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Ooc: The second part of this conversation is done by Joe ;)

The Snow Queen replied to Emmett's earlier question.
" What would I have done to you if I were the same person as before? I would have forced you to marry me and I would have used your strength to cover up my own weaknesses. But looking back I don't want to cover up my weaknesses. They are a part of me and why should I be afraid of having them? We can't only live by our strength. We have lessons each one of us has to go through. Sometimes it seems more tough than it actually is. But in the end we all find what we are looking for".

The Snow Queen looked deeply into the eyes of the gunslinger and would almost have kissed him when she asked one more question which seemed to be important for her in getting to know Jesus more and more.

Queenie: Darling, if I'm to follow Aslan, or Jesus, or Yeshua, how do I find out more about Him?--since we can't command Him to appear visibly in front of us and answer questions.

EMMETT: The Lord's given us somethin' that IS visibly in front of us: what's called the Bible. That's a kind of anthology of ancient books--

QUEENIE: Like my old book of spells?

EMMETT: Better than that. Instead of tricks to interfere with nature, the Bible preserves messages from the _Creator_ of nature, along with testimony from folks who saw His miracles long ago. Take all that together, and it's the number-one source of understandin' we have in this life to tell us about the Lord. Somethin' like two-thirds of it was written _before_ Jesus walked on Earth, an' the rest after His Incarnation got started...
 
OOC: I'm assuming that Queenie's visit began in late morning, her plane-and-train trip having had stopovers.

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With the gorgeous former evildoer still on his lap as if this has become her new residence address, Emmett explains numerous vital truths about the Bible to her. One of the most important points is to elaborate on what he had already called "the cure for our failure to be good." He explains to Queenie that many belief systems think all we need is to be told some rules for conduct, and we'll follow them and all will be well; but the _real_ God knows the _real_ condition of corrupted humanity. Knowing that sin had impaired humanity's ability TO follow rules of conduct, God sent one-third of His own essence, His Son Yeshua (Jesus to English speakers), to intervene actively for our salvation.

Until today, Emmett would never have thought he could carry on a theological discussion while simultaneously seething with desire for an indescribably beautiful woman who made no secret of wanting him desperately. But by God's grace he manages it. Then, a point is reached at which Emmett feels assurance in his heart that he has taught his new sweetheart enough about the faith for the present; now he can allow himself to enjoy _their_ new love-relationship a bit.

"Now, beautiful," he tells her with a gentle squeeze, "since the whole town seems to know our business anyway, I prob'ly should go ahead and open the restaurant for customers; then you can see MY business." Easing her off his lap at last, he stands up, and so does she...

Which leads both of them to realize something as if for the first time. People who are sitting are bent at the waist and the knees, which by the nature of things makes it nearly impossible to be in a _thoroughly_ close embrace from head to feet. In rising and straightening, Emmett and Queenie somehow find themselves not moving apart, but coming _more_ closely together, body to body. And face to face, as they are of almost identical height. Settling their arms around each other again comes as naturally as breathing; and their eyes exchange warmth for many long moments. Then Queenie begs, "Please, Emmett...say that you love me."

Emmett has not wanted to say this prematurely--not because he is a cad, but precisely because he _doesn't_ want ever to be one. He doesn't want to make any false promise, ever. Now, however...

Intense though the masculine urges are which Queenie's physical nearness triggers in him, he knows now that he IS also appreciating what has happened in her _spirit;_ he is feeling the transformation of her once-frigid heart, and the sincerity of her yearning to be a normal woman in the best sense of "normal." So he says it, and means it:

"Oh, Queenie, gal, I sure DO love you!!"

Her eyes close in expectation; and her expectation is not disappointed. For the first time in her life, the former Snow Queen feels her mouth gently pressed by the mouth of a free man who is kissing her because he really _wants_ to kiss her.

That first real kiss of passionate love--for _either_ of them, actually--goes on for at least two full minutes. Then Emmett comes up for air and gasps, "Darling, you don't need no more winter magic; you got a better kind now! Come on, though, let's fetch back Jake an' Trinity, and I'll show you how a restaurant is run. Later, we'll discuss how to work out things with your show business doings."

Queenie clings to him afresh. "I don't _care_ about show business anymore, Emmett. I just want to be with YOU, every day and every night!"

Emmett blushes. "Well, for now, the late-night part's gonna be just you and God at the bed-and-breakfast. We'll talk more later about the celebrity stuff; I wouldn't expect you _not_ to have any interests of your own. Marriage, God's way, means everybody's feelings bein' considered. But now there's customers to--"

Emmett's last sentence is cut off by Queenie pulling him into another, still more passionate kissing clinch. But somehow they manage to get the steakhouse opened before suppertime.
 
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As soon as word gets out beyond the small Colorado town about the romance between Queenie and Emmett, Hollywood revisionists get to work deciding how they can best drag it through the mud in a movie. Two main alternate approaches are on the table:

1) Portray Emmett as hopelessly, passively henpecked by Queenie, neither permitted nor competent to make a move without her bossy supervision.

2) Let Emmett be strong and manly--but for purposes of an adultery plot. Say that Emmett and Queenie are each already married to someone else, but a mad, lawless passion brings them together, and tough luck for the disregarded lawful spouses. There is talk of casting Vince Gill and Amy Grant as Emmett and Queenie.


Bat-Bat sets out to counteract this evil scheme.
 
Meanwhile, though, Queenie is revelling in a new experience: getting people's attention, not because of having sorcerous powers and royal rank, nor because of the celebrity status which for a little while took the place of magic for her...but because they appreciate her for making someone else happy. For everyone to whom Emmett introduces her as the restaurant fills up can see how happy Emmett looks with the also-happy Queenie close beside him; and Emmett is so popular in town--except with some stupid 13-year-old kids--that anyone who makes him happy scores major brownie points.

"If this is courtship, Emmett," said Queenie, "it isn't bad!" More soberly: "Necessary, too, I realize now. I already know I want to marry you--is that improper for me to say?--but I want _you_ to have your chance to withdraw without dishonor if I'm not good enough for you."

"Honey-pie, I wouldn't BE courtin' you if I didn't believe that we belong together," Emmett assured her. "But if there should be any reason why we _aren't_ meant to be husband and wife, it wouldn't have to mean that either of us wasn't good enough. Sometimes it's just a matter of not quite fittin' together. A 45-caliber bullet ain't a _defective_ bullet because it don't fit in a 44-caliber gun; just ain't the right fit there. But I don't believe Aslan led us to that snuggle on that chair for no reason. So let's get this courtin' wagon on the road. Might could start with full names."

Queenie looked startled. "Oh! That's right: I _don't_ know your last name! And I should, because it--well, in _case_ it's to be my last name too."

"They changed our last name for the movie," replied Emmett. "But for true, like it or not, Jake's and my last name is Frankl. We're Messianic Jews, notwithstandin' the cowboy accent; that's why we got Jewish _first_ names, and why we get on so well with Lady Inkling, who's also a Messiah-follower. Note that, havin' freedom in Yeshua, we ain't bound to kosher laws."

Giving another, more distressed "Oh," Queenie said, "Lady Inkling! Darling, will she _ever_ forgive me for trapping her in that freezing spell?"

Her contrite look, Emmett was already deciding, was her most attractive; it was the farthest removed from her former evil sneer. Seeing it renewed gave him the boldness to kiss her in full view of waiters and customers, eliciting loud applause. "Should be no problem, sweetheart; she'll be pleased as punch to have a new sister in the mishpokhah. But gettin' back to you and me: it's your turn. What was the brand you rode for as a filly? I mean, what was your given name?"

 
A highschool junior boy joins the forum and this roleplay. He does not, however, enjoy the Emmett-Snow Queen romance, because his notion of male-female relationships is based on the talk of senior boys (is the term "goober" still in use?) in the locker room. But he does notice some of the wishful-thinking service to which popular characters are put; so, upon getting a bad score in trigonometry, he posts the following:

The Incredible Hulk, led by some unknown radioactive instinct, penetrates the fortified headquarters of the Cabal of Evil Mathematicians. Shrugging off gunfire and bursting through concrete walls, he finds the top-secret Cosine Chamber. Breaking in despite the million-megavolt electrical obstacle, the Hulk sees where the villains have placed Adjacent above Hypotenuse. With his unbeatable strength, he seizes Hypotenuse and lifts it ABOVE Adjacent with a triumphant "HA!!" And so the Hulk rescues his best friend Gavin from the treachery of teachers and proves GAVIN is right about calculating Cosines!
 
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suddenly........

Alice walks in and starts saying very RANDOM things. Then, she finds *drum roll* her NOTES that ToJ hid from her!! She then picks them up and runs off to the IA thread to continue on her research on the strange creatures that live there..........
 
Queenie enjoyed her time at the steakhouse. To Emmett's surprise she was doing the dishes and started to sing songs she remembered from a very long time ago. In no way there was a bit of evil left in her heart. Suddenly Quenie felt a warm breath in her back. She turned around and saw Aslan. She was shocked and accidentally broke a plate. " Oh my oh my....I'm so clumpsy! What's Emmett gonna say?" Aslan replied with his soft but strong voice. " Emmett will ask if you have hurt yourself. And no....I'm NOT going to kill you or take you away from Emmett. I know you aren't still there but you prove yourself more and more to let go off the evil doer you once were. I'm going to leave you now and bring a visit to your beloved Emmett.". After this short visit Aslan disappeared and appeared in front of Emmett who seemnd to be happier than ever. Queenie continued doing the dishes and started to sing even more.
 
Emmett knelt in front of Aslan as soon as the Lion appeared. "Lord, am I doin' right? If it's a sin for me to have kissed her so soon, please forgive me; but You know I've been gettin' rejected by women for a _long_ time, and she--"

"Peace, My son," said Aslan gently. "I see your good intentions. So does Queenie. And if it will make matters easier for you: yes, it IS My will, plan and preference that you should take her in holy matrimony. You and she will be good for each other--she for you, because those who appreciate being forgiven for great wrongdoing will be filled with love and gratitude; you for her, because long deprivation will cause you to cherish and value what she can give you. Your union has My blessing."

Emmett peeked past Aslan toward where Queenie was. "Um, Lord, not that this'll change my mind, but--how old IS she really? And will she keep on stayin' young?"

Aslan smiled broadly. "I will not tell you her exact age, so that you can still say that you don't know her age; but she is _more_ than 200 years old. Beginning on the night your marriage is consummated, she will begin to age again, as if at that moment she were a 16-year-old girl in excellent health. And yes, she will be capable of bearing children; I have bestowed that mercy upon her."

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OOC: Waiting to know what name Queenie had at birth.
 
EDIT: Vanessa has retroactively furnished the name which Queenie will have given in reply to Emmett's question. The former Snow Queen's childhood name--and henceforth her middle name after "Queenie"-- is LIND, in honor of the Swedish songstress Jennie Lind.



Aslan vanished; unknown to Emmett, He was going out to meet Copperfox and the skua coming in. Aslan would attend to setting the skua straight about things, leaving Emmett undisturbed--

--to rush into the kitchen area, even more excited than he had been. Seeing plate fragments, he asked, "Queenie, are you okay? Didja hurt yourself? Maybe I shouldn'ta let you wash--"

She silenced his worry by smothering his mouth with fresh kisses, then laughed, "I'm not hurt. But Emmett, beloved, you said just what Aslan told me you'd say!"

Emmett's eyebrows rose, though he should not have been surprised. "Then He came to you, too? Did He tell you that He for sure _wants_ us to get hitched?"

Queenie beamed with gladness. "Not in so many words, but He did say He _wasn't_ going to take me away from you." Her expression suddenly became still brighter. "What, you mean He DID say that to YOU?"

"Sure did," replied Emmett, circling her taut waist with his powerful arms and pulling her to him. "But even though He sorta gave away the end of the book, I think I should speak for myself anyhow: Queenie, darling, dearest, _will_ you marry me?"

"Try and stop me!" she whooped...and then their whole world seemed to melt into hugs, kisses, caresses, more kisses, words of love, and still more kisses. At some point, Emmett suspended kissing long enough to say, "Y'know, honey, Queenie Lind Frankl don't sound bad at all!"
 
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"Odudua," said an inner-city schoolteacher, "was the founding king and patriarch of the Yoruba people of West Africa. Legend says that he wore a sort of tall crown with a figurine of a bird on top of it; this symbolized his claim to control the elements of nature." He looked at his yawning and giggling students, and resolutely continued: "There are countless heritage-figures whom African-American teenagers could take interest in, without wasting their attention on hateful and obscene gangsta rappers."

Just then, five hateful and obscene gangsta rappers came in and tried to take over the classroom; so the teacher changed into The Falcon from Marvel Comics and threw them out.
 
The gangsta rappers just chased out of a classroom by a comicbook hero are feeling the loss of their street cred. They feel they have to beat SOMEBODY so they can feel macho again. Accordingly, they beat the thieving pigs with iron pipes hard enough to make the pigs drop Alice's notes and flee. Feeling a little better, they take no notice of Alice, who is thus able to retrieve her notes safely.
 
One flying pig explains to Alice, "This thread is where things get contradicted all the time. Those iron pipes DID hurt us badly--but we're just contradicting it in this post, so we're fine."
 
"Okay," Alice said. "Since your fine, I won't take you to the hospital." The, contradicting what she had said, took the pigs who were "just fine" to the hospital where they were treated.
 
Bob the Plumber wandered into the now-empty room and scratched his head over the odd mess left behind then lit up happily.

"So THAT's where my pipes went!" he enthused, gathering them up. He decided he would treat himself to a nice, fat ham-and-cheese sandwich to celebrate.
 
Trinity had finished her work and left some time ago, as had the cooks and waiters. But Jake lingered--as well he might, his and his brother's living quarters being right upstairs. He had not yet spoken at all substantially to this embodiment of allure and peril who, so suddenly, looked like becoming his sister-in-law. But he knew it was going to have to happen.

Queenie eventually sensed that there was a reason why Jake was sitting alone with an expectant look. Disentangling herself from Emmett's embrace, she walked up to her lover's brother...and knelt on the floor near him, with her eyes lowered.

"You were right," she told him softly, "that day you said to those paparazzi that a beautiful poisonous serpent still is a poisonous serpent. You were right to distrust and hate me; I had caused you and Emmett nothing but grief. If I were still what I was when you encountered me in Wonderland, I would not only deserve to be hated by you, I would deserve to be _killed_ by you. I can offer no excuse for my old evil deeds; I only ask you to agree with Aslan that He has made me a new creature, with old things passed away and everything made new."

"She remembers what I told her from Second Corinthians 5," Emmett put in, barely loudly enough to be heard. Hearing it, and hearing the anxious vulnerability in Queenie's voice, Jake gently grasped one of her arms, lifted her from her kneeling posture, and got her to sit on a chair instead.

Looking her in the eye, Jake said, "I can't go against what the good Lord says; and my brother's always been the one with good sense, leastways he's been that way since he got out of territorial prison back in our own century. So if God and Emmett both say you're a new creature, you're a new creature. Welcome to the family."

Jake was rewarded with a huge hug for that.

Soon Emmett was walking Queenie Lind along the quiet streets to the bed-and-breakfast which was the best accommodation available for her. It showed Queenie's newfound reverence for God and His ways that she didn't ask him to slip up to her room with her; and it showed Emmett's iron will that he didn't invite himself to come up with her. As it was, their goodnight at the entrance was amorous and lingering.
 
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In another dimension, Albert Einstein and Boris Podolski were looking into a sealed box through a covered hole. Each one took turns to lift the cover and look through the hole.

Einstein: "The cat is dead."
Podolsky: "The cat is alive"
Einstein: "It's dead."
Podolsky: "It's alive.

"Dead!"
"Alive!"
"Dead!"
"Alive!"

Erwin Rosen was watching them and got tired of this so he brought Erwin Schrödinger and asked him to come and try to put some order to this.
Schrodinger immediately said:

"Gentleman, the cat is both dead and alive."

"How can this be?" asked both Einstein and Podolsky.

"Simple," Schrodinger replied. "If the outcome of a circumstance is presently unknown and by observing the circumstance you will disrupt it, then it exists in all possible states simultaneously...

Both Einstein and Podolsky slapped their forehead and said: "OF COURSE! Now why didn't we think of that?"

And Bat-Bat, Grey Eagle, Emmett and Jake, and even the horse-with-no-name were left with their jaws hanging and their brains fried.

(OOC: Hahahaha, I just thought I'll throw a little bit of geek in the thread!!!)
 
Aslan, however, was unimpressed, and said to Schrodinger:

"Everything you said is biased by subjectivism. A tree falling in a forest unheard still DOES create sound vibrations even if no one hears; and the cat in the box is in one condition or another OBJECTIVELY IN ITSELF, whether observed or not. Actual being is not dependent on observation; only AWARENESS is dependent on observation. I know this, because unlike your minds My mind can perceive all that is, WITHOUT altering its condition unless I choose to make a change.

"There's been more than enough of subjectivism; by now, in the postmodernist phase of societal deterioration, I see it leading to an alarming amount of downright solipsism. Now let that cat out of the box."

Grey Eagle was the only one actually to move and release the cat. He in fact had NOT had his brain fried, because he had been encountering these subjectivist word games for decades.
 
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Of course this inspired a silly geeky guy with round thick glasses to try his hand at poetry, and this is what he came out with:

"Roses are #FF0000
violets are #0000FF
All my base
are belong to you."
 
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