"The Moppet Family - Same Family, New Thread..."

[christyb]

Mother: *opens the door* Well I guess I should be surprised but no. Grabby handbags?

 

[The Count]

A nervous bespectacled yet fair-skinned youth stands at the Moppets' front door, clutching a backpack strapped to his back, filled with books and some money.

Hello, is this the Moppets' home? My name's Ivan Mothball, and I'm an exchange student from the Old Country. Seems they got fed up with me and decided I needed to go to an American or British or whatever school of magic this is...
*The mature male's eyes casually glance over in the direction of Vanessa and is smitten without even knowing it. Oh, um, miss... I, er, uh... Huh? What am I doing? Babbling and bubbling at the moment. No, that's not... Erg, can I stay here with you folks?
His stare keeps floating back, in astonished admiration at the Italian-born beauty.

 

[Beauregard]

Father: *appears at the door* Do I know you, kid with greasy hair? And is it just me, or are you staring at Vanessa in a somewhat cryptic manner, not that I am staring at Vanessa in a cryptic manner, that's now what I meant. i meant, is it just my imagination, not is it just me, and...oh, there's a grabby handbag attached to your shoelace.

(OOC: Count, is Ivan Mothball a character you want to play and keep here, since Mr Cole is obviously hard to play when the rest of the Cole's are absent)

 

[The Count]

Uh no man ho's giving those poor andbags uch rief.

*OOC: Sorta... Just th ou nd Christy aveall he split ersonality haracters... And all he main extra haracters ike Hebbage a anessa... But Ivan cn disappear ust asily, s let's ee here is oes. If owhere, en e'll vanish nto e ther along th Mrs. Mingostone nd ed e Dog.

 

[Beauregard]

(OOC: Aaaaaah! Gotcha!)

Father: Well...hello there. Our chimney does need sweeping, you're just in time becuase I was really uncertain about doing it myself of just lighting a fire because I think there's a crow's nest up there...Hmm, what's that? You're not a chimney sweep? Oh...sorry...I am dreadfully sorry. Well, the kitchen sink is rather blocked too.

 

[The Count]

*Under his breath: Not as blocked as your head.

OOC: What the heck did I type in my previous post's OOC? And you understood it? Sheesh.

 

[DanDanStrawberry]

*in a giant bird cage*
Fem: Well this is unusual...

 

[Beauregard]

(OOC: I'm not sure? Was something up with your keyboard?)

Father: Oh...I'm sorry, you said "foreign exchange student" I thought you meant illegal immigrant...*cough*...not that I would have employed any of those...ever...so, sorry, do come in.

 

[The Count]

OOC: Dunno Bo, got Internet Explorer 7 installed yester afternoon, and all my posts are getting messed up.
Have to write in a separate Wordpad window and then post.

Uh, I think I'll just go check in with the foreboding looking house across the street.
Still looking enrapturedly at Vanessa: Um, miss, just call if you should ever need help with anything.

*Closes Moppets' door behind him and starts walking down the street. What a weirdo that guy was.

 

[Beauregard]

Father: *yells out the postbox* Don't think I can't hear you kid! I have my eye on you! *turns to Vanessa* I have NO idea who that was...