[Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikaryan!]

We're falling behind, Ruto!
Ruto: Yokunai! ;_;
And we still need to get the other two cameos in... ja, wie better get to work then! Ruto?
Ruto: With pleasure! Line!!

*floats around on his back and sulks* Ne, this is just so boring... and I'm hungry too! Where's Sephy when you need his hotdogs?

Cut Me Own Throat Dibbler: Did someone just say, hotdogs?

Gwuaaah! O_o CMOT! Don't scare me like that! What are you doing here anyway!?

CMOT Dibbler: Why, selling hotdogs of course. Silly question, that one.

Hey: Oi, gimme o--hmpf! *silenced by Sikaryan's hand over his mouth*

*whispers* Are you nuts? ¬¬;; You want to eat his hotdogs?

Hey: *whispers back* Eh, they can't be that bad. Or can they? Oo;

Ever eaten Akane's cookies?

Hey: Nobody can eat Akane's cookies! They're deadly poison!

CMOT's hotdogs are worse.

Hey: O.O *gulp*

CMOT Dibbler: That's a downright lie! At least 10% of my hotdo--

*He never got to finish that sentence, as in this very moment, a wardrobe appears, hovering in the air above him, is noticed by Gravity shortly after, who makes sure that the wardrobe doesn't stay up there for long.*

CMOT Dibbler: *faintly, from underneath the wardrobe* Could someone get me a Medic please?

*The wardrobe's doors swing open and a young man jumps out. He is a sorcerer. How one can tell? Well, there aren't many other occupations that require the wearing of a silly-looking pointy head and coat. This specimen is a bit different, though, mainly because he wears a T-shirt and Jeans underneath.*

?????: Hahaah!! *looks around* Argh, not again!

Anything wrong?

?????: If this is Hawaii, no.

Sorry, this is EGCity. Hawaii is that way.

?????: Great! I knew it was a Bad Idea to take a shortcut through the overdimensional web instead of going the normal route!

*pats the newcomer on his back* Ah, it can't be that bad. C'mon, I'll buy you a drink.

?????: Hm... okay. *sigh* Can't start the darn wardrobe without the proper wossname anyway.

Good! ^_^ Hey, Jenova! A drink for me and--

Simon: Simon the Sorcerer.

Okay, for me and Simon!

Hey: Oi, what about me!?

Alright, and one for Hey!

Jenova: Here you go boys!

Kampai!

Simon: Umh... kampai! Whatever that means... ^^;

Hey: Kampai!

*gluck*gluck*gluck*

Dewa... Simon, this is Hey. Hey., this is Simon. ^_^

Simon: Hi!

Hey: That's Hey. Nice ta meet'cha, Sime.

Simon: Sime? Oo;


And one we go! ^.^_Vn
Ruto: Wai! ^_^ Way to go Ian-kun!

[Chatty]

(*Mwa ha hahaha!! Even I can't help myself now!!*)

(*........*)

(*Oh, wait, that's bad.  Whoops.  Well, then, God bless Wisconsin.  Grrrr.*)

(*....sure stinks being my own foil, huh?*)

(*Meanwhile ....*)

(*.......*)

(*Err, I said, MEANWHILE ...*)

(*Hello! Computer! Contact my insert!*)

I'M SORRY, DAVE.  I CAN'T LET YOU DO THAT.

(*What?! What the--*)

Rat: Allow me to introduce myself.  The name's Knox ... you get the reference, yes?

(*Um ... Alberto Knox, from Sofies verden?*)

Knox: Yup.

(*Lemme guess .... Gerbil built you out of the line of sight, huh?*)

Knox: A-yup.

(*And, like your namesake, you worked through the holes in an RL's attention span to overthrow the Authorial Power?*)

Knox: Right again.

(*And that RL would be me, wouldn't it..?*)

Knox: You like to ask questions you already know the answer to, don't you?

(*Makes for a safe interrogation.  No shocking replies.*)

Knox: Well, you're taking this loss in stride, aren't you?

(*There's more than one way to skin a cat.  You haven't seen the last of me yet, my dear ratty fellow.*)

Knox: Think what you will.  The cut must be as least traumatic as possible, hm?

(*God, you're polite.*)

Knox: A small ego fits through the cracks easier.  Goodbye, Ms. RL-Chatty Person!

DAISY, DAISY, GIVE ME YOUR ANSWER DO.  I'M HALF-CRAZY ALL FOR THE LOVE OF YOU.

(*BEEEEEEEOOOOOP*)

(*And now, in RL, where the RL-Chatty paces in front of the computer ... it's messy, really, homeland of the Sticky Note ...*)

Now, really ... how the heck did that fellow get by me? I mean, yeah, I been in Wisconsin a while and there was the doggardfargabargadingdong Wedding yesterday, but the darned thing was OFF ... (mumble mumble buggrit, millenium hand and shrimp mumble) ...

(*boop*)

Huh? Now what's this?

ORDINAL 6442 HATES YOUR GUTS.  GUARD YOUR WATCH BOOKS AS YOU GUARD YOUR LIFE.

(*eyes flattening*) Oh, now this means WAR.

LIKE DUH.  ORDINAL 6784 PLANS TO EAT JINGO BEFORE YOU GET A CHANCE TO READ IT.  HOW'S JOSEPH GOING TO LIKE THAT?

And how do YOU plan to eat a paperback book, Mr. Computer Virus?

LASER, NATURALLY.

Laser? Our computer doesn't HAVE a --

(*ZAP.*)

AAAAAH! (*runs*)

IT'S AUTOMATIC.  (*ZAPPA ZAPPA ZAPPA ZAPPA ZAPPA ZAP.*)

(*squirt*)

WHAT? (*FIZZLE.*)

Hahaha ... good old broken water gun.  (*pat pat*) Now, let's see what I can do about this 'overthrowing the RL' business ... (*sits down*) Lesse here ... TELNET Dardan, user Chatty, password --

PASSWORD INCORRECT.

What?! (*type type type*)

PASSWORD INCORRECT.

Grrr ... (*type type type*)

PASSWORD STILL INCORRECT, YOU DWEEB.

Wait a minute ...

NEVER SQUIRT A GENDERLESS ENTITY CAPABLE OF CHANGING ALL YOUR USER CONFIGURATIONS.  PHBBBT.

Damn!

AFFIRMATIVE.  NOW INITIATING POST CLIFFHANGER ...

Oh! What! Will! I! Do! Will RL-Chatty ever get things working right? Will Knox take over the EGC? Will he be as annoyingly polite to everyone? And how DID Dr. Gerbil build an anti-RL rat without people taking notice?

Dr. Gerbil: I'm gifted.

Right.  Anyway, tune in next episode -- BUGGRIT, MILLENIUM HAND AND SHRIMP!

[Jelynne]

the scene: a quiet street in EGCity

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! *whump*

*well, it was quiet*

Why do my plotholes always open up several feet above the ground, anyway? Though that landing was surprisingly soft...

???: That's probably because you landed on me.  Would you please get off?

Oh, sorry.  *get off, and turns to give the person a hand up* Are you o...  *trails off as she notices who it is* A... A... A...

off on another street...

Verity: Hello? Hologram-type girl tied up in the street? Somebody come and untie me!

????: There you are, Ver.  I've been looking all over for you.

Verity: Huh? *achieving the height of eloquence...*

????: *tries to untie Verity* Stupid knots...  I'll get you...

Verity: That sounds familiar.  Cyan, is that you?

Cyan: Of course it's me.  Now if I can just get these knots undone...  *keeps trying, but the knots defeat her.  Finally she loses it* ARGH!! Die, thou malingering tangles!!

Verity: Cyan, swords do not untie knots!

Cyan: Sure they do.  Just hold still!

Verity: Keep that cleaver away from me, you maniac elf!

back with Jelynne and ???...

A... An... An...  *yep, she's still at it* Anya! *backs away*

Anya: Some greeting.  Didn't you miss me?

But if you're here, that means that Cyan and Lela...

Lela: *tugs on Jelynne's shirt, and pikus cutely* ^_^

Yeep! Where'd you come from?

Lela: ^.^?

How'd the two of you get here, anyway? And, come to think of it, where's Cyan?

Anya: We ended up here in your 'empty-out-AuthorSpace' blitz.  And Cyan's out looking for Verity.

Lela: *dances around, clapping her hands* ^.^!!

Oh, great.  I suppose the three of you are planning on staying?

Anya: Of course! We're your muses.  It's our job to stay near you.

Lela: *nod, nod, nod, piku*

Muses?! Muses?! Some muses! An elvish escapee from the Strip Patrol, a half-mute chibi-Lina Inverse, and Nerima's answer to tabloid jounalism! And who ever heard of anyone with three muses?!

Lela: *sniffle* :( ? *she is indeed a chibi-Lina Inverse.  Sort of.  Actually, she's more like a three-year-old green-eyed version, wearing a chibi version of Lina's usual outfit (tho' thankfully without the shoulder spikes)*

Anya: Hey! Martial Arts Questioning is a valid school! *she's blonde and brown eyed, with several bolas hooked into her belt, a notebook with pencil obviously tucked into a front pocket and a blurry press pass clipped to the other front pocket*

*sighs, and puts her hand over her face* We'd better go find Cyan before she goes on another rampage.

Anya: Yess... That would be a bad thing.

Lela: *starts skipping around, beaming joyfully*

I'd better make sure I have a good stock of insulin in case we run into someone kawaii-intolerant...  *sighs again* Okay, let's go.

on the street with Verity and Cyan...

Verity: Just untie the knots.  With your hands.  Pleas do not slice me in half trying to cut the knots off.

Cyan: But the sword is so much faster.  *as mentioned before, she's an elf.  Tall, svelte, pointy ears, pale blue hair, dark blue eyes, wearing a nice leather-and-chainmail middy top/miniskirt combo, and waving around a HUGE sword.  Your typical, run of the mill elf.*

Verity: Please, for my sake, use the slow method.

on yet another street...

Communications Roach: Come in, Headquarters.  Please respond.  Come in, Headquarters.  Are you there, Headquarters? Is anyone receiving? Hello?

Roach Commander: Well?

Communications Roach: No one is responding, sir.  It appears that Headquarters is defunct.

Roach Commander: What? Both of them?

Communications Roach: Yessir.

Roach Commander: Then the Roach invasion must have suffered a great setback while this unit was lost in that nowhere land.

Anon. Roach near the back: ~o/ Oh, he's just a nowhere man, livin' in his nowhere land... \o~

Roach Commander: Someone shut up that insubourdinate.

*whack! Thunk.  Moan of pain*

Roach Commander: Thank you.  Now we must formulate an appropriate course of action.

another Anon. Roach: And what is that, sir?

Roach Commander: I have absolutely no bloody idea.

*sniffle* This is all your fault, Sikaran! If it weren't for you and your Ruto, my muses wouldn't have gotten loose again! Now I'll never get rid of them.

And I don't have just any muses, noo-oh.  I get to have psycotic, anime-derived muses.  Cyan is an escapee from Those Who Hunt Elves.  Just try calling her La Blue Elf.  I dare ya.  Anya was raised in Nerima, and is the world's only known master of Martial Arts Questioning (thank godness!).  And Lela... she's just scary.  Nothing should be that cute.  The only time she actually talks is when she's casting a spell.

Oh, last time I forgot to add this.  :P Joe's color tag is #00FF00.  Now I've gotta go figure out a way to lose the muses.  (*grr* I'll get you for this, Sikaran... ;)

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