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Post by Emily on Mar 29, 2007 16:28:49 GMT -5
*Emily stood at the counter, punching a lump of dough enthusiastically, her usual scowl firmly in place even as she bopped her head to the music on her iPod Nano, singing along now and then as she was alone in the room.*
"Hello love, it's London calling--wave the white hanky, a breath of the valley. Keep on hoping for blood in the morning. Nothing's right, everything is hurting. Everything is hurting... Sh*t, that's not helping," *she muttered, skipping to the next song.* "PEACHES COME. FROM. A CAN! THEY WERE PUT THERE BY A MAN! IN A FACTORY DOWNTOOOOOWN! AN' IF I HAD MY LITTLE WAY I'D EAT PEACHES EVERY DAY! SUN-SOAKIN' BULGES IN THE SHAAAAADE!"
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Post by Kris on Mar 29, 2007 17:02:49 GMT -5
*Kris, having followed the sound of anachronistic singing from across town, mysteriously appears in the doorway.*
MILLIONS OF PEACHES, PEACHES FOR ME! *she croons.*
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Post by Emily on Mar 29, 2007 17:04:04 GMT -5
*Squints and gets a devious grin on her face and turns to serenade the empty kitchen with a wooden spoon as a mic.*
The perk of being in 19th century Paris: you can indulge your nerdy music tastes and your fellow goths aren't there to condemn you for it.
"DON'T tell me not to live, "just sit and putter"! Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter! Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my paraaaaade! DON'T tell me not to fly, I've simply got to. If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you! Who told you you're allowed to rain on my paraaaaade!"
*grooves the hell around the kitchen*
"I'll march my band out! I'll beat my drum! And if I'm fanned out--your turn at bat, Ma'am," *she spat at an imaginary Sylvia.* "At least I didn't fake it! Hat, Ma'am--I guess I didn't make it... Buuuut whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection, or freckle on the nose of life's complexion, the cinder or the shiny apple of its eyyyyye!"
*rocks out*
"I gotta fly once, I gotta try once, only can die once, right Ma'am? Ooooh life is juicy, juicy and you'll see I'm gonna have my bite, Ma'am! Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a comer. I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer! Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my paraaaade!"
*she pointed a floury hand dramatically at the oven, her only audience.*
"I'm gonna live and live now! Get what I want, I know how! One roll for the whole she-bang. One roll, that bell will go clang! Eye on the target and WHAM! One shot, one gunshot, and BAM!"
*she booted an open cupboard door shut to make her point.*
"Heeey Miss Stuck Up Bitch! HEEEERE I AAAAAAAAM! I'll march my band out! I'll beaaaaat myyyy drum! And if I'm fanned out--your turn at bat, Ma'am, at least I didn't fake it! Hat, Ma'am, I guess I didn't make it. Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a comer! I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer!
NO. BODY. NO. NO. BODY. IS EVER. GONNA RAIN ON MY.
PAAAAHHHH-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAADE!"
*sees Kris and drops the wooden spoon microphone.*
"Oh. Hi."
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Post by Kris on Mar 29, 2007 17:10:59 GMT -5
*Kris claps ironically and raises an eyebrow.*
"You. Are such. A poser." *She bursts out laughing.*
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Post by Emily on Mar 29, 2007 17:14:49 GMT -5
"Aw bite me. Everyone secretly has a heart on for Streisand!" *insisted Emily, even though she was beginning to turn bright red as she return to beating the crap out of the biscuit dough.*
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Post by Kris on Mar 29, 2007 17:17:10 GMT -5
*Kris smiled.* "You think I never think about Les Miz or anything while I'm rocking out like a good lil rocker chick?" *she asked. Her eyes widened.* "Oh my god. What would my band say if they knew I was here?"
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Post by Emily on Mar 29, 2007 17:18:11 GMT -5
*Emily pressed her flour-covered hands to her face to hide her grin.*
"I'm so gonna tell 'em!"
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Post by Kris on Mar 29, 2007 17:23:24 GMT -5
"Liar. You don't even know where they..." *She trailed off, knowing that barely more than an ineffectual border station separated them. She leaped to the counter, grabbed up some dough, and threw it at Emily.
But since it was Kris throwing, she totally missed.*
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Post by Emily on Mar 29, 2007 17:26:16 GMT -5
*Emily shrieked and ducked anyway, yelping "ow!" more as an exclamation of surprise than actual pain, as was her wont.*
"I HAVE A PASSPORT! OR I DID IN THE 21st CENTURY!"
*She fumbled for something to use as a defensive weapon but only succeeded in upping the volume on the iPod, the headphones of which were now dangling around her neck.*
--slow it down, read the signs so you know just where you're going! Stop right now, thank you very much! I need some body with a--
*She grappled with it and shut it off. A beat of stunned silence followed before she spoke.*
"I won't tell if you won't."
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Post by Kris on Mar 29, 2007 17:30:14 GMT -5
*Kris burst out laughing.*
"Oh man. We're the biggest dorks in the world. Which, considering the world we're in, is pretty amazing."
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Post by Emily on Mar 29, 2007 17:32:28 GMT -5
*Emily snorted through her grin and went back to pounding away at the raw dough.*
"I'd rather be a dork than a f*cking idiot," *she snapped suddenly, shaking her head at Jamie's dumbass decisions of the past few days.*
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Post by Kris on Mar 29, 2007 17:36:51 GMT -5
*Kris blinked at Emily's tone, suddenly wary. Suddenly realizing that she'd never actually met this person, and therefore couldn't really expect to read her that well. Then she realized she didn't really care.*
"Yeah... better than an idiot," *she agreed.* "Ooh--and we're not sex-crazed maniacs! If we were, you know, our characters, we'd be doing it by now."
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Post by Emily on Mar 29, 2007 17:44:28 GMT -5
"Thank God for that. Everyone else has that base covered. Twice," *she spat derisively.* "Honestly. You'd think there was nothing more to life than getting laid. Oh--by the way, I probably shouldn't be talking to you to begin with. That's the rules here. If I talk to anyone, I'm likely to get buttraped in two minutes flat. Apparently."
*She punched her dough again.*
"Because I'm just such a raging hottie," *she said with dry sarcasm.* "Jesus. There's a reason I dress like this. Keeps people at a distance if they think you're dangerous or likely to have something sharp concealed upon your person."
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Post by Kris on Mar 29, 2007 17:46:44 GMT -5
*Kris giggled.* "Buttraped," *she repeated.* "That's... ahem... Not funny." *She put her serious face on.* "Yeah, um... I try not to rape people. Even hot, fictional ones." *She shrugged.* "I had no idea it was so dangerous here!"
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Post by Emily on Mar 29, 2007 17:51:58 GMT -5
*Emily began to laugh a little at the ridiculousness of it all.*
"Yeah. I mean--technically speaking, most of the people I'm going to meet will be non-player characters, and anyone can control them. So...I only need fear buttraping from the player characters. Who I can recognize. I hope. Raoul, at least, I'll see coming from a mile away."
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