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Post by Pan on Jan 19, 2006 18:35:18 GMT -5
THIS IS THE BEST!!!OMFG!!!!*laughing*
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Jan 19, 2006 18:36:09 GMT -5
We should keep looking...*makes no motion to move*
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Post by Seven on Jan 22, 2006 23:39:59 GMT -5
*stares at it* I like it....but it's mocking us...*she refers to how the instruments are played to sound like laughter*
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Jan 23, 2006 13:37:16 GMT -5
What doesn't mock us? *sighs and continues the search*
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Post by Nadir on Jan 23, 2006 17:48:15 GMT -5
As Rene aproaches something she is about to upturn, the music changes from laughter to sudden panic, growing in tempo and dynamics, as if to say not there...anywhere but there!
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Post by Pan on Jan 23, 2006 17:50:35 GMT -5
Pan: Quick let's go there! *Jumps*
Mya: *Follows, looking rather bored*
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Post by Nadir on Jan 23, 2006 17:57:49 GMT -5
A soon as they upturn the miscellaneous object, a large spurt of black charcoal cloud clutters the air, covering them in its filthy residue. The music makes a sighing nose (they told you so), then resumes its playful laughter. It was indeed a trick for fools.
Meanwhile in some desolate area Erik sits in a closed room, with only the light of one small candle. He peers through a scope, able to watch where they go wherever they are in his house. He laughs to himself, a most ingenious invention of his since he found himself with so many...visitors. the room is a perfect sphere except the fact of the bottom, which is indeed most flat. He sits surrounded on all sides by four rows of strange looking keys, and foot pedals... much like a more advance, circular organ. He removes his foot from one pedal, and the instruments stop laughing. He concentrates, and presses his fingers on the blue keys, and the instruments being a soothing melody once more.
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Post by Pan on Jan 23, 2006 18:00:34 GMT -5
Pan: *Turns around to instruments, shaking fist* I hate you....
Mya: Now you really are a black cat.... And why are those instruments following us?
Pan: They're not following us.... I think....
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Post by Nadir on Jan 23, 2006 18:01:34 GMT -5
Of course not...instruments don't move on their own accord.
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Post by Pan on Jan 23, 2006 18:08:16 GMT -5
Pan: *Looks around* ONWARD TO LOOK FOR HIM!
Mya: Too damn lazy....... *Pulls a tiny remote controlled car out of pocket and sits down on it and follows*
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Post by Nadir on Jan 23, 2006 18:21:06 GMT -5
"Where shall they go try to find me now?" Erik muses to himself.
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Post by Pan on Jan 23, 2006 18:38:56 GMT -5
Pan: *Musing sense starts tingling* My musing sense is tingling. HE'S THIS WAY! *Marches off*
Mya: *Drives the tiny car aftre her*
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Post by Seven on Jan 23, 2006 21:14:54 GMT -5
*follows* if we were erik---where would we be...IN A HIDDEN ROOM NO ONE ELSE KNOWS ABOUT!
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Jan 23, 2006 21:16:16 GMT -5
*keeps pace with them* That's just sad. You know that.
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Post by Pan on Jan 23, 2006 21:21:13 GMT -5
Mya: Well, duh... We just have to follow Pan's Muse senses....
Pan: THIS WAY!
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<-- Hehe, anyone else remember the tomato monster and those ridiculous eggs? 
