Roleplay By Monologues

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From somewhere came the ominous rumble of Aslan's growl, and Old Man Willow knew he'd better behave himself.

After giving her highly appropriate words of advice to Queenie, Sophia Renee went to see if Amanda or Juliet were getting anywhere with writing their sequels which would give her another chance to make amends to Duncan.
 
Queenie was thinking about something. Emmett knew her too well to see something was going on. " What is it you thinking about my love?"
His fiancee smiled and kissed him and then she smiled again. " You know Emmett, I think about the invitations. You are a very beloved man over here and a lot of people are happy you finally get married. I also knopw some have their doubts about me but I can't blame them and won't blame them either. But I think about the people I really love to visit us. As you know I will never ever return to Snow Land again. This Land brings back nothing but bad memories. I think about inviting our guests at Wonderland. Maybe the woman who sent me here into this thread will come with her beloved hockeyplayer. And maybe the Rabbit would like to come. I'm going to send an invitation to them". Emmett smiled. " My lass, it's no problem! As long as you don't invite those snake-hearts I'm fine with it".
Queenie laughed as a young child. She wrapped her arms around Emmett's neck. " That's another thing I love about you. Your sense of humor. I never laughed at anything besides my evil plans but now I can laugh at the most silly thing. It feels so good to be my true self again".
 
"You know your old Skua's been shown the light," Emmett reminded Queenie. "He prob'ly can help spread news to folks in Wonderland; an' with him havin' also met Aslan in person, he'll be able to explain to 'em how it is that you _ain't_ that old evil Snow Queen no more."

Feeling the sweetness of Queenie's hug and her adoring eyes, the gunslinger glared at the nearest Mod-Cam. Suddenly, unwrapping just one arm from around his true love, he raised his shotgun and pointed it at the lens. "It's about time you folks _trusted_ me, that I'm a Christian man who _won't_ go farther than he should before the wedding night!" And with that, he gave the camera both barrels.

Tossing aside the twelve-gauge, Emmett renewed his embrace with Queenie, growling, "Shake hands, my foot!" From that point, the two of them spent quite some time being as passionate as in conscience they could be: enough to assure each other that on their wedding night, they--

OOPS! MOD-CAM'S BEEN REPAIRED!

--they would shake hands, then go sleep in separate houses five miles apart. :rolleyes:


This whole scene between Emmett and Queenie should be thought of as happening _before_ the entry Vanessa posted on the Wonderland thread, about her "own-self character" and Eric receiving a letter from Queenie.
 
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With some free time on their hands, Emmett suddenly said between kisses (and YES, they WERE kissing, BWA-HA-HA-HA!!): "Honey, although I said and meant that a husband should be the one protectin' the wife, that don't mean I want you to be kept artificially defenseless. I reckon I'll show you how to use the one type of firearm I currently possess." Only after he had said this did he realize how the last part would sound to his beloved. "Hey, sweetheart, I didn't mean that as holdin' a grudge against you for Jake and me losin' our Colts and the Winchester."

"It's all right, I know you didn't," she hastened to reassure him, punctuating her assurance with--YES, IT _WAS_ A BIG STEAMY KISS!! "I'm not like so many girls in these roleplay worlds, going out of their way to take offense at the least little thing a man says. Especially not when it IS my fault that you and your brother lost your guns."

This exchange led them back to KISSING for several more minutes.

Then Emmett said, "Happens, darlin', that with business bein' good, Jake and me could easily afford to buy replacements; but we've seen the handwritin' on the wall. Our part of the Monologues time-space continuum is too closely tied into the United States for us to ignore political developments there; and the Change Party wants to outlaw ALL private ownership of handguns, in order to condition the peasants to bein' totally defenseless. They pretend this reduces violent crime, but they really KNOW it doesn't, from more law-enforcement statistics than any honest man could ignore. Which means they ain't lettin' truth get in the way of their agenda. If we bought new revolvers, they'd just get confiscated in a year or so. But shotguns are under less pressure so far. Now, let me show you how the 'permissible' firearm works."

Taking Queenie to the town shooting range, which was otherwise unused on this late-autumn day, Emmett systematically demonstrated the workings of the Remington twelve-gauge double-barrelled shotgun. Before an hour had passed, the bride-to-be had mercilessly slain eighteen cardboard boxes, eleven empty plastic jugs, six empty coffee cans, and three miscellaneous hunks of scrap lumber...but NO partridges in pear trees.

The hunting, for food, would come later.
 
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Queenie looked at her beloved one. " Do you know the dutch writer who brought me here lives in a country where they have these laws for years? No weapons allowed and don't defend yourself when it's needed. You should wait until the attacker attacks you before you are allowed to defend yourself. It's a rule many dutch citizens are so angry about. But okay.....back to our subject....."

And of course............ANOTHER KISS ........ Then the Skua returned with a message.
" You should try to set a world record of kissing...hahahahaha! Well, the gryphon already informed the hockey couple and the Rabbit and the hobbits returned to the gardens to inform the others. So the message has been sent and now they are waiting for your reply when the wedding is going to take place. In the meantime everybody continues what they are doing...so I unless your lips are glued you are going to answer me?"

Queenie took the little bird and softly kissed him on his head.
" All those years I haven't seen your beauty and still you stayed with me little Skua. I admire you even more"

The little Skua blushed a bit and then looked at Emmett.

" Forgive me Mr Frankl but I believe your bride-to-be is still in a kissing mood"
 
Emmett winked at the Skua as he said, "Actually, what y'all saw her'n me doin' was _quarrellin'!_ That's the _way_ I plan for all our arguments to be fought out: in desperate combat just like this..." And he drew Queenie into a furiously tender, savagely gentle, playfully vicious make-out session.

Somewhere in the midst of this, though, he pulled his mouth free of hers long enough to ask, "Whatcha think of the first weekend after Thanksgivin' weekend for the weddin'?"
 
While waiting for the mods to show up at the Writers thread to check on the vampire post, Bat-Bat was in his batcave poring over brochures from the Bahamas.
 
Old Man Willow's fronds all shot out and quivered in the wind as the growl went past, a cloud of willow-leaves filling the air. And here he'd just had his hair done. This was definitely not his day.

A passing hedgehog blew a kiss at the bald hedgehog that sat morosely beneath the willow, hiding under the bench. He'd been contemplating feeding himself to the willow, but this brightened his day so much he came out of hiding, donned a diminutive toupee and went on to lead a happy and productive life raising his hedgehoglings in a boxwood shrubbery while working a day-job selling Hershey kisses.

Meanwhile, in the Bahamas, a 13-year old coconut-picker decided she would go on a quest that no one else understood and, lacking a horse, began tacking together a simple raft to harness her talking telepathic dolphin-friend to.
 
The Shapechanger, in applying for the Octopus Garden manager's job, acted upon what she knew was REALLY true about seductiveness, NOT the cliches that everyone in churches repeats to each other because everyone knows that everyone else expects them to repeat the cliches. The Shapechanger knew that, although her target of course would NOTICE physical attractiveness, BEHAVIOR was the key to get to him. As a subliminal touch, she assumed the name Brenda--which was the name of the target's first flirtation in junior high school, before getting to high school where the worship of football had made him a nonentity.

When she first met Copperfox, she formed her face into a combination of Teri Garr, Erin Grey and Yvonne de Carlo, when each of these actresses had been in her prime. Below the neck, of course, she was perfect; only the most extreme need of disguise for self-preservation would EVER induce her to let her figure be otherwise than perfect. But she was not dressed to show this off too conspicuously, because she knew this would NOT be enough to gain influence over the old sailor. No, first she would prove herself competent to run the restaurant...and of course, in her first days on the job, dozens of Change Party operatives would come there to eat, and would grab any opportunity to tell the owner how FABULOUS the new manager was.

Only later, when the target had grown accustomed to her presence, would she go to work with the techniques that would REALLY arouse a male reaction in him...like warm eye contact, sincere-seeming compliments, and "accidental" physical touches. In other words, the very same things that she might use to claim harassment if a man did them to her. But she knew Copperfox would not call it harassment. Even setting aside how much he missed female tenderness, she knew another crucial fact about him:

Before coming to faith in Jesus, Copperfox as a boy had been absurdly prone to assume the worst about other people's actions, almost eager to believe that everyone was plotting against him. Therefore, when he had received Jesus, Copperfox had soon resolved NOT to assume the worst about people anymore.

So even if he was quick to realize that she was trying to get him interested, he would not realize that evil was behind it. It was not automatically wrong for a single woman to try to attract the attention of a single man; and Copperfox would have no idea that she was evil, until she had him so infatuated with her that he would REFUSE to believe it.

Then the real fun would begin, she told herself.
 
Meanwhile, the "change" party winner sent a secret "thank you" note to one of his spiritual advisers Humma Kavula.
 
Scarcely anyone in Horse-With-No-Name-Ville knew Queenie's _real_ history; not even the Finneys knew all of it. For most of the locals, she simply was that new celebrity who had barely started her career when she gave it up for Emmett Frankl. The majority in town agreed that she could not have hoped for a better man. There still were, however, some 13-year-old Xena wanna-be's who were disgusted with Queenie's behavior. She not _only_ gushed with love and admiration for the gunslinger-turned-businessman; she showed signs of believing that she had previously done him some _wrong,_ for which she anxiously wanted to make amends.

No matter what had happened between Queenie and Emmett, these girls dogmatically held that it should be Emmett--as a male, ipso facto an inferior being--who was crawling and remorseful and wanting to make up for something. To them, Queenie's deferential behavior toward Emmett seemed like a betrayal to the sacrament of Girl Power.

To Queenie, however, it seemed that _Emmett_ was the one constantly deferring to HER wishes.

The horseback ride they took on Tuesday was a case in point. Emmett had wanted to get fitted for a wedding suit, but a single "Please?" from his fiancee had been enough to make him postpone the tailor appointment and go riding with her instead. This was in fact their longest ride together yet: into the actual foothills of the Rockies. Emmett brought along one of the shotguns, loaded with solid slug...just in case.

As they went, Queenie frequently remarked on how much she loved her man. He, meanwhile, kept on teaching her things--which, Queenie realized, was also a way of saying he loved her.

"Tell me, honey, how'd ya feel the first time you sat inside an automobile an' fastened your seat belt?"

"I confess I _didn't_ wear the seat belts for a long time. The first time I did wear one, I hated it."

"But they explained the reason for 'em, right?"

"Yes: momentum. The car is violently stopped, but the passenger is still moving forward at the same speed."

"Right, sweetheart. Now, change the picture a mite. Instead of the crashin' car, imagine that the thing suddenly stopped is one of a horse's front feet, accidentally placed down a prairie-dog hole. And in place of an unbelted passenger flyin' forward, see the whole rest of a canterin' horse's body still chargin'. Whatcha think'll happen to the trapped foreleg?"

"It would break like an icicle," Queenie replied softly.

Emmett nodded. "An' _that,_ my very most beloved, is why I seldom put any horse above a slow trot on unfamiliar ground, unless it's life-an'-death necessary. An' livin' in an age of motor vehicles and aircraft, there ain't often great need t'be hurryin' a horse. On a safe stretch, say a track, it's another story. When you're ready for gallopin', I'll take you to a track."

"No hurry," said Queenie. "The scenery, and the company, are making me happy at a walk."

Eventually, having found a good place to dismount and let the horses graze, the couple put in some leisurely time...umm...yeah...."shaking hands." No one who later saw them returning to town made any remark about the pine needles sticking to the back and sides, but not the front, of each one's coat and jeans. Handshaking will do that sometimes.
 
When Bat-Bat saw that everything was quiet around TDL, he decided he had time to shopping for some Bermuda shorts.
 
The evil Shapechanger could sense that Bat-Bat was planning to be away for a time. That suited her; Bat-Bat was a potential threat to her scheme of entrapping Copperfox. Besides, it seemed to her that the fashion statement of those wings of his was SO mid-1970's.
 
Meanwhile........

Lonny (Alice) was keeping an eye on her purple duck named Alyosha, who was waddling around and quacking at everyone he saw. "Well," Lonny thought, "at least he's staying where I can see him."
Then, Alyosha waddled over to Lonny. "Quack" he said.
"No, you can't have a cookie right now, you have to wait until after supper to have your cookie."
"Quack"
"Well, I suppose you could have ice cream. But you can't have both."
"Quack?"
Lonny sighed and shook her head. "Just go play for a little while, Alyosha."
"Quack"
 
While in prayer for Copperfox this fine morning, Duncan felt a sense of foreboding which led him to the book of Psalms in the Bible. Asking God to lead him, Duncan found himself reading Psalm 36:

"Evil whispers to the sinner in the depths of his heart: the fear of God does not stand before his eyes.

"Evil’s flattering light disguises his wickedness, so that he does not hate it.
His words are false and deceitful, he no longer considers how to do good.
Even when in bed he plots mischief; he follows the wrong path; he does not hate malice.

"Lord, your mercy fills the heavens, your faithfulness rises to the sky.
Your justice is like the mountains of God, your judgements are like the deeps of the sea.
Lord, you protect both men and beasts" --including Copperfox, thought Duncan. He continued, replacing this Copperfox' of the story's name where the Psalm text said "he" or "sons of men" or "we" "me" or "they" as a way of praying for this Copperfox.

"How precious is your kindness, O God! The sons of men will take shelter under your wings;
they will eat their fill from the riches of your house, drink all they want from the stream of your joy.
For with you is the spring of life-giving water, in your light we see true light.

"Hold out your mercy to those who know you, offer your justice to the upright in heart.
Let me not be crushed under the heels of the proud, nor dispossessed by the hands of sinners.
The doers of evil have fallen where they stood, they are cast down and cannot rise."

The shapechanger's power diminished directly as Duncan prayed for Copperfox.
 
Skipping along over the sparkling, pristine cerulean waves, Sparkly the purple dolphin leaped through the crystalline foam, squeaking and chittering to the friendly gulls above.

"Oh Sparkly!" the 13-year-old former coconut-picker cooed, her perfect tresses waving poetically in the warm wind of the Bahamas as her raft scudded along behind him. "I can hear you perfectly in my mind! I know you are singing your Dolphin Song, the one that is secret and only for dolphins who are of half-royal blood, I know you are delighting in the diamonds that decorate your fin in a perfect heart-shape to indicate your love for me!"

"Chitter squeak!" said Sparkly to the gulls, which the gulls understood perfectly to really mean "Poop on that girl before she glues any more decorations on me!"
 
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