|
|
Post by The Evil Overlordess on Mar 24, 2005 17:31:40 GMT -5
*TEO facesmacks as the plane Furball has boarded zooms off.*
"MA, we've already lost Furball. The TV-thingies say she's on a plane to Saudi Arabia."
|
|
|
|
Post by Marakai Amenhotep on Mar 24, 2005 17:32:02 GMT -5
MA watched the plane take off and looked back down at her book. Then, as TEO spoke, she froze, Eclipse completely forgotten, and the book fell to the floor.
" GOATTTT!" MA shrieked, running around in circles. " What are we gonna do?! HOW ARE WE GOING TO GET HER BACK?! THERE ARE TERRORISTS AND CAMELS THERE!!"
|
|
|
|
Post by The Evil Overlordess on Mar 24, 2005 17:34:35 GMT -5
"I know! But we must stay calm." She runs up to the security desk. "Um, ma'am? Our friend is accidentally being shipped off to Saudi Arabia. She's about this tall, might be wearing kitty ears, and could be convulsing and muttering about manga." TEO beams. "Have you seen her, and can we get her back? We don't think she should come in contact with camels. At all."
|
|
|
|
Post by Kirukelgyr on Mar 24, 2005 17:36:17 GMT -5
*on the plane* *sitting in chair beside old lady* Um...where are we going?
Old Lady: I don't remember...my memory isn't that good anymore. *sigh*
Um...are we going anywhere near Africa? There are ossels in Africa!
Old Lady: *frowns* I...don't think so...
Oh! That's Good then! ^^ *beams* *plays with seat*
|
|
|
|
Post by The Evil Overlordess on Mar 24, 2005 17:38:19 GMT -5
Coconut, who had snuck into Furball's backpack for lack of anything better to do, tumbles out and lands under a seat. He hisses at her.
"Furball! Furball!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Kirukelgyr on Mar 24, 2005 17:39:58 GMT -5
*turns to Coconut* Oh hi Coconut! We're on a plane to go somewhere! And according to Mrs. Smith here, it's somewhere besides Africa! ^^ *beams*
|
|
|
|
Post by The Evil Overlordess on Mar 24, 2005 17:41:40 GMT -5
Coconut gives Furball and Mrs. Smith 'wow, you're both crazy boggled' looks.
"This plane is for Saudia Arabia, Furball. It's close enough to Africa."
|
|
|
|
Post by Kirukelgyr on Mar 24, 2005 17:42:43 GMT -5
*gasp!* You mean there might be *whispers* ossels in Saudi Arabia? *shudders* Furball is terribly afraid of ossels...
|
|
|
|
Post by The Evil Overlordess on Mar 24, 2005 17:44:37 GMT -5
Mrs. Smith edges away from Furball. Coconut looks up at her.
"What are ossels, anyway?"
He is interrupted by a stewardess, who leans down and forces a packet of lighthouse-shaped pretzels into his jaws.
|
|
|
|
Post by Kirukelgyr on Mar 24, 2005 17:46:33 GMT -5
*looks up* May I have a sprite?
*takes Sprite out of mouth grumbling a little* She didn't have to be so mean...
*looks back at Coconut* You know not what an *whisper* ossel is?
|
|
|
|
Post by The Evil Overlordess on Mar 24, 2005 17:49:12 GMT -5
Coconut spits the pretzels out.
"No. I do not. I am a small domestic shorthair, I am not born with your mad awesome knowledge of ossels."
|
|
|
|
Post by Kirukelgyr on Mar 24, 2005 17:58:35 GMT -5
*sigh* *glances about shiftily*
Actually...I don't know...um...exactly what they are...but I know that Furball is terribly afraid of them.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jette Vonavisca on Mar 24, 2005 20:41:34 GMT -5
Jette rushed into the airport, wearing a black trench coat, a wide brimmed black hat, a pair of black leather boots, black baggy pants, and a black silk button-up shirt. Bob was on his shoulder.
"Gods, I hate being late. Bob, I told you we should have went north!"
"Geez, how was I supposed to know Canada was in the north? I've lived in the BWE for all of my life!" Bob hissed.
"Let's find the rest of the BWE citizens. I need to find some place to put these." Jette said as he pointed to a mountain of luggage. All of which were, of course, black.
"Isn't that them over there harassing that poor clerk." Bob said, pointing at TEO.
"Oi. So it is. Ahoy, TEO! MA!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Marakai Amenhotep on Mar 24, 2005 22:02:13 GMT -5
MA stopped running around in circles just long enough to shriek and dash over to Jette, hugging him tightly and sobbing.
" Jette, it's horrible! I wanted to tick Furball off so I pulled out a copy of Demon Diary and she screamed and ran onto a random plane and it took off before she could get off and it's on its way to SAUDI ARABIA! There are terrorists and camels and hot weather and..."
MA suddenly realized she was making a scene in the airport, so she unlatched Jette from her deathgrip and smoothed her shirt, trying to calm herself. " My point is one of my best friends is heading to SAUDIA ARABIA and I don't know WHAT TO DO!"
She looks at her watch. " And our plane leaves in fifteen minutes to Britan!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Oz on Mar 25, 2005 1:14:19 GMT -5
Oz walked into the Toronto airport, dark green Hawaiian shirt, loose khakis, and flip flops on. He had to fit in on their trip, after all.
"So why are we going to Britain?"
No answer.
Oz decided to try again. "I said, 'so why are we going to Britain?'"?
Still no answer.
Oz looked to his side and suddenly came to a realization. That's right, he was alone. So before someone in the airport thought he was crazy, seeing as how he was talking to someone that wasn't there, he did the only logical thing left to do.
He answered himself.
"Everyone likes Monty Python and Terry Prachett! So we're just going to visit the Queen, stop by Scotland Yard and visit Tokyo. You know, the usual British tourist stuff."
Oz turned his head to the right, making it very obvious that he was now taking the other side of the conversation. "Ah, very good then. Should I talk in my English accent, dearie? You know, to fit in with all the lads and lasses?"
Oz turned his head to the left. "Only if you allow me to talk in my Russian accent. Capitalist pig."
Oz turned his head to the right once again and groaned. "But your bloody Russian accent is so horrible!"
Now to the left. "Bah! You're no fun."
He would've continued this conversation for quite some time, however by now he'd gotten dizzy and fallen over. After getting up, he saw Teo, MA, and Jette all standing around looking quite nervous.
He sighed. "What is it this time?
|
|
