Fan Fic - Rainbows Have Nothing to Hide

Oh, yeah. Some of the words they threw at us were real doozers: ennui (won with that one), unfathomable, chauvinistic, phantasmagorical...okay, they didn't give us that one but I was bracing myself for it. And all three years I competed these things would turn into a verbal ping-pong match between me and the other remaining contestant at the end. It was really crazy.

Crazy. Adjective. Mentally unbalanced. Could I have it in a sentence? Everyone on this forum is crazy. C-R-A-Z-Y...okay, never mind.

supercalifragilisticexpialdoicous! I know it's mispelled too. XD Just figured I'd pester everyone with that word, along with muffins!

*Sets a basket of muffins out. Along with Scooter dolls for everyone to enjoy*

Hey, Renee, ya got any blueberry muffins in there? I could use one right about now. And thanks a mil for the Scooter doll (hugs said likeness of our favorite gofer).

Rest of act six of Knight Music is coming eventually, just need to knock off some homework first.

Certainly!! *Tosses a Blueberry muffin towards MN* Hope ya like it! Fresh blueberries too! *Munches on an Apple-Cinnamon Muffin herself.*

That Other Journal, when, where?

Mr R climbed into the backseat of the taxi beside me, his brown coat smelling of soap and rain. He wore dark glasses, as he always did. Not to shade the sun, but to hide his eyes. I only saw them once. Mr R is my boss, and my client, and my friend.

"You were watching the cafe," he stated as he seated himself, then he lent forward, tapped the driver, and said get moving.

"I was," I confessed. "I thought, but I didn't."

"I see." And he left it at that, and began twirling his whispy moustache faster and faster around his littlest finger.

He wanted to know when I would choose my next client, whever it would be free or pay. "Pay," I assured him. But I wondered if lied to myself.

Mr R had financed my last client, a woman who needed to break free from a childhood of despression. I'd seen her in a telephone box, struggling with the coin slot as the change fell out again and again and again. She's started shouting, and beating the receiver against the receptical. It's dramatic moments like those that attract me. I ran to her, grabbing her shoulders. "Stop, stop, stop!" And she'd became my next client. Until her frustration was realeased, and she moved on.

Mr R cleared his throat, and stated that if I already had my sights on a client I should say so. But I shook my head and smiled. "Only you are good enough to know that," I said. And laughed. He wasn't sure what I meant, and neither was I to be honest.

After that, Mr R took me to dinner.

Love,
Me.

Mmm...blueberries...oh, yeah, it's got the right amounts of cinnamon and vanilla in it, and a smidge of lemon zest, and it's not too crumbly and not too moist.

I wonder who the mysterious author of the other journal is?

um....wow. weird. Definately....cool and weird. Can't wait to read more. Please!

This is just so interesting! Please keep it coming Beau. Did I mention I love the journal format? Because I do. It's really neat!

Scooter's Journal, middle of the night, boarding house

Sam snores. He doesn't know it, but he does. And loudly. I'm lying in a rustley sleeping bag under his bed trying to stay as still as possible, so as not to disturb, and...is that a monster? A weird creature? An alien? Nope...it's a deep nosed snore and it's coming from Sam. Did you know eagles snore? They are worse than owls!!!

I sure hope Kermit can get a negotiator in to get Animal out of that spare room...I am desperate for my own space right now. I mean, I had to slowly, slitherly, roll myself and my sleeping bag under Sam's bed to turn on my flashlight and write this in the dark without disturbing him...

I feel like I should be registering something from that club. Something that means a great deal, and that I should have forgotten by now...but...what? It should come back to me, I hope.

Sam!!! Please! Stop snoring!

Maybe I should give up sleep in a bedroom altogether, and just join the bathroom line and drop off somewhere in the hall like Fozzie does...mouth slightly open, leant against stripey wallpaper, slippered feet tripping penguins in the dark.

Oh well, that's life.

Ever tired,
Scoot

Gotta say..I love that line right there. Awesome!

Nothing so fun as tripping penguins in the dark.

- Quack!

Thanks Renee! It's great when a person commenting can point and say, That was a good line. It makes me get that glowy feeling!

Aw, you're welcome! I love pointing out lines.

Beau, I'll do a little line-pointing of my own later, but right now... <faints>


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Sorry, just a little dizzy from running around trying to keep up with everyone... Um, but I love this story, and journal format, and want more, and... Yeah. MORE PLEASE! And, I have to, um... Still have to get to Renee's, and I have homework, and... oh yeah... I have a story, too... <faints>

<recovers>

Murder... mystery?... Must... be a trend... The play I'm in is... also... murder... myste<faints>

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...Um... did you want me to post more Swamp Call? I mean Flippers! OY! I can't even keep my OWN story straight... Flippersteps. Flippersteps, Flippersteps, Flippersteps- did you want more? Because, um, yeah... no. Where am I?

Wait, Count, it's not a murder mystery, no one dies in the story...but it sure looks like someone will at times. But I am an old pro at writing mysteries in which someone dies, though.

TogetherAgain, it's okay, the Muppets come out just fine.

As for the ongoing story here...Scooter, you have my absolute sympathies. Everytime I go on a trip with my family and the four (five if my gran's with us) of us share a hotel room or tent, I've had to start wearing earplugs at night so I can sleep.