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Are We Back?
We're back!
*carrying luggage through the door*
*deadpan* Great. *rolls eyes*
Oh, relax.
*entering with Hooks on his shoulder and
luggage in his hands* *flops down on the couch* This isn't going to be
much without Lisa, Lisa.
*collapsing into a chair* He's right . .
.
Yeah, guys. I know, I know. Well, until
she cools off, she's not gonna be showing up.
*skitters down to Luke's lap* She's very
angry.
*also entering with luggage* No kidding,
Hooks. *falls onto the couch next to Luke*
Hey, we all know how AL is. When she
cools down, she cools down. *looks around* Someone's missing . . .
*a-hah!* Where's Data?
I am here. *enters with his own
belongings* I will unpack. *heads down the Hall O' Rooms*
*watches him go* I envy that guy . . .
Nobody told you to pack everything and
the kitchen sink, Tommy.
*just rubs his eyes tiredly*
I'm sure if you asked nice, Data would
carry your bags to your rooms for you.
Speaking of asking nice, could I borrow
Order of the Phoenix?
What? Oh, yeah, sure. I'll bring it by
later. In the meantime, try not to mess up AL's house or she'll kill me.
Would we do that?
Yes.
Monday -- June 23, 2003
Thieves!
*lies on the couch, staring into space*
*pops in through the door* 'Allo!
*falls off couch* x.x#
Sorry. *helps him up one handed, as she
has a very thick book in her hand* *looks around at the empty living room*
Where'd the others go?
Beats me. What do you have there?
*holds up book* Order of the Phoenix.
Stella 7 had to get it away from 5 cuz she stole it from me.
What'd she do that for?
*shrugs* She's evil. What more reason do
you need?
Good point.
Yeah. *hands Luke the book* Here you go.
Keep it safe.
You bet. *kisses her cheek*
^^;;
Monday -- June 23, 2003 (later on,
because Ashee made me)
She's still pissed...
*sits in the living room, reading Potter
5*
*storms in muttering under her breath
and making "I'm gonna strangle somebody" gestures with her hands*
*suddenly screeches to a halt and looks around* What the hell?
*looks up* Hey, Lisa!
-.- What the hell are you doing here?
*from the kitchen* He's not the only
one.
*waves from chair he was curled up on*
*seethes* Why the fuck have you
all moved into my house?!
*flipping through the cable guide* Oy, I
don't think Lisa's ever cursed at us before . . .
Wait a tick, are you telling me that RL
moved the blog to my house?!
Er, well, yes . . .
WHY?!
Erm . . . because Dreamwater wasn't free
anymore and she made a promise to the guys?
She gave us a journal, too.
I know that! But, why my
house?! Why Alnilam?
Because there's enough room here for
everyone? *points to the Hall O'Rooms*
*mutters* Whatever. Stay if you want. I
don't care.
Hey, just what happened to get you so
mad?
5.
*walks in from the Hall* Hello, Lisa. *blinkus*
What did she do now?
Pissed me off, that's what she did! I
hate her! I'd kill her off myself if she wasn't gonna die in childbirth!
oO;; She's what?
*fumes* Never mind. Forget it. I'm
leaving. *storms out the door before anyone can say anything*
Oh, dear . . .
Something tells me it's going to be a
long time before she calms down.
Monday -- June 23, 2003 (even
later, because I was bored)
Meeting of the Guys
*walks around carrying a pen and clipboard* Okay, everyone,
gather around.
*looks up from Order of the Phoenix*
But I'm only on chapter
twenty . . .
Do you want her to be angry forever?
*beat* Good point. *puts in bookmark and
lays the book down on the table*
Hooks, Data, Adam, Doctor?
*looks up*
We're here.
What's up?
*jumps into Luke's lap* Yes?
We have to figure out a way to snap Lisa out of this
mood she's been in.
I agree. I don't like being cursed at.
But what can we do?
I was thinking . . . Lisa could never resist one of us
when we're hurt. *looks toward Doc 5* Especially you.
Me?
*nods* He's right. You spent more time
being hurt in some way, shape, or form than any of us.
Exactly. And you're the best candidate. Lisa's not
linked to any of us anymore, so all you have to do is pretend to be hurt.
I don't think she'd be convinced. She
can still sense things even when we're not linked.
Hmm. Good point. *taps pen against chin*
What about Medicus?
What about Medicus?
Well . . . *realizes they're all staring
at him and clears his throat* well, Medicus can cure things, right? Maybe
. . . maybe he can also make things sick?
That . . . could work.
*blush*
How can we contact Medicus if Woodhorn
and Janis Thorn are in the forest and you can't get to the meadow without
going through there?
Janis Thorn never leaves his territory,
and that's deep in the forest. As for Woodhorn . . .
*meekly* Er . . . I'll go.
You will? You will?
Woodhorn won't attack animals.
Well, okay, then. Tell him to come here, will you?
Um, right. *hops down and trots out the
door*
And now we wait.
Friday -- June 27, 2003
He's been busy, yanno...
*peeking through a window* We're here!
*looks up from OotP once again*
I'm at the last chapter!
The book will be there when we're done, Luke.
*sigh* You're right. Lisa's more
important. *puts down the book*
*enters, cart-less, through a special
door made just for a unicorns' entry into the house, with Hooks riding on
his back* You sent for me?
*jumps down to the couch Luke is sitting
on and plops himself right there beside the Jedi*
Yeah. We were wondering . . . since you can heal things
. . . can you make them sick as well?
*blinks* Why would I want to do that?
Lisa -- our Lisa -- is
very angry, and one thing that will soften her is fussing over one of us.
As she knows when we're lying, even when we're not linked, one of us needs
to truly become ill.
Nothing serious, of course.
*ponders*
Please, Medicus? She cursed at us
before. And that's not like her.
*shocked* No, most definitely it isn't.
All right. I'll help you.
Great!
*nods* Give me a few days to gather
ingredients and make it up. What did you have in mind?
*stands from chair he'd been sitting on*
This. *shows Medicus the clipboard Tommy had*
*reads* Mm, all right. Yes. *nods*
Doable. Would one of you mind putting that list in my cart? It's just
outside.
I will. *takes sheet of paper off clipboard and walks
outside*
*suddenly very nervous* Erm, it won't be
too serious, will it?
No, of course not. More likely to feel
like a bad case of the flu.
Lisa'll probably come to you to ask to
examine him, you know.
I realize that. Don't worry.
*comes back* All set.
*turns to the door* I'll be back in a
few days.
We owe you one.
Monday -- July 7, 2003
Click
here
for what they're talking about.
*looks up as the guys come through the
door* Where were you?
Secret meeting.
oO;
Medicus get back yet?
Erm, no. Not yet.
Here I am. *comes in*
*suddenly gulps since he's the main part
of this experiment*
Do you have it?
*nods and a vial of liquid comes
floating through the door*
*catches it and eyes it warily*
I am sure Medicus knows what he is doing.
Yes, of course.
This was your idea, Tommy.
Yes.
*crossing arms* Do you want Lisa to stay mad?
*sighs and uncorks the vial* *sniffs*
Smells like . . . cinnamon?
Of course. You don't think I'd give you
something that doesn't taste good, do you?
*raises eyebrow* Well, here's to my
health. *drinks up* *raises eyebrow* Apples?
Apple cinnamon, my friend. *takes the
vial back via levitation and lets it float towards his cart outside*
How long will it take to work?
The effects should be almost --
*suddenly staggers and sits on the
couch, head in hands*
-- immediate.
*skitters up next to Doc 5 and puts a
paw (if you can call it that; just look at his
picture) on his arm*
*groans* Powerful, that . . . I really
thing I should lay down . . . *starts to stand, but doesn't make it and
sits again* Urhh . . .
*glances at Tommy* You did
specify weakness and dizziness, did you not?
*goes to Doc 5* Yes, I did. *takes his arm* C'mon. I'll
help you to your room.
*groans* *tries to stand* *squeezes his
eyes shut* Dizzy . . . *stands shakily*
*helps him to the Hall O' Rooms*
Has anyone figured out just how
to get Lisa here?
*eyes light up* I have a plan . . .
Wednesday -- July 9, 2003
Secret meetings aren't good things to have when
dealing with two very nosy girls.
*walks in* PEOPLE!
EEP! *falls off the chair* x.x Owwies .
. .
Sorry. *picks him up*
*blinks* Hello?
Luke was about to tell us his plan to
get AL here.
Bully for him. Look, I want to know what
the whole
secret meeting was about. The
boys
won't breathe a word.
*coming out of the Hall O' Rooms* Good for them.
-.-# I don't think I've ever been
upset with you lot before.
*knowingly* You are not upset. You just
do not like not knowing secrets.
That, too. So spill it.
No.
-.-# *notices there's someone missing*
Where's the Doctor?
*points to the Hall* Phase One of the plan to get AL
back in good spirits. Medicus made something to make him sick. You know
how you both get when one of us is weak in some way.
You mean all
"Oh-I-Must-Take-Care-Of-You-Now"?
Well, yes. That's how I met AL, remember?
*shrug* As far as I know, anyway.
*raises eyebrow*
*ahem* You're not off the hook. What was
the meeting about?
Nope, sorry.
V and I have ways of making you boys
talk, mister.
*suddenly very afraid* Should we tell
her?
No! No!
^^;;;;
-.-## Fine. I'll just go see what I can
weasel out of Jamie. *turns to leave, then stops* Hm. Before I go. Adam .
. .
*looks about the room for a place to
hide*
Oh, relax. I just want . . . will you
say it once?
Mm? Oh. *clears throat* It takes a lot
of practice to overcome the pull of the beacon, and, until you do, you're
gonna keep landing in the sea.
*squeals!*
*covers ears* Did you have to, Adam?
She's . . . very persuasive.
And don't you forget it. I'll figure out
what that meeting was about. Believe me. *stalks out*
Okay, I'm suddenly frightened.
*nods*
*nods*
*nods as he has the emotion chip active*
*doesn't nod because fear is the
path to the Dark Side*
Wednesday -- July 9, 2003 (later because the boys
are being bad)
Phase Two
*hangs up the phone* Jamie's going into hiding. RL's after
him.
Are you sure we shouldn't've told
her?
*waves hands* Never mind. Luke, what was your idea to
get Lisa here?
Jareth.
Huh?
Jareth. We wish for Jareth to bring her
here.
Then why not wish for her not to be mad in the first
place?
Because she'll jump at the chance
to fuss over one of us. And we already made the Doctor sick, so . . .
*murmurs* You have a point. So call him.
Right. *clears throat* I wish for the
King of the Goblins to appear right now.
*appears in a shower of glitter*
*blinks* Yes, gentlemen?
We need your help.
About Lisa, I presume?
*nods* *nods*
*nods* *nods*
You want me to stop her being angry?
Actually, no. We just need you to get
her here.
*raises eyebrow*
*gestures with his head towards the Hall* Go get him.
Lisa'll need to see him, anyway.
*walks to the Hall and returns with a
very ill Doctor 5 in tow*
He looks like Hell.
*weak* . . . rather . . . like I feel .
. . *lays on the couch*
*nods* All right. I'll help you.
*produces a crystal* Just say the words.
Let the Doctor say it. Might make it more convincing.
*murmurs weakly* . . . pardon?
You know. The words so Jareth can bring
Lisa here.
*coughs* *groans* . . . I . . . I wish .
. . that Lisa . . . was here . . .
now . . . *coughs*
Good enough for me. *throws his crystal
and it erupts, showering glitter all over the rug*
*appears in the glitter* What the f --
*sees the Doctor* O.O *rushes to him and kneels at his side* What
happened?
*coughs*
He's sick. He needs you.
*groans in a pitiful way*
*takes his hand* Okay . . . okay.
*strokes his hair* Hooks, go get Medicus. Woodhorn won't hurt animals.
*was gone by "go" (cuz no one ever knows
what Lisa will do nowadays)*
Luke or one of you, help me get him to
his room.
I will.
*groans as Lisa and Tommy attempt to
help him off the couch* . . . really . . . I-I'm fine, here . . .
No. Bed. Now. Let's go. *she and Tommy
help him down the Hall*
So far so good. Let me know how it turns
out. *puffs off*
Wednesday -- July 9, 2003 (even later, since
Luke's plan needed to be told)
Daily updates can be
murder, y0
*sits on Doc 5's
bed, holding him, waiting for Medicus to arrive* *says soothingly* It'll
be okay. I'm here.
*coughs and groans*
*hears galloping in the distance* He's
coming.
*enters via the wall (they slide up on
this side of the house so he can get in; clever, ne? it's the wall-pulley
system)* You called?
*gestures to the near-comatose Fifth
Doctor in her lap*
*clears throat in the unicorn way and
steps closer, leaving his cart outside* Well, let's examine him, shall we?
*goes to Doc 5 and touches his horn to his forehead*
*weak grunt*
Hm. *lifts his head* There's a nasty
strain of flu going around the planet. I'm afraid he's got it.
*finds this highly unlikely, because she
knows dammit* Right~
*eyes her* Beg pardon?
*softly, cuz Doc 5's dozing off* I
know this was a ploy to stop me being pissed. I can't believe you'd
stoop to making me fuss over one of the guys. And you really made
him sick, which is --
*weakly* . . . let him . . .
*looking down and stroking his hair* Hm?
*weak* I . . . I let him . . .
You let him make you sick?
*weak nod*
We don't like you being mad, Lisa.
Adam's real hurt that you cursed at him.
*sighs* But she made me mad.
*weak* . . . we know . . . but . . .
*cough*
Can't take it out on the people you
love, you know. And, frankly, turning you into a pile of mush was the only
way they could figure it out.
*sighs again* All right, fine. But if 5
pisses me off again, I'm gonna do something drastic. I don't know what,
but something. *nods determinately*
*weak* . . . fair enough . . .
And I'll apologize to Adam. In the
meantime, get him cured. *stands*
*catches her hand and whimpers
pitifully*
*pats his hand* I'll be back. *kisses
his forehead, squeezes his hand, and leaves the room*
Well, that worked rather well, don't you
think?
*sneeze*
Thursday -- July 10, 2003
She's actually quite
pleasant until she's awake
*finally asleep*
*asleep next to him, holding him
protectively*
*peeking in* You'd never think she was so hot-headed
when she's asleep like that.
*on his shoulder* *nods* Only when she's
awake. *quiet giggle*
*chuckles and scritches Hooks' neck, then turns and
leaves*
*comes running* Have you heard from
Jamie?
*shakes head* Not since Wednesday. Why?
I just got word that he was
kidnapped
by Flaming
and was almost force-fed Listerine.
*wince* Is he all right?
*nods* He escaped, but K9 is
looking
for him.
Where is he?
*shrugs* I don't know.
*sighs* This is really going too far. *thinks* *calls* I
wish for the Goblin King to appear, right now!
*poofs* *looks around* Yes? Your ploy
involving Lisa not work?
No, it did as best it could, but we have another
problem. *looks around* Come on. *leads the group to the living room where
Data's playing poker with Adam* Data, Adam, there's a problem.
*looking at his cards* You bet there is.
I'm losing to a bloody robot.
I am an android, not a robot. *tilts
head* And I do not bleed.
*tosses his cards down* Fold.
Guys, seriously. Jamie's missing and RL
and K9 are after him.
I told you if you guys went to
that meeting she'd be on you like white on rice.
Jareth, we need to make sure the girls and K9 don't get
to Jamie before we do.
I see. This is where I come in, is it?
Yeah. Now, let's see . . . how can I word this?
*produces crystal*
*clears throat* I wish that neither Real Lisa, nor K9 or
Flaming Trails will be able to find Jamie McCrimmon, no matter where he
hides, until such a time as it is convenient for us guys.
*levitates the crystal up and it
explodes in a shower of glitter (he likes his glitter because it makes AL
mad when it settles in the carpet ^^)* Done. But why not just wish them to
forget about the meeting in the first place?
Because of the mentions of it in the journals. I saw
what happened with 5. It made her really suspicious by making her think
some entries were in gibberish.
He has a point.
We'll see how this works for now.
Friday -- July 11, 2003
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