Subject: Re: [PW] Imansion That.
Date: Thursday, August 26, 2004 12:18 AM
> She hung up her dress and Jason's tux in the huge
> walk-in closet and sat down on her bed, hugging her favorite fox
> stuffed animal.
> Meanwhile, Jason explored the room he would be performing in: deep red
> marble floor like most of the house, it was a huge room that could
> easily fit at least three-hundred-thousand. To the far left was a
> raised stage with more of that same red carpeting on top, for purchase
> for the instruments. Above were five gorgeously designed chandeliers,
> with draping crystal and glass.
> There were bathrooms on either end of the room, and a long buffet
> table being prepared by three or so servants. Rich red drapings went
> around the walls, looping and drooping from tack to tack.
> Somehow it looked familiar...
Miami whistled in the echoey cavern, and the rest of
the band expressed their own feelings of awe.
Ella looked suddenly very nervous.
squealed, absolutely mortified, and ran quickly to the bathroom.
realizing that he'd again lost the battle for an orderly preparation
before a concert. He shrugs and turns to the band, throwing out his
His cries fell on deaf ears, everyone else still lost in tourist mode,
jaws open. He grumbled and stormed off to the front foyer, mumbling
something about piano wires and "in their sleep"...
Rivet was the first to shake himself out of it, and he flashed a
toothy grin. He walks
reverently up to the stage, followed by Miami.
Jason shakes his head a little, the expression on his face not of awe,
but of confusion. "Man, I have the STRONGEST case of Deja Vu...Hey
Wolfgang, you alright?" He looked over at Wolfgang, who was as still
as a statue. "Wolfie? You alive?" He reached to wave his hand in front
of his Machamp's face, and Wolfgang's mouth grew into a sinister grin.
SQUEEEAL! Probably the MOST unnatural sound in the world is a Machamp
squealing like a Japanese schoolgirl. Well, that's what Wolfgang did.
And he emasculated himself even MORE by hopping up and down, clapping
his hands together.
He puts a hand to his forehead, and the other
three against his heart as he swoons quietly. Jason watched,
dumbfounded, then shooke his head and walked to the stage, muttering
something about "way too many fetishes".