Hensonville City 2011

[The Count]

Rully? 3 times on a particular coaster and you're an ACE? Then my family got that from the Loch Ness Monster at Busch Gardens Williamsburg alone.
*Would love to ride the Viper or Riddler's Revenge someday.

 

[The Count]

*Goes up to the rooftop floor, sits down and starts blasting off lightning into the upper atmosphere—because no matter how much I want to just let out my bad mood on destroyable matter, I know the value of the fact that said action won't really solve anything, it'll just make things worse—so I'm just blasting the bolts into the blue yonder. Like a wise man used to say, destroying is easy, building (or rebuilding) something is far harder to do.

*Increases the voltage to make a rolling ball lightning flash strike a couple of clouds.

 

[LinkiePie<3]

Johnny Fiama: *packing for New Jersey to visit Mama Fiama*

Sal Minella: *waddles to Johnny* 'Ey, Johnny! Wha'cha doin'?

Johnny Fiama: Packin'...what does it look like I'm doin'?

Sal Minella: That. *shrug* Why not ya' take a rest an' let th' rats pack?

*rim shot*

Johnny Fiama: Jus' skedaddle an' pack your bags. You're comin' with me.

Sal Minella: Cool! Where we're goin'? Visitin' Lady Luck?

Johnny Fiama: No, Sal! We're rollin' ta Jersey ta visit Ma. Don'cha know tomorrow's Ma's Day?

Sal Minella: Oh...well...is Linda comin'?

Johnny Fiama: *sigh* Sal, y'know better than that. As much I'd like ta invite my girl, Ma doesn't like it when I invite other women over. 'Nough 'bout other women, Sal. This' Ma's day. Have th' flowers an' th' assorted cookies all taken care o'?

Sal Minella: Si, Johnny. *takes the gifts to the car*

Johnny Fiama: Please, be careful. Th' cookies're flawlessly wrapped in a cellophane...

 

[newsmanfan]

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Um...Newsie? I thought you liked to do holiday reports?

I do. What...oh. Um. No, er, nothing special.

Rhonda*whispering* That's kinda a sore subject with him.

He doesn't like Mother's Day?

Rhonda: You didn't know his ma. Brrrr. *shivers*

Oh. Um. Hey, uh, I heard a rumor that the Rat Pack is getting back together! Sal is organizing it.

Don't be ridiculous. Almost all of them are gone.

Rhonda: Well the rats sure ain't. You got something against a tribute band? *strokes her hair glamorously* I'm gonna be Peggy Lee. I think Rizzo is playing Jerry.

*facepalm* I'm not hearing this...
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[The Count]

Why aren't you hearing this Newsie? Got a banana stuck in your ear, again?

Yes, I know I haven't gotten the new movie yet guys. Problem is, like everything else, I'm stuck at home and in need of coordinating anything whenever I wanna go out and do stuff. *Is and always will be a staunch supporter of the development of personal teleporter transportational means.

*Sits to read new chapter of Kris's fic, consulting a couple of notions for what creature or entity Walter could be for my pet project roster.

 

[newsmanfan]

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Wow. It sure is dead today.

Rhonda: Dead dead dead.

So dead we should sit a bunch of plastic flowers over the doormantel.

Rhonda: So dead, the flatline hum sounds soothing.

So dead, we should donate our bodies to science fiction.

You can't use that one. That was Rodney's.

Well, he's dead too, right? It works.

*pause...all stare at the slowly revolving ceiling fan. Kris is laying on floor faceup with a soda can in one hand, forgotten. Newsie is laid out on the couch with his hands over his chest, jacket and tie off, unconsciously mimicking a funereal pose. Rhonda is draped langorously over a stale sponge cake piece on a plate on the coffee table. The Martians got bored hours ago and skipped out.*

Sure is hot today.

Rhonda: Hot is right.

Hot, hot, hot.

*snickers* Ole olaayyy, ole olayy...

I had no idea you knew that song.

I went to college.
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[The Count]

Not to mention he was at that party they threw at MuppeTelevision when Buster Pointdexter was the special guest star one time.
All night party...
UD: At least there's some breeze blowing through.
Ocean breeze?
Like taking a cruise, only there's no boat and you don't really go anywhere?
UD: How droll. *He snickers lightly remembering the fools searching for Kermit.

 

[newsmanfan]

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Make better people of ourselves?

Rhonda: Should be easy... you're already a people.

That's because I'm not famous.

*frowning* You mean that WASN'T the White House Press Corps Dinner I attended?? Fiddlesticks! *grumbling* I KNEW it seemed suspicious when I saw rats in the punchbowl.

What were rats doing in the punchbowl?

The side stroke! *chuckles*

Rhonda: You HAD to feed him the line.

I'm tired. It's hot. It's sooo dead around here that actually sounded like fun.

Rhonda: Sad. Just sad.
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[The Count]

*Heads down to the club, apparently it's Narlans Night with good ol' CCR music playing.
UD: Anything interesting on the menu?
Okra and chicken taters rice.
Send an invite to the folks, Kris and her crew could use some of the frozen coffees.
Sure, why not. *Puts up notice on the board.

UD: Still using that old thing? Wouldn't it be better to upgrade to electronic walls like at Perfecto?
Sure... If you've got the moneys to pay for it. Besides, our money's better used for other things anyway.
UD: So long as it works, I guess you're fright.

 

[newsmanfan]

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Frozen coffee??

Rhonda: Frozen coffee??

Er...can I get mine black?

I'll skip the okra though. Nasty slimy thing, that.

*Rhonda suddenly reappears in a filmy beach cover-up, shades, and sunhat*
*the others stare at her*

Rhonda: What? He SAID coffee. I'm takin' mine by the pool.

Newsie! Pool dinner! Grab your swim trunks!

Uh...er...

Oh c'mon. It'll be fun. HAS to be better than laying around here.

Well...um...okay! Hold on! *runs to his room to change*

Rhonda: You just wanna see him shirtless.

Darn right I do.

Rhonda: He puts zinc on his nose, you know. It's hilarious.

I don't care. I don't care if he wants water wings and a boogie board to hold onto. Bring on the frozen coffee and hot Muppets!
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