderful stuff, Zinc! I just happen to carry a bungee jacket around everywhere in case I’m about to fall off a cliff, heehee~))
“Yes, you were. Remeber just before we got turned away from the dor or whatever? You were talking nonstop about the wonders of spandex.”
I wondered about what Zinc had just said, and than realized that there was only one possible retort I could give her:
“Shut. UP,” I hissed at Zinc, finally slapping her back. Than I realized something.
“Hey, weren’t we coming out of a hole and now we’re in a building? Are we at the top of a skyscraper or something?”
I looked out the window and promptly hyperventilated. “YesweareYESWEAREOHMYGODWE’REREALLYGONNADIEEEEE!”
I slid the bracelet on my wrist and followed, just in time to hear AvalonGirl start screaming. I followed to find that we were on a skyscraper.
“That’s rather inconvenient,” I mused aloud.
I ran around in circles, hyperventilating and freaking out. “OHMYGODWE’REALLGO-”
And at that point, I paused and looked at the open elevator door on the side of the room, behind us, that none of us had previously noticed. I walked over, looked in, and…
“…Um, guys? Ten words: we’re gonna need hoverboards and crash bracelets and bungee jackets.
…We’ve got an empty 150-floor elevator shaft to go down here. All of us.”
COME TO THIS THREAD PLEASE!!!!
((-attempts to revive thread-
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
One more disaster I can add to my generous supply?
One question haunts and hurts too much, too much to mention:
Was I really seeking good or just seeking attention?))
((Could someone tell me what this is? I’ll join if you do, and I ‘ll help revive it.
Elekah namen namen namen
Atum atum elekah namen
What good is this chanting?
I don’t even know what I’m reading.
I don’t even know what trick I ought to try.
Thread plot where are you?
Already dead or nearly
One more dead thread I can add to my
Generous supply!))
No good story goes unpunished
No act of summarizing goes unresented
No good plot goes unpunished
That’s my new creed
Our road of good and smart posts
Led where such roads always lead
No good thread
Goes unpunished!
No good story goes unpunished
All helpful summaries should be circumvented
No good plot goes unpunished
Sure, we meant well –
Well, look at what well-meant did:
All right, enough – so be it
It’s Muse Scouts. We’re currently at the top of a skyscraper with a pair of crash bracelets and hoverboards, and have just discovered we must go down a 60-story empty elevator chute to get to the ground.
Our story line may come to end
Or maybe it will stay and come along
And grow, no good adventure stays
Resting for long
No thread may be dead
Just asleep for a while
No good thread
Goes unpunished
((I’m using this for a chorus))
No good story goes unpunished
All helpful summaries should be circumvented
No good plot goes unpunished
Sure, we meant well –
Well, look at what well-meant did:
All right, enough – so be it
Wow, we wrote a song!
((and there’s more
more
more to the thread plot
what you so often read isn’t always so
there’s more
more to the thread plot
now I know
every girl roleplayer is a beauty
every villain must be cruel
big goes with bad
and Muser goes with duty
we play our parts
we follow every rule
Hey, Shrek songs aren’t meant to be thread-edited!
PEOPLE COME BACK HERE afdgsgiask))
((I think we’re slipping
s
sliding away, soon this thread
will be dead, and we’ll
have to send the
to round up everyone
to come back here
No good thread
Goes unpunished
No good story goes unpunished
All helpful summaries should be circumvented
No good plot goes unpunished
Sure, we meant well –
Well, look at what well-meant did:
All right, enough – so be it
Sometimes I wonder
Why these good threads die
But it happens – so be it
Each thread ends
with a battle to save it
Maybe we need to notify
On the “Best of the Blog” thread
before we completely
slip
a-
way
And so we say-
No good thread
Goes unpunished
((Oops. I didn’t close my parentheses.))
There’s a thread plot
Any thread plot
Take your pick, they’re all like me
Not exactly, we’re still waiting
they’re out finishing happily
More roleplayers better get here
I want posts in seconds flat
No one needs these PoPos
Oops, did I do that?
Cut the villains, cut the boulders
Cut this posted tale
Cut the peril and the pitfalls
Cut the waterslides and the skyscraper
Cut the pie fights, cut the morose
Keep the intro, cut the pointless posts
And the waiting, the waiting, the waiting, the waiting
The waiting!
But I know, they’ll appear
Though I seem a bit bipolar
And I’m a PoPoer now as well, hope they won’t mind
This thread’s a find, It’s a catch
And I’m a very gifted bowler!
It won’t be long now, I guarantee!
Day number…
Are you there GAPAs?
It’s us, the roleplayers of this dead thread…))
((can I join?))
((SilverLeopard! Zinc! Bookgirl!
Yes, Fireh, yes. Please join.
No good thread goes unpunished…))
“You first!” I said. “I suppose it’s pointless to doubt if these things really work?”
“I’ll go, uh, 4th?” I said, as _____ approached the elevator shaft.
“I’ll go first! I volunteered, and then discovered everyone staring at me. “Wait, that was a joke…”
“Too late. You’re going.”
“Aww!” I grumbled. “That’s not nice!”
They were pushing me now. I sighed, and stared at the ceiling. “Give me some space, will you?”
I picked up my hoverboard, and went to look down. I stopped that quickly, and turned around. “So, I just get on my hoverboard, stick to the side of the shaft, and go down?”
((Where did everyone go???))
“Pretty much,” I replied to Errata. “Nevermind, I’ll go first. I’ve got a hoverboard, a bungee jacket, and my crash bracelets, so I’ll be fine.”
I climbed onto my hoverboard, flew towards the elevator shaft, and plummeted down.
“Wheeeeeeee…” I yelled, and my voice trailed off as I shot down the first few stories.
“THE CRASH BRACELETS, AVALON!” someone screamed down after me. “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GIVE THEM TO ME!“
((*moans* Noooooooooo… Please don’t die, thread!))
I groaned. “Oh come on! We have the worst luck!”
“Or the worst scouts,” someone muttered.
((Someone PP me in, please.))
((I was thinking we should get to the bottom and meet you there. Does that sound okay?))
((Live, thread, live!
What is this feeling of power and drive?
I’ve never known.
I feel alive!
Where does this feeling of power derive?
Making me know.
Why I’m alive!))
((Please PP me in with f&h))
((AvalonGirl, you went down with all the crash bracelets, right?))
It seemed like forever until AvalonGirl got back up the shaft. After that, we reached the bottom pretty quickly. We were out of the building soon after that, and found our way to the back of the building. Two more new scouts joined us there.
((There! I rushed the story along!))
I see a few Muse Scouts come down the shaft.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
I sighed.
“No idea, really. We just came down from the top of the building through an empty elevator shaft through hoverboarding, but besides from that, no clue whatsoever. “
I ended up going down last. I knew it was safe by then, so I plunged in without looking down. “AAAAAEEEEEIIIII!!!!” I shrieked, probably disturbing the others quite a bit. But I was having fun, with the air zooming past my face and all. At the bottom, I smoothly curved so I was just above the ground again, and crash landed spectacularly at the feet of the rest of the group. There were more of them, too. Just perfect. I got up, rubbing my knees. “Oops.”
LIVE, THREAD, LIVE!!!!!!!
COME HERE, MUSE SCOUTS!!!!!!!!!
Hi. What now?
((I don’t know?))
Oh look, a dead thread! Anyone wanna come back? I think I joined at one point and then completely forgot where I was.
This thread is so dead we don’t even need double parentheses. Maybe we just need to
throw this one in the trashrecycle this thread and get a new one.((This thread is so dead that even caring about there not being double parentheses is beyond it.))
((Sadface. Hello? Helloooo?))
((Double Sadface.
I’m not going to sing to wake this thread
Or maybe I will, if that’s what it takes
I’m not going to sing to wake this thread
Not even for piece of pie or cake.
What a pathetic little song. Do you really want me to try to fix this thread? If not, return, O Muse Scouts!))
((I will sing as well for the sake of revival~
-sadface-
Awful sweet
To be a adventerous Muse Scout
Going down waterslides
And getting chased by polar bears
Nothing going, going, wild in pies, you know
Just running down the banister
Or floating down elevator shafts))
((You’re better at this than I am.))
((Pffft, it’s just ’cause I sing so much. Everyone, come back!
you fold its’ hands and smooth the posts
you bump it just a bit
are you really so blind
and unkind to it
can’t help the itch to poke, to kiss
to hold Muse Scouts once again
now to close the state of activity-never revive it again))
(( Is it to late to join?))
(( never mind. ))
(( can I join? ))
((Certainly. Everyone is welcome to sing around the Musefire.))
((Try some poetry!
~
Can’t let it go
This is my adveture life
The one that’s out of reach
The one I can’t experiance
It’s so precious to imagine
Come back to dream
Come back to play
Come back to have fun
Just another day, come on!
Feel the beat, join the song
We are the Muse Scouts
YOU ARE A MUSE SCOUT SO GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!!!!
Yell, laugh, shriek, smile,
This can happen once again
So return, O Muse Scouts
“[S]ing around the Musefire”
With your fellows
THIS CAN WORK, YOU KNOW!
Return, return, you have no choice
Must I steal from Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young?
GET BACK HERE!!!!!!!!!
~
That was fun!))
Is anyone still doing muse scouts!!!!!???
[Calling bookgirl, fireh, sL, Errata, and Enc!
Hmmm…I’m AvalonGirl, btw.]
Should we just start from where we left off and hope other people join as we go along?
((SFTDP I’m going to start this thread up again and hope people join))
After a particularly long hiatus at the bottom of the elevator, the muse scouts hopefully woke up from there long naps. At the bottom of the shaft, there was a small door that looked like it was going to fall off its hinges any second. The second Thief of Light touched the door handle, the whole thing dissolved into dust, and revealed a small village at the bottom of the mountain
“Finally!!!!!!!” I said gratefully, “We are out of and off of that accursed mountain.”
Then we heard a shout from above us
“You have the right to remain silent” Yelled a policeman from above us
“Oh CAKE!” I whispered under my breath. Then I yelled to the rest of the scouts, “BANANA CREAM PIE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
((Other people please post now))
JOIN MUSE SCOUTS!! Pie Girl, Thief of Light, Errata, Enceladus, SilverLeopard come back!!!! Am I the last muse scout?
I will join!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What are we doing?
I’m afraid we aren’t doing much of anything at the moment; this thread hasn’t been used in years. You could try to organize a revival, but you’d have to get other people interested, since this is necessarily a group thing.
I’m going to try and sell a pie.
*knocks on door* *old dude opens*
Old dude: What do ya want?
Me: I’m Doctor Seaweed Stink, and I’m here to sell a pie to support the Muse Scouts.
Old dude: I do like pies. What types ya got?
Me: I have strawberry, made with real straw, juneberry pie that I made in june, and an Dr. Seaweed Stink exclusive: my very own stinky seaweed pie!
Old dude: I’ll take the strawberry, without the straw.
Me: Sorry, can’t take the straw out. It’s an integral part of both the name and the pie. If it has no straw, we cannot rightfully call it strawberry.
Old dude: *sighs* Juneberry pie, then.
Me: Okay, that’ll be five hundred.
Old dude: Five hundred DOLLARS?!
Me: No, stupid, five hundred cents!
Old dude: Oh, I see. *pays*
Me: *throws the pie in his face* Enjoy!
Old dude: Why, you little… *lifts cane*
Me: Strawberry, coming up! *throws* You can use the straw to stuff your scarecrow!
Old dude: I don’t have a scarecrow!
Me: Oh, too bad for you! *throws seaweed pie in face* *pulls door shut*
That was a good start! Next I shall have to come up with a more original way of selling pies than throwing them.