As was recently pointed out to me, "Nerdy Dalek" is an anagram of my name, so I suppose it's only fitting that my birthday should be the day my Doctor Who story comes out on ebook. The Mystery of the Haunted Cottage is a Tenth Doctor adventure and I had unimaginable fun writing it. For those of you who don't read ebooks, fret not- a physical book, containing all eleven stories by eleven writers, will be arriving late next month.
Ah yes, my birthday. I am 39 today. Some people might worry about reaching that age — just one more birthday till 40, after all. But not me. I shall live forever. And I don't mean in a metaphorical sense. I don't mean I'll live forever in the hearts and minds of my readers. I mean I will literally live forever, drawing as I do from your pain and suffering.
Your pain makes me strong.
Today is the day I knuckle down and officially start Book 9. I've been writing bits and pieces of it for the last few weeks — I've got close to 10,000 words done — but today it kicks off properly. October 23rd is, of course, the day Skulduggery died, hundreds of years ago. Once again, I think it's only fitting that I begin his final book on such a date. Poignant, even.
Sniffle.
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For the record, I believe it was the evil that was the 'turn-off'. You really are rather extraordinary in most other categories.
*whistles happily as he tears open a gateway to somewhere rather hot, and strolls on in*
*sick
((Sorry, I'm like, uber tired ::))
It was... A protection symbol
*watches Sir disappear into another world*
*sways on the spot*
*sits down rather heavily in the snow*
*pats his pockets for moist towelettes*
*he's out*
Oh DAMN.
*the white stripe in his hair fades to black*
((That is alright. Would you rather sleep now, and continue this tomorrow?))
#ChaseForBook9
(Now that that little story arc with Oscar and Sir [and what a thrilling tale it was!] is through, I should probably be off to bed as well. Goodbye Arisbel, and Adra, and Death Rose if she's still here, and particularly Sir. Goodbye, Sir!)
((Yes please!))
*glances at the sink* *grumbles about having to clean the mess up* *lets her head fall back to the floor as she falls unconscious from both the pain and blood loss*
Good bye, Ms. Annika. It was a pleasure.
((Bye Anni!))
(Goodbye, all. And I agree, Sir. An absolute pleasure indeed.)
((*gives them both looks* *hits them both with snowballs*))
*whistles 'high-ho' rather cheerfully as he flips the medallion into an active volcano*
Oh, Io. What a glorious trash receptacle you make.
*softens the floor so it feels more comfortable* *finds a blanket and drapes it over Adra*
((Goodnight Annika and Adra. In fact, perhaps I ought to go as well, so I shall simply wish everyone here a pleasant appropriate time of day.))
#ChaseForBook9
((*hugs both Ari/Everyonewhospeaksthroughher* *cuddles Sir*))
Erm, yes, Ms. Adrasdos. I fear I must retire now.
Good night.
Hello?
I really could use a hug right now, anyone here? [hugs]
#ChaseForBook9
I really hate when I come on and everyone's gone. That feeling of "Hello, anybody there" hurts more than your average dead butterfly. Did I ever tell you about me and butterflies? I usually describe it as a fear, but it's really not. They're just so fragile, flying so haphazardly, and then there's big clumsy me, and... I don't want to hurt them. So I get sort of queasy/nervous around them, and when I see a dead butterfly/moth, or worse, a dying one, it makes me feel all sad, because they're beautiful and...over. There was this one time... Last time I ever visited a butterfly house. So there was this butterfly on the path, and its wing was injured, sort of torn, and it couldn't get up, and this girl was touching it, like poking it, and it was so delicate and I told her to stop, and she said "it's injured already." And then the dad of this five-year-old (to appear later) came over, and told her to stop touching it, and she listened because he was a grown-up and I was maybe eleven. So then the dad and I were sitting near the butterfly, watching it wiggle feebly and trying to help it, when the five-year-old came over, and his dad was like "don't step on the butterfly" and he put his left foot about a stride away from it, and then his dad grabbed his waist and said "don't step on the butterfly" and then he reached out his foot and stepped straight on it. Without looking down once. And he had this grin on his face, and he had no idea... And his dad picked him up and took him away, going over to a person who worked there and explaining the problem. The science person came over and carefully scooped the butterfly into a pot of flowers. Its antennae we're still moving slightly, but its torso? Is that the right word for a butterfly? Idk, but its torso was sort of squashed inward. I watched it die, then went to the bathroom and threw up.
Maybe that's the good thing about being the only one here. I can talk about emotional ~#*+ like that, and no one will have to bother with it, unless they read back in the comments and decide to. But seriously, they don't have to bother.
#ChaseForBook9
I also have the uncanny ability to vanish unexpectedly... Which I shall do again now.
Tata.
Hi/bye Deathy.
#ChaseForBook9
Oh, Fabi dear. *Hugs tightly* I'm so sorry...
[hugs Death]
[Throws a pillow at her]
#ChaseForBook9
*Dodges pillow and leaps at Fabi with a feather boa*
[Pounces on the feather boa and hisses]
#ChaseForBook9
*Sprays demonic water at Fabi*
((I HAVE RETURNED!!!! *huggles all* i was having blogland withdrawal. but i was having massive fun on band tour XD))
AAAAAAHHHHH
DO NOT GET FABI'S HAIR WET. SHE HATES HAVING HER HAIR WET!
[Runs and hides under a giant marshmallow]
#ChaseForBook9
SNOW!!!!!!! [Throws the feather boa at her]
#ChaseForBook9
*huggles feather boa* DEATHY FABI!! sup??
oh, and fab, are you still a fugitive in RP or not? and is Snow?
Uh, I did basically nothing with the plot. Except I left Texas... Not sure if you were there for that. It's on Nameless, though. And unless one of Frank's superiors intervenes, Snow will remain a fugitive as well. She totally has the teleporting advantage, though. :-P
#ChaseForBook9
XD good, i have a plan... *evil laugh* can i make someone i control that has to report to Frank, someone to tail me?
ho hum
Sure, Snow. :-)
Btw, Frank is Canadian, but the murders were all over the world, not just Montreal. That's part of why Snow is considered an accomplice (file-wise), is because of the distance traveled.
Deathy, are you still here? [Peeks out from behind the marshmallow, waving a white carrot]
#ChaseForBook9
So basically, your character can be from anywhere.
#ChaseForBook9
kay.
((gonna drop into RP now))
*Snow is walking around in Spain, with a blond wig, green eye contacts, fake glasses, a skirt, a frilly top and heels, hardly recognizable.*
*see's the man thats been following her but walks by without rush or fear*
*he doesn't notice*
Hm...
Oh, I'm also writing up Frank's main file on Fabi. I can do one for Snow, too, if you like. And, um, if you don't expect it too soon... I've been rubbish at accomplishing things lately.
#ChaseForBook9
((Okay.))
#ChaseForBook9
((whatever! if you thin your up to it, that would be great. *huggles*))
((Okay. I'll try if I have time))
Fabi: [Is sitting in a café in Paris, reading the newspaper]
[Is wearing a dark wig and some skin creams that make her skin smooth and the mole on her chin invisible. The creams also make her look tan]
#ChaseForBook9
*see's the person i'm here to meet*
*walks up*
*in a british accent* excuse me, but do you know the way to Perth from Hollywood?
Man: why yes, that would be north.
*sits down* do you have the stuff i requested?
man: yes. *slides a bag across the table* payment?
*hands over an envelope of money.
*man nods and walks away*
((Ooh, intriguing))
#ChaseForBook9
(( very ))
*opens bag, looking through the items*
*pulls out fake ID and drivers license, slipping them into a wallet*
*pics up bag and walks away*
*picks
A woman wearing very heavy make-up enters the cafe. Her lipstick is a very odd shade of purple, matching her eyeliner and bringing out her violet eyes.
She orders her coffee and sits at a table near the entrance, taking a sip.
Fabi stands and walks towards the door. The woman yawns, then pulls her chair suddenly backward, sending Fabi sprawling gracelessly and dramatically across the floor. The contents of her handbag spill across the floor. A wallet (ssh, it's bigger on the inside), a small dispenser of hand sanitizer, a handkerchief, several maps of Paris and a make-up kit.
"Je suis desolé!" the woman exclaims, scooping the items back into Fabi's bag and helping her up.
"Ce n'est pas grave," Fabi responds, taking her bag back and exiting the cafe.
#ChaseForBook9
*rounds a corner and teleports away*
*pulls out the phone that was in the bag and searches through the numbers listed*
come on. come on... tell me you got it... *see's a number that could be right* ooh, you're a hard girl to track fab. but you're dealing with one of the best... *dials number, hoping it's for fabs phone*
((choose weather or not it's you fab, i dont mind))
[Voice that is not Fabi's, but sounds familiar]
Hello? Fabienne cannot come to the phone right now, may I take a message?
#ChaseForBook9
((I have a plan.... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.))
#ChaseForBook9
*but the british accent on again* no, thank you. i might just call again later. good bye now. *hangs up, frowning* who...?
Fabi: [Sits on a bench in a park and checks through her bag] [Everything that was in there before is still there, but there's something new, an envelope] [Fabi opens it slowly]
#ChaseForBook9
((HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... Try the number again once I've written this bit? It's a bad moment for Fabi to answer the phone.))
#ChaseForBook9
*sighs, going to put phone away, but before i get the chance it rings*
hello?
*listens*
*grins slightly, hoping* thanks. *hangs up*
possible sighting in france... Allons-y...
((kay. if your doing something i could not find you in france. *shrugs*))
((Um... Fabi's really not sloppy. And Paris is big, France, even bigger, so...))
((You could bump into violet-eye woman, if you want, though.))
#ChaseForBook9
((yep. and i know she's not. snows just a detective. *shrugs* so i'll wonder around aimlessly for a bit))
*teleports to paris. sighing* a small hope, but... *starts walking and looking*
Three new sets of identification. Driver's liscences, passports and some random pocket litter. Gym passes and stuff. Fabi smiled and closed the envelope, heading back to her hotel.
((I know, I'm switching tense like a crazy person.))
((Snow is a detective, but Fabi is a spy, and an actress, and it's one of the only things that she's good at, and it makes her sort of feel upset when people automatically assume they're better than her. She understands, though, that there's no way to have a real battle of wits in RP, so... Ya. She apologizes for the mini-rant there. Also, she just posted te file on Nameless. Not much on Snow, though.))
#ChaseForBook9
((You can call again now, whenever you're ready, or I could call you.))
#ChaseForBook9
((ignore that. i can stay 4 a bit. WOO))
((maybe fab could call snow?))
((Okay. Be prepared for a twist, though.))
[Snow's phone rings]
#ChaseForBook9
(Changing name again..)
((YAY TWIST))
*answers* hello?
Snow? You need to teleport as soon as you finish this phone call, they might be able to trace the signal. Frank's bit capable of it, of course, but, since, you know...
#ChaseForBook9
(( OMFG I HATE MY PARENTS!! just when cool stuff is happening, they tell me to get off!!! i g2g D: *huggles* perhaps continue tomorrow?))
*not capable
#ChaseForBook9
((If I'm around, sure. We'll restart the phone call, maybe, so I can set it after anything I RP during the day.))
#ChaseForBook9
-I sit in the hammock outside my beachfront cabin, reading one of the small tattoos imprinted on the back of my hand-
I think, therefore I am.
Cogito ergo sum...
((Hello Aiden.))
((If I disappear, it is not meant to offend, but probably stems from the fact that it's late here.))
#ChaseForBook9
*comes in* *hugs Fabi* I don't get that upset about butterflies dying. But I still get upset about people killing insects. And when there's someone and they want to squish a spider or a wasp or something, you try to make them see how it's life and you're just taking some of the sparkle out of the world by eliminating that life, and they just don't get it. And it's not fair, because the insect did NOTHING except live. And yet, if one of us whom everyone hated died, we'd all feel really upset, wouldn't we? That's discrimination. How would you liked to just be squished for no reason other than existing? Why do you feel the need to cause suffering and death? Isn't that just really sadistic?
And they're like, oh my God, it's only a spider. *looks at me like I'm a weirdo*
When Claire was freaking out about a spider, Myrnin told her it was a living organism just like her. And then he picked it up and stroked it and called it Bob and kept it in a cage and fed it. :) And put a larger spider in that would most likely eat it just to see what happened, but still.
I get what you mean, about the butterfly. When things . . . like people or butterflies . . . are just so delicate then when someone squashes them . . . metaphorically or literally . . . it just hurts, because . . . like, why would you do that? It's so delicate and it's just gone and it's not fair and why would you do it and it can't defend itself you're giving it no chance here and it's so beautiful and why would you kill that and now I'm crying. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Myrnin's just brilliant. :) I'm sorry, but if there was a Star's Most Favouritest Character Ever Award, he would definitely be nominated and has an incredibly high chance of winning.
#ChaseForBookNine
*leaves to go to school -_-*
#ChaseForBookNine
[hugs Star]
[Thinks]
#ChaseForBook9
[Falls asleep, out of reach of any mustache-drawing, JUBI]
#ChaseForBook9
I hate my holiday house. There are people inside... People only I can see. One's in my room. It's looking at me... I can feel it. It's playing with the curtains...
And it's stopped.
Shit.
((Aretha Adra Anni If you guys do this without me I'm done because it seems to me thats what will happen and I really am sick of everything happening when I'm gone so I swear if you guys do this and leave me out....oh wait I will be left out))
((Zaf, that's what happens to me every morning. I'm not trying to make an enemy, so I'm hoping you'll read this with an open mind and see what I'm trying to say and where I'm coming from.
We do love you, so fucking much, but there are times where we can't wait for you. You win some, you loose some...))
The golden god celebrates his birthday
(Like, they aren't required to wait for you. It's up to you whether or not you're on... If you're not on and the others want to progress in a role play, you can't stop them. I'm asleep while most of the time that you guys are RP-ing and you are deep in a role play and I can't get in anywhere. I wouldn't find it fair if I made everyone wait for me.
Zaf... I really don't want to say it but... The world doesn't revolve around you, darling.))
((Zaf, you're doing it again))
((Rose I'm not mad they went on I would too but what will piss me off is tonight when I'm on they continue and I try to join in and the usual ignore anyone who joins happens because I knew I needed to go to bed, that's when I'll get pissed right now I'm okay but if they do that whoch I know they will then I'll get pissed because I'm not sitting twiddling my thumbs because they stayed up late and I didn't))
It's called persistence, babe. You also need to think whether or not it's called for. Maybe Ari and Adra were having a single RP for once. People need breaks from the normal. It's gets to dreary, otherwise.
((*points to what Rose said* Ari and Co. and I never do anything together. I kinda want to as well, Zaf))
I'm going to sleep. I'm unwell. I'm becoming paranoid. I'm seeing people who aren't actually here. I've got a ton of freaking homework I have to do tomorrow then I've got two decent sized books to read in two days... There's a lot more going on but I can't... I don't want to tell you guys... It's more... Emotional crap you guys have heard too many times for it to register, nor do I think...
Never mind.
Night.
*totally gets anxiety and a thousand things at once as well*
*waves*
Sleep well, Rose
*stares ourside* I'll be back....gtg to school...and freeze outside its freezing legit
((Yeah. We live in the same climate))
*paints quietly*
But...now you exclude me because i like rping with Ari. No. I want to join in,
((I'm sure you do, and I don't mean to exclude you- in fact, Ari left you, and you still had a version of Arisbel. And tbc, you never leave Niccolo/whomever' side. Like, ever. I think it'd be fun to have a little adventure with them on my own for once.
Not that this is a legitimate adventure. I don't have anything planned, Adra is just living.))
((Oh and if you want something to do, Ari isn't the only person in a plot, btw. There were multiple plots last night))
((No. I join. Not sit. I'm sick of exclusion. No excluding me. I dont want to be bored. Deal Adra be nice i have every right to be with her too,
((I dont like Sir, I just don't and I don't feel ok around Anni so I obviously would go by people who I feel comfortable with. It's not right to exclude me if I don't want to be in the other plots because I don't. I don't like being in things I have no interest in, I don't wanna be with Sir and Anni, I said why, I just don't,))
((Tbc, I'm just sick. That's all that's happening. And realistically, Zaf knows nothing of Alchemy or really medicine or science as Nic/co does
But you are near him all the time. And it isn't fair of you to do it again, because when you are here- all the time- you're with him.
We never have one-on-one time or whatever- not for romancey stuff, which you're hell-bent on, but Ari and Nic are my friends as well.
Jus sayin.
And using the word "exclusion" isn't working on making this seem worse than it is
((So then you're just going to have to deal, because it's ridiculous to fight about people, and even more ridiculous for you to deny me time spent with my friends))
((So in case you missed it, I'm not fighting))
((We had a conversation last week and just because of unfortunate events that interrupted us happened doesn't mean you can just go back to being mean))
((So yeah))
((No. I want to be with you I will. I'm not being bored. If I decide to be by you let me I'm coming. End of it. I see no reason why I can't be part of this.))
*idly paints*
((I have every right to. I want to be with friends too Sir and Anni are not. You and Ari are. So. I'm going by my friends. Not to be mean to Sir and Anni but I just am not too....with them. I want to be with you because I care about you being sick. I could care less about Anni or Oscar. So I want to be with friends you're denying me that by saying you want to be with her, so I can't well I am going by you because I would))
*watches* what are you painting?
((In case you missed again, I dropped the subject.))
*gets up and slowly goes to the animal's room, opening the door*
I'm not sure-
How did you get in here?
I walked in....? I guess. I didn't die....((msd i have a test in a few))
Greetings.
Well, next time I'd appreciate it if you knocked. I hate it when people just come in without notice
And don't say I'm picking on you- this rule qualifies for everyone. You're just the one who violates it.
*slowly begins to pipet liquid into tiny wells*
*knocks on the open door and walks in*
Hey Mycroft
Sorry. I kinda went....i dunno. Anyhow you paint well...((brb
Greetings, Lady Adra. How are you faring? What ridiculous schemes have you put into motion since the last time we spoke?
Thank you, Zaf
*Vile flies around her head and she catches him*
Well, I'm sick and possibly dying, but probably not, so..
That seems pleasant enough.
And normal. In a way, none of us really know how much time we have left.
*rolls her eyes, suppressing a cough* You're blind, Mycroft.
Really? The last time I checked, which was around half a second ago, I could see perfectly well.
*sighs*
I hate you sometimes. *gets to her feet, swaying a bit from the sudden change*
Of clurse. Hi Myth
I know, and yet I remain apathetic to this fact.
Greetings, Miss Kerias.
Of course.... *coughs a few times, a bit of blood appearing in her hand* *goes to clean it off, murmuring*
Hi!
Been a while! :)
Is there anything I can do? I know its hard being Grand Mage and sick
Hello, Brad!
It's... Complicated, Zaf. I'm still working it out myself. Trying to remember...
☂It is freaking impossible to make Mycroft dreamselfies.☂
☂I will attempt this again...☂
Greetings, Mr. Wood.
Hey Brad
Hmm. Do you know where the symbol is? It could be on your heart. Or somewhere hard to get ((still msd
*laughs* It wasn't a permanent symbol. Lease of all on my heart. It was on my forearm, I think.
Hi Adra!
Hi Grand Mage!
Greeting Mrs. Death
What symbol? I have not been informed of a symbol.
*washes off her hands, wiping her mouth off on her sleeve* ugh.
((I msd as well))
MSD.
WBD.
You never asked, Mycroft.
The symbol that gave me tuberculosis back in the early 1900s. Long story, actually. Quite depressing.
Hello...??
Hi Em
Hi Em.
Greetings, Miss Melody.
So you mean to say that you've had tuberculosis for a hundred years? That seems... unlikely.
Thatt's why I said it's a long story. It's embedded in my DNA... or something and sometimes if I get sick, it can come back. Like, even a cold can bring it up
So you had it and then it left you, but it reoccurs?
Forgive me. This is rather unbelievable. Then again, I am not magic, and like you said, I do not know the full story.
*sighs* Long story, again. And hardly someone with such inferior knowledge of science and medicine, I wouldn't expect you to understand.
Since antibiotics were only invented in the mid 1940s (or so I believe), would you not have died?
Or at least have been incredibly sick?
...No, basic hygiene had already been put into practice, so you would have lived...
Fair enough. I will admit that I do not know much about this topic.
Yeah, clearly.
*gets up and goes back to drawing rocks in water*
What animals do you have? ((Zaffy always be msd until i get home i get to be blind lol
Two dragons and a fox. Blueberry, Lord Vile, and Dimitri
A fox?
A fox.
((Serious MSD))
Is there anyone on right now?
If so, I would very much like to send them positive thoughts of tea and poptarts.
Yay, tea and poptarts.
Right, I should go... *waves*
*works*
I would also like to receive positive thoughts of tea and poptarts.
Aw, you don't have to sugarcoat it for me, Adra. I know you left because of me. Because you're jealous of my fabulous hat.
*weeps dramatically*
*sends positive thought to Mycroft*
Hullo, Mycroft.
You missed a lot of action last night.
Such as Sir and Oscar's epic battle.
*accepts positive thoughts graciously*
Greetings. And thank you.
Oh? What was it over? I bet I can guess.
The medallion . . .
Ah.
I am going to insist that the medallion was exactly what I was going to suggest.
*backs away*
(Observe Oscar DreamSelfy 2.0, now without either medallion or white stripe in hair!
You really should've been there. ------>)
☂He looks really good, Anni!☂
☂In, like, a non-creepy way.☂
(And, technically, Precocious has no idea that Oscar and Sir had this battle, so forget I said anything earlier and just pretend it was in parentheses.)
(Aw, I like your new one too!)
☂Yay, thanks!☂
☂☂hugs Anni☂☂
(*hugs December*)
☂Anything else fun happening?☂
(I am studying Social Justice today and it's rather a bore. Not as bad as Sociology, I suppose, but there are many things I'd much rather be studying. Like psychology.)
☂I always really wanted to study psychology... Social Justice SOUNDDSSSSSS fun but I'll take your word for it being boring.☂
(But, Blogland speaking, one of Niccolo's names (Arisbel) turns up and hassled Zafira and Adra.)
(Adra and I had an ice-skating party on the lake. That was when we were joined by Sir, Zafira, and Arisbel. Then I got knocked out with a snowball, allowing me to start RPing as Oscar, and then he and Sir had, not so much a battle of strength, but a battle of wits amid a very tension-filled tea party in the middle of the woods.)
(Before that I had a terrifying nightmare about Oscar because I had fallen asleep in a booth at Trip's bar. Trip came by, by the way. I don't recall if you were there then.)
☂Tension-filled tea party sounds SO FUN. SO FREAKING FUN.☂
☂I was there.☂
(Ohhh, it was so much fun. I was very proud of that RP.
You should freaking go back there and read it because it was just the last time I was on and it was FREAKING COOL.)
☂I will look at it when I have time, because I am having a lesson as I type.☂
(I mean, the very last moment or two is at the top of this page . . .)
(Oh, yeah. Multitasking. I know how that can be. *sigh* Social Justice. Meh.)
I may sing a silly song, just to procrastinate.
*sets up old-fashioned 50s microphone*
*pulls on sequinned tuxedo jacket*
*takes a deep breath*
*covers ears and scowls*
☂☂pulls up chair☂☂
Tim Tim plays for days in a maze and there's a
Minotaur-taur, tiny minotaur-taur, little minotaur-taur, mini minotaur-taur
Minotaur-taur, tiny minotaur-taur, little minotaur-taur, mini minotaur-taur
Cute little tiny little minotaur sittin' in a cradle (Awwe)
He thinks that maybe it's a baby, but it NAY BE!
I'm a tiny minotaur! Little minotaur! Kill you any minute-ARRR!
Minotaur-taur, tiny minotaur-taur, little minotaur-taur, mini minotaur-taur
Minotaur-taur, tiny minotaur-taur, little minotaur-taur, mini minotaur-taur
How do you defeat a mini minotaur?
Many mini minotaur-taurs hate tar tar sauce
They're deathly allergic to tar tar sauce
You'll be fine, do you have some tar tar Tim Tim? (No)
You'll need some tar tar to kill him. (Oh)
Things are looking grim-grim for Tim Tim!
(Ah! Ohm. [strike match] [GASP])
Wait, what's that in his tum-tum Tim Tim?
It's a bottle of tar tar, Tim Tim!
Someone before you tried to kill him.
Open the jar! (Twist the lid off...)
Open the jar! (Counter-clockwise) (Oh)
RELEASE TAR TAR, TO KILL MINOTAAAAAAAAUR!
*bows*
Thank you, no, please don't throw roses at the stage.
*laughs*
That epic saga is a favorite among monster hunters.
☂☂claps☂☂
*tries to figure out a way to exit the room*
☂☂throws frangipani at the stage, because I love frangipani☂☂
I don't know what a frangipani is, but thank you!
*sits down on the edge of the stage*
Any requests?
☂Baby it's cold outside!!!!☂
A duet, is it not?
I'll need a singing buddy . . .
☂MEEEEE☂
I really can't stay . . .
*looks at her expectantly*
Take it away, December!
*hums the music into microphone*
☂Baby it's cold outside...☂
I've got to go away . . .
☂Baby it's cold outside...☂
*gets really into the humming*
Mmmhhhmhmhmhmhmhmmmm!
This evening has been . . . so very nice . . .
☂Been hoping that you'd drop in... I'll hold your hands they're just like ice....☂
☂☂starts dancing formally with Anni☂☂
My mother will start to worry . . . my father will be pacing the floor . . .
*dances cheerily*
☂Beautiful, what's your hurry? Listen to the fireplace roar...☂
☂☂makes it snow outside☂☂
☂☂makes it snow inside too☂☂
*puts up umbrella so no snowflakes get on his suit*
So really I'd better scurry . . . maybe just a half a drink more . . .
*dances towards the bar*
☂Beautiful, please don't worry... put some records on while I pour...☂
☂☂changes background music player into an old gramophone thingy with a record.☂☂
☂
The neighbors must think . . .
*drinks a gin and tonic*
Say, what's in this drink . . ?
*totters around happily*
(I dedicate this page to singing Christmassy songs in the middle of October.)
☂(I'm never in the Christmas mood in December, but I get it in, like, May.)☂
☂(And then I drive everybody crazy.)☂
(Did I lose you?)
I wish I knew how . . . to break this spell . . .
☂(YES, YOU LOST ME TO THE DARK SIDE. AND I AM NEVER TURNING BACK.)☂
☂I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell...☂
I ought to say no, no, no . . .
*spins gracefully*
At least I'm gonna say that I tried . . .
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