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Conte Cruella Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 12:47 pm
((I was whisked off to Rome for almost a week, I'll post soon. Plus, homework's killing me.))
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 8:01 pm
((When in Rome... eh,... Visit the Vomitorium?))
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2006 8:34 am
RoboTribble, peering about, decided to make one final neurotic attack.
The cashier.
Running pell-mell towards the register, she grabbed the largest baseball bat she could find, and started screaming herself hoarse.
She raised the bat above her head as she drew nearer. Ammunition missed her. A large snake with wings and gorilla arms shot at her with bright aquamarine paint. But, seeing as it was a fictitious animal, it ended up holding the gun backwards and shooting itself in the face.
She closed in on the cashier - a large purple amoeba wearing a red shirt and a tag that read 'Hello! My name is Dan!" - and pounced.
She slammed the bat directly down on the creature's head, and it exploded, in a burst of lime green and orange pudding.
An alarm sounded somewhere, and a disco light descended from the ceiling. A sprinkler system exploded from the walls, secreting the green ooze Nickelodeon is famous for.
"You've won!" A man's voice echoed, as life-sized puppet likenesses of all the original Star Trek crew fell from the ceiling, and started dancing madly.
RoboTribble, covered in paint and ooze, smiled broadly, and started dancing along with the Spock figure, waiting for her comrades to show themselves.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 12:21 pm
((Heh, Vomitorium... heh))
The room suddenly went Dark, and Notsu and Mark peered out of their hiding places (Aisle 231-B), and looked around. They immediately went crazy when they saw the Star Trek figures. They ran over to the Spock figure, did a Vulcan salute, and it did so back, and then they procedded to do the Safety Dance.
((Crazy Crap huh...))
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 9:17 am
RoboTribble, who was busy dancing with the Spock figure (And had staretd to cling tightly to its poor Vulcan neck), yelled over the music.
"Have you seen Yindy? She sort of disappeared."
She peered about (The Spock doll she was practically fused to was murmuring 'Highly illogical' in a choked voice), squinting. Their adversaries of many different shapes and sizes were now all engaged in kicking things and pouting.
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 5:51 am
"Yindy? The fish girl? No, I haven't seen her, last I saw, she went on a 'beating up spree' around the shop, she's here somewhere.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 3:30 pm
"Hmm," RoboTribble mused, plucking the Spock doll from his strings. "We should go find her."
She continued to carry the Spock doll with her (he now muttered a quiet 'This is a most illogical creature'), and looked around the aisles, calling the little fishgirl's name.
"Yindy? Yindeeeee... Yindy! I've got some small, cute dead animals for you to eat..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 7:25 am
At the call of food, Yindy came screeching, wild-eyed, overhead; gliding with a pair of inflatable wings strapped to her back, with Mr. Foomoo now taped carefully onto her helmet (wearing a teddy-bear sized pilot hat and goggles, as well a mini-squirt gun). She circled over NoMatrksu, Food Lady, and Funny Ears like a depraved vulture, fluttering her wings in a graceful manner which contrasted drastically with her rugged appearance: tunic tattered, ketchup covered, with green slime oozing out of her leg. Suddenly, she dipped into a nose dive, knocking down a couple of confused-looking third graders and a postman, and landed neatly onto an overturned t.v. set. "Food." she prompted, hand outstretched.
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Conte Cruella Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 11:02 am
RoboTribble grinned, feeling slick. She pointed towards a freezer, where the dead squirrels and such were kept for Taxidermy class.
"You can choose anything you want from there, but don't go crazy, 'kay?"
She stretched, and shifted the Spock doll from one arm to the other. He now wheezed a small 'affirmitive, Captain', as his batteries ran down.
She reached for a shelf, and grabbed some extra batteries, for the Spock doll, as well as for many other small electronic racing cars and things she kept in her closet.
"Okay," she said in an authoritative voice. "Everybody get what you need, and we'll be going."
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 7:14 am
Yindy giggled. She snarfed down two of them, leaving off the tails, and then stuffed the tails into her pocket along with a couple more squirrels--she had plans for these. Then, looking around seriously (her plastic wings squeaking as she slid past a marble statue), she marched over to a display of fish tanks, and selected a particularly ornate one in the middle that was illumanated by flourescent searchlights. The glass of the tank had a oval base of lapis lazuli and opals, and was inlaid with intricate designs of young Me-Dooooooie strangling each other with kelp and putting together pearl crowns. A sting of metal leaves circled around the domelike roof of the tank, and a pattern of rubies circled just above the base. It had a large hook at its lid, to be hung like a bird cage. Yindy was pleased with the intense color scheme, and happily browsed the shelves for things to fill it. She placed her treasures into the tank, treasures that included a small vampire fortress, a working mini marry-go-round and ferris wheel, handfuls of purple and red weeds, an inflatable ping-pong ball sized moon that actual gave off light, seashells, floating candles shaped like flowers, a living terapin (really small turtle) and a beta in a plastic cup. She also threw in a chocolate bar and a bar of soap. Before returning to the group with her wares, she quickly shed out of her tunic and into a sparkly red frock, which was difficult because she hadn't taken off the wings. Gathering the rather large tank in her arms and stumbling under its weight, she made her way back, screeching all the way.
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Conte Cruella Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 1:58 pm
Mark and Notsu stocked up on sports bottles, a couple of gallons of paint each, and several hundred air compresssors. They both got a couple of books detailing how to make more advanced paint-based weaponry, and then stocked up on water and twinkies. They also both got a large bag of holding, which weighed no more than 10 lb., and stuffed all of their crap into it. They followed Tribble, singing quite loudly and off-tune the song 'Fishmaster'.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 6:13 am
RoboTribble screeched for her friends, standing by the makeshift elevator: a sort of hot-air balloon, designed to look like Hannibal Lecter's head. She was carrying several bags of powdered paint, hot chocolate mix, marbles in every size and colour, stuffed sheep dolls, a multitude of paintbrushes ranging from the size of a pin to two feet wide, several AOL DVDs (to be nailed backwards to an art project), a small Johnny K. Gambino doll ((ooh, cameo. :} )), Plaster of Paris, a bag full of long, hand-made nails; Books on "To To Make A Pipe Bomb" to "The Faerie Watcher's Guide" to "Aliens: Facts of our Slimy Green Brethren", fake wings ranging from feathery to scaly to gossamer, pairs upon pairs of iridescent goggles of many colours and shapes, large sheets of glass similar to above goggles, three hammers and eight chisels, a small jackhammer, real stars (small and crystalline, of many different colorus) that floated near the ceiling and glowed, stickers and magnets of all shapes and brands, a live sheep, several plants of suggestive nature (including one that looked as if it would bite quite often, and a black-brown one that seemed to be covered in spikes), and a large poofy purple rolling star-shaped cart to carry it all in. Several other items were crammed at the bottom of this cart, but they were not observable through the puffiness of the cart.
The Spock doll standing behind her and observing the Christmas patterns on the wall (she had replaced his batteries, so he muttered a small 'intriguing' as he did), she let out another ear-piercing call to her friends, before grabbing a large floffy black-and-white-striped scarf off a shelf, and draping it around her neck. She also reached for a bag of small glass gems to toss around the floor of her room (she was planning on remodeling - the pirate theme had worn out its interest), and a few tiny spherical or X-shaped Christmas lights to hang on her ceiling.
"I've got all my stuff, I wonder what's taking them so long?" she said, addressing the Sheep and Spock doll before looking up for her comrades, and seeing a fish-man floating across the ceiling, a large blue balloon tied around his waist.
"Season's greetings!" he called, before blasting off to the left by shooting a large CO2 cartridge to the rear of himself. She waved before he had a chance to leave her line of vision.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 7:11 pm
Mark and Notsu both made their way to the hot air ballon, and looked around at the stuff she'd collected in the cart. Mark then promptly stated," Okay, I'm guessing you're renovating... what's the sheep for?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:14 am
Without as much as a blink, RoboTribble replied. "Yes. Yes I am. My room will be beautiful and sickeningly colourful. And I just really like sheep."
She grabbed the Spock doll's arm and pulled him close as a panda in a spike-covered Quad bike zoomed past, directly through the spot the doll had once stood.
Spock offered her a raised eyebrow, which in turn melted her left arm from the elbow.
As Yindy appeared, screeching like a banshee (and, Tribble thought, looking fabulous in her garb of choice), Tribble raised her now-skeletal left arm. "All right, everyone! Into the balloon!"
The group piled into the Hannibal-Balloon, and Trible pushed several buttons on the wall beside it. The balloon shot upwards, playing carnival music on Asiatic instruments.
The group reached their floor, and the balloon basket snapped open, waving its one orange tentacle emphatically for them to be off.
"Shoo, shoo!" it squelched in a stuffy voice.
RoboTribble pulled her friends, their merchandise, and her Spock doll from the basket with one motion, and deposited them on the hallway floor in front of her. The balloon let out a loud scream, and made a "ffthftthffthftth!" noise with its tongue, before careening madly upwards into darkness.
"Well!" she said, observing her comrades and a now trembling green-blue boy who happened to be in the hallway. "Shall we go unload our things?"
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Conte Cruella Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 7:36 am
Yindy nodded rapidly, plopped down, then proceeded to arrange her collection in the tank to her liking. "yuRRRRkkk-nee-to, mer-ya-niiiiioooo," she chanted. Water slowly rose from the bottom of the fish tank, sloshing merrily. Completely enraptured, Yindy removed the frog-egg statuette she created on the second page of this roleplay and dropped into the tank. Dead silence. Suddenly, the statue softly glowed, pulsed, then...burst into life (shards of stone literally flew off)...
((Not exactly in the writing kind of mood at the moment. Merry Christmas or whatever holiday you celebrate.))
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