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But Arlene was wrong, dead wrong. MissCris was far from fine. The spell was not wearing off but drawing her ever deeper into her subconscious. Loud shouts of "COFFEE!" and "GLITTER!" echoed from the rainforest behind them, interspersed by laborious snores.
Arwen shook her head and turned to Arlene. "Please, I know your heart is consumed by your love for Tintin but you're not thinking straight. If we don't find GypsyGirl today, it could be too late for MissCris."
"What are you saying? That she'll die?"
Arwen shook her head. "No, something much worse. She'll forever be locked into her own psyche. Forever dreaming about coffee, but never being able to taste its hearty goodness. Always dreaming of glitter, but never being able to use it in her artworks."
"That doesn't sound so bad." Arlene took up her violin and began to dance.
Arwen wiggled her paw back and forth as if to chastise the violin girl. "Mark my words, young lady. The death of the soul is a far greater tragedy than the death of the mind and body."
Arlene lowered her violin and grinned. "Oh, well, then I'd better prepare us food for the journey."
She climbed back into her wagon to find supplies and returned several minutes later with some corny half moon-shaped snacks filled with cooked meat and vegetables.
Duchess Aimee called the band of travellers into action. "We must leave at once, if we're to track down the GypsyGirl and prevent her from marry King Shouryu."
"Who said anything about stopping the marriage? Why would we want to get between a lady and her love?" asked Pipp.
Arlene stopped in her tracks, gazed up into the mountains and sighed. "Yes, why, indeed?"
The Duchess' face burned red and she coughed. After appearing to compose herself, she screamed at her band of misfits. "Why? Why? If I hear any of you mention their names again, I'll psychoanalyze the lot of you!"
"Okay, okay."
Arlene passed around plates of the strange corny snack as they prepared to leave.
Tourist poked at his food, "What is this stuff?"
"Tacos with meat and vegetables."
He took a bite but the food fell out of the taco onto his plate. He grumbled at her. "It's not very practical."
The violin girl paused and laughed goodheartedly. "No, I suppose you're right. But it's mangolicious!"
Just then, then they heard a squealing nearby.
"What was that?" said Arwen as she searched the clearing for the source of the disturbance.
Everyone turned to see the blue ladybug angrily buzzing around them. "It's me! Arlene, what are you trying to do? Kill us?"
"I don't... I don't understand."
"My taco. It has facial hair and eyes that blink!"
Arlene blinked rapidly as the truth dawned on her, then put her hand to her mouth. "Oh, my. How did Tintin's taco get in there?"
Pipp looked down at her plate, made a face and pushed it aside. "Yeah, I can't do this."
The Duchess spoke up again. "Good gravy!" She turned to Arlene. "Are you telling me, that your Tintin makes pets of his food?"
"Yes?"
"The nerve of some people! And naming a mountain after himself? How arrogant! The nerve of some people! Really, I have no time for this nonsense. We're leaving. NOW!"
The band of not-so-merry travellers stared mournfully at each other as if questioning why the Duchess was in such a foul mood. But the blue ladybird knew the truth, not that she was telling. Her evening had been ruined by a bad taco.
NEXT CHAPTER: A TALE OF TWO MARRIAGES OR JUST ONE.
Arwen shook her head and turned to Arlene. "Please, I know your heart is consumed by your love for Tintin but you're not thinking straight. If we don't find GypsyGirl today, it could be too late for MissCris."
"What are you saying? That she'll die?"
Arwen shook her head. "No, something much worse. She'll forever be locked into her own psyche. Forever dreaming about coffee, but never being able to taste its hearty goodness. Always dreaming of glitter, but never being able to use it in her artworks."
"That doesn't sound so bad." Arlene took up her violin and began to dance.
Arwen wiggled her paw back and forth as if to chastise the violin girl. "Mark my words, young lady. The death of the soul is a far greater tragedy than the death of the mind and body."
Arlene lowered her violin and grinned. "Oh, well, then I'd better prepare us food for the journey."
She climbed back into her wagon to find supplies and returned several minutes later with some corny half moon-shaped snacks filled with cooked meat and vegetables.
Duchess Aimee called the band of travellers into action. "We must leave at once, if we're to track down the GypsyGirl and prevent her from marry King Shouryu."
"Who said anything about stopping the marriage? Why would we want to get between a lady and her love?" asked Pipp.
Arlene stopped in her tracks, gazed up into the mountains and sighed. "Yes, why, indeed?"
The Duchess' face burned red and she coughed. After appearing to compose herself, she screamed at her band of misfits. "Why? Why? If I hear any of you mention their names again, I'll psychoanalyze the lot of you!"
"Okay, okay."
Arlene passed around plates of the strange corny snack as they prepared to leave.
Tourist poked at his food, "What is this stuff?"
"Tacos with meat and vegetables."
He took a bite but the food fell out of the taco onto his plate. He grumbled at her. "It's not very practical."
The violin girl paused and laughed goodheartedly. "No, I suppose you're right. But it's mangolicious!"
Just then, then they heard a squealing nearby.
"What was that?" said Arwen as she searched the clearing for the source of the disturbance.
Everyone turned to see the blue ladybug angrily buzzing around them. "It's me! Arlene, what are you trying to do? Kill us?"
"I don't... I don't understand."
"My taco. It has facial hair and eyes that blink!"
Arlene blinked rapidly as the truth dawned on her, then put her hand to her mouth. "Oh, my. How did Tintin's taco get in there?"
Pipp looked down at her plate, made a face and pushed it aside. "Yeah, I can't do this."
The Duchess spoke up again. "Good gravy!" She turned to Arlene. "Are you telling me, that your Tintin makes pets of his food?"
"Yes?"
"The nerve of some people! And naming a mountain after himself? How arrogant! The nerve of some people! Really, I have no time for this nonsense. We're leaving. NOW!"
The band of not-so-merry travellers stared mournfully at each other as if questioning why the Duchess was in such a foul mood. But the blue ladybird knew the truth, not that she was telling. Her evening had been ruined by a bad taco.
NEXT CHAPTER: A TALE OF TWO MARRIAGES OR JUST ONE.
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"But what about MissCris?" Pipp said sadly. "We can't just leave her here in the forest!" The Duchess snapped, "She will be fine, but we need to find the Gypsygirl!! There's no time to waste! Now get a move on and let's go!" The blue ladybug took a blade of grass, and flossed Tintin's taco out of her teeth, still grimacing at the disgusting thought of the hairy, bug-eyed thing she had eaten. Arwen once again took on a human form, and walked along with the weary travelers.
Wisebeardman borrowed a comb from Arlene, and brushed taco crumbs out of his beard, while Tourist stocked up on some veggies to bring along for food. The Duchess, still upset for reasons unknown to all except the blue ladybug, turned around and said, "Alright, off we go!" The blue ladybug, knowing who the Duchess' true love was, but also knowing there were a whole bevy of suitors in the enchanted forest looking to woo her, looked concerned for a minute. She wanted to tell the Duchess, but feared making her even more angry. The Duchess, who easily fell in and out of love, wanted only one person, but the problem was, she was'nt sure which person she wanted. All she knew was that she was irresistibly attracted to King Shouryo, yet drawn to the sad, yearnful Tourist, who always looked at her as if she were a beautiful sparkly diamond of great value. Even wisebeardman drew her attention, for he always seemed to be like a helpless puppy, looking for someone to free his beard for him.
The ever-increasingly mournful group moved on until they heard a voice. "I am the Gypsygirl, I am, I am!" said a pretty voice, obviously unaware that the group could hear her singing. Arwen once again returned to cat shape in the Sunnysky as the Duchess snapped, "Good, we finally found you! A friend of Pipp's, MissCris, touched the Zaoman statue and is now in a deep sleep. We need you to bring her out of it before her psyche is gone forever." Gypsygirl said, "Well, okay, but we're going to need the LivingCanvasGirl's help also. Only she can draw out the power of the statue."
The blue ladybug flew forth and demanded, "Where is the LivingCanvasGirl? We need her now!!" Gypsygirl snapped her fingers and yelled, "Yo, Canvas! LivingCanvasGirl get your scrawny butt over here!" The Duchess said, "Arwen, take Gypsygirl and LivingCanvasGirl to MissCris. Wake her up and bring her back here with you. Now go!"
The group moved on toward the Mount of Tintin, where the Donkeyfish lived. The Donkeyfish was an odd little creature who lived in a pond near the top of the mountain.
Next Chapter: MissCris joins the group, Donkeyfish, and talk of multiple marriage
Wisebeardman borrowed a comb from Arlene, and brushed taco crumbs out of his beard, while Tourist stocked up on some veggies to bring along for food. The Duchess, still upset for reasons unknown to all except the blue ladybug, turned around and said, "Alright, off we go!" The blue ladybug, knowing who the Duchess' true love was, but also knowing there were a whole bevy of suitors in the enchanted forest looking to woo her, looked concerned for a minute. She wanted to tell the Duchess, but feared making her even more angry. The Duchess, who easily fell in and out of love, wanted only one person, but the problem was, she was'nt sure which person she wanted. All she knew was that she was irresistibly attracted to King Shouryo, yet drawn to the sad, yearnful Tourist, who always looked at her as if she were a beautiful sparkly diamond of great value. Even wisebeardman drew her attention, for he always seemed to be like a helpless puppy, looking for someone to free his beard for him.
The ever-increasingly mournful group moved on until they heard a voice. "I am the Gypsygirl, I am, I am!" said a pretty voice, obviously unaware that the group could hear her singing. Arwen once again returned to cat shape in the Sunnysky as the Duchess snapped, "Good, we finally found you! A friend of Pipp's, MissCris, touched the Zaoman statue and is now in a deep sleep. We need you to bring her out of it before her psyche is gone forever." Gypsygirl said, "Well, okay, but we're going to need the LivingCanvasGirl's help also. Only she can draw out the power of the statue."
The blue ladybug flew forth and demanded, "Where is the LivingCanvasGirl? We need her now!!" Gypsygirl snapped her fingers and yelled, "Yo, Canvas! LivingCanvasGirl get your scrawny butt over here!" The Duchess said, "Arwen, take Gypsygirl and LivingCanvasGirl to MissCris. Wake her up and bring her back here with you. Now go!"
The group moved on toward the Mount of Tintin, where the Donkeyfish lived. The Donkeyfish was an odd little creature who lived in a pond near the top of the mountain.
Next Chapter: MissCris joins the group, Donkeyfish, and talk of multiple marriage
The group reached the Mount of Tintin, where they were reunited with an awakened Miss Criss. They began their ascent but while working their way around the edge of the mountain, there was a magical accident. The fallout from the accident caused a huge landslide and all our travelers were buried under the debris never to be seen again.
(Ladies and Gentlemen, this is not the end of our story. But something like this may happen at any moment. I just thought I should prepare you.
)
(Ladies and Gentlemen, this is not the end of our story. But something like this may happen at any moment. I just thought I should prepare you.
)
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The group reached the Mount of Tintin, where they were reunited with an awakened Miss Criss. They began their ascent but while working their way around the edge of the mountain, there was a magical accident. The fallout from the accident caused a huge landslide and all our travelers were buried under the debris never to be seen again.
(Ladies and Gentlemen, this is not the end of our story. But something like this may happen at any moment. I just thought I should prepare you. )
(Ladies and Gentlemen, this is not the end of our story. But something like this may happen at any moment. I just thought I should prepare you.
)
The fallout from the accident caused a huge landslide and all the travelers were buried under the rubble never to be seen again. At least that's what everyone thought!!
In the enchanted forest, nothing is quite as it seems to be. Arwen and the blue ladybug, both possessing magical powers, sprinkled silvery Raine dust over the rubble, and Pipp, covered in mud and grass, squeaked, "whoa, what happened?" The Duchess said, "It was the Donkeyfish!! He hates trespassers coming near his pond." The blue ladybug, rather irate about getting her lovely blue wings filthy, stated, "that evil donkey, you just wait!!"
Wisebeardman, shaking mud off his beard, helped Tourist up and off the ground. "I'm thirsty," MissCris opined. "Tell us something we DONT know," muttered Tourist. Arlene hunted furiously for her flute, and amazingly, found it without a scratch on it. She started to play a hauntingly mournful tune, hoping to lure her beloved Tintin ever closer to her. Pipp said, "How are we going to get out of here? The path is blocked!" LivingCanvasGirl, having the ability to draw magical things, drew a door to the side of the blocked pathway. "Come on, step it up! Get on through the door!" she demanded. Suddenly Arlene heard a voice faintly calling her name. "Arlene, my love, is it you? Is it really you?" Arlene screamed, "TINTIN!! My love, yes it is me!"
The Duchess was also hearing a voice, like a soft lullaby. "Duchess, come back to me," it pleaded. The Duchess said, "But where are you? WHO are you? Why do you taunt me so mercilessly?" Arwen and the blue ladybug looked at one other with utmost concern. Arwen read the ladybug's thoughts, and whispered silently, "No, we cant tell her yet! We need to find the Secular Hermit first!"
The blue lady reluctantly whispered, "ok, you're right. I dont like it, but you're right. The Secular Hermit is most vital to the Duchess right now."
next chapter: the secular hermit and meeting the Persnickety
In the enchanted forest, nothing is quite as it seems to be. Arwen and the blue ladybug, both possessing magical powers, sprinkled silvery Raine dust over the rubble, and Pipp, covered in mud and grass, squeaked, "whoa, what happened?" The Duchess said, "It was the Donkeyfish!! He hates trespassers coming near his pond." The blue ladybug, rather irate about getting her lovely blue wings filthy, stated, "that evil donkey, you just wait!!"
Wisebeardman, shaking mud off his beard, helped Tourist up and off the ground. "I'm thirsty," MissCris opined. "Tell us something we DONT know," muttered Tourist. Arlene hunted furiously for her flute, and amazingly, found it without a scratch on it. She started to play a hauntingly mournful tune, hoping to lure her beloved Tintin ever closer to her. Pipp said, "How are we going to get out of here? The path is blocked!" LivingCanvasGirl, having the ability to draw magical things, drew a door to the side of the blocked pathway. "Come on, step it up! Get on through the door!" she demanded. Suddenly Arlene heard a voice faintly calling her name. "Arlene, my love, is it you? Is it really you?" Arlene screamed, "TINTIN!! My love, yes it is me!"
The Duchess was also hearing a voice, like a soft lullaby. "Duchess, come back to me," it pleaded. The Duchess said, "But where are you? WHO are you? Why do you taunt me so mercilessly?" Arwen and the blue ladybug looked at one other with utmost concern. Arwen read the ladybug's thoughts, and whispered silently, "No, we cant tell her yet! We need to find the Secular Hermit first!"
The blue lady reluctantly whispered, "ok, you're right. I dont like it, but you're right. The Secular Hermit is most vital to the Duchess right now."
next chapter: the secular hermit and meeting the Persnickety
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MissCris, who was tired of cats and bugs and beards and love and magic and going without any coffee, fell back from the group and closed her eyes. She clicked the heels of her flip flops together three times while saying, "There's no place like Starbucks, there's no place like Starbucks, there's no place like Starbucks..." And, to her great surprise and relief, when she opened her eyes she was sitting at a table in an air-conditioned cafe. She felt moderately guilty for abandoning the undefined task she was supposed to be helping with, but...you know, all she wanted was coffee and was contributing nothing to the journey anyway
Carry on...
Carry on...
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MissCris, who was tired of cats and bugs and beards and love and magic and going without any coffee, fell back from the group and closed her eyes. She clicked the heels of her flip flops together three times while saying, "There's no place like Starbucks, there's no place like Starbucks, there's no place like Starbucks..." And, to her great surprise and relief, when she opened her eyes she was sitting at a table in an air-conditioned cafe. She felt moderately guilty for abandoning the undefined task she was supposed to be helping with, but...you know, all she wanted was coffee and was contributing nothing to the journey anyway
Carry on...
Carry on...
MissCris, who was tired of cats and bugs and beards and love and magic and going without any coffee, fell back from the group and closed her eyes. She clicked the heels of her flip flops together three times while saying, "There's no place like Starbucks, there's no place like Starbucks, there's no place like Starbucks..." And, to her great surprise and relief, when she opened her eyes she was sitting at a table in an air-conditioned cafe. She felt moderately guilty for abandoning the undefined task she was supposed to be helping with, but...you know, all she wanted was coffee and was contributing nothing to the journey anyway
Carry on...
Carry on...
What MissCris failed to realize was that she was not in her favorite Starbucks, but at the Sassy Lady ran by a very sweet girl called Lil Christian. Lil, whose favorite movie was the "Wonderful Wizard of Oz" decided to whisk MissCris in hopes of actually meeting Dorothy.
(hee hee, you are not getting away that easy my dear.)
(hee hee, you are not getting away that easy my dear.)
MissCris, who was tired of cats and bugs and beards and love and magic and going without any coffee, fell back from the group and closed her eyes. She clicked the heels of her flip flops together three times while saying, "There's no place like Starbucks, there's no place like Starbucks, there's no place like Starbucks..." And, to her great surprise and relief, when she opened her eyes she was sitting at a table in an air-conditioned cafe. She felt moderately guilty for abandoning the undefined task she was supposed to be helping with, but...you know, all she wanted was coffee and was contributing nothing to the journey anyway
Carry on...
Carry on...
As MissCris indulged in her pipe-dream Starbucks coffee, Arwen came over and said, "Nice try, MissCris!", pulling her out of her revelry and back to the enchanted forest, where MissCris AND lil christian joined the rest of the gang. "I should have known it was just a dream!", MissCris mumbled sadly. The blue ladybug said, "I know everyone is hot and tired and hungry. We will eat here, then move on to find the secular hermit, and ask the Persnickety for advice." Arwen, the Duchess, and the blue lady pooled their magical powers and conjured up a feast!! A REAL feast, consisting of freshly baked rolls, real butter, the best fried chicken in all the land, cole slaw, and cupcakes and coffee, too!!
MissCris, in awe at seeing so much food, said, "anyone who touches that coffee is in trouble!! IT'S MINE!!" Pipp, always the troublemaker, blatantly said, "oh really" and poured a cup of coffee for herself. Along with a cupcake or two, of course..
Arwen and the blue lady sat down together to talk about the Duchess and her predicament with finding her true love. "We need to get her to talk with the Gypsy girl", Arwen muttered.
"I think she's scared to find out who her true love is," the blue ladybug said sadly. "But she needs to know!" The group, now satisfactorily fed and nourished, got up and moved on until they came to a bookstore called Persnickety. By this time, Arwen had once again assumed her ghostly cat form in the Sunnysky. Duchess Aimee, who seemed to get more and more into a furious mood with each step they took, tripped going inside the store, almost fell but was grabbed at the last second by none other than the secular hermit!! The Duchess looked up into a pair of gorgeous blue eyes, and said, "Thank you so much, kind sir!" The secular hermit replied, "My pleasure to help such a beautiful woman as yourself," then he winked sassily at her. Suddenly, a loud voice snapped, "No touchin' the merchandise until you buy it!" The blue ladybug, knowing the person who owned this voice, stated, "Ugly, stop bein' so rude to your customers! No wonder the visitors to the enchanted forest never buy anything here!", she huffed.
If you aint gonna buy nothin', then move along!", he yelled back at the blue ladybug, who stuck her tongue out at him in retort.
So the group, which now included the secular hermit, tramped on to their intended location of the top of Mount Tintin. Arlene played her flute, and once again heard the voice of her beloved Tintin, and said, "My love, show yourself to me!" Suddenly, Arlene looked down and found a note on the ground. Opening it, she realized it was a series of musical notes to a song she had never played before. "You need to play this song," Tintin said. "Then I can come to you at last."
next chapter: arlene's song and MissCris and Pipp learn the Duchess secret from arwen and the blue lady
The group reached the Mount of Tintin, where they were reunited with an awakened Miss Criss. They began their ascent but while working their way around the edge of the mountain, there was a magical accident. The fallout from the accident caused a huge landslide and all our travelers were buried under the debris never to be seen again.
(Ladies and Gentlemen, this is not the end of our story. But something like this may happen at any moment. I just thought I should prepare you. )
(Ladies and Gentlemen, this is not the end of our story. But something like this may happen at any moment. I just thought I should prepare you.
)
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Ooooookay....my hint was totally ignored, and even writing myself right out of the story was bypassed. I don't generally throw hissy fits over what other CCers say to/about me, but this has kinda really gotten on my last nerve.
This thread was meant to be fun and silly, and I've mainly taken it that way- write me and a couple of others as obnoxious, self-centered whiners who really don't serve any purpose...fine. It was kind of funny the first time. And then it got old super quick, opening this thread, excited to see where the story was headed, only to find that one particular person was basically ignoring 90% of what others wrote And turning not just myself, but Pipp and one other person into these annoying, ridiculous characters that sap the fun out of the whole thing.
I'm a pretty good sport, and being mocked a bit doesn't bother me nearly so bad as seeing a couple of my friends picked on in the same manner, by someone who swept in not knowing the first thing about any of us and also managed to hijack the thread and put themselves up on a magical, blue pedestal.
I honestly don't care if I am in the story or not, but I'm tired of seeing my name, and those of my friends, connected with pointless whining or pining after things and basically being written as a couple of idiots. Hence my hint, which was totally ignored, and then writing myself out entirely.
I don't care if my character is foolish, silly, unimportant, or nonexistent...for crying out loud, it's just a story. But I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm not the only one who has stopped seeing the fun in this thread because they've been written in such a ridiculous or downright insulting manner, or not seen the point in contributing because their "chapter" would (or has been) ignored by a person who obviously has their own plan for this entire thread. How is that fun for anybody?
Right...well, now that I've been as obnoxiously whiny as the MissCris in the story, I'll just be over in the corner...um... ---> over there.
As you were.
This thread was meant to be fun and silly, and I've mainly taken it that way- write me and a couple of others as obnoxious, self-centered whiners who really don't serve any purpose...fine. It was kind of funny the first time. And then it got old super quick, opening this thread, excited to see where the story was headed, only to find that one particular person was basically ignoring 90% of what others wrote And turning not just myself, but Pipp and one other person into these annoying, ridiculous characters that sap the fun out of the whole thing.
I'm a pretty good sport, and being mocked a bit doesn't bother me nearly so bad as seeing a couple of my friends picked on in the same manner, by someone who swept in not knowing the first thing about any of us and also managed to hijack the thread and put themselves up on a magical, blue pedestal.
I honestly don't care if I am in the story or not, but I'm tired of seeing my name, and those of my friends, connected with pointless whining or pining after things and basically being written as a couple of idiots. Hence my hint, which was totally ignored, and then writing myself out entirely.
I don't care if my character is foolish, silly, unimportant, or nonexistent...for crying out loud, it's just a story. But I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm not the only one who has stopped seeing the fun in this thread because they've been written in such a ridiculous or downright insulting manner, or not seen the point in contributing because their "chapter" would (or has been) ignored by a person who obviously has their own plan for this entire thread. How is that fun for anybody?
Right...well, now that I've been as obnoxiously whiny as the MissCris in the story, I'll just be over in the corner...um... ---> over there.
As you were.
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No, Cristen, I totally think you have a valid point.
Please, no hijacking the story for your own ends. Read what comes before and then add to it (eg. Arlene is a violin girl not flutist). This is meant to be a shared, fun experience. Let's try to keep some consistency to the story. And remember to include some favourable qualities for all characters (unless they're going to be truly evil).
Tourist, for the love of Joe Shmoe, why are you writing only your perspective and in first person? It doesn't make any sense or contribute to the story.
Please, no hijacking the story for your own ends. Read what comes before and then add to it (eg. Arlene is a violin girl not flutist). This is meant to be a shared, fun experience. Let's try to keep some consistency to the story. And remember to include some favourable qualities for all characters (unless they're going to be truly evil).
Tourist, for the love of Joe Shmoe, why are you writing only your perspective and in first person? It doesn't make any sense or contribute to the story.