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Alice, meanwhile, was sitting with her pet duck, Alyosha.
Me: Well, Alyosha, what do you think?
Alyosha: *quack*
Me: Not that! I meant the drawing I just made of you.
Alyosha: *quack*
Me: I'm glad you like it. *hugs Alyosha*
Alyosha: *quack*
 
One of the scruffier neighborhood activists for the Change Party appeared from behind her, saying, "Crack? You say you got some crack? Hey, can I get a bong of it? Ain't had any for at least three hours now!"

But before the stranger could cause any serious trouble, Bat-Bat swooped down upon him and carried him away forcibly to a detox facility.
 
Toj found a cow in a middle of a field that was indigo, taking the cow home to cure it, she grew to love it and named it Mr. Indigo.. it was happy and gleeful and still indigo, but then again he liked being indigo. Mr. Indigo likes to eat grass and he likes nice people and he loves ducks (don't ask me why).
 
Trinity had a pair of jeans that Queenie could wear. Once into the borrowed denim trousers, the former Snow Queen felt all over again what a metamorphosis God's grace had achieved in her. This would be the first time in her very long adult life that the perfect shape of her hips and legs would be perfectly visible to anyone around; yet she knew she was now LESS seductive in manner, MORE pure in her intentions, than she had ever been in centuries of having long dresses but an evil heart.

Outside, Emmett had Horse-With-No-Name saddled and ready. "First thing to know, sweetheart, is that all ridin' horses are trained to expect you to mount 'em from their left side. For that reason, we call a horse's left side the 'near' side. You should only be on the right side if'n you FALL off that side, which is why we call that the 'off' side."

Queenie's face, which was looking younger every hour, displayed the complete innocence of a child's questioning as she asked Emmett, "Does that have anything to do with the expression 'face-off'?"

Emmett shook his head. "You were listenin' to the hockey player when he an' the Dutch lady dropped in, weren't you? No, there's no connection."

As soon as he placed hands on her to help her foot into the stirrup and the rest of her up onto the saddle, Emmett found himself delayed by another kissing session...until he broke away and laughed, "First school I ever went to where it was the RIGHT thing t'flirt with the teacher!" When Queenie was mounted and had the reins properly in her fingers, Emmett led No-Name forward at a leisurely walk over the lightly snow-dusted ground. When Queenie asked in her most inviting tone why Emmett didn't climb up with her and "help" her stay steady, the gunslinger softly replied, "Never mount two on a horse unless it's absolutely necessary. Horses are strong, but not omnipotent. They can tire out sure as we can; in fact, a horse will tire out SOONER than a human, if the human's in top condition."

But when the lesson was over, and Queenie dismounted directly into Emmett's waiting arms, they made up for missed cuddling. Then Emmett showed her how to unsaddle and rub down the horse and stow the gear in the tack room. Queenie paid close attention to these procedures; she never again wanted to be a useless parasite, served by slaves.

"You tired, honey?" Emmett asked.

"Not too tired to do things with you!"

"Then come with me to the new dancefloor. If all goes well, we're gonna open it for use tonight. I don't suppose you ever learned anythin' like our ballroom dancin'? The kinda dancing that can express, uh, certain feelings, without gettin' crude about it?"

She shook her head regretfully. "In my homeland, we had plenty of what you would call folk dancing; but I never learned any dancing that would express"--and here the twinkle returned to her wide blue eyes--"certain feelings. There was no one I had such feelings for....until you."

Once they were inside and on the dancefloor, Emmett said, "First thing, look at my feet. Prob'ly handsomer than my face. Watch this: I step on my left foot an' lean my weight on it fully. Then I step on my right foot hardly at all, barely puttin' enough weight on it to call it a step. Then back onto my left foot again with all my weight. Next I reverse the sequence by immediately steppin' on my RIGHT foot--an' hopefully never on YOUR foot--with all my weight. Light step on the left foot, heavy step on the right...then reverse the pattern again. You try it."

Queenie had no difficulty doing this much. Emmett kissed her soundly, then explained, "A great deal of ballroom dancin' is based on that kinda foot movement. As for what the upper body is doin' in the meantime, it kinda depends on how the partners feel about each other..."

The gunslinger and the former sorceress flowed into each other's arms without another word, and for the next ten or fifteen minutes were busy expressing how they felt about each other. After that, Emmett managed actually to teach Queenie some dancing.
 
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Queenie enjoyed the dancing part. She felt like she was a Queen again but this time no Queen in a Kingdom but a Queen because she found herself the most handsome man she ever could wish. Emmett looked at her and asked if she was ready to learn a new dance. This time Emmett played a Tango music and Queenie looked at Emmett and started to laugh. A laugh with joy because she never experienced music like Emmett played. " Buena Sera Senorita Buena Sera" was a well-known tango song which ended with a swing.
Emmett held Queenie for a moment.

" Look darling, you always have to follow the music. The darker sound is the bass. Follow the bas and the boom sound is what we called drums. Bass and Drums always work together. If you follow the them you will know where to put your feet".

Emmett taught his Queenie the basics of the Tango and soon the happy couple started to dance around the room and of course a passionated kiss wasn't excluded.

" I must tell ya a lot has changed in you my sweet lass. You are not only beautiful but you learn very fast. Cooking, horse riding and even dancing....you did it all"

Queenie threw herself into his arms and kissed Emmett with a passion only true love could give.


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The hockey couple were still watching the book Copperfox gave Eric.

" We should read it together love" Eric said. Then he found himself surrounded by some kids who all wanted to play hockey. Eric didn't hestitate a moment and went to the nearby ice center and taught his young pupils how to play hockey.

ET arrived into town and asked Bat-bat where to park his bike. Bat-bat showed him the way to Emmett's steakhouse. ET saw a long row of people looking through the windows trying to catch a glimp of the soon_to_be_married couple
 
In no hurry to cease the fluid movements with his miraculously-acquired love in his arms, Emmett began speaking more as they danced--while still taking care not to step on her feet.

"Honey-lamb, did Aslan tell you what was t'happen with you, about, you know, gettin' older?"

Queenie Lind met his gaze unwaveringly. "No. But I assume that I've lost my unholy immortality, in exchange for eventually reaching eternal life in Heaven with Aslan AND you. I call that a profitable trade. As for the time remaining to me down here: I would rather live one lifetime with you, than live all the ages of this world alone." At that, she hungrily pulled him into another sweet kiss.

When he could speak again, Emmett said, "I think the lifetime with me can be arranged. When Aslan told me last night about you aging normally from now on, He also said you'd be able to bear children. How d'you feel about that?"

She leaned her golden head against his shoulder before answering. "I don't think I've ever been kind to a child in my entire life, much less loved a child. That's one of the things I'm ashamed of. But so much else has already changed in me...yes, I believe now I am capable of loving and wanting a baby. If it's as painful as some say--Aslan knows, I've made others suffer pain unjustly. What right have I to complain if I feel some pain myself, when it serves a good purpose?"
 
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The quest for anti-gremlin resources was prospering enough that Copperfox felt he could leave Smerdyakov to continue unsupervised. After all, in the worst case, he could always write a post that simply contradicted any overly-outrageous thing the purple duck might do.

So the old sailor checked that all was well at his vegetarian restaurant. Not only was it well; Bugs Bunny was dining there already, with no hard feelings about the shed. Then Copperfox headed for the steakhouse...paused a block away to look...saw no sign of the Lindroses in front...came closer...saw no sign of the Lindroses inside...and entered.

Trinity met him inside the entryway, and this time gave HIM a big wet kiss. "You were entitled to get that from SOMEONE," she said matter-of-factly, and ushered him in.

Next to greet Copperfox was Queenie, with whom he settled for shaking hands and congratulating her on becoming a believer in Aslan. She in turn revealed that she was aware how he had helped her Skua also to find the truth--in appreciation for which, the submarine veteran was now forced to accept a hearty hug from her; it was considerably nicer than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.

From that point, it was business, albeit not unpleasant business, for Copperfox. "Emmett, here's what I have in mind to get the customers on their feet. When Sami and I finish our rehearsed routine, we'll beckon you and Queenie onto the dancefloor; then Sami will bring Jake on to dance with her, while I bring Trinity on to dance with me. Before one more song's ended--we'll pick a long one--Sami, Jake, Trinity and I will all separate and each invite one of the customers to dance. You know, a mixer dance. Even if the women I approach reject me as usual, we'll still have some folks dancing. Notice I'm not asking you and Queenie to dance with anyone but each other."

Jake joined them and was filled in on the plans. Then he said to Copperfox, "I ain't yet heard you say, nor nobody ask you: just who runs YOUR restaurant all them times you're away from it?"

Copperfox uttered a humorless chuckle. "One of the unwritten laws in most roleplayers' minds is that you NEVER stop for an instant to think about logical questions like that. But I'll tell you. I have a manager named Marsha Wallace, who otherwise plays no part in our story. And no, Emmett, I didn't hire her just to have another woman to reject me. It's purely business, and she's a married lady. As a matter of fact, her husband owns a laundry and dry-cleaning business; they clean and press my Grey Eagle costume periodically."

All at once, Copperfox and the others fell silent. None of them could say just when the man called Ghost had entered the restaurant; yet there he stood among them. He did get around mighty stealthily. Looking at Queenie, he smiled--the first smile Queenie or Emmett had ever seen on his Asiatic face.

"You were sincere, all right," he told her. "Maybe someday I'll find a woman who all at once is that sincere, and attractive to me, and attract-ED to me, and lawfully available."

"Good hunting, shipmate," Copperfox told the Matrix hero, and walked away to telephone Sami the dancer.
 
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The building was filled to capacity. Trinity called for the customers' attention (she already had the attention of many male customers), and gave the sign for the curtain to be drawn away from the slightly elevated dance platform.

Music began playing immediately: Rod Stewart's "There's A Song In The City." From opposite sides of the stage, two costumed dancers began to enter, walking sideways in a grapevine step, closing in toward each other without at first looking at each other. The attractive young woman with long blonde hair in ringlets, dressed in an apropriate green ballgown, was an aspiring performer known by the stage name of Loverble; the bearded man, wearing an outfit that looked good _without_ looking as if he were trying to pretend to be younger than he was, was none other than Copperfox.

As the partners came up even with each other, Copperfox slipped behind Loverble, and from close behind her he lightly passed his arms around her waist--not too high or too low. Then they swayed from side to side several times in unison as he delicately held her--after which they leaped apart for some vigorous independent steps, then came back together in standard ballroom-dancing position and continued without missing a beat. The spectators all grasped the spirit communicated by this dance: the man paying tribute to the woman's beauty and femininity, _without_ making any demands upon her.
 
The moves Copperfox and Loverble made together were choreographed to create an illusion of them running together, flying together, over great distances and wide spaces--all in the limited area of a dancefloor which would do well to accommodate ten couples in regular dancing. Their dance was not inappropriately sensual for a 56-year-old man to be doing with such a young woman, but it was filled with a joy in living. At the finish, Copperfox dropped onto one knee, at which Loverble seated herself on his upraised knee and hugged his neck as the customers applauded. Then, as planned, they beckoned Emmett, Queenie, Jake and Trinity onto the dancefloor.

All went as expected--including Copperfox being turned down by every woman he subsequently asked to dance with him; and the debut of the Gunslinger Steakhouse dancefloor was officially a success.
 
Because this happened before the Lindroses left to the Croquet land they were still there but in the ice center. They came back before they would go back to Wonderland and entered the Steakhouse. They heard the sound of music and entered. Everybody as dancing. Emmett and his_bride_to_be seemed to dance while thinking about each other. Eric wasn't a dancer although he could move very well anf fast on ice. Vanessa asked permission to jolin the dance and a quick look showed her it was approved. She led her hubby to the dancefloor and taught him how to dance the cha-cha-cha
 
This is a test

The site claims that Vanessa posted another entry on this thread more than half an hour ago...but the same site REFUSES to let me GET TO the new page that her post should be ON. So I'm writing a dummy reply, to see if this tricks the software into DOING ITS %=\*&*/=!! JOB!!

It's the gremlins doing this--because they know Smerdyakov and I are after them!
 
Okay, the gremlins are defeated for now

Copperfox left the steakhouse; he owed it to his own place to show himself there, and Loverble didn't need his help to bask in the attention she had earned.

That was how he spotted the fraudulently self-described "animal rights activists"--who really were all about TAKING rights away from HUMANS, period--preparing to set fire to Emmett's establishment. But before they could get close enough with their incendiary devices and their "Meat Is Murder" signs, they found themselves facing...The Grey Eagle.

"Obscenity expletive blasphemy coarseness!" the leading thug shouted. "You think we're scared of a comicbook character? You can't do a thing to stop us, old man!"

Grey Eagle smiled coldly. "It's true that I can't do much in the regular world, because God sets a high priority on humiliating me for no reason He ever cares to reveal. But you're in a world of IDEAS now, punks; here, where symbolic lessons can be derived from it, I can do PLENTY. And you punks have got five seconds to turn back and run. One, two--"

Two of the domestic terrorists drew Mac-10's, for of course it was only law-abiding people who were to be disarmed in the new order of things. But the guns wouldn't fire; not only were they frozen solid by the superhero's temperature-control power, but so were the hands grasping them. As they screamed in pain and horror, Grey Eagle jeered, "Hope you jerks have a good prosthetic surgeon!" Then, when the others tried to rush him, he switched to heat, and set the hair of the nearest three men on fire. He let them burn just long enough to hurt them a little and scare them a lot, then extinguished the flames with counteracting cold.

This was enough to rout the other terrorists in panic. But Grey Eagle captured one of the uninjured ones. "Not so fast, punk! Your buddies left behind their toys; we should be nice and return them. If you don't want your internal organs to be steam-cooked one at a time, you'll take me to your local headquarters."

Before long, the fanatics' incendiary devices had indeed been returned to their headquarters...activated. Grey Eagle allowed everyone in the building to get out, then set off the firebombs by his own firestarting power. He used cold-power to prevent any neighboring structure from being burned. Then he "invited" the terrorists to turn themselves in to the state police. "If you hurry," he taunted them, "maybe you can still get arrested locally, before a national police force is created and triples the paperwork!"

One of the humanity-haters tried to run--only to find the super-swift superhero AHEAD of him no matter which way he went. "I can get you a map to the nearest Colorado State Police station if you need it."

At last the Gaia Gestapo members resigned themselves to relying on the ACLU to shield them from answering for their crimes. Grey Eagle heard one saying to another, "Did he say anything that we can make out to be hate speech?"

Later, Grey Eagle quietly retrieved the two Mac-10 machine-pistols where they had broken off from frozen hands. There were no spare clips on hand, but the weapons could at least be helpful one time to someone familiar with their use. He would give them to Trinity secretly tomorrow.

With his hero's work done, Copperfox began heading back to full-normal space-time, where he would resume praying for his ailing 85-year-old father.
 
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Loverble, wondering where her amazing dance partner Copperfox had got to, went outside looking for him. But as she got outside all she saw was a man dressed like a superhero.
 
"Sami!" the costumed man calls in a stage whisper; she recognizes Copperfox's voice. "I was on my way back home, but since you're here, you can help me. Take a message to Jake--not to Emmett, no need to spoil his engagement party."

"Why don't you just come in and tell him yourself?" asks the lovely girl. "No one'll mind the costume."

"I have my own reasons for not wanting to go in there at present. Please tell Jake that I disposed of some arsonists who were going to attack this place. Animal-rights fascists. The danger's neutralized for the present, but Emmett and Jake and Trinity will need to be on their toes. I'll see them soon. And you danced PERFECTLY." Clasping Sami's hand in a courtly fashion, he lightly kisses her fingers--then, releasing her hand, he whisper-shouts his hero-slogan, "FAITHFUL IN ADVERSITY!" and flies away.

Eric and Vanessa, about to head back for Wonderland themselves, meet Sami at the door as she comes back in. Eric praises her performance. Noticing Sami glancing reflexively at the sky outside, Vanessa asks, "Was there someone out there, dear?"

Not having actually been asked to conceal the fact that Copperfox had been there, she replies, "Copperfox came back; he complimented my dancing too. He didn't want to come inside; he wouldn't say why. But he gave me a message to repeat to Jake, so excuse me." Saying their goodbyes, the hockey honeymooners go their way, thoughts full of each other and of Wonderland, forgetting again that they have not thanked Copperfox in person for providing the first crystal.




(THE ADVENTURE IN THE "CASTLE" ROLEPLAY, INVOLVING DRAGONS AND CROSSBOWS, HAPPENS _AFTER_ THIS.)
 
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The night has been a huge success, and the former Snow Queen revels in the knowledge as she voluntarily helps the servers to clean up. The only thing even slightly off is that Emmett's friend Copperfox didn't stay longer; she seems to remember him leaving around the time the cha-cha was played. When she brings this up to Emmett, the gunslinger only says, "I know somethin's buggin' him, but it's his business unless he decides to make it mine. Maybe he's worried about the crooked politicians puttin' pressure on his own restaurant business."

When the steakhouse is ready to close up, and Ghost is providing Sami with a safe escort home, Emmett notices his kid brother looking worried also; but when questioned, Jake only says, "It'll keep till tomorrow. You tend to your gal." Stopping and thinking, Jake then adds, "Um, Emmett? Would you humor a goofy feelin' I got, an' take one of the shotguns with you when you walk Queenie back to the bed-and-breakfast?"

So the second day of Emmett and Queenie's romance draws toward a close with a cozy stroll for the three of them: Emmett, Queenie, and the store-bought twelve-gauge.

Gladys, the owner of the bed-and-breakfast, was herself present at the celebration for awhile, and the two sweethearts find her waiting up to greet them. Emmett beams at the sight of the dear old lady. "Gladys, darlin', since you're still up anyway, could you do Queenie an' me a kindness and set up with us a spell? Then we'll be properly chaperoned--and I can talk over with her some stuff that's important, yet which don't need to be a secret."

Gladys agrees, glad to visit a bit with a good friend like Emmett and a new friend like Queenie. Over lemonade, strawberries and biscuits, Emmett opens the discussion he considers necessary.

"Darlin' love, you'n me've scarce been betrothed for twenty-six hours now, but you ARE gonna have to decide about your show-business life. I told ya that I wouldn't expect you NOT to have any interests of your own; and I do trust you to be faithful to me even outta my sight; but we hardly can reach an agreement until you got some idea what you want me to agree to. Before you came lookin' for me yesterday--Lord Aslan save us, it WAS only yesterday, wasn't it?--I didn't pay no attention at all to what you were doin'; so I hardly can even have an opinion about the good nor bad of it. It would please me, speakin' plain, for you to be a traditional-type homemaker, an' be with me ev'ry day and night like as you said yourself; but I don't want you feelin' foot-caught in no metaphorical-type bear trap. I b'lieve in give an' take, but we need to lay out on the table"--here he reaches onto the coffee table in the parlor where they are sitting, to take another biscuit--"what's to be given, and what's to be taken. Tell ya this much: one reason I'd actually like you to STAY in fashion work is 'cause you got some muscle tissue on your frame, not like them pitiful skeletons I see in magazines. Can't no way be healthy for little fillies to want to be like them stick-figures; if they want to look like YOU, they'll be followin' a healthier trail."

Gladys casts a jolly glance at Queenie. "Honey, if I were you, I'd get a stout rope and tie myself directly to this man, twenty-four-seven. Which might mean HIM travelling with YOU some of the time."

"I'll fetch the lasso for her, if she wants, be it to stay or travel!" Emmett replies laughingly to his elderly friend. But then he turns serious again. Holding his beloved's hand--the same hand he played with when starting to explain about riding--he cajoles her: "Says in the Bible someplace, you have not 'cause you ask not. I know you don't wanna be selfish no more, after--after however much time you were, uh, naughty--but that don't mean you ain't allowed to have any desires of your own. And the sooner we hash out some kinda mutual agreement we can both live with, the sooner you'n me can get about lawfully makin' some little gunslingers and princesses."

Gladys--the mother of six grown children--duly pretends to be shocked at Emmett's words, but does a poor job of concealing her happy smile.


~ ~ AWAITING QUEENIE'S REPLY......
 
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At his house in Primary Earthly Reality, Copperfox, waiting up for news of his father's emergency spleenectomy, gets a phone call from his sister Randi (the one with the adopted Chinese daughters), saying, "HE'S OKAY." Copperfox is afraid to jinx it by declaring good news too soon; but he decides for now to write just ONE post--this one--referring to the APPARENT solving of the most urgent medical crisis.
 
And all the heroes rejoiced and gave thanks to Aslan because at least one act of mercy was done in the land of the living. Bat-Bat was really happy because he remembered the kind face of Aslan and he knew it was his doing. The "Fairness Doctrine" party hacks of course were angry because there were still sick people in hospitals and they wanted the doctors to put the spleen back into CF's dad to make it "fair" to the "poor" masses.

While this was happening, another group of Oompa Loompas rant through the thread at light speed. This time they were being chased by the Mule Brigade, who had gotten loose from their corral.
 
Colonel Beauregard T. Beauregard (whose middle initial stood for Beauregard), was leading the pursuit of the runaway mules, not caring which side of The Late Unpleasantness they represented. Seeing the Change Party hacks, he reminded them that their true goal in life was to get every living thing on Earth controlled, regulated, regimented and confined--so they might as well start on those mules. The political goons accordingly began threatening to bring class-action lawsuits against the mules for some offense to be determined later. This didn't really help to catch the animals, but it did distract the political hacks from bothering others for awhile.
 
Colonel Beauregard T. Beauregard (the T still stood for Beauregard) god tired of these party hacks and regrouped the mules and made the entire brigade charge at them. The old Ohio infantryman imitation of Alfred, Lord Tennyson was heard in the thread:

"When can their glory fade?
Oh, what a wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Mule Brigade,
Long-eared two hundred!"

The party hacks ran helter-skelter !!
 
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