MC Dorms: 2009: Summer Vacation.

[The Count]

*Hearty laughter that rebounds offof the walls. Should've brought all the stuff we cleaned out of our rooms then. *Clinks glasses with Kelly's.

OOC: The rest of you dormies... You can still show up and party with us, if you want. It's up to you to make that choice. Make... The... Fright one.
*Hearty laughter again.

 

[redBoobergurl]

Red *pops up* Did you say PARTY? I love to party!
Beth: She just zoomed out of our room, I'm not even kidding.

 

[The Count]

No worries Beth. *Summons wardrobe closet so that Beth and Red will feel more at home here in this mazing mosh. (Not an actual mosh, just another word for party/ball).

 

[RedPiggy]

Kelly (nods at Beth and Red): Welcome! Have fun! Feel free to also bum around the Goblin City. Any goblin or fairy that dares to bother you will answer to Hoggle or me.

Pearl (drinking virgin margaritas at the bar): I sure do wish I could have a fancy set-up like ya got here, darlin's.

 

[RedPiggy]

Kelly: Well, this has been quite an experience. However, I do fear it is time to go.

Pearl (angrily): Hey, hon' -- I was just startin' to get lucky in the datin' scene!

Kelly: I'm sure everyone has stuff to do. Let's not keep them out too long. Hoggle? We're leaving. Supervise the clean-up, will you?

Hoggle (rolls eyes): Oh, nothin' would please me more.

Kelly: Thank you. *teleports everyone who came back to the Dorms and locks all portals back to the Labyrinth*

Pearl (finds keys to her new saloon on Mullin Terrace, with 109 written on it): I got mah saloon? I think I'll call it Scorched and Snowed.

Cotterpin: You're back! Scorched and Snowed?

Pearl (nods): In reference to saurian history. *goes to the lobby and posts a flyer announcing the saloon is now open*

Kelly (goes to her room and lies down for a long rest)

 

[The Count]

*Back in Room #1...

Sure had a good time during that trip into the Labyrinth.
*Count's watching the home run derby.
We're staying up for the celebrity game afterwards.
*All three of us find a small crystal ball in our pockets, good for one wish each.

Hmm... Will have to save these until we're ready to make our wishes known.
*Plops down on the couch beside his roomies.

Must send something to Kelly thanking her though. *Falls a little asleep.

 

[The Count]

*Waking from a bit of a nap.
Count: You okay Ed?
Well, I still feel a bit bleh, dunno if it's some summer cold or start of a fever. Doesn't feel like a fever, so I don't want to alarm anyone just yet.
*Count's humming to himself from the time Sesame caught fever... Disco fever that is.

Did have a berry sweet dream though. Gonna go check something on a different Wiki.
*Gets to his computer and starts to hunt for what he's looking.

 

[Beakerfan]

Alex: *holding down the lid of a large box marked "Past"* Guys, come help me!

The box shakes as a creature of some sort tries to push the top off. The creature snarls, then changes it's tactics and begins to purr.

Alex: Oh no you dont! I'm not falling for that again!

Sweetums and Link run over and help hold down the lid while Bean puts a large padlock on the box.

Sweetums: *throws the box out the window*

Alex: Thanks... let's hope it stays there this time.

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(Scooter has come down with an attack of the hiccups.)

Nora: (hands Scooter a glass of water) Okay, Scooter, try to drink from the far side of the glass.
Storyteller: No, what I've heard is you're supposed to eat a spoonful of sugar.
Erin: No way, you're supposed to hold your breath and clutch your stomach for 15 seconds.
Beige: Stuff and nonsense...down in the Cave, you're supposed to hop on one foot, flap your right arm against your body while holding a bowl of spiderweed mousse in your left hand, and reciting "Ode to a Dustrag," and...
Scooter: (hiccup) I think I'm going to go (hiccup) lie down for a while. (downs H2O and heads for his and Beige's room)

Nora: So what do you think did it?
Erin: My money's on the grapefruit juice - that stuff gives me the hiccups, too.

 

[TogetherAgain]

Lisa: <stares at suitcase, backpack, toiletry bag, and purse> <deep breath> Okay. Let's run down the list... ONE more time.
Rowlf: <Shakes head> <smooths out list> Shirts?
Lisa: <points at suitcase> Check.
Robin: <peers over Rowlf's shoulder> Shorts?
Lisa: <points at suitcase> Check.
Chef: <peers over Rowlf's other shoulder> Um de hundies?
Lisa: <points at suitcase> Check.
Rowlf: Pants?
Robin: Bathing suit?
Chef: Wurm de cloodee fur de burs?
Lisa: <taps suitcase three times> Check, check, and check.
Rowlf: Glasses and contact stuff?
Lisa: <taps suitcase and toiletry bag> Check and check.
Robin: Toothbrush and toothpaste?
Lisa: <points at toiletry bag> And mouthwash.
Rowlf: Floss?
Lisa: <Frowns> I almost never floss. ...Is that even on the list?
Rowlf: <clears throat>
Robin: Soap?
Lisa: <points at toiletry bag> Bodywash, shampoo, conditioner. And razor.
Rowlf: Deodorant?
Lisa: Check. <taps toiletry bag>
Rowlf: Medication?
Lisa: <rolls eyes> <taps toiletry bag> Check, check, check, and check.
Rowlf: Pain killers?
Lisa: OH! <races to snatch another bottle from the room> ...And this is me when I'm HEALTHY. <Rolls eyes>
Chef: Um de reeedy reeden fur de curried?
Lisa: <points at backpack> Reader's Digest, Jim Henson's Doodle Dreams, The Shapeshifter, and <sings> Live and Let Die. Da da dat! Da da dat, da dat. Da da dat! Da da dat dat da... <ahem> Sorry. Reflex.
Robin: Same thing happens when she says Goldfi--
Rowlf: DON'T SAY IT!
Lisa: <sings--nay, BELTS> GOOOLDFIN-GAH! Wah-WAAAAH-wah!
Robin: Oops.
Lisa: <still belting> HE'S the MAN, the man with the MIIIIDAS touch!
Chef: Hur de quorky! <frantically points at list> De lurst! De lurst!
Lisa: <Yeah, still belting> A SPI-dah's TOUCH! Ba-da-da WAH-WAH!
Rowlf: Uh--Journal? JOURNAL?
Lisa: SUCH a-- Wha?
Rowlf: Is your journal packed?
Lisa: <blink> Oh. Yeah. Um--<points at backpack> There.
Rowlf: <Nods>
Robin: Cro--<frowns> Crot--...What IS that word?
Lisa: Crotchet. It's not at ALL pronounced how it looks. <points at separate bag> It's right there. And it's that thing I do with yarn.
Robin: Ohhh.
Chef: Um de clickety click fur de paparazzarazzary?
Lisa: <Blink> I'm not paparazzi. But yeah, check. <points at backpack>
Robin: Cell phone?
Lisa: <points at purse> Check.
Rowlf: Computer?
Lisa: ...I'm... still using it. But it WILL be a check.
Chef: Un de clickety click un de talkety tuk un de typety-tip churgies?
Lisa: <points at backpack> Check.
Robin: Water bottle?
Lisa: <points at backpack> Check.
Rowlf: Sadie?
Robin: ...Sadie?
Lisa: <shoves both hands into purse> <right hand re-emerges as a dog head> Sadie.
Sadie: <Looks around> <turns to Rowlf, Robin, and Chef> Hi. I'm Saaadie.
Robin: ...That's... weird.
Sadie: <Nods> You would know about that.
Rowlf: ...I still think that's creepy.
Chef: <Nods> Shmur de hurdy.
Lisa: <Looks at Sadie> ...I won't tell 'em if you don't.
Sadie: Deal. Did you remember the picture of the coffee cake?
Lisa: ...I'll get right on that.
Rowlf: <shakes head> Put it away, Lisa. You're leaving in five hours and counting.
Lisa: Right! Thank GOODNESS I'm not the first driver. <removes Sadie from hand and puts her back in the purse> Let's do this.