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Post by CIA Agente Arenas on May 3, 2007 22:24:34 GMT -5
The question echoes away with no answer. As Arenas chews on her lip, wondering where all the candyettes got off to, she shrugs and raises her hand.
"I never was much for sailing, but what the smeep, let's get this done. Davy's boring the heck out of me."
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Post by Secret Pseudonym on May 3, 2007 22:28:28 GMT -5
"Amen to that. Wow, this is much better. It'd be better still if half our troops weren't at home in bed, but I figure that should be resolved tomorrow morning."
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Post by CIA Agente Arenas on May 3, 2007 22:34:35 GMT -5
"Bed? What's that?" Arenas suddenly shakes her head, opting not to have to hear the answer to that post. "Tonight can be pull of planning and thinking and brilliance. Attacks should always be done at dawn. More symbolic that way."
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Post by Secret Pseudonym on May 3, 2007 23:16:28 GMT -5
"Actually, I was planning to sleep through dawn. However, you and Fiend are more than welcome to plot your little hearts out."
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Post by The Undaunted Doña on May 4, 2007 0:08:16 GMT -5
Oh NO..not CC and the Really Nice... oh man this is bad... OK Psnoo tell me what I gotta do.. I'm here (for a bit anyway, darn real life) ready for orders!
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Post by Secret Pseudonym on May 4, 2007 0:33:00 GMT -5
Hmmm...you want orders? Hmmm.... Track down a hot plate, a sauce pan, and as much butter as you can get your hands on. I have a feeling a bit of melted butter can only aid our cause.
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Post by The Undaunted Doña on May 4, 2007 0:38:43 GMT -5
Ok.. if you say so... whatcha gonna do have some squid face and crab face in hot melted butter? Sorry.. I'm kinda trying to be funny in the most serious of situations..kinda just happens when I'm nervous.. *goes off in search of the requested items* EDIT: PSNOO...PSNOO... I was looking around in the kitchen for the stuff..and I found this on the floor.. *holds up a weird looking, but oddly familair key*
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Post by Secret Pseudonym on May 4, 2007 1:10:44 GMT -5
"That's interesting. That's very...interesting." Psnoo takes the key and slips it into her pocket where no one will ever find it...other than herself of course. They ways of the pocket were myriad and mysterious, but Psnoo had had many years to discover them. "Excellent find, Dona. Consider yourself promoted to head cook."
All angels present give Psnoo very strange looks.
"Wha-a-a-at? It's the best I got right at the moment."
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Post by The Undaunted Doña on May 4, 2007 1:12:42 GMT -5
Head cook? Good one, Psnoo!
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Post by Secret Pseudonym on May 4, 2007 1:53:19 GMT -5
Okay, gold star for Arenas who's give us our own pirate banner to proudly fly as we take on Jones and his crew. Here it is for everyone.... And so you can see the detail.... Now, JACK is an acronym standing for...Johnny's Angels Chasing Kraken. Yes, I know, but it was late for both of us and it was the best we could do. Now, get those avy's up! Time for this crew to buck up and show some spirit!
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Post by Davy Jones on May 4, 2007 2:24:55 GMT -5
"Er...Captain?"
"What?"
"I think they have the key."
"What key?"
"The key."
Davy took a moment to digest this information. On the one hand he had just seen the kraken destroy JA's ship, taking its Captain down with it. On the other, if his crew was right, the Angels had somehow managed to get their hands on the one thing that might give them a glimmer of hope. Davy lit his pipe and did some serious thought puffing. His conclusion: the key was useless to them if that was all they had. Let them have some false hope.
"Maccus, I'm tired of this. I and the kraken may be bound to the ocean but the ocean cannot be contained. When I give the signal, I want you to sink this board and everything in it."
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Post by Secret Pseudonym on May 4, 2007 2:32:56 GMT -5
OOC: Oh...it's way past Psnoo's bedtime. I'll catch you all tomorrow when the fun resumes. ;D
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Post by The Fearless Fiend on May 4, 2007 3:23:23 GMT -5
Sink our boards? Sink our boards?!!! Oh that is so what the bats would do. You're with them, aren't you? *narrows eyes* This means war, Mr. (not Captain, never Captain) Jones. -.- You shall feel the wrath of my flyswatter soon. You and your little kraken too. -Fiend
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Post by The Poetic Protégée on May 4, 2007 4:36:19 GMT -5
Jay blinks stupidly.
"Sink the board? Can he do that?!"
Panicking Jay hurridly imagines a fleet load of lifeboats, they'd be useless against a kraken but she had to do something!
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Post by The Time Mistress on May 4, 2007 5:44:36 GMT -5
TM saw Gene laying on the ground there after The Kraken had attackt The Flying Dutchman.
Are you oke my dear. she said to Gene
Yes I'm fine this is going to far he says. as he stood up. I know what you mean we have to fight now Gene. she said. Yes we have to there is no other choice. he said. Yes for SS and CC's sake we are all in this together! she said.
The Flying Dutchman looked like a battlefield, everthing was broken I mean everything. All the Angel's and theire Johnny's were laying there all in shock some of them are still standing.
What should we do now Angel's!
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