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Post by Dances With Rolls on Jul 2, 2004 13:41:46 GMT -5
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Post by Dangerbabe on Jul 2, 2004 13:50:58 GMT -5
OOC: Gotta love those street signs! ;D
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Sedoo
Retired Angel
Hamlet; Eat your heart out!
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Post by Sedoo on Jul 3, 2004 1:58:36 GMT -5
OOC: This is going wonderfully guys! Lets keep up the good work! ;D HF called the rest of the group over to show what her and George had found as they searched the warehouse. the angels all gasp as they gathers aroudnt he mess on the floor. "Please tell me that isn't what I think it is." DWR said leaning slightly aginst Sam to keep herself from passing out. "I'm afraid it very well might be." HF said lookign uneasy as she crocuhed down. on the cement floor was a broken phial and a redish gel like fluid that smelled like lavender. Psnoo looked at the rest of the group worry etched on her face as she removed her glass frmes and rubbed her tmples as though getting a headache. "Oh dear...I'm thinking now would be a bad time for a nap." She grumbled softly. DB patintly waited for them to fille dher in on what was on the floor taht they were all so upset about. They often forgot that their wise bosley was indeed, blind as a bat. (No, FF. I wasn't talkign to you! ) "Ok, Somebody wanna fill me in? Or are we gonna stand around playing, 'Guess that mess'?" She asked with mild sarcasm. "There's mojo on the floor, but, it may or may not belong to Don Juan. How will we know the difference?" HF asked, thinking aloud. "We'll have to test in manually." DB said wisely. All the Johnnies present heard this and paled slightly as they took a step back form their angel trying to belnd intot he background. Psnoo raised an eyebrow at thier behavior and shrugged as she reached into her magic back pockt pulling out a twitching and squeaky ball of fuzz. "Regular Lionhearts, they are." she said smirkign at the Johnnies. "This will be our tester for today. I foudn him wonderign the cabin again. So Me and Mort decided to keep him she said referring to the small brown mouse. the mosue twitch in response as though he were on speed. "Unfortunately, he never quite recovered from finding that Mountain Dew cans in the bottom shelf. So, we just call him Caffine the Happy Mouse." She said setting the fuzzy rodent in front of the spilled mojo. They all listen anxiouly for the results as the mosue took a small lick. it took a few seocnd before the mouse spoke to Psnoo. Yes, he SPOKE to Psnoo, in a high pitched, sqeaky but unmistakably british accent. "Shall we shag now or shag latter, baby?" "Well, that answers that question." DB stated matter-of-factly as the whoel group seemed to breath a heavy sigh of relief. They were all headed back outside to the JA mobile when suddenly in front of them stood a large black man. Dressed in a security uniform. Psnoo recognized Ken Kelsch from her movieverse immeadately and frowned at him. "Aren't you dead?" She asked mystified. "Death is a moot point when you don't really exsist to begin with." He said logically. DWR and Sam shared a look and nodded, that was the sort of logical that made sense to them. Then again they made sandwiches with household appilances. "However, " He continued. "You girls are trepassing on private property. I'm afraid I'll have to detain you." He said sternly. "Things are about to get messy." DB muttered in warnign to the other angels as she reached for her weapon of choice. It turned out however, she never needed to use it. For the next moment they heard a loud, high-pitched girlish scream fom Ken when he looked down and saw the mojo infected Caffine humping his black boot. Apparently, he suffered from a severe phobia of mice. he ran away frogettign hsi mission of detaining the girls. Caffine was hot on his heels sqeaking after him. "Come on sugar! Give Austin some love." They all watched with varied looks of amusement and.....more amusement. "That's something you don't see everday." George said slowly before adding as an afterthought. "Even if you are FF." The group all nodded agreeing with this statment before they hurried back to the car and started to head in the direction of Camino Real. Just in case the others needed some backup.
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DCS03 (Iggy)
Retired Angel
how do you deal? you just deal...
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Post by DCS03 (Iggy) on Jul 3, 2004 2:06:35 GMT -5
((ooc good job. funny post. hope to see more))
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Post by Dances With Rolls on Jul 3, 2004 13:15:23 GMT -5
OCC: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As HF, Psnoo, DB, and DWR and their Johnnys drove down to Camino Real, they needed a new plan. "Ok," DB said. "Austin Powers' mojo is no longer an issue. But what if the mojo in CR isn't Don Juan's either?" "I don't know.. I mean, I don't see why it wouldn't be." DWR replied. "Mojos don't get lost that often do they?" "Well, either way, we need to be prepared for everything." HF said. The group continued driving for hours, and finally came to Camino Real. Unfortunately, the first thing they saw was a group of very discouraged angels! "We can't find it!" Arenas said, on the verge of tears. "We sure hope you did!" "Nope," said Psnoo sadly. "Argh... where's the other group?" "Over at the headquarters," BMTH replied. "I think they may be on to something! I guess we'll just have to look some more, and wait."
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Post by CIA Agente Arenas on Jul 3, 2004 22:13:08 GMT -5
OOC: Ooh... this is getting discouraging... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- “Okay, okay, I’m not going to freak out. Maybe… maybe there’s something we missed. I dunno, it could happen, right? Oh lordy…” Arenas, withdrew her phone and dialed Joaquin to see if there was something he could offer as good news. As his end of the line rang, she took out one of her new packs of candyettes and after taking one for herself, offered it around. “Just pass it around like in kindergarten and see who wants one- Yeah, Joaquin! Hi, yeah. Uh huh. Mhmm, really. Yes, see… Yeah. Well, it would seem that Lefty’s either gone missing or just not around, but he sure isn’t one to leave the mojo lying about. Is this another missing persons case or…? I see. Well. I think we can handle that. Thanks, you’re a swell guy, just… swell,” she snapped her phone closed sharply and sighed. The empty carton returned to her grasp, and both items were pocketed. “Don’t tell me we’re looking for someone again. I still remember the last time that happened,” HF grumbled, to which George gave her a brief hug. “We did rescue you, didn’t we?” “Yes, you did.” “Well, Maravilla?” “Well… it would seem Lefty’s around, but out and probably making a sale. This doesn’t bode well, folks. I’d think either we should split up, a bunch go Lefty hunting and a bunch wait for CC’s group, or we should scout some more and hope something turns up.” “Where would we look for Lefty if we were to tail him?” Iggy asked. “That’s the thing, I’m really not quite sure. Joaquin didn’t have details. He did say that Lefty doesn’t often bring the product to his customers, that they seek him out, so I’m fairly sure this could be the big dance number. Not many people can shell out the kind of money that Don Juan’s mojo is worth. I’d think Lefty would want to make sure this sale was genuine.” Whether it was good luck or bad humor, a black Lexus pulled in front of the stately building that was 670 Camino Real. A door opened and a multitude of different weapons from the Angel/sidekick/Johnny stakeout were cocked and leveled at the noise. Sheer bravado was what drove Lefty full out of the vehicle and in plain view. “Now what can I do for your lovely troupe? Are you looking for group rates, because I don’t offer them. Are these… boys, not enough for your needs?” The Johnnys didn’t take too kindly to that and it took physical restraint by their Angels to keep them in check. “No… thank you… we’re all set on that front,” DWR grunted from her double fisted hold on Sam’s vest. “And we don’t take charity!” Sands hissed. “But we are searching the market for some quality stuff. A friend of ours lost his and would like it back. Do you recall the mojo of someone named… I don’t know… Don Juan DeMarco?” DB asked coolly. “I normally don’t keep tabs on the stuff, but yeah, I remember this. You’re too late, girls. I just sold it.” “Carp.”
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Post by Dances With Rolls on Jul 3, 2004 22:32:53 GMT -5
OOC: Gah!!!! This is great!!
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"Oooooh dear." DWR moaned. "Who did you sell it to??"
"Don't remember hun." Lefty said casually.
"Don't REMEMBER?!" Arenas said, starting to loose her cool. "YOU DON'T REMEMBER?!" she grabbed him by the collar and started to shake him.
"Ah, ah!! I don't remember exactly who, but I have a pretty good description. Young Mexican girl." he replied hastily.
"Wait... it couldn't be..." DB began, and thought for a second. "HF, Psnoo, DWR and yer Johnnys: come with me. The rest of you, wait here for CC's bunch."
The four angels and Johnnys jumped into DB's JA-mobile.
"We're going to the beach." DB said. "I have a hunch who bought Don's mojo... and I know that it won't be easy at all to get back."
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Post by CIA Agente Arenas on Jul 3, 2004 22:40:19 GMT -5
OOC: Hm... looks like things are going to get messy. *sticks tongue out at Lefty* That'll teach you to be coy with me.
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Post by Secret Pseudonym on Jul 4, 2004 0:34:20 GMT -5
OOC: *runs away screaming* It's the EA's! The EA's I'm telling you all!!!!!
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DCS03 (Iggy)
Retired Angel
how do you deal? you just deal...
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Post by DCS03 (Iggy) on Jul 4, 2004 0:59:41 GMT -5
OOC:: Good Job girls! this is comming along great!
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Post by Dances With Rolls on Jul 4, 2004 11:06:03 GMT -5
OOC: I was thinking the EA's or Doña Ana. You never know.
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Post by The Symbolic Sacrifice on Jul 8, 2004 13:26:27 GMT -5
Sedoo and Don Todd were walking along the cobblestone pathway towards the Chocolaterie when DT started scratching everywhere.
'Its no good Sedoo, I can't help you here, I'm so allergic to chocolate that I will start to swell soon.' moaned DT as he scratched some more.
'Go back to the Cantina and wait for the others, DC and I can handle this part of plan B.' Sedoo waved DT away as the bell on the Chocolateries door tinkled as she entered the shop.
CC and SS had just wandered into the most amazing garden they had ever seen.
'Wow, you two have been busy.' SS exclaimed as she walked around smelling all the beautiful blossoms.
LMM and Ed looked up from the latest sculpture they had been working on.
'Whats up CC, not another adventure at JA I hope?' LMM looked worried.
'Yes, what else, never a dull moment around this place. Don Juan has lost his mojo, we've split the group up to get things done quicker, and we're here to ask for 2 dozen long stemmed blood red roses, savvy?.' informed CC.
Ed was so quick off the mark, that they were placed in her arms, wrapped in paper quicker than the blink of an eye.
'My, thats what I call service !' SS exclaimed.
'Poor Sedoo, is there anything else we can do to help CC?' asked LMM.
Meanwhile back at the Cantina. . .
Jack and Raphael were propping the bar up and by the sound of the song they were trying sing, it was not the first bar they had investigated.
Don Todd trotted in, his itching much less now, took one look at Raphael and Jack and shook his head and mumbled, 'Nothing would surprise me this week.'
'Now whats that supposed to mean ?' drolled Jack as he placed an arm around DTs shoulder and motioned for him to sit at the bar between them.
Raphael took one look at DT and pushed his glass away and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, the likeness to DJ was remarkable. Jack pushed the glass into DTs hand so that he could get him loosened up a trifle.
'The Cantina has had some real weird visitors this last week, first there was a eunuch, looking like he was out of the story of Ali Barber and the 40 thieves, then after he had found out the EAs could be contacted from here, he turned up again with this weird looking sedan chair being carried by 4 slaves.' DT informed them.
Jack quickly refilled his glass and pressed him to drink it.
'And ?' Raphael questioned. DT shrugged, 'Some piece of work got out and started going through the threads in the forum. She left veils everywhere, I've been picking them up for days, she also left a trail of gold coins, the eunuch was carrying a basket full of them and they were dropping everywhere.'
'Obviously a contract payment for the EAs to get DJs mojo.' stated Raphael.
'Well theres not much more we can do until the Angels get back, drinks all round.' Jack smiled.
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Post by Dangerbabe on Jul 8, 2004 19:54:10 GMT -5
OOC: SS, you can really write Jack!!! Poor Cook's not going to know what hit him! I have writers block right now....
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Post by CIA Agente Arenas on Jul 15, 2004 13:18:33 GMT -5
(OOC: One step forward and two steps back. Or is it two steps forward, one step back? *shrug* I’m sorry but… it just seemed so appropriate. And I felt guilty so I offered a way out.: MeanwhileSo the JA Mobile rounded a bend in the road, leaving the remaining members staring and or waving despondently. Lefty hadn’t moved since being threatened by Arenas. It could have been because she hadn’t released him from her death grip during the short burst of anger. In fact, it probably was. “Can you let go of my shirt, please?” he grunted, unable to speak much more clearly. “Hm? Oh, sorry there. Got lost in thought. If I let you go, you’ll be a good boy and um… I don’t know, what do good mojo sellers do?” “Sell mojo,” Lefty gave a small smile. Arenas shrugged and let him go. That seemed to have been some unspoken cue as the rest of Lefty’s posse leaped out of the Lexus, weapons drawn. During the initial surprise, Lefty took the opportunity to skip delightedly out of harm’s way. “Drop your guns, miscellaneous devices used for inflicting pain and communication devices,” he grinned evilly. “Hey, wait, weren’t we just in charge!?” BMTH cried. Arenas bit her lip. Well, if she wasn’t immediately pointed out as the idiot that allowed the tables to turn, there could be hope still. “That’s the last time you get to handle the bad guy, Arenas,” FF grumbled, letting her flyswatter tumble to the earth. Arenas sighed, beaten. Her water pistol was then tossed to the ground along with the rest of the paraphernalia. She was tempted to chuck her phone at him, but decided that it’d just be safer at the moment to let it fall from lax fingers. Gosh darn it; this was the last time she’d be duped by a man whose posse didn’t follow him within a 5 foot radius! “All right ladies… and boys…” Abberline seemed strode forward with a determined look on his face. He’s had enough of Lefty’s jabs at his masculinity. It was the closest lackey that fired a warning shot into the dust by his foot. “No sudden movements guys; I’ve got more people inside than you know about. I will say that you’ve all got spirit. Lots of spirit. Maybe we could use you boys yet…” Lefty murmured, stroking his chin thoughtfully. Iggy, FF and Arenas shared a fearful glance before turning their attention back to the immediate danger. “You wouldn’t!” Iggy announced. Whether she truly believed it or was bluffing was anyone’s guess. It just stood that someone had to say it. “And why wouldn’t I? I may not get as good a price as I got for Don Juan but… I don’t see why I couldn’t milk the cash cow for awhile longer. So, if you’ll kindly follow me,” Lefty winked. By now the group was officially exuding hate and anger. A bullet in the head, or further imbalance of the mojo levels of the fandom? Neither option was appealing and well… it was really up to the ‘boys’. And something about a bullet whizzing 6 inches from one’s foot is pretty persuasive. “You’d better save us,” Abberline turned to Iggy. There was a simultaneous gritting of teeth by Sands and Duke that showed their obvious displeasure, yet saved them from having to say something. Something that more than likely wouldn’t have been appropriate for a PG-13 audience. “Round ‘em up! Half of you take the girlies, the other half the boys. We’ve got ourselves an operation!” Lefty laughed. It took two lackeys to pry Arenas from Sands, and another suffered bruises from being repeatedly beaten with two different bags of… stuff… After a brave struggle, 15 minutes later it was over, the 4 girls in a cell in some sublevel of the ‘mansion’ and the Johnny’s undergoing unspeakable evil elsewhere. “This is definitely the last time you get to handle the bad guys, Arenas,” Iggy sighed. “Fine by me,” she groaned. “Where do you think CC and the others are? Or anyone in a position to rescue us?” BMTH wondered aloud. “Well, if we had Psnoo’s magic pocket, we could pull them here…” FF started slowly. “Or, if we thought happy thoughts we could imagine them here…” Iggy added, getting excited. “Or better yet, we could imagine them in a position better suited to helping us instead of in the cell with us,” Arenas nodded, a smirk crossing her features. “So… we’re not sunk yet?” BMTH asked. “Not quite,” Iggy smiled. “We’re clever people,” FF grinned.
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Post by Secret Pseudonym on Jul 15, 2004 16:36:32 GMT -5
Ooo! I'll have to add. After I think about it. There's way too many groups going for me to keep track of. But I assure you that it will involve cars getting imagined into buildings and crashing though walls. It'll be a blast.
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