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

[RedDragon]

You go to www.meez.com ...and just pick everything out...anything that says free will do fine...

 

[Beauregard]

Father Moppet: *present* *pacing* No time...no time...time is time...*looks at watch* Time stands still..yet waits for no one...*taps watch*...oh, nope, my battery has just stopped is all...

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Parker: *in the past* *walking through an airport* I have tickets for Italy, three passports, a wig, false teeth, and a European Visa for work, and a visa-card for spending...Now all I need to do is stop the explosition, and find my gate. Ahh, there's security now. *adjusts pack-back disguise mode to blend out the image of two-guns, a knife, a mace, and three daggers inside bag from the security scanners* Nothing to declare. *heads through the scanner and alarm goes off*

*three hours later*

Parker: I'm telling you it was my belt buckle! I have nothing else on me! And I took every precaution to hide anything that I did have, so it must have been my belt! *is thrown into a holding cell* Darn fashion!

 

[The Count]

*Security guards find two guns, knife, mace, and whatever else Parker had hidden in his backpack, which he mistakenly thought of as a packback.

 

[Beauregard]

Parker: I've never...seen those before in my life? *innocent smile* Besides, that's not my pack-back-back-pack-snack...er...Mac...May I run now?

(OOC: Good morning Count.)

 

[The Count]

*Security guards raise an eyebrow at Parker stammering about running now.
*Guards keep him locked up while checking his background information.
*Eventually... They get a call from their higher-ups and stuff him into a cannon directly aimed at Italy, firing him off to land in a crumpled heap at the boot of the boot-shaped country.

 

[RedDragon]

Young Mairin: I wonder where Parker is...He was going to take me with him...

In the present...

Mairin: How long have we been standing here?

Saryx: <finishes eating Stir-fry> Don't ask...

 

[Vibs]

Father Moppet: *present* *pacing* No time...no time...time is time...*looks at watch* Time stands still..yet waits for no one...*taps watch*...oh, nope, my battery has just stopped is all...

Viq and Vibs: *hi-five*

Viq: So what are we gonna use this battery for?

Vibs: mm*shrugs*m-I dunno.. *licks it* eeek, ouch, my tongue! Let's go feed it to the ducks in pond.

Viq: Okay!

Both leave the house.

 

[RedDragon]

Mairin: <runs in frantic circles and collapses>

Saryx: Was there a point to that?

Mairin: No

Saryx: Good...

 

[Erine81981]

Hmmmmm what's is it with this street. It changes everytime i seem to fall asleep. *slaps Biggy up*

Biggy: *puches me*

*flying over a hedge* Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! *THUD* OW! Boy did that hurt. *rubbing my butt walking back*

Biggy: *yawns* Boy what a good nights sleep i had. How about you Ky...? Where did he go?

I'm over here.

Biggy: Why are you over there?

You punched me. I flew over the hedge.

Biggy: Sorry. You know i didn't mean too.

I know. I just wonder why we were outside sleeping. Come on. Into the Moppet's house!

 

[Beauregard]

(OOC: Ok! Time to tie a few things up and get a few things straight so that game-play can recomense! Also, I got Christy's permission to tie things up for Mother temporerally as well, oka?)

Young Father (Parker): *steps off a plane in Italy and looks at watch, it's Friday, 9 am* I guess he was wrong...that crazy lunatic guy who called me up and said that if I didn't capture the heart of Christy Cole and make her go into the basement before Friday afternoon the universe would change...*turns to camera* Does this seem expoditious to you?

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Father: *looks at watch, Friday, 9 am, wonders if Expoditious is a word* I guess I was wrong when I made that crazy lunatic assumption that if I didn't get with Mother before-*stops as a searing pain strikes left leg* SHIP! And...seahorses that hurts like blasing blisters!

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Parker: *shrugs jacket over shoulder and waltzes down the runway towards a small, rural Italian airport* I guess assumptions are more often wrong than right...*turns left*

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Father: *collapses into a chair, massaging leg* How'did...*pulls up pants leg, pausing to be sure that the English people in the audience realise that pants means trousers*...where did this scar come from?

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Parker: *steps towards the airport when a black whirl of smoke appears ahead of him, depositing a slightly furious looking female onto the ground*

Christy (normal age): *gets up and dusts self off* Typical...Why does it always take a woman to fish what they started?

Parker: *jaw drop*

Christy: You'll get enough of that, later. *draws sword* But until then I'll have to deal with your singular stubbernness once and for all.

Parker: I-

Christy: Don't think that you can swanny off to Italy and forget family duties...*pause*...that comes later in your life *snide smile* Remember that. *whips forward with one swift motion and slices through Parker's jeans, slicing a sharp graze along his right theigh*

Parker: *falling sideways* Oh that's just not fair...

Christy: what's not fair is that because your interfiering mother decided to seperate you and me at a vital point of interaction, I have spent the last year trapped in an underworld...

Parker: *trying to draw a gun from backpack* Sorry about that.

Christy: *kicks gun away* You're going to have to learn to start using a sword...but until then *whispers magic words and Parker is transported back to his basement where...*

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Future Father: Something's changed...

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Parker: *...in basement where...he lands badly on his leg as a knock is heard on the front door* Come in...*wince, yells*...unless you are a mugger, theif, or neighbour-who-brings-slightly-poinsened-sugar-to-anyone-posing-a-threat-to-world-domination...

Young Christy: *pushes the door open* *frowns, and follows the sounds to the broken entrance to the basement, where steps lead down to Parker* I came to appologuise...Are you ok!

Parker: I'll be much better when I recover from the shock of you using the word "Appologuise". *wince*

Young Christy: *folds arms* Fine...but I have...well, I had...no right to...just pretend and then leave you and...pretend...*laughs nerviously* Well, I had a right to leave you, but not to...you know...

Parker: *struggles to standing* ...not to?

Young Christy: ...to, er...kiss you...

Parker: *struggles to standing, eyes darkening* You didnt have a right to play that game. But...I'm quite willing to fogive you...only if you do one thing for me...

Young Christy: What...like, what?

Parker: I have to...*wince*...test something that someone said to me...about today...I was told that I needed you to come here...and I--*strides forward, ignoreing pain as he steps up the first step* You need to kiss me again.

Young Christy: *steps backwards, sets jaw*

Parker: *takes another step up*

Young Christy: Ron's...waiting...on the ship...

Parker: Do it. For me.

Young Christy: No, I...

Parker: *steps up, grabs Christy's hand, and kisses her, quickly, suddenly*

Young Christy: *steps down into the kiss, level with Parker, into the basement* *suddenly pulls away* No! I...no...*turns* Good bye Parker.

Parker: *smiles slowly* Good bye, Christy. For now.

Young Christy: *spins away and runs up the steps out of the basement*

SEASON FOUR ENDS! CREDITS ROLL!

Meanwhile...

SEASON FIVE BEGINS! CREDITS ROLL!

Father: *stands up suddenly from the living room sofa as a thud sounds in the basement, then turns as adult Christy runs up the steps, out of the basement, into the living room*

Christy: Hello Parker.

Father: *grins wildly* Hello, Christy. For now.