Roleplay By Monologues

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"A promising unknown, a dancer. Hrmphh", stated Scarlett Johansson, who has also said she is keen to become an honorary Canadian. Having been through this thread, she is having second thoughts about her upcoming wedding and Canadian citizenship, for has developed an undeniable desire to dance with Copperfox on Emmet's new dance floor.
 
Out of the sky, shouting his inspiring superhero-motto "Ut fidem praestem in difficultate," * swoops The Grey Eagle! Alighting next to Scarlett Johanssen, he tells her:

"Good morning, major hot--er, I mean, young lady. As I just got done telling Naomi Watts, this dancing business is being over-inflated. My fellow good guy Emmett is NOT turning his own startup restaurant, much less the chain that grew from it, into an entertainment club as such. The new dancefloor is about simply giving CUSTOMERS a place to dance. Just ONE time, the first night the steakhouse is open with the dancing area ready for use, there's to be a dancing exhibition to celebrate the occasion. As for dancing in the entertainment sense, and in the long term: we'll be getting more than enough song and dance in coming years from a certain fellow who leaves his own brother in poverty in Kenya."

Taking his leave of the movie actress, The Grey Eagle flies off to perform one of his heroic functions: visiting forgotten old people in nursing homes.


* "May I be faithful in adversity"
 
The woman who joined the RP to be a surgeon is asked by Lady Inkling if she would care to start up another character who would be the manager of a posh sanatorium--the place where the former King and Queen of Hearts from Wonderland are to live out their enforced retirement. She agrees, provided that her additional character can have a sexy boyfriend.
 
The Grey Eagle finds himself visiting the same retirement-and-healthcare complex to which the former King and Queen of Hearts are being retired from Wonderland. The new arrivals don't recognize him as Copperfox; and he has no time to take interest in them, either. He is needed at once--to fly after an elderly lady resident who has gotten outside and is setting off in her wheelchair on a lonely quest that no one UNDER age 60 can understand.

When he finds the woman, The Grey Eagle doesn't hurry to take her back to the institution; instead, he takes her, wheelchair and all, on a tour to see places that were once part of her daily life. Only when she is content and very tired does he deliver her back to her caretakers. To them he says, "Elaine here is more alert mentally than you think; she just needs more stimulation."
 
As dillon takes a glance over this thread he looks at the google bar then gets up and looks out the window. He sees a cat come from underneath a a car and look around.
 
Having full electricity and supplies, Jim and Ann settled in for a few snow days, thanks to the blizzard that hit Jamaica 4 days ago. Although they had packed beach gear, they improvised in their hotel room, finding things with which to keep warm. Gugs were a good start!
 
The couple were visited by some polar bears, who told them:

(1) That regardless of panic propaganda, the polar bear population was NOT vanishing away.

(2) That regardless of having a polar bear in it, "The Golden Compass" stank.
 
The polar bears found a set of steel drums in the store room and began playing "It's hip to be Square." Jim & Ann danced, finding that to be a fine way to stay warm. When they sent a postcard back to family in Rapid City, SD, who were enduring a heat wave, they wrote, "we are snug as bugs in rugs here in our little paradise."

In the next room, Bob e-mailed Songs in anticipation of her camel-ride to the Land of Oz next week: "I posted Haugen's Magnificat and Hurd's God's Eye is on the Sparrow on the website (scratch recordings and sheet music)."

Ann & Jim had been wondering what all that racket was about (and secretly wished for a chance to join in the music-making).

Just then there was a knock on their door!
 
At the door was a salesman offering free gas coupons if the couple would just listen to a five-hour-long sales pitch for ocean-front condos in Kansas. The polar bears, knowing that these offers were ALWAYS fraudulent, tore the salesman to pieces and ate him--which was okay, because he would be restored to life in the next post, only with all his deceptive brochures gone.
 
The Polar Bears eructed. But not having eaten anything recently, they were a tad perplexed at the eruction. So they took some Pepto-Bismal and they, well, you know, turned Pink.
 
His latest mission accomplished, The Grey Eagle changed back to regular old Copperfox, and put in some time actually running his vegetarian restaurant. Emmett came to visit him there, mentioning that so far the demoted Snow Queen had not attempted actually to come see him. Copperfox in turn mentioned his frustration at not being able to get hold of the dancer who was to assist in the celebration of Emmett's new dancefloor.

"So I've been spared bein' bothered by a woman I don't want to see, and you've been frustrated in findin' a woman you DO want to see," Emmett observed. "I s'pose that some blamed hippie fool would call that somethin' like a cosmic balance."
 
The former Matrix character "Ghost" understands that Emmett and Jake are trying to keep their noses clean and be part of normal society in an environment more modern--and restrictive--than their native space-time coordinates. But Ghost, accustomed to urban-guerrilla existence, is not trying to be respectable, and so is under much less restraint. He sets out on a hunt without telling anyone else what he is up to. The hunt takes him to a city much larger than Horse-With-No-Name-Ville.


The Snow Queen has not felt too keenly the loss of her major magic powers--because, just as Jake said, she has been compensated by the media establishment treating her as if she can do no wrong, solely because she is beautiful and exciting and does not contradict any liberal dogma. So, with Aslan leaving her in peace for the present (maybe, she wonders, just satisfied that she can't make any more trouble?), she does not feel so vulnerable as she once would have expected to feel in the event of losing both her magic and her servants.

Rather, she HAS NOT felt vulnerable...until tonight.

Sleeping in a luxurious hotel suite, the celebrity called Queenie by some is awakened in a most unaccustomed fashion: by iron hands grabbing her with the speed of striking snakes, flipping her onto her belly as if she weighed nothing, forcing her arms behind her back, handcuffing them together, turning her face-up again, and pushing something into her mouth to block any outcries--all done faster than she can react to.

The unfamiliar voice of her captor hisses, "I am not here to harm you--which is doubtless quite different from YOUR customary treatment of those you captured. Yes, I know who you really are, though I have never had the displeasure of meeting you till now. I have come on my own account, not at anyone else's prompting; but I will tell you freely that I know the man about whom you spoke on that television broadcast.

"I am about to free your mouth to speak. Don't yell and force me to hurt you. Anyway, the security guard is unconscious for awhile--no permanent damage, but also no interference here." Removing the washcloth gag, he continues, "You said you wished to find Emmett. If you had spent more time in this dimension, which blends into the United States, you would know about his restaurant chain and could easily trace him by normal channels. But you don't come from any normal place, do you? So think of me as facilitating your search--or shall we say, screening it? What is it that you expect to gain from finding Emmett? I say 'gain,' because any suggestion that you intend to GIVE him anything good is laughably absurd. Speak up: what's your true agenda?"
 
Meanwhile, all the thirteen-year-old role players decided that they didn't have enough subjects to call them "Your Majesty" or "Yes, Princess, and decided to add entire villages of peasants where they will just use to walk around so that everyone would bow to them. But that was not enough either.
They decided they also needed a romantic interest each created some kind of prince they could order around and not feel guilty about it.
 
One of these 13-year-old girls, intoxicated with all of her own and other girls' fantasies of invincibility, went into a bar on a tough street, wanting some goon to try something so she could flatten him the way she flattened thirty men at a time in her fantasies.

Finding a likely male target with a shaven head, she went so far as to trash-talk him until he grew annoyed enough to move toward her angrily. Smirking in anticipation of the easy victory which tons of girl-power propaganda had taught her to expect, she went into her spinning back-kick....

....only to have her foot caught with effortless ease in a hand that by itself was stronger than her entire leg. Next thing she knew, she was tossed onto the pool table--yanked up again by the hair--and, the man not bothering to make a fist, she was knocked unconscious for an hour to come by a backhand blow.

Much worse could have happened to her; but this being a family-friendly forum, the bar bouncer knocked out the shaven-headed man at this point, then called the police.

During her brief hospital stay, the girl was MORE angry at the male bouncer who had been so patronizing and chauvinistic as to rescue her, than she was at the man she had picked a fight with.
 
The snow Queen speaks. She is speechless for a little while and then she speaks.

" Have you found Emmett? Are you going to bring me to him? OMG!! My hair must be a mess...let me fix it! "

The only answer she got was to be quiet because she doesn't want to know what would happen if....

Filled with happiness and also a bit fear the Snow Queen waits if the intruder is really going to bring her to Emmett. What would the gunslinger think of her? And what if his brother Jake will be there? She doesn't have powers to defeat them like she did before.


Some 13 and 14 year old girls are creating their own idols. They are helped by older members who don't hestitate to go with them into their fantasy world. Soon all sites are filled with rpg's which only can happen in young girls minds. Feed by the older people they create a world in which they almost get lost until some disagreements are coming up. The girls blame the older ones as if they dragged them into this " fantasy" world while it's them who actually drag the older ones into their world. And to make things more realistic they are searching the phone book to find Hogwarth. Magic spells suddenly sound very interesting
 
"You obviously are not accustomed to having to listen to anything you don't want to hear," snarls Ghost. "What makes you think Emmett WANTS you anywhere near him? I already told you why I came: to demand an explanation from you of why you THINK he should want you anywhere near him.

"Did you expect him to find you fascinating because you caused him and his brother to be attacked by an army and forced to shoot scores of them dead in self-defense? Aslan raised those men back to life, but that's no thanks to YOU. Or did you think it would endear you to his heart to take advantage of having magic powers to humiliate him and young Jake?"

Ghost shoves the Snow Queen off her bed and onto the floor. "If I did horrible things now to terrorize and humiliate YOU, that would be no worse than you deserve. But Emmett wouldn't want me to do that. Unlike you, he takes NO pleasure in cruelty for its own sake, nor in revenge to no purpose. Still, I want that answer. What DO you expect from Emmett? Do you expect him to say, 'Oh, thank you SO much for taking advantage of having magic to do all your work for you, so you could bash us around with no effort to yourself, showing off powers you don't deserve to have, AS IF being lucky in that way made you morally better than other people'?"
 
While Ghost was trying to get a coherent answer out of the seemingly air-headed Snow Queen, Copperfox was locking up The Octopus Garden after a successful night of business.

A silky female voice came from behind him: "Why, _that's_ the man who _doesn't_ think we're sexy!"

Turning, Copperfox beheld an inhumanly handsome young man beside the impossibly gorgeous (=almost as good-looking as Naomi Watts) woman. This obviously vampiric man said to the woman, "That's all right; I'm sure his opinions don't spoil the flavor of his--"

But before the male vampire could utter the word "blood," his jaw dropped in amazement, at the sight of the bearded military retiree transforming before their eyes into the superhero THE GREY EAGLE!

"You get one chance to surrender," he told them. "Then I'll ask Aslan to come and make you human. I promise you, my restaurant is good enough that you'll _like_ being able to eat solid--"

Now it was The Grey Eagle who didn't get to finish a sentence; but the furious rush by the vampires availed them nothing. His super-speed making them seem stationary by comparison, the superhero cut their heads off with his sword, then used his firestarting power to incinerate them till nothing was left.

"And no, I _don't_ think you're sexy," he told the ashes.
 
Some of the thirteen-year-old role players ran out of worlds to conquer and destroy with their awesome powers so they had to order more. Slartibartfest's business really picked up.
 
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Not having a clue what was going on in the other parts of the RPG or really caring enough to take the time to figure it out, a piece of toast popped up in a toaster.

"Aaaaaaaaigh!" cried the timid inhabitants of the kitchen.
 
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