From: "Amber Foxwing" <mightyfoxling@yahoo.com> Subject: Re: [PW] Imansion That. Date: Thursday, August 26, 2004 12:36 PM Marco262 put to type: > <I...feel...I'm in England! Jolly old Britain! That I may turn around > and see the QUEEN! The royal of royals! Her highness herself! Oh...I > think I feel faint...> 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". > > TBC? > > --Marco262 Jason poked around the stage, looking from one corner to the other. He rubbed his hand over the elegant carpet and chuckled nervously. "This...has to be good, doesn't it?" he said to himself. Inevitably everybody heard him. "That's right, it has to be good," DJ huffed, "and we can't be good WITHOUT A REHEARSAL." Gigawatt dropped the equipment on the stage and floated away. "Ok stuff's here, no more playing. Everybody get your instruments set up or I'll Double-slap each of you personally!" DJ continued. Everyone sullenly left their curiosity alone and migrated to the stage, setting up their respective instruments. Jason set up his microphone with less than a present state of mind. He kept looking at the drapery, the lacquered pillars, and for some reason that bathroom. Where had he seen this all before? Almost in a daze he stepped down from the stage and crossed the floor to the bathroom in question, not hearing DJ or any of his pokémon protesting. But even as he approached, nothing hit him. It was still a fuzzy, out-of-reach memory he couldn't place. He looked around at the ceiling and floor of the ballroom and then exited. He wandered around the mansion, the memory getting farther and farther away until he realized he didn't remember anything about this place except the ballroom. He crept through the maroon-carpeted hallways, up the maroon-carpeted stairs, and peeked into various rooms. They had a Christmas room, a train room, a chess room; a look-out balcony, a high-powered telescope on another balcony, a gardening supply closet the size of his own house; a library, a studio, and...Creeping open yet another door he spotted Amber, sound asleep on her own bed, clutching her fox stuffed animal. He smiled, entered, and brushed the hair from her face when suddenly he was interrupted. Huffing from the effort, the little egg pokemon grunted angrily towards him, using a stage whisper as he angrily berated him. "Jason what are you doing? Get back here!" Jason stood, petted Amber's hair once more, and then followed DJ back to the ballroom. TBC <.< that accomplished...NOTHING XD