Sedoo
Retired Angel
Hamlet; Eat your heart out!
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Post by Sedoo on Jun 25, 2004 0:19:12 GMT -5
To celeberate my semi-newly aqquired wings I've decided to start a fun new angel adventure. You know the drill girls!!! ;D ;D PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU POST: Hey all! Time for another cooperative fanfic about, well, us! Another adventure for Angels, Sidekicks, Sidekicks-in-Training, and Newbie Swooners (i.e. all of us on these here boards)! So, here's the rules: 1. I'll start a story. Anyone is welcome to post the next installment. If you are writing yourself in, work yourself into the plot that is already going and pay attention to who's already in it. NEW: You may also just add an installment without writing yourself in, if you prefer. 2. Keep your additions to the story at a reasonable length (see my first installment below). No addition should ever require more than one post to fit into the thread. Remember, the key is for everyone to be able to contribute and have fun. Don't hijack the story. 3. Be careful with how you portray your fellow writers, go ahead and write them as you see them, but don't make anyone an obvious dork. NEW: Exceptions would be if you know another poster well enough to play with their character at no offense to them. Also, you may portray yourself as a dork if you want to. 4. Comments on how the story is going are welcome! If you're just commenting and not adding, please begin your comment with OOC: to let us know. 5. Humor is most welcome in the story. Be flexible and above all HAVE FUN! Feel free to PM me if you have any questions. Let the story begin... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sedoo's hand was shaking as she grabbed her cell phone and automatically punched in FFs number. Unsure of what else she could do in such a time of need. This was truly an emergency if ever there was one and she was dialing her personal 911. Her mentor had to know what to do, she was the Guru afterall. She had to know everything. Period! "Howdy Piligrim." FF answered the phone with her typical Secret Window-ish flair. "How soon can you be in Mexico?" She snapped the question out without preamble trying to mask the obvious distress in her voice. She couldn't freak out now...that would be a very un-angel like thing to do. Especially when her Johnny needed her help. She could practically her the curious frown in FF's voice as she responded obviously noting the urgency in her tone. "With the power of imagination...I'd say a few minutes....the Creative Superhighway of All-Powerful Authors is a little traffic jammed this time of day but, I'll grab the carpool lane. What's the emergency Sedoo? You sound like you've seen a ghost." She said concerned over such perculair behavior. That's when Sedoo's self-control seemed to snap she replied crying with the truth of her own statment. "Somebody stole my man's mojo!!" She said before disolving into a hysterical fit of sobbing. FF's voice was now throughly laced with confusion as she asked a moment later. "Pardon? Did you just say somebody stole Don Juan's mojo?" She asked concern. Sedoo sniffled loudly as she said. "Yup, I went out with Puss to get his whiskers trimmed and when I came back...I ...oh, FF the horror you can't imagine the horror!" She said resorting to hysterics once again. "How do you know they took his mojo? I mean how is he acting? What is he doing now?" She asked probing deeper trying to get all the facts. As though she were some kind of pseudo-Nancy Drew. "You want to know what he's doing..I'll tell you what he's doing." She said with irratation as she walked into the living room of her hacienda she shared with her great lovers. Puss in Boots and Don Juan DeMarco. "He's sitting in a ez-lounge chair with a big bowl of cheetos watching..fo...foo....FOOTBALL!" She said crying yet again in her typical over dramatic flair. At this the man in the ez-chair turned and looked at her with curiousity and he was indeed Don Juan though he didn't resemble himself. His face was claen shaven his dark hair pulled back in a small ponytail and he was lounging backward in old sweatpants and a football jersey, munching on cheetos. "Hey babe, Mind keeping it down. The game is on." He said said wiping a cheetos stained hand on the gray sweatpants. FF over the phone heard all this exchange and was struck by how serious this could be if mojo that powerful were to fall into the wrong hands. Well, the sh** was very likely to hit the fan. Metaphorically speaking. "Ok , dear, take a few deep breath with me." FF said trying to calm the distraught Sedoo. "smeepit, I am breathing! Not like I'm in labor or soemthing." She said rolling her eyes even though she knew FF couldn't see her. "Ok, you hold on tight where you are, we'd better call in the other angel for this. If that mojo fell into the wrong hands well..." Sedoo shuddered and sniffled again tyring to calm herself down as she found a handkerchief in one of her pockets. "Ok, but get here soon. I'm freaking right out now." She said seriously as she clicked the hang up button and went to her front porch and started to pace back and forth restlessly, waiting for backup to arrive at the scene.
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Post by The Caribbean Crusader on Jun 25, 2004 0:30:27 GMT -5
I am to the point of ! This can only end in hilarity. ;D
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Post by Dangerbabe on Jun 25, 2004 0:44:58 GMT -5
The alarm bells were going off all over the place in the JA Control Room. By the sound of it, DB figured there were a lot of little colored lights flashing, too, but those didn't make much difference to the blind Ops Angel.
"Gabriel!" she yelled at the master computer, "What's the problem?!"
"It appears," the computer said in its strong, manly voice (Yes, DB programmed the thing), "that one of the Johnnys has become...impaired."
"Impaired? He can't do that. That's my gig. Which one is it?"
"The GPS has him located in a small Mexican village. Watching the superbowl."
"N-not...Don Juan DeMarco!!"
"That's the one."
"Don Juan and...football?"
"It appears he's lost his mojo."
DB blinked. then... "AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
She was awakened from her faint about 10 minutes later by her ringing cell phone.
She sat up shakily and answered, "C-cuidado piso mojado," Old habits die hard.
"DB, it's the Fiend! Something terrible's happened. We gotta get down to Mexico!"
"I know. It's DJ's mojo! This is almost too much! 'm with you, Intrepida. I'll be there as fast as I can." She hung up. "Gabriel! Put out a distress call to the Angels and the JA members! We're going to need all the help we can get!"
"As you wish."
DB imagined herself to Mexico and came crashing down onto some sort of awning.
"Carp! Where the heck am I?"
"Hmmph." said an annoyed voice.
"Maravilla?"
"Yep. And you just crash landed on my training grounds. But no worries, Capitan! I got the distress call. We'd better get a cab and get over to Sedoo pronto!"
DB and Arenas headed out of the bull ring to find some transportation.
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DCS03 (Iggy)
Retired Angel
how do you deal? you just deal...
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Post by DCS03 (Iggy) on Jun 25, 2004 1:37:04 GMT -5
Iggy was walking out of the opium Bubble Den. A guard came up to her and handed her a telegram.
Angel Emergency Don Juan has lost his Mojo, all help is needed ASAP, bring butter.. Psnoo
Iggy raised a brow and then frowned
"oh Da*n poor Sedoo... Gotta go .. Gotta go.."
she said looking around. She Jumped up and into her blood red cadillac escalade and drove off.. a mini market and a few whiles later.... She pulls up to the cabin, grabbing the butter she runs up the porch and grins seeing her old spot
"awww" she says with tears filling her eyes. She shook it off and ran into the cabin seeing Psnoo out of her robe "wow.. this is really big, brought the butter" she said holding up the small canaster
"oh good Mortybear will be happy"
Iggy grinned and gave Mort a Wave and then ran out of the cabin with Psnoo close behind they both jumped into the car and skidded off leaving a huge dust puff behind them.
"now explain to me again... whats going on? did I read right? did THE... Don Juan lose his.."
Psnoo held up her hand "dont speak it.. we could only hope that we can now fix whats happened"
Iggy gave a rather stuck up grin "we always solve these thigns"
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Post by The Fearless Fiend on Jun 25, 2004 4:53:59 GMT -5
*BRAAAAAAPPPP*
The belch that Don Juan let out of his mouth was nothing short of disgusting, although FF had to admit, it was pretty impressive.
Sedoo just wailed. "This is bad," FF said solemnly.
Sedoo looked at her as if she had said the most obvious thing in the world. "Who could have done this?"
"The bats. Always the bats," FF muttered under her breath.
"It's not the bats this time, FF," Sedoo said with a frown. She hadn't exactly heard what her mentor had muttered, but she could guess. And from the look FF gave her, she had been right.
"Was Don Juan alone when you left him? You said you were taking Puss to get his whiskers trimmed?" FF looked down at the yellow clothed and shoed cat who blew her a kiss.
"It was just him! And no, the plastic flamingo didn't do it either," Sedoo said with a frown.
"I--I wasn't going to suggust that it had..." FF said, not quite managing to sound convincing.
"You're supposed to be good at these things! You're my mentor, remember? Get Don Juan's mojo back!" Sedoo was shouting now.
"If you two chicks are going to shout, can you at least do it outside? You're interrupting," Don Juan's voice came from the living room. "And could you get me some more Cheetos?"
Sedoo yelled in utter frustration.
"Is that a no?" Don Juan asked.
***
Not long, granted, but I had to go to bed. Even Fiends need their sleep. Really!
-The Fiend & Piggy & Fishy
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Post by The High Flyer on Jun 25, 2004 10:45:48 GMT -5
HF had been walking down the hall of the Angel Academy when she heard crashes and rustling in SS' teepee. She crept inside to see two distressed angels: SS and CC.
"Whats up?" HF said with a bag of Dorito's and a tired looking George following.
"Honey could you get this thin--" George has begun, tugging on his collar, but HF stopped him as she had started to see how panicked the two really were.
"Don Juan..he he he...he," CC said between fits of sharp breaths.
"HE'S LOST HIS MOJO!!" SS yelled out, breaking down.
"He's what?!" Both HF and George exclaimed togather.
"He's become like any other amercian husband/dad. Watching football, eating cheetos, wiping away the leftover on their fingers to their pants, etc." Rapheal butt in.
"Is that so bad?" Jack asked with an innocent look.
"Well, your a pirate, it doesn't matter much if you do it or not, but we're talking about Don Juan here! The greatest lover of all time! And we're going down there," CC said with determination.
"How?" HF dumbly asked.
"How'd we get to the other places any other time?" SS said sarcastically.
"Erm, most of the time our imagin--"
By the time HF would have had time to finish her sentence, SS, CC, and Rapheal has already imagined everyone to Sedoo's and DJ's villa in Mexico. And by the time they got there, all the other angels were sitting outside afraid to go inside where a battle had begun between Sedoo and DJ.
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Post by The Capricious Capodecina on Jun 25, 2004 12:02:51 GMT -5
OOC: haha this is great! lol i would put myself in the story but i can't really figure out a good way so i'm just gonna wait and see what happens! ;D
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Post by CIA Agente Arenas on Jun 25, 2004 14:21:53 GMT -5
Arenas was not a happy camper. This was rather understating the problem, she felt, but now was not time to screw the pooch. Don Juan was in dire straights! The shade she could deal with and what was a little puke-smelling taxi ride among angels?
"This is really overpowering stuff," DB noted. Arenas, looking for the problem, had to look no farther than her left shoe. Going to wash it off, the driver had spun around to scream vicious Spanish at her without regard to the road.
"FINE, FINE JUST TURN AROUND!" Arenas yelled trying to grab onto anything at all. The car finally straightened out from it's nerve wrenching path into the scrub brush and Arenas could concentrate on lowering her heart rate. Crazy taxi driver. She couldn't help but think he'd fit right in in New York. She withdrew her cell phone when she felt she wouldn't splinter it with a death hold and dialed a familiar number.
"Joaquin? Yeah, I've got a little job for you. Remember the lunchbox? Uh huh, yep. Riiiiiiight. Well, I need you to get me some info on-... Yes I know that's what you're good at, can I get a word in edgewise? Well... I'm kind of having a bad day. Yes. Any black market mojo out there, very powerful stuff. Possibly labelled as that of the famed Don Juan? Well, get going then." She smiled to her former mentor.
"Joaquin's still in business."
"What about the keyboard?"
"Didn't think to ask."
"Get out," the cabby snarled. Arenas shrugged and got out of the car, grateful for the fresh air. The villa was no less impressive for the horror inside. Leading the way (by smell or footsteps, she really wasn't sure) the two made their way towards the Angel convention in progress. A passing glance revealed Don Juan in all his Cheeto-chomping glory. Arenas, not one for discreteness, decided to inspect closer. She was rewarded with a face full of spitty, orange debris and positively foul breath.
"I hope you all know that these clothes are new. I'd hoped to keep them clean for two seconds but noooooooo."
"So that's what smells like vomit."
Arenas blinked, "Yes."
"That's not the issue here, we've got to get my man's mojo back!" Sedoo yelled.
"Well... I've got my insider on it so any moment now, we may have something to work with," Arenas announced, wiping her face with the unused napkin on the arm of the chair.
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Death By Chocolate
Retired Angel
Mr. Wonka? I WANT TO SWIM IN THE CHOCOLATE RIVER.
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Post by Death By Chocolate on Jun 25, 2004 15:10:27 GMT -5
OCC: You guys, this is too funny. *dies laughing*
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Post by The Caribbean Crusader on Jun 25, 2004 17:50:30 GMT -5
Outside the villa, HF, SS, and CC could hear Sedoo wailing inside. "How could this happen? It's just not possible!!" CC spoke up. "I'm going in, mates." The others nodded, and she entered the villa through a back door. The wailing continued, and now it was much louder, but now she could also hear the sounds of a loud football game, and a crunching sound of some kind. This is worse than I thought! Making her way through the villa, she spotted the scene. It was bad. "Hey, could you please keep it down in there? And could you stop calling me Juan? My name is Johnny DeMarco." It was really bad. CC tried to get the attention of the Angels (FF, Psnoo and Iggy, right?), who were surrounding Sedoo in her time of need. "PSSST! Come here!" She got FF's attention, and she came over. "CC, I'm so glad you made it. Um... why are you sneaking around?" "Um, I dunno. Trying not to get caught?" "Little danger of that. All the man cares about is watching that football game!" "It's really that bad?" FF nodded, then looked up suspiciously as if to accuse the bats. "Well, I think I've got a plan." CC said. "Tell Sedoo just to play along with ol' DJ there for a bit, and have everyone else meet me outside. Savvy?" "Aye, aye captain!" CC snuck back outside to find SS and HF, who were trying to figure out what to do with their Johnnys for the moment. "Everyone's coming outside and then we can discuss what to do." CC announced happily. "I'm sure if we talk it out, we can solve the problem." "I hope so." HF answered. "Me too." SS replied. "What do you think happened? Did he take off his mask and become cursed?" "Who can know?" CC shrugged. "But that's a good theory. Remember that when everyone gets out here. And does anyone have a phone? We need to call DB and Arenas... and DWR, too!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Whew! Go me! I added to the story! ;D Please tell me I got everyone in!
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Post by Dances With Rolls on Jun 25, 2004 17:53:17 GMT -5
This is great!!! *** DWR was in her kitchen, ironing a new batch of grilled cheese with Sam, when suddenly her celly rang. "Sam, can you get that please? My hands are a bit cheesy here." she asked. Sam took the phone from DWR's pocket, and answered. "Mommy?" he said. "Oh, ok.. sure, here she is." Sam handed DWR the cell. "It's CC.. she says it's urgent!" "CC?" DWR asked, a little nervous. "What's going on?" "We've got a problem, love." she hastily replied. "Don Juan.... Don Juan.. he.. he..." "What?? WHAT HAPPENED?" DWR cryed. "He lost his mojo!!!!!!!!!!" "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" DWR screamed, and fainted dead away. Sam grabbed the phone from her hand, and listened. About an hour later, DWR awoke again. "Thank goodness!" Sam shouted imediately. "CC needs you in Mexico now!! She says she has a plan." "Mexic-- Don Juan!!" DWR cryed, remembering the catastrophy. "You have to come with me Sam!" A few hours later, back at Don Juan's place in Mexico, all the angels were still in a tizzy. "Arrgg! We need more people!" Sedoo said. "I need my love's mojo now!!!!" Suddenly, the gals heard a sound from outside the house. Just then, DWR and Sam swung in through a window on a lift! "We're here!" DWR said, relieved. But none of the angels were there! Just as she was about to panic, she caught sight of Don Juan, and gasped out loud. Don Juan had now started to grow a bit of a beer-belly, and was intererly covered in crumbs, wrappers, and was cheering for the Cleveland Browns at the top of his lungs! DWR raced outside imediately, and luckily saw all of the angels.. "This is bad." DWR said sadly. "This is very, very bad." "Aye...alright loves." CC said. "This is what we're going to do..."
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Post by Bring Me That Horizon on Jun 28, 2004 17:33:32 GMT -5
"Can someone get me a can of beer?!!" Don Juan shouted, interrupting CC's thoughts. Sedoo gave a whimper and frowned. Iggy nudged her arm and gave a encouraging smile. "Hey, don't worry, we'll have Don Juan right back to normal soon. And hey, maybe even better!" Iggy said, causing Sedoo to crack a small smile. "Alright, now...where was I?" CC asked, glancing around at her fellow angels. "You were right about to tell us how we were going to fix Don Juan the couch potato." Arenas said, pointing a finger to the window of the living room. "Aye, right. Well, now we---" A voice broke CC's concentration once again. "I'm sorry I'm late--I--I..." BMTH came running towards the group of angels, near breathless. "Oh, I can't breathe..." "Relax, you haven't missed anything. CC was just about to tell us how we're going to get DJ back to normal. Wait, how did you find out?" Iggy asked, raising her eyebrow. "Eddie (Wood) caught the cellphone message on his new ham radio, don't ask me how. I think he took it from the studio. But anyways, all that matters is that I made it in time." BMTH said with a grin. "Okay CC, let's get crackin'." "Alright. No more interuptions. Now, we're going to split into groups, and get each of our Johnnys to come with us while we look for DJ's mojo. That way, we'll have double the brains, Savvy? Now we just have to figure how we're going to group, and where each group is goin' to go." Once CC was done, each angel, and the sidekick exchanged questionative glances, but then all nodded in agreement. "So, do we have an accord?" CC stuck her fist out into mid-air. The angels (and sidekick) in turn placed their fists on top of hers. "Aye!" They shouted in unison, throwing their hands up swiftly. "Keep it down! The game's just gettin' good!" Don Juan shouted, startling them. "We better hurry. And quick." BMTH said with wide eyes.
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Post by Dangerbabe on Jun 28, 2004 17:58:53 GMT -5
OOC: Great entrance, BMTH!! ;D
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Post by The Caribbean Crusader on Jun 28, 2004 18:41:16 GMT -5
Whew! There are a lot of characters in this one! We need to keep a running tally or something, lol. Let's see here... Sedoo FF DB Arenas Iggy Psnoo HF SS CC DWR BMTH Holy cow! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Aye." CC agreed. "I'm taking SS, Raphael, and Sedoo with me and Jack. The rest of you split up into groups of yer own, savvy?" The Angels dispersed and formed up into groups. (I'll let the rest of you all pick your own groups.) CC, Jack, SS, Raphael, and Sedoo all huddled together to discuss their plan of action. "CC, I hope you have a good idea here, because I can't take this much longer." Sedoo whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "Aye, I think I do, luv. Don't ye worry about it." CC replied, trying to sound comforting. Then turning to Jack, she said. "Mate, ye think you and Raph here can handle checking out all the local cantinas, pubs, bars, whatevers and finding out what ye can? And I mean business only, boys." She eyed them both. Jack immediately affected a 'how could you doubt me?' look and Raphael smiled as innocently as possible. "No worries, luv." Jack answered and he and Raphael were already on their way to sample the local scenery, as it were. The girls watched them for a moment, then Sedoo started sniffling, "I... I wish..." But she couldn't finish. "There, there." SS put her arm around Sedoo and handed her a tissue. "We'll get this sorted out. We're Angels!" "I guess you're right." "Of course I'm right! Buck up! C'mon show me some of those incurable dance moves!" But CC interupted. "Ladies, I'm not sure we really have time for that... besides Sedoo, there's someone I want you to meet." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm trying to be suspenseful... did it work?
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Post by CIA Agente Arenas on Jun 28, 2004 19:05:38 GMT -5
OOC: And I only see it getting more involved. Keep going, chums, I'll add when I've got more time and creativity on my side.
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