Muppet College Dorms: The Next Semester

[Winslow Leach]

*A small figure pops out, almost elvan in appearance except for the tube of hair mousse primly propped up against his cap of chocolate locks.
Moosey the Hair Mousse Sprite: Nooo mousse!
*An odd two-toned whistle eminates in the hallway where Moosey was standing just a second ago, before vanishing once again.

*OOC: That's one for ya Leach, I'm sure you'll get the joke.

(hears Moosey the Hair Mousse Sprite out in the hall)

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Good one, Count! Classic!

Nooooooooooooooooooo mousse!

ROFL!

Lefty and Harry stare at Tony in fear and confusion...

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Beaker:
(Overhearing Kate)
Meep meep meep.
(Looks into his watch)

Bunsen:
Going to pick her up?

Beaker:
(Nods)
Meep.

Bunsen:
are you sure you should be going in that?
looks awfully inappropriate for such an event.
Don't you think?

Beaker:
(Blinks)
Meep?
(Looks down)
(Blushes)

Dr. van Neuter:
Nice jammies, Beaker.
(Teasing)

 

[Fragglemuppet]

*noticing the time* Oh, I didn't know it was so late! I better start getting ready!
*searches through closet* Ah, very nice.
*Puts on bathrobe and goes for shower. Comes back, brushes hair, which if I may say so myself is nice and silky today, and puts on a silky lavindar with some lace at the collar, and a pair of slacks. Puts on a dolphin bracelet, and fascens locket around neck.* There. Wow, I don't remember when I last dressed up this much!
Wembly: Wow, you sure look pretty!
Awww, thanks Wembly!
Gobo: Yeah, I really like your bracelet.
Thanks, it's from the Dominican Republic. I was there a couple of years ago.
Wembly: Um, where's that?
It's an island on the Carribean Ocean.
Wembly: What's that?
Me: *slight headake beginning to form*
Gobo: *getting the message* The two of us'll have ta go there some time and find out, eh Wembly?
Wembly: I'll say!
Me: *sprays on a little perfume*

 

[redBoobergurl]

*The residents of room 3 are busily preparing for the festivities of tonights awards. Makeup, hair, fancy dresses, the whole nine yards.*

 

[The Count]

*Meanwhile... Downstairs...
UD, with his grave shirt on and fitting one clawed leg through his pressed pants: Aren't you going to get ready Ed? Get bathed and dressed and all that?
*The dragon buttons and zips up his troublesome trousers.
Me: Yes... But I'm the one who has to wait to get the call and actually do the announcements.
UD,clutching his coat as one arm promptly slides in: Mmm. It's understood my fiend. By the by, where's Count?
Me: Oh, he's been ready since a couple of hours ago. He met Countess Dahling and left to get the bats 'n' bolts prepped through one final run-through of their chiropteran choreography.
Uncle D merely nods as he adjusts the chinking chains around his cuffs.
UD: Very well... We'll meet you there. *Sniffs the air with his spook snout. Is that... Eau de Ash?
He opens the door to their room to find his date, an equally dazzling vision of doomed delight. He wraps claws with Eleanor before bussing her lightly, then both depart for the convention center where the awards are to be held.

Me: *Sighs... It'll have to wait. But at least both my boys got their ghouls to keep 'em company.

 

[Winslow Leach]

Lefty strolls down the hall, carrying a bouquet of flowers. He wears a snazzy tux, his trenchcoat and his hat. He knocks on Kathy's door, ready to pick up Prairie.

Lefty: Hey, Prairie, ya in dere? Dis is yer prince! I've come ta take ya to da awards!

 

[Winslow Leach]

The ceremony is beginning. Tony has his his tux on, except for his jacket. He flies out of the room, putting on his jacket, as he runs down the hall.

 

[The Count]

*In Room #1. OK... Steve and I will recordify the audio tomorrow. Prawn's getting things started. *Hums a snatch of theMuppet Show theme. I'll take over hosting duties afterwards. Good thing I finally got showered and dressed and everything.

*Picks up wristwatch, fastening it around my left wrist. 7:30 PM? Just in time to make it overto the convention center. *Takes shades and walking cane. If only...

*As he walks out of the room, the door to the secret office opens. Standing behind it looms a familiar female figure. Her hair of blonde sweeps downwards in a graceful arc to her soft shoulderline. Wearing a bright cherry red dress that reaches down to the ground, she deftly grabs onto Ed's arm in hers. The fabric of the brown armlength free-floating sleeve brushes against his own while she hugs our hero. He can feel that the back of the dress spans into a fine fringe, leaving a large heart shape vacant, graced by a smaller batlike opening atop the arterial wall.
"A-A-Autumn?"
"Yes dear... Didn't the boys tell you? Of course not. Countess and Eleanor and I were planning to surprise you all as a trio. But wen you went your separate ways..."
"Mmm... At least you're here."
She smiled that dazzling dental flash of hers as the couple raced upwards in the elevator, still talking.
*Inside the elevator...
"By the by... That was quite a hug."
"Thanks. But then again, that's why this dress is called 'Cherries Deluxe'" she intimated, slyness in her tone.
"Huh?"
"Well... Just give me your hand for a moment..."
The damsel leaned Ed's hand towards the brooch near her other arm. She had picked out a lightly gleaming crescent moon to pin up her parelle tonight. She then steerd his hand to the throbbing black cherry stoned hearts lining the bottom of her dress, using her free hand to lift up the lower ruffles. True enough, the dress ended in equally lightly luminescent fluffy folds ringed by two spaced circles of the little stone-hearted fruits—each glimmering with the shade of sheen as they were caught by the overhanging ilumination of the dorms' lobby.

"Seems like you're ready for the awards..."
"That, and maybe something else. After all, you haven't forgotten about Valentine's, hav you Edward?"
"Huh? Uh... No... But come on, the party's starting without us."
Masking his unease levelly—owing partly to the fact his escort was scheming during this time as well—they sallied fort into the twinkling twilight en route to the convention center to usher in this year's festivities.

 

[BEAR]

Bryan: Come on, gang! We don't wanna be late!

 

[BeakerSqueedom]

Claudia:
(Runs out of the room dragging Bunsen)

Bunsen:
Oh dear!

Claudia:
I. Can't. Be. Late!

Bunsen:
You look very elegant, dearie!

Claudia:
Gee thanks!
Tell me that again when we get
to the ceremony!

HI, AUTUMN!
(Runs past her)

Bunsen:
I'm feeling woozy.

Claudia:
DON'T WORRY!
WE WILL MAKE IT!
(Smacks head-on to the wall and collapses)

Bunsen:
The nerve.