Logan catches up and gives a quick look of disdain toward Matt,before continuing on. Redskulled nearly reaches the exit when the nearly out of breath Logan, grabs at his collar. Before he can let out a toxic quip, Redskulled gives him an obscene gesture and fades out of sight. Logan stops short of the exit,and looks around.
Logan: doltish coward.
Fray: *stands* I shouldve castrated him when I had the chance. Then I'd let him bleed to death. Then I might've smacked him with his genitals.
Twylight: I wouldve shoved them down his throat then set him ablaze so I could watch him try to scream and choke as his flesh melted off his bones.
Weigabo: I'm not liking the man-hating feminist vibe in this room.
Maxwell's Demon: They do get points for creativity.
Logan approaches carrying Matt in his arms
Fray: Well thats a bizarre twist on a romance novel cover.
Superman: Where is he?
Fray: Tell me you saved me some leftovers.
Logan: The cur got away. Logged off before I could reach him. *drops Matt*
Matt: OW. I almost had him too.
Twylight: Darn it!
Fray: Sure he didn't just go invisible?
Logan: Doubt it,but there's no way to be sure.
PoWder-man: Can't we just report him?
Logan: Where's the fun in that?
Fray: He might have a dummy account. If we cut him off at the source he'll lose all his power.
Danalys: He can just come back tho
Twylight: Yes,but without his power he'll be easy pickins in his newb body.
POWder-man: Hmm,wonder if the hottest woman thread is still open.
Aunt Petunia: Good suggestion.
and with that the Science aficionados each took their leave
Twylight: I think we scared them away.
Matt: What's next?
Logan: We should follow his trail. Maybe look through some of his old haunts.
Fray: Sounds like a plan. We'll head off to the school to get some research done. pm us if you've found something.
Logan: er,ok.
Logan scampers off into the night,and the others walk back towards SHHDale
Twylight: *yawns* Well,its kinda late.
Fray: Which is why we're heading to the Night Club.
Twylight: Ahh,I see.
Matt: Whew. Worried there for a sec.
Fray: We'll deal with Thickskulled in the morning.
Twylight: At least tonight wasn't a total bust.
Fray: You alright? I heard you screaming pretty loudly when you were stuck there.
Twylight: No,that was...something else.
Fray:
Matt: wait,where are we going,again?
Twylight: the Night Club. Should be just around the corner.
Fray: I wish I could find my subscription.
Matt: um...I don't think we'll be getting in.
Fray: I doubt its packed. Especially since the Gamma Lounge showed up.
Twylight: Business hasn't been going so great. It needs some life.
they turned the corner only to find a vacant lot. On the opposite side hordes of newbs were gathered around the Gamma Lounge
Fray: Where did it go?
Matt: You guys didn't hear?
Twylight: hear what?
Matt: It was closed earlier today.
Twylight: WHAT?!!
A look of fury comes over Twy as Matt begins to explain and she stomps off towards the Lounge. As she reaches the spam-filled fortress she accidentally bumps into Wolfwood
Wolfwood: Don't mind me,I'm just occupying space.
Twylight: Oh,sorry.
Wolfwood: Twy,I see you heard the news.
Twylight: So it's true. They closed the Night Club?
Wolfwood: Closed? It's been deleted. They thought it was redundant to have both the Club and the Lounge in the same area. Anything that was left of it was thrown into this Gamma place.
Twylight: *eyes widen* No...NO! ......NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *shakes fist at the heavens*
Yes,you're the glue that holds it together. The centerpiece. The piece of skin between the 'gina and the anus. Now get back in the ****ing discussion thread.
Shadaloo Headquarters: Office of Admnistration Abaddon sat in the chair boredly twidling his thumbs while Bison flipped through the files in a folder opposite him, taking brief moments to glance towards him as he tried to reorganize the papers on his desk
: So....what made you think we needed you?
Abaddon: Are you dyslexic?
: On the contrary. Your history is quite an impressive read,but you can't seem to back up any of your references or former employers.
Abaddon: Most are dead. A few are just...hard to reach.
: Right. Answer my question.
Abaddon: I'm not sure I know what you mean.
: Shadaloo has a multitude of assasins,spies, and other well-trained officers. Not to mention an infinite number of resources. What do you have to offer me that I don't already have?
Abaddon: Competence.
: You do realize you're only a guest here. A guest that might not leave here in one piece.
Abaddon: Funny,Elijya said I'm already on the payroll. I'm assuming this is just a formality.
: I love Elijya. But his word means **** until I approve.
Abaddon: Should I shut up first,or answer the question?
: Don't be a wiseass!!!
Abaddon: Right, land of blind men, one-eyed man. Gotcha.
: Look here,****er. I admire but your insolence. But to be frank, the fact that you came to us is highly suspect. Not only that but there hasn't been a record of you in SHHdale, or any part of Community in almost a year.
Abaddon: You don't trust me?
: You haven't given me a reason to.
Abaddon: I'm here to help,aren't I?
: We didn't seek you out.
Abaddon: Maybe you should've. Word in the criminal underworld is that Shadaloo hasn't been doing well since a certain girl and her crime-fighting friends showed up. Not that you arn't capable of messing things up for yourself. I thought I'd just be doing you a favor by taking care of your problem.
: And how exactly do you plan on doing that?
Abaddon: Best way to kill a snake is to cut off its head.
: Unless it's a hydra.
Abaddon: I'm familiar with that clause. It shouldn't be a problem for you. It's all about timing.
Abaddon: They'll be taken care of. Of course I'll be generous and let you have what's left.
: You talk the talk, but can you kill the kill?
Abaddon: You're familiar with my work.
: Show me what you can do.
Abaddon: I'm working on it.
Hype High School- The following day Twy walks aimlessly around the hallways, still mourning the loss of the Night Club. She couldn’t make sense of it. If only she’d been there more often. She’d sent a pm to Mayor Dew the night before only to receive a half-assed explanation regarding redundancy and spam. Her heart was broken. But the more she thought about the angrier she felt. The Gamma Lounge was hardly much a rival to the Night Club. For most part the regulars ran in very different circles. She was even disgusted having learned that not only had the Lounge taken advantage of its new space acquisition, but that there were rumors about talks between its founder GammaMike who considered selling it off to former regular, and now corporate ****e Morg. Twy clenched her books tight, subconsciously trying to crumble them to dust when she felt a light tap on her shoulder.
She whipped her head around preparing to snarl at whoever dared interrupt her book crushing.
Abaddon: Hey, Twy. Got a minute?
Elsewhere
Daisy leaned against a counter, rolling her eyes back in ecstasy. It had been so long since she had some. She would've taken it raw given the chance. She let out a slight moan and licked the white cream off her lips, breathing a sigh of relief as it slid down her tongue. For Daisy, there was only one cure for a stressful night out, and it also happened to be one of her greatest passions: coffee. Her head was throbbing from the night before, but the warm coffee put her at ease. She never did make it to the Art Museum, and instead stopped at a bar. She wished she hadn't done all those shots, but the wine from earlier made her sleepy and she desperate to keep awake so that she could give LL a severe verbal lashing, followed by a sincere apology. Daisy hadn't quite the decided on the order, but as it was, those plans ended up falling by the wayside.
Daisy adjusted her skirt and casually exited with coffee in hand. She barely made it past the nurses office when she heard a commotion coming from the room.
Aunt Petunia: He’s demented! He just attacked me for no reason!
Bored: The reason’s in the sun, baby!!!
Nurse Honey Vibe: I need you to calm down.
Bored: Never! I can no longer sit back and allow the international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids!That man is an imposter!
Daisy: Whats going on here?
Nurse Honey Vibe: I was trying to figure out whats wrong with him, and he ran into the hallway and tackled Aunt Petunia.
Daisy: Should I get someone?
Bored: Get my shoe horns in a glass. Tomorrow is Kingdom Come!!
Nurse Honey Vibe: From the looks of it he's hebephrenic.
Bored: RASCIST!
Nurse Honey Vibe: whatever,just put your pants on and get the hell out of here.
Bored grabs his pants and places them on his head, then storms off with an indgnant expression on his face,leaving confusion in his wake.
Aunt Petunia: What a strange man.
Erzengel: It's alright baby,he's gone now.
Aunt Petunia: ARen't you late for Football tryouts?
Erzengel: Um no.
Aunt Petunia: Oh,then it must be. *leaves*
Erzengel: A chick who likes sports. *swoon*
Nurse Honey Vibe: Oh that reminds me,I forgot to give you a message yesterday,Daisy.
Daisy: Oh? Who was it from?
Nurse Honey Vibe: HWD. He said to contact him immediately.
Daisy: Alright, thanks Vibe.
Daisy stepped back out of the room and turned the corner.
The two exchanged pleasantries and engaged in a civil dialogue,quite a contrast from the previous night. Daisy was flustered. She had every intention of being intent on dealing with him,but was hoping to sabotage herself every chance she could. Here there was no escape. She was angry at him for interrupting her avoidance with this awkward conversation. Surprisingly enough,LL was loving it.
Larrylegend: How was the art gallery thing,last night?
Daisy: We ended up not going. Slag stopped by a bar,we had some drinks, yadda yadda yadda, I woke up with a wad of cash in my skirt.
Larrylegend: Hm.
Daisy: I'm still trying to recover actually.
Larrylegend: Ah.
Daisy: So...um...how'd your date go?
Larrylegend: Couldn't have gone better.
Daisy: oh?
Larrylegend: Yeah,you'd be suprised what you could learn from a porn star.
Daisy: Thats...good.
Larrylegend: Yep.
Daisy: Hm.
Larrylegend: Right.
A drop of sweat slid down her forehead and onto her cheek. She desparately wanted to club him and run away, but figured it would come off as an admission of guilt. She hated him for cornering her like this. He probably planned this all along. Well,he wouldn't get an apology out of her. Until then it would just be a waiting game,and she had enough mocha swirl to keep her from cracking. She smiled and batted her eyes flirtatiously as to compensate for her discomfort. Another few drops of sweat came down her face. Was he buying it?, she wondered. Of course, as long as she kept up the charm maybe he wouldn't notice her restrained panic. More sweat fell from face. What the hell is wrong with me?. Suddenly she realized she wasn't sweating at all. She wiped her face and looked up at the ceiling where a water had gathered and had been steadily dripping.
Daisy: What the?*steps back*
Larrylegend: I was going to ask if that was bothering you.
Daisy: Nice. It's probably a pipe leaking.
Larrylegend: The beauty of budget cuts.
Daisy: I better go get the janitor. OH!I better go get the janitor!! I'll see you around,bye. *leaves*
Daisy tried to fight back a demented grin,as she was immensely relieved now that she escaped. LL gave her an awkward look as she rushed off, then sighed and shook his head as his expression shifted into a cynical sneer.
Hype High Hallways
Twy and Abaddon walk casually as students begin filling the school, smoking, spamming, and loitering before class.
Twylight: Whats going on?
Abaddon: Nothing much, I just thought since we havent had the time to talk much, that wed try and catch up.
Twylight: okay.
Abaddon: So tell me whats been going on with you? Spare no detail.
Twylight: Hmm, nothing special really.
Abaddon: You seemed a little upset before.
Twylight: They got rid of the Night Club. Then they leave some mediocre Gamma place there to replace it. I mean can you believe
them?
Abaddon: eh, that sucks. Though I guess it was pretty redundant having two separate hangout places.
Twylight: I think the Lounge people just couldnt handle the competition, so they had it taken out.
Abaddon: Things like that happen all the time.
Twylight: Not in my backyard.
Abaddon: Maybe you should run a petition or something. Pm Mayor Dew.
Twylight: Im considering it. They didnt give a real reason as to why it was taken down. I sent a few out to the other red giants, but I
havent gotten a response yet. I couldve found out by now if I could still read pms.
Abaddon: Having trouble with your inbox?
Twylight: No, its-- never mind. I just wish things were a little different around here.
Abaddon: You can always make an effort to make things better.
Twylight: I guess.. I dont know. Maybe I should give up.
Abaddon: Nah, you cant let them think youre doormat.
Twylight: I usually hate making a fuss if I know I wont be listened to.
Abaddon: Correction: you cant let them know youre a doormat.
Twylight: Im not a doormat.
Abaddon: If you had a middle name, itd be Welcome.
Twylight:
Abaddon: Im only teasing. But you can imagine they wouldnt be too intimidated by a girl who replaces expletives with flower. Youre fighting for what you believe in, youve got to step up your game. Take a few chances, even if that means spending countless hours negotiating and never having time to see your friends. Dont be afraid to be aggressive.
Twylight: Ultimately were dealing with Moderating matters. I cant picture myself being that bold when it comes to them.
Abaddon: Oh, I think youre capable.
Twylight: *sighs* Having you here takes me back to simpler times.
Twy catches sight of Cconn heading into the boys locker room as the other students were exiting.
Abaddon: Whats wrong?
Twylight: Cconn hes seemed especially distant as of late. Not that I blame him.
Abaddon: Ah, yes. Ive heard. He ate those poor newbies.
Twylight: What?
Abaddon: You didnt know?
Twylight: He didnt eat newbies. When did he eat newbies?
Abaddon: Thats what I heard. He ate several newbies in the school because the drama teacher told him he needed the resulting excrement to overthrow Mirko and bring about world peace.
Twylight:
Abaddon: What?
Twylight: You didnt actually believe that.
Abaddon: I gave my sources the benefit of the doubt.
Twylight: Thats not what happened. He and some other students were brainwashed by the drama teacher into killing two girls so he could perform a ritual that would bring about peace and love within the school.
Abaddon: I guess that sounds more plausible.
Twylight: They meant to kill a third, but we managed to stop them in time.
Abaddon: we?
Twylight: The Archies. Its sort of a nickname for a group of us that hang out pretty often I think you already know most of them, but youll see them soon anyway.
Abaddon: I look forward to it.
Principals Office
Kipobe sits in his chair staring longingly into the photo of Danny Elfman sitting atop his desk
Principal Kipobe: *sighs* .
Hearing someone at the door, he grabs the frame and kisses the photo, then slides it over in place of a slightly smaller picture of a woman smiling with her two kids and a dog. Kipobe smiled at the strangers in the photo. They came with the frame, and while he wanted to put it a Technicolor photo f Danny in it, he found hed often score extra points with the big wigs whenever he had it out. Brodie soon opened the door and popped his head in.
Coach Brodiebruce: Supes is on his way here, and he looks pissed.
Princ. Kipobe: Damnit. Tell him I'm in the can.
Coach Brodie: Too late, he's here.
Brodie steps in the room and is brusquely pushed aside by the Superintendent.
Superintendent Superman: Kipobe, I have a bone to pick with you.
Princ. Kipobe: I'm sorry, but I won't tolerate that kind of sexual language in my school.
Sup. : Shut it. I've received several reports regarding the schools progress over the last few months. We've managed to register 60 students, an all-time high.
Princ. Kipobe: Pfft, you want an all-time high? Try riding a roller coaster, while playing "pass the ganja."
Sup. :Well, you'll be happy to know that while we set an allt-ime high for the number of students, we also set an all-time low for student attendance. Grades are down, spamming is up, and you havn't been a graduating student since the schools inception.
Princ. Kipobe: I apologize for all the grief and trouble this may have caused you. With that said, you sir, are an ass.
Sup. : You're an imbecile!
Princ. Kipobe: No nothing.
Sup. : Simpleton!
Princ. Kipobe: Vaginal flap!
Sup. : I've had with you!!
Princ. Kipobe: And I've had it without you!!
Sup. : You incompetent bungler!!
Princ. Kipobe: Odorous waif!
Sup. : Juveneille turd!
Princ. Kipobe: Kiss me.
Sup. : What?
Princ. Kipobe: Sorry, I got swept up in the moment.
Sup. : If this school does any worse, Ill have to cut your pay.
Princ. Kipobe : If this tension gets any more sexual, Ill need a new pair of pants.
Sup. : I'm not kidding, Kipobe. You are the worst fairing school in all of Hype and among the top ten worst in all the Vbulletin boards!
Princ. Kipobe: I'm sorry, but I won't tolerate that kind of sexual language in my school.
Sup. : Shut it. I've received several reports regarding the schools progress over the last few months. We've managed to register 60 students, an all-time high.
Princ. Kipobe: Pfft, you want an all-time high? Try riding a roller coaster, while playing "pass the ganja."
Sup. :Well, you'll be happy to know that while we set an allt-ime high for the number of students, we also set an all-time low for student attendance. Grades are down, spamming is up, and you havn't been a graduating student since the schools inception.
Princ. Kipobe: I apologize for all the grief and trouble this may have caused you. With that said, you sir, are an ass.
Sup. : You're an imbecile!
Princ. Kipobe: No nothing.
Sup. : Simpleton!
Princ. Kipobe: Vaginal flap!
Sup. : I've had with you!!
Princ. Kipobe: And I've had it without you!!
Sup. : You incompetent bungler!!
Princ. Kipobe: Odorous waif!
Sup. : Juveneille turd!
Princ. Kipobe: Kiss me.
Sup. : What?
Princ. Kipobe: Sorry, I got swept up in the moment.
Sup. : If this school does any worse, Ill have to cut your pay.
Princ. Kipobe : If this tension gets any more sexual, Ill need a new pair of pants.
Sup. : I'm not kidding, Kipobe. You are the worst fairing school in all of Hype and among the top ten worst in all the Vbulletin boards!
Princ. Kipobe: Now like I was saying before, Shaqs got at least a good 6 years going for him before he goes the way of Ewing.
Sup.: What? We were talking about improving your school, fool.
Princ. Kipobe: I appreciate you pointing that out, tool.
Sup. : You dont want to cross me.
Princ. Kipobe: Oh, I want to cross you alright. I want to cross you real good. Wait, did that sound gay? Cause I meant it to.
Sup. : Straighten up an fly right. Or I will rain HELL down upon you.
He gives Kipobe a firm poke to the chest before turning and marching out of the room
Princ. Kipobe: Whew, that went well.
Coach Brodie: You've truly mastered the art of kypade confusion.
Princ. Kipobe: Even better, I recreated it with more style and kipobe flavor.
Coach Brodie: He probably wouldnt have even shown up if our basketball team could actually win a game.
Prin. Kipobe: Its your fault.
Coach Brodie: Its not my fault they suck. We got crappy pickings this year. I know Im their coach, but I can only make whats good better. Most everyone player we have sucks ass. I mean, Its hard enough trying to get more black people to join up without getting the mod squad up my ass. Everyone over six feet tall has that got the report button handy, and I surely wouldnt want the upset the League For United Tall F**kers. Everyones so touchy these days.
Prin. Kipobe: Screw the team. The only glimmer of hope we have is the school production we have planned. Everythings riding on that play so were going to pool all our resources into that. If blnk gives me another pay cut Ill never be able to save up and get out of this freak-filled s**thole. No offense.
Coach Brodie: I assumed you meant you were referring to everyone outside this room.
Princ. Kipobe: I wasnt.
Coach Brodie: Fair enough, *****e.
Kipobe tries to pace around the room but finds it difficult with the floor being extremely sticky.
Princ. Kipobe: Damnit, I spilled coffee two days ago and that silly Mexican still hasnt cleaned up.
Coach Brodie: I saw Corinthian checking out the Survivor thread before I came.
Princ. Kipobe: I rue the day he learned English.
Hype Survivor- Day 257
Toven: Say goodbye to Eric Draven folks. Well miss you, DiPrescott. Well, not really cause you sucked. Anyway, Im the host for this next challenge, so pay close attention my precious chickentits. Were down to four players, so you should hope you didnt make any enemies during the past few days. You all know the rules, so check your pms and come here if youre not smart enough to figure things out.
Matt: Are you serious? This has got to be the stupidest challenge yet.
Toven: Dont worry, youll probably lose.
Matt: Only because you want me to.
Toven: I also want you to die, but sometimes you have to settle for less.
Matt: Youre still mad about last Survivor?
Toven: Are you still mad about the Survivor before that?
Matt: You tricked me and got me booted.
Toven: And it was worth it. I won.
Matt: And now youre mad about me breaking our alliance and trading you to the loser team last time.
Toven: Yeah Im mad about that, even though I still got in the final four anyway.
Matt: What are you even doing here, Corinthian? You quit three challenges ago.
Corinthian: No thanks to you.
Matt: Are you really surprised I was going to vote you out? You did the least amount of work. You shouldve stuck it out and taken it like a man. Thats what Ive done for every game I played.
Corinthian: This should be your last.
Matt: If I win, it probably will be.
Toven: Shut up, I cant hear myself think.
Corinthian: That shouldnt take too long.
Toven: Go back to cleaning toilets in the school bathroom.
Corinthian: I dont start until 8.
Toven: Whatever, Buenos nachos. Get the f**k out of here.
The Almighty Fuzz: So this is basically just a popularity contest?
Toven: I like to think of it as a sexiness debate, but yeah, more or less. Also remember that anyone caught soliciting votes will have their nipples ripped off..
Erzengel: When are the self portraits due?
Toven: Everyone needs to use the digi-sketch to have their self portraits done. Polls open later today and will stay open into tomorrow, so if I dont get them before then a big blank will put on the voting poll. And any alterations made to the portrait will result in automatic disqualification. In case it didnt get sent in your pm the link is in the back of the room. You can go to simple portrait or full-body, I dont care.
Matt: This is still ridiculous.
Toven: Maybe you should work out more.
Matt: Maybe you should consider gender reassignment.
Erzengel: Times like this, Im thankful I have the body of an Olympian god. *flexes*
The Almighty Fuzz: The god of beer kegs?
Erzengel's lower lip quivers as he fights back tears
Erzengel(thinks): It's ok. She can't hurt me. Can't let 'em see me weak. My body does not define me. My body does not define me. My body does not define me....
Toven: This challenge wont be as easy as it looks .for some, anyway.
Matt: Even if I won, youd screw me over somehow.
Toven: And itd be the only screwing youll ever get.
Rogue_Devlin: Is there anything we should do to prepare?
Toven: Aside from coming up with a sexy tag to go with the picture, you could always whine about everything like a little b**ch. Matt will show you.
Toven: You should check the mirror first. The sketch takes a while and it wont let you do more than one portrait per hour.
Matt: Good advice, but I dont you need you to me any favors.
Toven: Why dont you do yourself a favor and eat me
Matt: Not like youd stop me.
Toven: You know me so well.
Erzengel: So how does this thing work?
Toven: It basically just takes a sketch of your face and body as is.
Matt: Except theres a catch.
Toven: Only if you want there to be one.
Matt: Youre not fooling me, I know youve got something up your sleeve.
Toven: Whatever. Dont get paranoid now just cause you were a c**t last
game. I cant be held responsible for your guilt.
Matt: Right. Ill call this a practice run.
Toven: You cant practice not being ugly.
Matt: Speaking from experience?
Toven: You got me.
Toven discretely pulls a remote control with the word ACME inscribed at the top out of her sleeve as Matt steps over towards the mirror. He stares blankly for a moment then begins practicing facial expressions. Matt settles down on a few basic ones he does in rotation then blows himself a small kiss, and at that moment Toven presses the large red button on her control. The mirror opens and a large boxing glove springs out abruptly and hits Matt in the face. She grins gleefully as he goes flying through the air then hits the ground and slides across the floor. Almost forgetting to push the button again, she shakes off her excitement and does so, which pulls the sprung glove back and closes the mirror. Rogue_Devlin kneels beside Matt and shoos away the birds floating above his head.
Rogue_Devlin: Matt are you--eww!
Matt: What?
Rogue_Devlin: Your nose is crooked.
As Matt feels his face, Toven scurries over to him with a look of feigned sympathy.
Toven: *mechanically* Oh my God. Are you ok?
Matt: You b**ch!! You set me up.
Toven: I have no idea what youre talking about.
Matt stands and faces her with a now blackened eye, and twisted nose, which dripped blood onto the linoleum floor, which appeared to have been recently waxed. A remnant of what would have been Tovens backup plan. Matt was fuming mad. Mad because of what had happened to him, fuming because of the steam coming out of his ears, which surely would have gone unnoticed if not for the fact that his head was now whistling like a tea kettle. He could barely see her through hi swollen eye.
Toven: Wow, that looks pretty bad. And *shakes head* And at a time like this, I mean DAMN, talk about a freak accident. This must be so awful for you. *shrugs* Oh well, good luck with the challenge, pencil dick. *leaves*
Cut back to Abaddon and Twy as they walk by the school auditorium in heavy conversation
Abaddon: Life is so full of complexities. You cant even begin to wonder what the insignificant stuff is supposed to mean. I mean, realistically none of it means anything, and yet even the nothing has some sort of purpose. There are times when all the suffering and anguish makes you wish it would all go away, but thats why its there. We suffer so we can weep, so we can feel pain. Its part of the natural order, yet our instinct is always to reject it.
Twylight: Wow, thats so deep.
Abaddon: I just take in an interest in the wonder of it all. Most people dont
take the time to look at things around them from a different perspective.
Twylight: I guess some people just don't give it much thought.
Abaddon: But its such a fundamental question. Is the hokey-pokey really what its all about?
Twylight: And now were back to where we started.
Abaddon: Life is cyclical.
Twylight: Thats true.
Abaddon: Yes, well Im very insightful. You should tell me that.
Twylight: Youre very insightful.
Abaddon: Oh, stop.
Spidey-Bat steps out of the auditorium and begins stapling some flyers on the door. Abaddon gestures over to them and Twy and him walk over to take a look
Twylight: Hype High School Play sign-up?
Spidey-Bat: Yeah, its the first one in a while. If youre interested, just sign your name and well pick a group to audition for us.
Bored, having been forced to where his pants around his waist, indignantly stomps toward the auditorium
Bored: Bored and I demand to know the meaning of this.
Spidey-Bat: Oh, hey Bored. Want to sign-up for the school play?
Bored: Bored is not ever never a liar. Neither are I. More Ovaltine, please.
Spidey-Bat: Itll keep you out of trouble. Might be fun even.
Bored: Hmm, *scratches chin* Say this is true. Then perhaps there is a way we can succeed in stealing the plant farm from the migrant workers before the fish revolution ruins our trillion-dollar enterprise of crackers and oats. Is this a good solution? Would it win us a spot in the play of erroneous gentlewomen followed by a series of urinal cakes? This is what need ponder us yesterday. But can it be so? Yes, it is possible. Or it isnt and we will fail. Will we fail? Yes its possible. But wont we fail? No, that isnt not possible. How? Well Ill how just now. Okay Ill wait, if theres an answer. Is there an answer? Why wouldnt there be? Who knows? Depends on whose asking I suppose. What say he to myself? What, I ask?!
Spidey-Bat: Ehh
Bored: Quiet! Bored is having a rhetorical conversation.
Twylight: I think Ill give it a shot. I probably wont make it to auditions, but what the hey.
Abaddon: Atta girl.
Bored: I agree, I should sign-up also. After all, signing-down would be counter-productive.
Abaddon: Cant argue there.
Bored: *turns to Abaddon* How much blood will you wash from your hands today?
Abaddon: What?
Spidey-Bat: Dont mind him, he just has a habit of saying weird things.
Twylight: What does that even mean?
Abaddon: Nothing ominous, Im sure. We should get going.
Twylight: Sure, its almost time for--
Twy looks over and catches glimpse of a surprisingly familiar face outside the school.
Twylight: No way.
Abaddon: What now?
Twylight: Um, wait for me right here Abba. I have to go see something.
Twy walks away fixated on the person. She speedily moves down the hall an exits out onto the veranda which stretched far along the buildings wall. From there she begins pursuing the individual around the circular path towards the rear of the school. Twy continues on through the crowd of students, still in disbelief. Nearly losing the figure in a pack of newbies, Twy stops for a moment. It couldnt have been an illusion. For all purposes it should have been, but it wasnt. She considered giving up but unexpectedly caught glimpse of the figure moving down the steps where the janitors supply room was located. She pushed passed the newbies and rushed down the steps. Just as she reached the last few steps, she realized she wasnt quite prepared for this confrontation. However, a logical explanation was in order. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Cautiously stepping into the dark basement, she heard her target and another person have an exchange. Panicking, she tried to duck behind a metallic shelf, but wound up knocking it over. The loud crash drew the attention of the two, and she could see a silhouette duck through the door leading into the hallways.
Twylight: Oh, flower.
Thwarted, she tried picking the large shelf back up, when she caught a glimpse of something reflected in the metal. She looks up and sees the girl staring down at her from the ceiling
Hype High Library
Fray enters and immediately plops down in a chair besides the depository. She looks over and sees Daisy on the phone through her office window. Daisy hangs up and walks out of the small room with a frustrated look on her face.
Fray: Good morning.
Daisy: Well, thats relative.
Fray: Stressed?
Daisy: You could say that. Howd things go last night?
Fray: Swimmingly, then kind of drowningly. We stopped him but he got away.
Daisy: Well, no female apocalypse, so that counts as a plus, however half-assed.
Fray: Yep, aside from my suspiciously early menstrual cycle, all is well..
Matt emerges from behind a bookshelf with a look of combined confusion and disgust, which looked especially humorous given the recent adjustment in his appearance.
Matt: I really didnt need to hear that.
Fray: Sorry, didnt think you were here. You should wear a cowbell or something.
Matt: Sometimes I forget how this place can turn into an estrogen fest. *limps over*
Fray: Its a part of nature, cant help it. You have had the birds and bees talk, right?
Matt: All those years of TGIF have given me delightfully humorous insight. I think there was a Full House ep. on the matter last night. *limps over*
Fray: You sure it wasnt The Contender, cause what the hell happened to your face?
Matt: Long story.
Fray: and God, they left you limping too?
Matt: No, the limp came after I slipped on a puddle of water when I was going to the nurses office. Youd think someone would tell the janitor.
Daisy: *shifts eyes* Yeah someone.
Matt: At least this I got this cool patch.
Matt pulls the black eye patch out of his shirt pocket and puts it on
Matt: Argh, matey.
Fray: *tilts head* Your nose is crooked.
Matt:
Daisy: Matt, when you have the chance today can y-- are you wearing makeup?
Fray: I thought I was imagining it.
Matt: I tried to fix my face as best I could. The nurse could only do so much.
Fray: She couldve softened on the rouge.
Matt: I did the makeup myself.
Daisy: That explains it. Next time dont go so heavy on the foundation, it just makes the bruise more pronounced.
Matt: I did the best I could to fix it. I mightve used some makeup to hide the bruises, but Im all man.
Fray: They look very thick, and luxurious but in a manly way.
Matt: This is serious. My beautiful face is ruined and now I have to face a Survivor challenge entirely based on it. Ill be slaughtered in the polls just like Toven wants.L
Fray: Im sure youll be a hit with the buccaneer demographic.
Daisy: Moving on to more important matters, can you stop by my place and bring some of my paintings over to the Teachers Lounge?
Matt: uh, I guess.
Fray: Trying to gussy up the book mortuary?
Daisy: Kipobes letting me do an art show later in the week. I was hoping to start a class, and this is like a preview. If we get enough attendance than its go.
Matt: And we would be ?
Daisy: We would be myself and my very supportive, cooperative, book mortuary regulars.
Matt: hurrah.
Fray: I can go by and help with the paintings if you need me?
Daisy: No, youll be too busy. Matt has more free time on his hands. Besides, its only a one-man job.
Matt: And Im one hell of a man.
Daisy: Sure, also drop this off. *hands him a small book* Its the Loonquawl Codex, part of the new inventory Im keeping at home.
Matt: Loonquawl Codex?
Daisy: Youve probably never heard of it, but anyone whose anyone in the criminal underworld thinks of it as a Holy Grail. There are only a few copies left. It took forever for me to get this one.
Fray: Whered you get it?
Daisy: The Viewers Council catalog. They had to give me a thorough evaluation before they decided to send it. I figure its useful to have around given the wealth of information it has, even some specifics about Hype.
Fray: How about some new weapons instead. All those knives from Ronco have gone dull.
Daisy: Im on a budget. The book is more important.
Matt: And criminals are desperate to get their hand on some dusty old book?
Daisy: It happens to store one of the greatest collections of prehistorically incantations, source codes, and translated binary text.
Matt: *flips through pages* Kinda light.
It was a small book and on its cover the words Omne Ignotum were imprinted. He raised the book awkwardly and a half-torn page fell out. Matt quickly picked it up and stuck it back between pages only to have it fall out. He tried a few more times before giving up and stuffing it in his pocket
Daisy: If I can sneak away, Ill try and pop in and make sure you dont break anything.
Matt: Ah, just you and me then?
Daisy: Yes.
Matt: Just as long as you dont pull a Mrs. Robinson.
Daisy: Bat those eyelashes, and Im yours. Now hurry along.
Matt: Itll have to be some time later, I got another Journalism Society meeting now.
Fray: Do you guys do anything besides have meetings?
Matt: *sighs* If only you knew. Later. *leaves*
Fray: So, how was your night Daisy?
Daisy: *clears throat* good .yeah, good.
Fray: good?
Daisy pauses for a moment and has a brief flashback to the previous night and her riding a mechanical bull in her evening gown, then vomiting as she was hurled off it.
Daisy: Good good.
Fray: Im guessing thats as detailed as youre willing to get.
Daisy: Glad youre staying sharp. *goes to the backroom*
Fray: *calls out* So, whats on todays agenda?
Daisy: *calls back* Agenda?
Fray: Yeah, more research, more training.
Daisy: *returns* What? No. You have a troll to catch.
Fray: Herr Logans on his trail.
Daisy: That should save you some time.
Fray: I was hoping I wouldnt have to.
Daisy: Oh, I see. Sure, you should just let him do your job for you and wait to see how things turn out.
Fray: Sounds like a plan.
Daisy: You were supposed to take him down. You let him get away. You are responsible for making sure he goes the way of Rico Suaves career.
Fray: That analogys a bit dated.
Daisy: See this face? This is me not joking. You need to wipe this scum off the face of the board.
Fray: Alright. I guess that explains how last night went.
Daisy: What was that?
Fray: I said Ill get on his trail as soon as I can. Shouldnt be too hard to find a disturbed, pimple-faced, misogynistic, chauvinist jerk.
Daisy: Just try and get inside his head, as disturbing as that may be. What would someone like that be doing right now?
Redskulleds Hideout
Redskulled stepped out of the shower and ran his hands through his newly dyed hair. Hed added green and red streaks to the recently darkened hair. It complimented patch of red on his neck quite nicely. He immediately went for the makeup and began delicately applying it, giving himself an even more distinct appearance. Redskulled had never considered himself much of a goth. Truthfully, he wasnt quite sure what one would look like. They didnt have any of those freaks in trailer park. He always had fond memories of the trailer park, and though he enjoyed his new home, he still held a buried resentment towards his parents for moving him up to middle-class suburbia. A town a few miles north of a religious commune down in polygamist country. It was a cornucopia of ignorance, and Redskulled was ravenous. What other choice did he have? Of course the greatest influence on him was his father, who he idolized. Of course if his father saw him now, hed think he was some kind of fruit and disown the hell out of him. For no this would be a fun game. An act of sorts. The bags under his eyes were now bold and black. Hed trimmed his eyelashes so short they could barely be seen. He did his best to emphasize the paleness of his skin and succeeded. He looked like a dead clown. Grinning almost psychotically, he started getting dressed. For a troll, he seemed to be almost emaciated. He hadnt quite realized or accepted the full extent of his situation. Its not unusual. Some of the most dangerous trolls in message boards dont even realize what they are, or how much damage theyre capable of. Redskulled was just beginning to learn. As he prepped for his act there was almost a knowing look in his eye as he glanced at the mirror. Most people lead their lives never being able to truly reveal who they are on the inside. In that brief glance Redskulled saw himself for everything he was. Something ugly, pathetic, weak, and horrifying. Few things in the world of digital perception could be seen so cogently. In that brief moment, he hated himself.
Storming out into his room in a tumult of swears, Redskulled primped and posed seductively in front of the full-length mirror. He reached for the fiery red lipstick on the stand beside it.
Redskulled: Stupid girls. Pieces of s**. Shoulda f**cked them when I had the chance. *puts on lipstick* Im not a loser. They dont know me. B***ches.
He grumbled some more whilst putting on a pair of silk stockings. He pulled his black dress down further to cover up his black panties, then adjusted the moon-shaped medallion hed be wearing since the previous day. Turning briefly, he glanced over at the mannequin head hed placed on top of the coat rack nearby and blew it a kiss. Trixy, as he often called her, comforted him during many lonely nights, but she was also good for practicing using makeup.He was feeling hella sexy. If he only he could find the kind of woman who would dress sexy for him. If only he could be the kind of man that kind of woman would want. He was sick of touching himself while having rape fantasies. Women were horrible creatures who needed to be dominated before they could conspire and bring about man's ruination. Or at least that's what those pampthlets told him. He was never quite sure of what to think. Reading made his head hurt.
Redskulled: *mockingly* Oooh, look at me, Im a stupid ****. You can't have Redskulled, but I want you to rape me anyway. Come inside me. *chortles* F**k yeah, b**ch. Ha! I'll make you want me. Motherf**king ****es.
Staring hard into his own twisted reflection, he reached up his own dress and stroked his crotch. Then in a sudden burst of testerone he began flexing and grunting like a caveman.
Redskulled: Would you f**k me? Yeah, Id f**k me. Id f**k me hard!!
He turned and gave himself a good spank, then turned on the radio and started headbanging to some unintelligible metal. Banging his head he was knocked out of his trance realizing the phone behind him was ringing. He turned down the volume and picked up the phone
Redskulled: Hello?
Gravely Voice: Did you get my package?
Redskulled: Yeah, I found it as soon as I came in.
Gravely Voice: Then it's time for the second act.
Redskulled: Look, Im not rushing into anything again. Last night my perfect plan went to s**t.
Gravely Voice: Of course it did, and I warned you they would try and stop you.
Redskulled: You knew they would.
Gravely Voice: Of course, but our arrangement doesnt require you to succeed in any of your endeavors.
Redskulled: Then what do you want from me?
Gravely Voice: I just want you to try. Consider it a learning experience. Youll make mistakes, but youll be better for it. Thats all I really want.
Redskulled: Does it matter if I dont finish?
Gravely Voice: We'll see. It was the girl and her comrades that came last night, wasn't it?
Redskulled: Yeah.
Gravely Voice: Then theres a good chance their on your trail. Work fast. You'll find your equipment along with a list of instructions for the next two acts in a blue van parked behind th movie theatre.
Redskulled: How do I know you didnt sic them on me? How do I know youre not just setting me up to make me look stupid?
Gravely Voice: Have you forgotten that if it wasnt for me the mods would have taken care of you a long time ago? In fact, Im sure Mayor Dews not too tied up right now to deal with a troublemaker like yourself.
Redskulled: If I go down Im taking you with me.
Gravely Voice: *chuckles* Youre in no position to threaten me. If you're not interested in the payment, I have plenty more to offer to someone else.
Redskulled: No, Ill do it.
Gravely Voice: Know your place. And remember, this is your chance to fulfill your greatest ambitions. Dream big. *hangs up*
Redskulled angrily slams the phone down and curses under his breath. Moving back toward the mirror he picks up the red lipstick again and rubs it around his mouth and chin in a round shape. He tosses it on the floor then grabs a black lipstick and brusquely rubs it over the bright red color he used on his lips, giving his face a demonic appearance. He grumbles and begins slipping out of the dress.
Janitors Office
She stared in amazement at the living ghost. She wore a black midriff with a Spidey emblem in its center, and was adorned with various other spidey-themed trinkets.
Alexia Dark: The names Alexia.
The raven-haired girl leapt down onto the floor and dusted herself off.
Alexia: What are you doing here?
Twylight: I was just how? I dont understand. Youre not webmistress_04?
Alexia Dark: Im her sister. We were twins, hence the resemblance.
Twylight: Okay. That explains why you have the same join date. Ive never seen you here before.
Alexia Dark: I used to lurk.
Twylight: Really
Twy eyed her curiously. She seemed to be incredibly nervous at the mention of her join date. Was she lying? Did the most recent webmistress somehow manage to resurrect herself? To Twys knowledge the body was picked up and destroyed. Whatever was left was scattered in the woods near Fan Fiction Place. But the girl standing before her looked like a living breathing replica. There were a few minor differences like the avatar, and location, but everything else was the same.
Alexia Dark: You knew my sister?
Twylight: Not personally, no. I remember she was big into fan fics .it seems she mightve named a character after you. Or you named yourself after the character.
Alexia Dark: It was one of her passions. Mine as well.
Twylight: No kidding.
Alexia Dark: Do you know who killed her?
Twylight: Well um
Alexia Dark: Who was it? I need to find the person who did this to her and make sure they experience every bit of pain they inflicted on her tenfold.
Twylight: Oh, right.
Alexia Dark: Tell me who it was.
Twylight: I..I..dont really know. I heard it mightve been some troll or something but uh, hes banned now. Yeah, some people started some crazy rumors though, saying it was some other people, but I wouldnt recommend that you listen to them. You know crazy people get with rumors after all. People say all kinds of crazy things nowadays. Hehheh. Crazy, crazy, crazy.
Alexia Dark: So you dont know?
Twylight: Not really, no. Sorry.
Alexia Dark: Then were just done about here. Its been a pleasure, really.
Alexia turns and walks away but Twy quickly follows behind and grabs her arm sparking a strange glow from Alexias spider henna tattoo.
Twylight: I can help.
Alexia Dark: You want to help me?
Twylight: Yeah, I mean Id be useful to you. Ive been pretty desensitized to most kinds of blood and violence. Ive been good with image manipulation, Im studying different forms of programming languages, and Im sort of a novice magick user.
Alexia Dark: *folds arms* Really?
Twyllight: yeah.
Alexia Dark: Im not what you think you mean when say magick, but it sure isnt the real thing.
Twylight: I dont understand.
Alexia Dark: I assumed as much. You dont look like a witch, and you certainly dont look like a Well-drinker.
Twylight: What? I drink well. I drink extremely well, for your information. I could drink you under table, if I knew what that expression meant.
Alexia Dark: Youve no idea what Im talking about, but if having some extra hands on deck will get me closer to my sisters killer than youre free to help. Just dont mention any more of nonsense.
Twy opened her mouth ready to spew out some venom of her own at the spider-garbed girl when she was interrupted by loud garbling noises and the sound and rattling coming from the back of the room. Alexia and Twy exchange glances than move to investigate. In the corner were two large cardboard boxes where the noise was emanating from.
Corinthian: Hey, joos!! Getoutta here!!!!!
Twylight: AH!! Oh, hi Cori. Hows it going?
Corinthian: Dont act like you care. What do you want? Some of your friends vomit in the track field, or did someone leave feces on the staircase again?
Twylight: Neither.
Alexia Dark: Actually, now that you mention it
Corinthian: Why is all my stuff on the floor? Who turned over my shelf? Is this a joke? Thats all I am to you guys.,eh? A joke.
Twylight: It was an accident. Sorry.
Corinthian: Joo people make me sick. Sick with rage. My diarrhea burns like the fires of Hell just being here!
Alexia Dark: Thats very vivid.
Twylight: Cor, whats in those boxes?
Corinthian: Nothing. None of your business. Now both of you make like my briefs and split!
Corinthian angry glares chase off the ladies, who escape up the steps. Now alone, Corinthian gently strokes the stirring boxes
Hype High Hallways
Spider-Jide: So I told her I was moving to Africa to teach children with AIDS and she hasnt called since.
Rizpower: Whyd you tell her that?
Spider-Jide: The chick had a kid, I had to break her off somehow. Plus, it paints me in a good light.
Rizpower: All because she had a kid?
Spider-Jide: I dont date single moms, I create them.
Rizpower: I see
Spider-Jide: Oh s**t, shes coming.
Rizpower: Who?
Spider-Jide: The babys mama I was assigned for class.
Rizpower: You knocked a girl up for class?
Spider-Jide: No, its some stupid project where we have take care of a baby. Except the twist is were supposed to be a separated couples with relationship issues.
SapphirePrima: Jide, I see you. Get your butt back here. Your son needs new shoes.
Spider-Jide: What son, its a goddamn doll.
SapphirePrima: Is that what you called it when you took me in the backseat of that *pulls out index card* Camaro?!
Spider-Jide: You know its okay to break character.
SapphirePrima: Not if I want an A+.
Spider-Jide: Look, its just a stupid project.
SapphirePrima: *points to card* Just like where we live!! Geez, could this be any more stereotypical?
Spider-Jide: I think everyones pretty much running on the same template.
SapphirePrima: Why?
Spider-Jide: Something about ending the project with a mock Maury Show.
SapphirePrima: *shrugs* Well, as long as it gets me on the honor role. Now come pick up your son so I could go get my nails did.
Spider-Jide: Where is he?
SapphirePrima: In my locker.
Fray: You know every since I joined Ive come across the strangest conversations.
JLBats: You get used to it after a while. But only because youll start initiating them.
Fray: So what else do you have on Redskulled?
JLBats: I gave you most of everything.
Fray: Do you know of any of haunts or maybe someplace hed hide around people who like him?
JLBats: I dont think he had any friends here, which stop and marvel at the concept.
Fray: *sighs* Maybe I can weed him out. You said he liked politics right?
JLBats: He dabbled in threads here and there.
Fray: Oh,wait, I should see if the Science Club knows anything. Any idea where theyd be.
JLBats: I think they meet up twice a week in the auditorium, but theyre holding auditions for the Hype High school play.
Fray: Are any of them in it?
JLBats: I dont think so. Wouldnt know for sure though. I was head creative consultant till about tthey bumped me for Wilhelm. Something about the budget and not being able to pay everyone the same wages with a big shot like him on board, which is odd considering none of us were getting paid.
Fray: Sounds rough. Maybe I can get Twy to help do some recon later.
JLBats: Not that I regret not being part of the audition process, what with half of the people doing lame renditions of Whos on first?
Fray: Well, thanks for the help. *walks upstairs*
JLBats: Im sure if it were up to Wilhelm the school would be spoofing Pirates of Penzance with top 40 songs from the 70s. He didnt even want to be a part of it unless theyd give him say over the music. As if somehow they couldnt do Macbeth without music. Everyone working on it does seem to counting on a train wreck. I couldve shrugged my way through that too, but it is what is. *looks around* Ok, thats been happening way too often.
Hype High Library
Daisy fumbles with some paperwork while trying to translate an old manuscript, and finish up a Grishom novel. LL sees her through the door window and slyly steps in.
Larrylegend: Hey, there.
And with that every thought she was juggling succumbed to gravity
Daisy: huh?
Larrylegend: I said hey.
Daisy: Oh, hey. I'm a little busy right now, as you can see.
Larrylegend: Take a break, Ms. Brant. The world end if you take a load off. Will it?
Daisy: Not today, no.
Larrylegend: Well, Kipobe called for an emergency conference. All available hands on deck.
Daisy: Delightless.
Larrylegend: I saw him eyeing my new Lexus this morning. A paranoid man might think this was some sort of ruse to sabotage my baby.
Daisy: How'd you manage to afford it?
Larrylegend: Thread betting. It's like horseraces, except we bet on how long it takes when a new thread gets closed.
Daisy: Sounds fun, I guess.
Larrylegend: Only because I can buy myself expensive things like my baby.
Daisy: Boys and their toys.
Larrylegend: She's not a toy. She's a sexpot on wheels.
Daisy: Why are cars always women?
Larrylegend: Because guys like to be inside things that are turned on easily. I thought everyone knew that.
Daisy: Now it all makes sense.
Larrylegend: Let's get going before we're late.
Daisy: Erm...sure I just have to um, leave first.
Daisy makes a bee-line out of the room leaving LL stunned
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