What's this? Someone's unconscious? Oh wait, did someone say Whoopi Goldberg? Kirsten sits back down again, no longer worried that her medical skills are needed.
MLB, how are you getting on sir?
Miscellaneous Street - The Soap Opera
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What's this? Someone's unconscious? Oh wait, did someone say Whoopi Goldberg? Kirsten sits back down again, no longer worried that her medical skills are needed.
MLB, how are you getting on sir?
Hippy Lady stumbles out of her house after a 2-day flu bug which left her bed-ridden and mildly delirious. Gotta love winter.
"Did I miss anything? What was that bang? And what is that rumpled, saggy...oh, it's Whoopi. Knocked out, is she? What'll we do with her?"
"Did I miss anything? What was that bang? And what is that rumpled, saggy...oh, it's Whoopi. Knocked out, is she? What'll we do with her?"
Oops, did I forget to give you the microraptor. He must be still in the blue box. I am sure that Miss Chicken would have fed him, so is trustworthy when it comes to things like that.
The Crazy Cat Lady goes in and retrieves the microraptor who is still in his cute, little cage and hands him over to Deranged Nasat.
She also hands him a sturdy collar and leash so that he can take the microraptor for a walk.
Nurse Ayel starts digging for the unconcious Whoopie in the pile of snow.
"Not our problem" says Daniel, wandering back to the kitchen.
"Not our problem" says Daniel, wandering back to the kitchen.
Suddenly, just as all seems normal-- aside from the bit about a blood-spattered psychotic male nurse digging in the snow looking for naked Whoopi Goldberg-- the ghostly elves remember that they are ghosts and cannot be harmed by an explosion. Reconstituting their ectoplasmic forms, they repeatedly bite Nurse Ayel in the ass until he flees back to his shack and then resume transporting the unclothed form of Whoopi toward the ancient temple on the hill.
RJD continues to research ghostly elf countermeasures.
RJD continues to research ghostly elf countermeasures.
MLB is already on the phone. Who's he gonna call?
GHOSTBUSTERS!!!
GHOSTBUSTERS!!!
Stoically ignoring the kafluffle going on in the forest, a tense game of Scrabble begins in the coffee shop between Daniel and Soda.
Ahh!! My Eyes!!
Jenee turns off the video cam feed, shudders a couple times, then decides a cup of tea might be the cure.
On the way to the kitchen Jenee stops to see how incredibly intelligent her young rocket scientist is and smiles indulgently.
"I'm not sure that's the correct spelling, Daniel. I'm pretty sure it has four letters.
Thank you, Crazy Cat Lady. Your charity this Christmas is much appreciated! I will train the microraptor to dance and play the accordion. I'll be bringing home change like nobody's business!
*Watches as a dazed Whoopi suddenly comes too, sits bolt upright, snarls at the "elves", and begins an exorcism during which two elves vaporize and the others retreat out of fear. Whoopi looks up, spotting RJD and takes off after him like a tiger pursuing it's prey. Decides he may be better off inside and ducks into the coffee shop where he finds Soda and Daniel deeply engrossed in a game of Scrabble."
No, no, no Daniel. That word is spelled with an e in the middle.
No, no, no Daniel. That word is spelled with an e in the middle.
"Whoopi, stop, I was looking for countermeasures. Honest. Ow. Ouch."
* Retreats to bookstore and activates defense fields. *
* Retreats to bookstore and activates defense fields. *
The Lord Archon 'Thor' Damar {crown prince of the Isles, archduke of the RUC}, espies the irate Whoopi rampaging across the street and startles himself with the sheer shock of the terrible slight before him.
"How can she see be here" he thinks to himself "the most vicious and depraved foe that I have ever seen!"
He then remembers the small tome written by the mad prophet from New England that he always carries with him and, flicking to the correct page, begins to chant...
"How can she see be here" he thinks to himself "the most vicious and depraved foe that I have ever seen!"
He then remembers the small tome written by the mad prophet from New England that he always carries with him and, flicking to the correct page, begins to chant...
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A massive snowstorm chooses that moment to fall upon Misc Street.
Four feet of snow fall in 2 hours. Daniel is distracted from his game of Scrabble by startled customers who can't open the door. They're trapped in the coffee shop - in fact everyone is trapped wherever they are by the snowstorm. Sucks to be naked Whoopie outside right now.
...and then... the power goes out!
Jenee makes coffee (old school-style, via gas-powered stove) while Daniel continues his game of Scrabble with Soda by candlelight.
"'Country' has an 'o' in it, Soda."
Four feet of snow fall in 2 hours. Daniel is distracted from his game of Scrabble by startled customers who can't open the door. They're trapped in the coffee shop - in fact everyone is trapped wherever they are by the snowstorm. Sucks to be naked Whoopie outside right now.
...and then... the power goes out!
Jenee makes coffee (old school-style, via gas-powered stove) while Daniel continues his game of Scrabble with Soda by candlelight.
"'Country' has an 'o' in it, Soda."
After the power goes off CCL and all her cats head into the blue box which has its own power source.
Down into the cellar of the pub I go; let's hope there's some candles down there. This is probably quite dangerous, actually. I've got a sneaking suspicion I shouldn't be fumbling around in here; I'll set off god-knows-what strange booby traps the mad owner's put in. Ah well, if I lose a few more fingers it doesn't matter. I lost two to frostbite during the winter of '98 crossing the moors, and another to my old dog. That's...*counts*....seven left. Who needs seven?
Whoopi and Damar find themselves standing in the middle of the street, invocations unsaid, the battle unjoined due to the treacherous snow.
He puts away his soaked book and sighs in annoyance.
"Stuff this for a game of pah-wraiths! Fancy a drink and a game of poker?"
She nod's appreciatively and they both set off toward the pub. The mood of festive cheer is ruined only by the figure standing at the bar glaring at them.
"Who the hell are you?" Demands an irate Thor Damar who has spent an eventful few days trapped in a nightmarish dimension and is understandably upset at the sight of an exact replica striding into his pub.
The mounting tension is interrupted by a unholy howling coming from the basement and the awful sounds of movement not of this mortal plane.
A human scream tears though the air....
A pale faced shaken Damar can only mutter one thing over and over as everyone else flees into the snow.
"It got out, dear gods it is out..."
He puts away his soaked book and sighs in annoyance.
"Stuff this for a game of pah-wraiths! Fancy a drink and a game of poker?"
She nod's appreciatively and they both set off toward the pub. The mood of festive cheer is ruined only by the figure standing at the bar glaring at them.
"Who the hell are you?" Demands an irate Thor Damar who has spent an eventful few days trapped in a nightmarish dimension and is understandably upset at the sight of an exact replica striding into his pub.
The mounting tension is interrupted by a unholy howling coming from the basement and the awful sounds of movement not of this mortal plane.
A human scream tears though the air....
A pale faced shaken Damar can only mutter one thing over and over as everyone else flees into the snow.
"It got out, dear gods it is out..."
Jenee hears some strange screaming coming from the street. Opening the upper portion of the dutch door at the back of the cafe, she's sure someone is yelling that something got out. Exactly what or where, she has no idea. Closing the door, she shakes her had and muses "If it's not one thing here on Trekbbs Square, it's another ..."
Daniel starts feeling a little chilly... and then in dawns on him: No power, no heat
. Looking around, he sees the trapped patrons donning their coats. It's only gonna get worse...
"Triple word score!"
"'Cockmaster' is not a word, Soda!!"
. Looking around, he sees the trapped patrons donning their coats. It's only gonna get worse..."Triple word score!"
"'Cockmaster' is not a word, Soda!!"
*Overhears Soda tell Daniel, "But that's what Mom called you last night. Again and again."*
Can i get a triple expresso caramel macciato, two danish, and a soy latte please?
Can i get a triple expresso caramel macciato, two danish, and a soy latte please?
While self-treating his multiple contusions, RJD is relieved to see that Whoopi has been distracted by Thor. Even better, they both quickly disappear in white out conditions.
Then, just as he is about to boil some water in the microwave for Hot Chocolate, the power goes out. A blood-curdling scream echoes strangely through the swirling blizzard outside. He wonders if the elves have managed to come back.
With a sigh, he drags himself up the ladder to the roof access hatch.
Then, just as he is about to boil some water in the microwave for Hot Chocolate, the power goes out. A blood-curdling scream echoes strangely through the swirling blizzard outside. He wonders if the elves have managed to come back.
With a sigh, he drags himself up the ladder to the roof access hatch.