*(might I join in?)*
"Lisa, the internet should be working again" came a voice from the first floor.
"YAY!" Lisa shouted. She couldn't help being excited. It seemed like ages since she had last been on Muppet Central.
The voice from downstairs continued. "I just got called out to work. I have to go to Spring Valley, so I won't be home for a few hours."
"OK"
"I'll see you later"
"Bye daddy! I love you!"
And with that Lisa bolted back to her room. She hit the shortcut she had set up on her keyboard to automatically go to Muppet Central. It had been so long, she was sure she had hours of posting to do. And surely the various fanfics had progressed, she would have to...
But something was very wrong. Instead of the familiar Muppet Central Forum, Lisa was greeted with a skull and crossbones and some sort of message. She didn't really read the message, but immediately opened her email account to see if there was anything new. She would figure out the muppet central problem later.
There was a new email, a random tidbit from her sister. She immediately hit the "reply" button, and typed a quick message. But as soon as she hit "send", she started feeling dizzy... the room was spinning... there were flashes of color and light...
And just when Lisa felt like she was going to pass out, everything stopped. She looked around, but she was no longer at her desk. But she could see it... pens, pencils, dvds, loose change... It took her a while to realize that she was looking at her desk from the other side of her monitor.
The other side of... but...
But before she had time to get scared, or even begin to comprehend where she was, the world began to spin again, with the flashes of light and color and now there was the addition of ones and zeroes flying around. It seemed longer this time.
But it finally ended. Lisa was almost afraid to open her eyes. She decided to explore with her other senses first. Let's see... she seemed to be on some sort of floor. It was hard, and cold. Probably stone. She could hear some sort of whir... a fan... no, several computer fans. That much she could recognize. But there were no distinctive smells, and certainly no tastes. She would have to open her eyes.
Bars. That was the first thing she noticed. Bars. Another moment and she knew she was in a cell. Some sort of jail cell. And there was a face. An evil looking face with dark beady eyes.
"hello" the face said.
Lisa sat up. She rubbed her eyes, then her aching head. "hi." She said. She had a bad feeling about this face. As well as the head, neck, and body it was connected to. "what's your name?" She asked, trying to sound more polite than afraid.
The face laughed. "Is that really your main concern at this moment? My name?? " he sneared.
Lisa felt her nerve returning, and with it, her sarcasm. "I was using my manners," she said glaring at him. "Please excuse me if it was rude of me to do so."
The face laughed again. Oh, she was starting to hate that laugh. "I am Snidely. I have taken over Muppet Central. And you- TogetherAgain, is it? You have made the mistake of trying to send an email without my permission after entering my control." He sneared. "You see, once you go to Muppet Central, you are mine. I control you." He turned and stepped towards the dozen or so monitors that were in the room on the other side of the bars. "I control your friends as well, although they have not been very co-operative. I've had to give them several obstacles, I'm sure they'll give up soon. Still... very un-co-operative." He indicated a monitor that seemed to be displaying the inside of the muppet theater. it was filled with muppeteers and muppets- in both the puppet and living form.
Lisa glared at Snidely. "You expected them to WANT to be controlled? Of course they're not cooperating. And don't think for a minute that I intend to, either!" She hoped she sounded more confident and brave than she felt.
Snidely turned to face her. "You, my dear, have no choice!" He came towards the bars and leaned his disgusting face towards her. "I'm not taking any chances with you. you are locked safely in your cage. And because I have heard of your song writing skills" he sneared, "I will have you stay in your cage and sing!"
Lisa was starting to realize she was in big trouble. Still, she didn't want to give in. "And if I refuse to sing like the pet parakeet you seem to think I am?"
Snidely grinned. "perhaps you have not yet noticed your cell mate."
Lisa turned to see an almost dragon looking creature that looked like it could swallow her in one gulp without even trying. Worse, it looked like it WANTED to swallow her in one gulp without even trying. She gulped, and turned to Snidely.
"how about a compromise?" She said, thinking quickly. "You see, if I were to sing, well... let's just say my voice is a bit of a disapointment. But since I don't particularly feel like being someone's lunch, how about if I tell you a story?" please work, please work, please, please, please work. it has to work, please work. she thought.
Snidely thought a moment. "I don't believe you, about your voice." he said hesitantly.
oh, no...
"But" he went on, "I will let you tell me ONE story. But only one!" he said, glaring at his captive. "And then you had better sing!" he snarled.
Lisa quickly made her plan. She had to admit, it was fashioned largely on last year's fall play. But if Sheherezad could do it, then why not?
She settled herself in her cell and prepared to tell Snidely a long, complicated tale. The tale of Muppet Central. It could take days, even weeks the way she planned to tell it. She would include every piece of history, every RPG, every game, every conversation-turned-adventure, every birthday, every fanfiction, and every single thread she could recall, with as many details as she could think of... right down describing every avatar and signiture. All she could do was hope that Snidely wouldn't stop her, that it would distract him from "creating obstacles" for the other members of the forum, that all of them were ok, and that somebody would stop him before she ran out of story. A thousand and one nights? It wasn't just a play now.
She wondered what her family would think if they found her missing. She pushed the thought away, and began to weave what she hoped would be a tale to save her life.