10/01/04 03:13 PM
As pablo waited patiently for someone to call him, a car suddenly careened through the walls of his house and into his backyard.
Omar: Schizo, as your lawyer, I advise you to drive away right now.
Schizo: Hold on, I think I recognize that guy. Hey, pablo! Is that you?
pablo: Yeah, it's me.
Omar: Drive, dammit, drive!
elvenlass: Aw c'mon, be nice. Hop in, pablo!
Schizo: Actually, I agree with Omar on this one. Let's get the hell outta here!
pablo: Um, would someone mind telling me what's going on?
elvenlass: TW halloween party. Wanna come?
pablo: Sure! Do I need a costume?
Schizo: Well, it might be nice if you actually put on some pants.
Omar: He's right. You could get arrested for sauntering around like that.
pablo: Alright, just wait a minute...
10/01/04 03:27 PM
In reply to:
JarethsGirl rolled out of bed...
Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.
(leasing the moon)
10/01/04 04:22 PM
Meanwhile at Helsinki-Vantaa airport, Sugar is dragging a protesting Sys towards the American Airlines check-in desk.
"But Sugar, do you honestly think a handpuppet is going to fool them?"
"Oh yes", Sugar says sunnily and proceeds to drag Sys to the inevitable confrontation with airlines personnel.
Luckily for them, a mysterious hooded figure has been following their antics for a while, and now, taking pity on them, comes to their aid.
When Sugar and handpuppet-Brad wave hi to the check-in lady, the mysterious stranger brings mysterious jedi mind tricks to work!
"See, I told you it would work!" Sugar says to the stunned Sys when they are running to make it to the soon-departing plane.
"But how the hell..."
"I told you! Handpuppets! Gets them every time!" If Sugar's grin wasn't so frighteningly manic, Sys would object.
What they don't notice is the hooded and cloaked figure that slips into the plane unseen and, being unnoticeable, takes the liberty to stash away most of the alcoholic substances on the service trolley...
I like to pay attention to the men behind the curtain.
10/01/04 04:31 PM
Sugar and Sys are escorted to their first class seats.
Sys: "Wow, there's actually enough space to stretch my legs! Have I even told you my ears start hurting in an aeroplane?"
Sug: "Yes, you have. But this is the only way we're going to make it to the party in time."
Sys: "Yes, but they hurt."
Luckily for all concerned, at this point Sysiyo's whining was interrupted by the announcement that the plane would take off. Unluckily for all concerned, Sysiyo wailed miserably during the entire takeoff, pushing his hands to his ears. The wailing continued long time afterwards, too. It didn't help that Sugar's hand-puppet Dourif was wawing to people and even gave a stewardess and autograph. In other words, the mismatched pair drew far too much attention. Just as a stewardess was walking up the duo (with a half-empty booze trolley, to be used as defensive barrier against physical violence, those people seemed weird), a somewhat swaggering man in a jedi robe turned up next to Sugar...
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(mortal with potential)
10/01/04 04:55 PM
Dressed Like a Jedi guy: ... yu really shouldn't <hip> call so much attention on yourself ... you're making me incredibly dizzy ...
Sugar: Excuse me, are you talking to me or to Mr. Dourif.
DLaJG: Actually, to Mr. Dourif ... sir, would you mind coming to the back of the plane, someone needs to speak to you?
Sys (fearing their supposed cover might get blown): Brad is a bit tired now ... would you mind speaking to him here.
DLaJG looks around suspiciously ... and suddenly, from under the cloak pops a Cat puppet, with one blue eye and one green eye.
Cat: Brad, it's me ... thinly-moustached-man contacted me. All the stuff for the tests are under the cloak ... you just need to be sure that ...
...and suddenly, the drunken figure drops forward in a mist of alcohol and as both Sys and Sugar are staring at the fallen figure, he starts to snore ...
`Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
`That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
`I don't much care where --' said Alice.
`Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
10/01/04 06:22 PM
TC sat at her computer, typing away. It had been years, no just months since she had given them any thought, but recently they had come up in odd places- a search engine there, a reference here. 'I wonder how everyone is... or if anyone survived that last house party...' Suddenly remembering, she got up from her chair, went to her closet, and found a set a bunji cords. She smiled foundly.
Man's voice: "Is this TC?"
Man's Voice: "TC formerly of TW, currently of BWW and Vh1.com?"
TC:"The one and only."
Man's Voice: "The TC who finds Bowie's album Young Americans to be his sexiest album?"
TC: "Yep, that would be me. Who the heck is this?"
Man's Voice: "I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the jelly bean that sticks to your teeth, I AM-"
TC: "Dark Wing Duck!"
Man's Voice: "No, actually I'm Adam from TW. I thought you might liek to know there's a party going on."
TC: "Hmm, will it involve reincarnation, pies, and music?"
Adam: "More than likely."
TC: "Come and get me!"
Fads they come and fads they go, and man, I love that rock'n'roll
10/01/04 06:30 PM
TC is standing at her closet deciding on a costum when Adam arrived. She let him and drug him back to her room to help her decide. Adam is slightly distracted by the amount of Bowie and ROXY memorbilia scatered about her room.
TC: "So what should I be?"
Adma: "I don't know. Go as a woman."
TC: "I am a woman."
Adam: "Oh. Sorry."
TC: "Forget it."
Adam:"Faeires are always acceptable."
TC: "True, but I'm that every year. Hey how about this?"
Holds up a Brian Eno costum complete with ROXY days face mask.
The two decide to consider Adam's costum on the way to the party. TC: "If anything you could go as a...bumble bee or... I don't know Garry Glitter...?
Fads they come and fads they go, and man, I love that rock'n'roll
10/01/04 07:36 PM
Feeling a little squished in schizo's car, Elvenlass adjusts herself between RealThing and Pablo.
Elvenlass: Uh, Schizo, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to pick up soooo many people. I mean, do you REALLY need your laywer here?
Elvenlass: I see. Ummm...do you know where you're going, little freak?
Elvenlass: Would you like to know where to go?
Elvenlass: Make a right turn towards that small little street over there. Keep going on that street for a while.
*after 30 minutes on that street, the carload of TWers approach a sign pointing them to the right direction, or the wrong one, it all depends*
Schizo: The sign reads, "Mansion on the hill, turn left. Dark, Deadly, and Evil Cave, turn right." That's weird. There's a dark cave to our LEFT, and I see a mansion on a hill to our RIGHT. Maybe the person who made the sign screwed up.
RealThing: Uh, I don't know about that. You're right, the places are in the opposite directions the sign says, but I don't know if...
Elvenlass: Maybe you should just follow what the sign says.
Schizo: Are you crazy? Look! To the left is a scary cave. To the right is the mansion on top of a hill. I may be a silly random dude, but I'm not blind!
Omar: Calm down, Schizo.
Schizo: No YOU calm down!!! I'm going to the right, where I see the mansion. Screw this sign!
As then drove past the sign, the scenery began to change drastically. Schizo thought he was driving towards the hill and away from the cave, but in fact, he drove straight into it. The air suddenly felt and smelled hot, damp, and fetid, like steaming carcasses have been decomposing here for ages. Yet it was so incredibly dark that no one could see anything past their noses.
Elvenlass: Uh, question: Doesn't this place look an awful lot like the cave the sign was pointing to?
Schizo: Answer: Shut up.
Elvenlass: You should have trusted the sign, my friend. Put your headlights on.
Schizo: Uh, they don't work.
Pablo: Try to back up, maybe we could just get out of it.
*Schizo backed up and up and up and up, but he didn't seem to be getting anywhere.*
RealThing: Are you even pressing the gas?
Schizo: *mimicking obnoxiously* Are you even pressing the gas? Of course I'm pressing the gas! We're just not going anywhere!
After Schizo uttered that last word, everyone in the car heard a strange sound. A sick, spine-tingling, breathy whisper that seemed pass into each of their ears. All the TWers suddenly felt the hairs on their body stand up as they searched around in the darkness for a sense of what violated them with that eerie noise...
"Caroline, the day you see anything through to the end, I'll stick my own dick in my ear." - Kevin Spacy in The Ref
(wild eyed peoploid)
10/01/04 08:44 PM
Blacktropic84 stood against a wall, sliding himself between two rocks rapidly. As he did this, he moaned, starting with a whisper but then as the intensity grew, he moaned even louder.
Elvenlass: Hello?! Is somebody there?
Blacktropic84: Dammit! How do i keep getting caught !?!?!
Schizo: I hope you dont mean what i think you mean
Blacktropic84: me too
Elvenlass: Who are you?
Blacktropic84: Why, it's me, Blacktropic from TW, i can recognise your sexy voice Elvenlass
Schizo: Come again? Who are you!
Blacktropic84: Blacktropic84 from TeenageWildlife!
Pablo: I dont think i know you
RealThing: Didn't you eat a puppy dog?
Blacktropic84: No ..... im the bisexual pervert who writes crappy songs
Schizo: OOOH! Blacktropic84!!!
Elvenlass: I remember you now!
Pablo: So what are you doing in this cave?
Blacktropic84: Uhh .... making an art project for class
RealThing: You got supplies?
Blacktropic84: I have some glue
Elvenlass: Well, we are lost, we are trying to go to a TW party
Blacktropic84: TW party! Why wasnt I invited?
Schizo: B'cos noone likes you
At that, a creepy old voice from deeper in the cave began speaking . . . . .
Andy! Can I have a cup of coffee? ..... And a drummer?
All Sliced Up And Sealed Tight In Baggies
Guess Love Makes You Do Funny Things
10/01/04 11:50 PM
Jarethsgirl hustled to the study, an overnight bag in hand with her homemade costume packed inside. She went over her mental checklist, "Coffee machine - off, Garage door - closed, Mapquest directions to the mansion at the top of the hill - check, Fed-Ex package filled with explosives on route to Strawman's house - check.... I'll give him Kaboom, AHAHAHAHAHA! ....::clears throat::..... Ha..... and I left enough food in the fishtank to last Hootie a week.. ::hums "Taking Care of Business" for a few minutes::
She stepped to the bookcase and searched for the spine labelled, "Pull This To Get To Top Secret Laby-Lair." She tilted the book and was twirled into a darkened cave.
"To the Labyrinth-Mobile!"
The decked out silver VW came bolting from the shadows, "Scary Monsters" blasting from inside. She jumped in and flew from the cave like a bat outta hell and soon was coasting through the streets of Pittsburgh.
After a short time, she faced the same fork in the road Schizo's troup had come to. "Well.. the sign SAYS... No, no, that's ridiculous. Why would I drive into a scary ass cave all by my lonesome just because the sign SAYS it's the mansion. I can clearly see that it isn't... but still, why would anyone want to mislead the partygoers? This is a doozy... OOO! A butterfly!"
She sped up the hill towards the mansion, hanging out the window with a net in hand. But the butterfly was gone. And soon, everything around her became dark and ominous. "Onstar! Where am I!?" she called out. Her dashboard replied, "Run bitch, ruunnnnn!"
JG abandoned the Labyrinth-Mobile and started running through the cave.. then after several paces decided a brisk walk would be just as good. She pierced through the shadows, guided by one of those pumpkin lights trick-or-treaters carry around. "Helloooo? Anyone there? ...Please somebody, answer me!!!!!"
PMs make my pulse quicken.