The Insane Asylum II

[~Lava~]

Ah, that's the inmates I remember. Now I just need to air out my couch and we will be back in business. *suspends couch from ceiling with fans*

 

[Miss Freckles]

*giant phoenix feather tickles Lava's ear, then chases her through the whole asylum*

 

[Glenburne]

Freckles, you're doing this for Lava's good, right?

 

[Miss Freckles]

Nope, just for fun. But exercise is healthy, and laughing is, too, so I guess she benefits from my leisure pursuits.

 

[Glenburne]

Freckles' Leisure Pursuits

1. Chasing Lava
2. Impaling
3. Attacking Irish fairies
4. Developing What Would Gollum Do? merchandise

Don't you see anything disturbing about your use of recreational time?

 

[Miss Freckles]

That's only the tip of the iceberg, darling.

Maybe I kill unicorns in my spare time. Maybe I save whales. Maybe I learn Chinese. Maybe I ride the wind in a chariot made of a walnut shell. Maybe I tickle babies. Maybe I put horseheads into people's beds. Maybe I make a lot of lists. Maybe I can't stop making lists until I've got ten items on it. Maybe it really bugs me that your list contains only four items. Maybe I have more in common with Sheldon Cooper than I had previously thought.



*runs away*

 

[~Lava~]

After Dr. Lava listens to Freckles talk about pheonix feathers on her nicely aired out couch, she jogs the entire length of the facility for fun

 

[Miss Freckles]

Tag! You're it.

 

[WarriorSatyr]

Tag! You're it! No tag-backs!

 

[Sopespian]

Tagback! I'm a Telmarine, so I don't follow the rules of barbaric Satyrs.

 

[Glenburne]

We are the DLR. We do not tag. We ignite.

 

[WarriorSatyr]

Tagback! I'm a Telmarine, so I don't follow the rules of barbaric Satyrs.

Barbaric? Ooh, take that back, ye spaleen!

 

[Lady of Narnia]

*takes notes*

 

[Glenburne]

Wonderful. Tell our mission to the world.

 

[Miss Freckles]

Ha! I completely trust Lonny to take on the DLR. Go get 'em Lonny! *waves flag*

 

[Glenburne]

Flags make the DLF nervous. We suggest you take them down for your own well-being.

 

[Miss Freckles]

Ha! Even I will make a note of that.

*waves much bigger flag*

*accidentally knocks herself out*

 

[WarriorSatyr]

*Waves smelling salts under Freck's nose*

 

[Glenburne]

(I don't think those work when you were struck by a blunt object. Assuming the flagpole was blunt. Freckles doesn't sharpen her flagpoles, does she?)

 

[Miss Freckles]

It did say 'knock out' not 'impale', so whatever the tip of the flagpole looked like is irrelevant to the situation.

I appreciate the smelling salts, by the way. I've never passed out. This is quite exciting. Am I supposed to have lost all my memories from age twelve? Or should I just look pretty so the prince can lift me gracefully into his arms?