Kimberli, the sometimes Impro Author, sometimes so-so fan artist, most times slacker loser, glared balefully at the turkey that was currently dominating her kitchen. "Hi mom. I just wanted to check in with you before I ruin this. When you make the stuffing, you boil like the neck and the giblets and stuff, right?" Her mom's tinney voice came over the line. "Right. You cut those up and put them in the stuffing, and then you dump the broth in." "Well, I'm almost to that point," Kimberli said as she tore little shreds of turkey off of the neck. "I'm so ticked off. This turkey was *supposed* to come with giblets, but I could only find the neck." "Well, did you check both sides?" "Both sides?" "You know, both sides of the turkey." "You mean.......DOH!" Slapping her forehead in vexation, our plucky authoress then proceeded to nod and mutter into the phone as her mother told her multiple anecdotes of life back home. "Uh huh.....Uh huh.... Okay mom, I......Yeah, that's funny. I really...." Shooting a desperate look at the clock she realized that she was (oh horror) three minutes over schedule. Raising her voice slightly, she sweatdropped. "Mom, thanks so much, I really have to go, the turkey was supposed to be in a few minutes ago....Okay, thanks again, mom, I'll call you later..... love you too, give dad a big hug from me. Bye." Metaphorically wiping her forehead, she washed her hands thoroughly and turned to her big list of things to do. Muttering to herself, she dug the giblets and the heart out and tossed them into the boiling broth. "Gak. I'm going to be SOO late. I can't believe I got up before noon for this." ***** Improfanfic Party Chapter 14 : What do you do with an unconscious Epsilon? written by Kimberli started by W4 ***** Jonatan looked blearily at the chessboard before him, and then up at the sharp smiles and shiny teeth of those arrayed before him. Stephica winked and threw him a tiny kiss. He was still feeling the afteraffects of that one Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, but even asleep he could recognize a trap as obvious as this one. "Um....I'm not so great at chess. I'd rather play..." he trailed off as he reached deep into an inner pocket, "THIS!" Triumphantly he pulled out a wooden game box. It was rather elaborately carved and painted, the title Jumanji blazed across the top. "Jumanji? NO WAY! Where'd you get that?" Lusipher's shades caught the light as he muscled his way foreward. Tenatively he traced the carving with his fingertips. The game box began to vibrate as the sound of drums came from within. Jonatan winced as the drumming increased in volume exponentially. That certainly wasn't helping his hangunder any. "Nevermind. Go ahead, Luse, you can have it. Let's see...Eurorails.....Clue maybe? We could play Go..." He was briefly distracted as Omi no Miko let out a slightly sinister giggle, caressing her tub of grape jello. "Um, okay, I know. Here it is....how about....Strip-Battleship!" ***** Kimberli stood with her arms up to the elbow in the sink. Her lovable feline companion looked up at her with solemn golden eyes and let out a pitiful meow. "Oh Ura, I know I'm going to be late for the party, but the holiday doesn't just clean up after itself now, does it," she told the cat. "They won't mind if I'm a bit late." ***** Todd and Dan lurked in the bushes outside of Chez Impro, watching as the lackey Blade tried in vain to revive a comatose Epsilon. Oh, pardon me, that is, as Blade the minion of evil paid homage to the Lord of All Impro Evil. No, wait, I don't think that's right....there are some wicked cool evil ones among us. Okay, so the bat hopped around the guy. "I don't trust it. It looks like a trap." Todd studied the scene intensely. "C'mon, wake up, Epsi!" *WHAP!* "Thou shall not call me Epsi!" *snore* "Looks okay to me," Dan said as he stood and boldly approached the distracted duo, shrugging off his jacket. One quick pounce, and Blade was captured and bundled therein. Epsilon continued to snore unconcernedly. A quick assessment put the cause at the ugly-looking bump on his forehead. Checking the angle of the fall, Dan couldn't help but notice the rather large new building that had been added to the Impro Complex. Todd practiced his skulking for just a few more seconds before he followed Dan over. "He's probably got it on him. Wanna search him?" "I'll keep ahold of Blade. You go ahead and search him." "Ewww.... No really. You do it." Dan heaved a sigh. "Fine, whatever." Handing the struggling coat to Todd, he proceeded to calmly riffle through Epsilon's pockets. What was to be found cannot be said, only that no EVIL RED PEN OF CORRECTIONS presented itself. "Great. So what now?" Todd fumbled a bit with the struggling coat, bundling it up more firmly to mask Blade's rather panicked-sounding cries. "Wasn't there something else about Epsilon on the list?" "Yeah, let's see....Epsilon's head on a platter, 500 points." "Well that's something at least." "You mean..." Dan drew his finger across his neck in the universally recognized symbol. Todd shrugged. ***** Kimberli wrestled with the branches, trying somewhat successfully to fluff them into some semblance of a tree. Her roommate had bought an artificial tree on sale after a previous Christmas, and this was their first year to try it out. They had thought it would be less hassle and more ecologically minded to use a fake instead of cutting a real tree. She snorted to herself. Less hassle indeed. Ura gazed aprehensively at the monstrosity taking shape in the living room. Kimberli sighed and blew her bangs out of her eyes. "Ura, we're leaving soon, I promise. Stop worrying! It's not like the party can't go along just fine without me for a while." ***** Ravi smiled as he surveyed his domain. It was his firm belief that he who controlled the booze, controlled the party. Besides, there are few things more amusing than being the only sober person in a room full of drunks. The only sober person with a camera, that is. He chuckled semi-evilly as he snapped a photo of Keith Richards drooling blissfully in a puddle of spilled alcohol. Not that that picture would be particularly rare, but at least it kept him from dying of boredom. Who would have thought that such a great party would have such a number of non-drinkers? Several of the afforementioned non-drinkers were lined up against the wall using the computers. Blink teleporting in real life was one thing, and Calculus could do that for sure, but he was having a little problem with it in Shogo. He and Jake were playing a friendly little game of shoot-em-up over the LAN with Squall and the Lurker. Unfortunately, Calc had gotten just a little too used to teleporting, and for some reason whenever his mecha was in danger he would instinctively try to teleport it, and instead end up halfway across the room himself. And so of course in the intervening time his poor mech was fragged. Several times. "You're less likely to get blown up if you're actually at the computer while you play," Twoflower pointed out, almost done with his Cool Ranch Doritos. "Yeah, thanks. I'll have to try that sometime." Calc strove for sarcasm. "Hmmm....I wonder. Calculus quickly opened up another window and began rapidly altering code. "Let's see.....There!" "Aha! Got you again, I WHAT THE HECK?" Squall blinked twice as Calculus's mech disapeared from his scope. Calc grinned evilly, a grin that slowly faded as he studdied his screen. The computer offered view from his mecha was different, all right. He had definitely gotten the thing to teleport. But teleport to where exactly? From the screen he would almost be tempted to say that it was now in....Impro's backyard? Slowly he swiveled his chair to look out the window. ***** Kimberli sat comfortably on the couch and stared at the television set. What a weekend. And now she had three consecutive episodes of Star Trek: Voyager to watch before she could tape anymore. She gave out a startled oof when a large golden tomcat jumped into her lap and settled in. "Ugh. Ura, when did you get so heavy, eh? I know, don't tell me, I'm late for the party. C'mon, Ura, this television won't watch itself. Ouch!" Ura began kneading her leg rather viciously with his claws. "Okay, Okay, I'm going already! Sheesh!" ***** "Okay, this time for sure!" HottCoffee and Myth came marching into the living room, causing several heads to turn. "Ravi, there's no way you can't authenticate this." Myth pushed Elvis to the front of the bar. She and HottCoffee both were slightly disheveled, but their triumphant capture of the king made them walk a bit taller. Ravi consulted the master list. "It's Elvis, ladies. Elvis isn't on the list. Besides, I thought we got rid of that guy." "It's Zombie Elvis. Zombie, 80 points." HottCoffee pointed to the relevant item. "We found him in the kitchen trying to deplete our stores and menacing Iron Chef Chen Kenichi." "Yeah. We were kicking his butt for that just on principle when we realized he was a Scavenger Hunt item. So here we are!" Myth flashed a victory sign. "Where do you want him?" Ravi sighed heavily. "Put him behind the bar, I guess." "Hey, Ravi, you wanna come here for a second?" "Huh? Excuse me, ladies." He nodded to Myth and HottCoffee. Todd and Dan were standing in the doorway, waving him over. They each had an overexaggerated nervous sweatdrop, and were looking anywhere but at him. "What is it?" "You wanna take a look at our stuff, mark it on your list?" "What stuff?" "There was too much of it to bring inside at once. It's in the Ragnarok." Todd shrugged. "Really, you need to come see..." "Um, okay, let me get my list." Ravi dug out a copy of the list and followed the two out to their improvised landing pad. Dan led him into a cargo bay and he gasped. They actually had the entire Hollywood sign! "I guess this *would* be too big to cart in. Okay, what else have you got?" Todd was almost nervously shuffling in front of a giant silver platter they had set up on some crates. "Look, don't freak, okay?" He stepped aside and lifted the corner of the blanket. "Is that..." Ravi checked the list again, "..what I think it is?" He swallowed, taking a step closer. Todd nodded. "Epsilon's head on a platter." "Five hundred points, right?" Dan smiled. "Don't worry, it's still attached to the rest of him." "Oh, good. Hmmm..." Ravi quickly marked the points and items down on the sheet, his thoughts clicking rapidly. "Okay, anything else?" Todd and Dan both shrugged. "Okay, you know I have to take custody of these items until the end of the contest, right? But I really don't think anyone can top this...Help me load it, er, him, up on the hoverdolly." "Hoverdolly?" Dan looked confused. "Yeah, it's right over there....don't tell me you guys carted the sign off by *hand*?" "Well..." Dan turned to Todd, feeling the burn of his sore muscles. "You had a *hover dolly*?" "Well...." ***** Stephica's smile was starting to look a little forced. She was down two shoes and a stocking. She wasn't bad at battleship, but chess was a much surer win for her. Usually her aura kept opponents distracted, and easy prey. However, Jonatan didn't seem to be responding in the usual way, and it didn't help that the others were all looking over her shoulder as they played, generally annoying the heck out of her and getting on her nerves. To make it worse, it seemed that they had miscalculated. Stephica was wearing a decent number of items. It's not like she was scantily clad or anything. The problem was with Jonatan's jumpsuit. Unfortunately for her, it was actually made of several items, pinned, clipped and post-it-ed together. So while he was down two chains, an eviction notice and three pins, his losses had barely made a dent in his outfit. She was going to run out of items way before he even had to look into toeing off his shoes. ***** Kimberli checked to be sure she had everything before she set out. It would suck to get halfway to California and have to turn around because she'd forgotten her favorite hairtie or something. With a deep breath and a last reassuring stroke for the cat in the passenger seat she turned the key and revved the engine of her red SUV. Ten minutes later (and with some clawlike encouragement from Ura) she managed to talk herself into actually leaving the driveway. Toestop to the pedal she set off at three miles over the speed limit. ***** Ravi whistled to himself, pulling the hoverdolly behind him and trying to look innocent. It wasn't easy, what with all those maniacal giggles threatening to escape. Imagine it, Epsilon in the hands of the Impro Inquisition! Checking twice to make sure no one was watching, he quickly opened the door to the basement and turned to pull the dolly in after him. Unfortunately, he wasn't really all that experienced in the use of said hoverdolly, and didn't realize that they were not really designed to be used on stairs. Thus when it slipped and shot smoothly down the stairs, plowing through him in the process, he was mildly surprised and no little flattened. "Ouch!" "Halt! Who is it that dares enter the Secret Lair of Inquisition's Dominion!" "Ouch." "Huh?" Chris, er...High Commander Torquemada looked down to realize that he was actually standing on the newly fallen Ravi. "Oh, sorry, man. Anyway, who dares!" "It's me, Ravi," he pulled himself up and tried to dust himself off. At Chris's blank look he continued. "You know..... Ravi, your henchman? Bartender extraordinare? Impro Inquisition second-in-command?" Ardweden shot a glance from the corner where she sat, carefully constructing feathery wings. "I thought *I* was second-in-command," she commented. "Mnph vats Mnpobed." "That's RIGHT, Woof. Neovid IS currently second in command." Chris looked slightly surprised to see W4 still there. "Didn't we torture you into submission yet?" "Mphno." "Woof, is that you?" Ravi peered into the corner where W4 sat, bound and gagged, to a chair. "Mfyesh! Munphie Mme!" Ravi shrugged apologetically at W4, pointing subtley at Chris and making little crazy circles next to his ear. "Well I think you might want to promote me when you see what I've brought you...." Ravi wiggled his eyebrows dramatically as he presented the dolly. "Behold, I give you the Evil One himself, EPSILON!" Now usually when someone tries to give a dramatic presentation with some build-up, by the time it's over the main event has slipped it's bonds and escaped. However, in this instance Epsilon was right where he was supposed to be, bound and quite unconsious on the hoverdolly. Ravi took a moment to worry that the poor guy hadn't woken up yet. "Epsilon, the EVIL ONE? No way, *I* am the Evil One. No wait....that's right, I am the evil one." Chris counted on his fingers. "Or at least the Seriously Skewed Off to the Side of Evil One. Whatever! Anyway, Epsilon, I challenge you," he paused dramatically, "to a DUEL OF VILLAINY!" Epsilon continued his blissful rest, snoring just a little as he floated on a cushion of air. ***** Damien stood bravely at the gate to the school as the wave of schoolgirls crashed and broke around him. He looked slightly dazed, and three rather distinct slapmarks on his face complimented the many other bruises and scrapes. He was exhausted. This was the fifth school he was checking today, and after this one, maybe he could find a place to quietly pass out for a while. "Wai! American!" the girls gushed, "Kakkoi!" They clustered around him in small groups, smiling and jostling to get a little bit closer than everyone else, without actually getting close to him. Not being the type of guy that skulks outside of high schools cruising for chicks, he wasn't used to such attention. He was also not the type to draw a large crowd of said chicks, so Damien was understandably a trifle nervous. Especially after what had happened earlier this morning. "Konnichi-wa, minna-san. I'm looking for Pheobe, is anyone here Pheobe?" He pointed to the sign. On it was a crude sketch of a blonde haired woman and the name Pheobe written in English and katakana. There was even an attempt at Kanji that only the most forgiving and blind person could interpret as an attempt at Pheobe's name. He flipped the sign over. The other side said 'I am not a hentai freak, please do not slap/pound/scream at/run from me.' He had found the sign necessary after his first two schools. Of course, his approach at first had lacked subtlety. Walking up to the first student he saw, he had made the mistake of grabbing her arm and demanding she lead him to Pheobe. That explained one of the large red handprints on his face. The bruises were from her friends. When she had screamed "Hentai!" a rather large group of militant schoolgirls had appeared seemingly out of thin air. They had proceeded to pound him thoroughly into the ground. You'd think he would learn, but when he managed to crawl rather painfully to the second school on his list he had latched on to an ankle and inadvertantly gotten a modest pantyshot. "Where is Pheobe?" he mumbled, the slightest hint of drool leaking over his swollen lip. "Eek!" she had screamed at the pathetic, broken man on the ground. And Damien had gained two shiney new handprints. The crowd around him now was at least not armed to the teeth, and they appeared more interested than angry. It seemed none of them was actually bold enough to approach him, though. "Pheobe? Is there a Pheobe here, please?" He held his hands out in supplication and tried an encouraging little smile. It made his face hurt, but it was worth it. Whispers spread out in the crowd, and a small group stepped forward, determined to practice their english on the cute American. "I am not Pheobe." "Me neither" "Never heard of her." "You're kinda cute, though." "I like him, isn't he cute?" "What's wrong with us?" "You don't need this Pheobe..." "We'll make you forget about her," the first girl said they advanced upon him. "Forget....?" Damien trailed off, a wild hunted look in his eyes. Realizing his peril he turned to run, but the wave swelled around him and he was lost in the sea of jostling schoolgirls. ***** Blade struggled slowly, painfully, out of his jackety prison. "Why I oughtta...." he muttered to himself as he flexed his wings. Examining the jacket he read, "Property of Dan Wood. If found please return to yada yada yada yackety schmakety...." ***** Time moves differently for fanfic authors at a party, so three days later when Kimberli pulled into the drive at Chez Impro, it was only later that same day. She hopped out of the driver's seat with a great sigh of relief and stretched for all she was worth. Noticing Eslington loitering in the front yard, she waved him over. "Hey, wanna help me with this stuff?" She gestured to the trailer hitched to the back. "Which way to the kitchen?" Eslington ambled over cautiously. "Who're you?" "It's Kimberli, you know, Kimberli?" She struck a pose, her skate wheels shining in the fading light. "Kimberli, writer of the ever extended occasional chapter? Sometimes chatroom lurker? Fanartist of dubious merit?" She shook her nerf hockey stick. He just scratched his head. "Whatever. I brought food." "Oh, okay then." Eslington shrugged. "Where should I start unpacking?" "Don't bother, there's too much of it. Just help me tow this," she gestured to the trailer. "Does the kitchen have a door?" "I think so. Say, what's in here, anyway?" "Thanksgiving leftovers. And believe me, there's enough for everyone," she grimaced. ***** Nick thanked the driver and went around the side to help Blackmage with the cargo. Blackmage didn't bother to wait for the ramp. As soon as Nick opened the back of the truck he was out of it. "How was it, Blackmage? Wish I could have had the back of the truck." Nick leered slightly. "I wish you could've, too." In the sunlight you could see that Blackmage's face was more grey than shadow. From behind him in the truckbed you could hear a few girlish giggles and the occasional, "So I said, 'really, darling..." and also, "There better be some cheesy poofs inside!" "C'mon, let's get them unloaded and out of here. They're starting to make me gag." Blackmage's eyes had lost a good deal of their sparkle. Disillusionment will do that to a person. "Ladies, if you'll please grab a sign and come this way. Single file, please, into the house." Nick smiled so bright his teeth hurt. "Follow Blackmage, that's the way." Four score and seven model and actress wannabe's stumbled down the ramp in their completely non-practical high heeled shoes, each hefting a neighborhood watch sign in some way they thought might photograph well. "That's it, ladies, work it," he encouraged them as they paraded by him. Somewhere he had gotten ahold of some kind of video camera, and was attempting to get it all on tape. "Future generations of fanboys will thank me!" ***** Stephica smiled seductively across the table as she slowly slid off her other stocking, bombarding Jonatan, and incidentely everyone else in the room, with her aura of erotica. It didn't seem to phase Jonatan, though. Why wasn't it working? She turned to study her cohorts. Omi was staring deeply into her tub of grape jello, and Lus was hugging Jumanji to his chest with more than just casual interest. Roe stepped towards her, his gaze fixed on the stocking being oh so slowly peeled down her calf. "Oh, pigtailed girl, come, fly into my arms! I would date with URK!" Stephica nodded her thanks to Delfina, who's mallet was now firmly planted in the face of a chibified Roe. "Thanks, Delf-chan. Maybe you'd like to sign up as my designated 'beat them off with a stick'-er." Checking to make sure that she did *not*, in fact, have a pigtail, Steph returned her concentration to the game. Jonatan had only just found another of her ships. She, however had fared much better. Despite her earlier despair, she had indeed managed to strip him out of a rather large pile of clothes. He was down to two items left. One of those items of course was the labcoat he stubbornly refused to remove, and the other his adorable snoopy boxer shorts. She punched in her final move and was gratified to hear the little electronic bomb hit. Jonatan looked stunned. "You sunk my battleship." He looked down at his remaining clothes, and then at the gameboard again and smiled. "That was my final ship, though. Good game," he said to Stephica, and offered his hand to shake. Frustrated, she considered just trying to judo throw him and wrestle the darn coat off of him. Her partners in crime would back her up, she was sure. She stood and took his hand, bracing herself. "Hey Steph! Delf! Omi-chan! Come over here and look at this, will ya?" Illyria had been standing by the window overlooking the street. "What? It's just the Mystery Machine..." Delf gestured across the street. "No, LOOK!" A long line of beautiful plastic Californian type bimbo cliches were strutting single file in the front door of Chez Impro. "Hey, I don't recognize them. Those aren't Impro Girls, are they?" "I don't think so..." Illyria narrowed her eyes. "They're certainly NOT!" Delfina stared down at the interlopers. "This is OUR territory. Who do they think they are?" "Hey, isn't that Nick?" Omi asked. "How dare he insult us like this!" Steph reluctantly let go of Jonatan and the idea of tossing him on his butt, and went to join the cluster of girls at the window. "What's wrong?" "Impro girls aren't good enough. They've gone and imported some bimbos to OUR PARTY!" "Bimbo is kinda a harsh word," she admonished them, but then she looked out the window and saw for herself. "What the-.....oh no, they're going *down*!" She exclaimed. Illyria jerked her head. "Let's go." As an agry little troupe, they marched down the stairs, plotting some of that good old Ultra Violence and stomping all over each male they came into contact with. "ouch" muttered Jonatan from the floor. ***** Meanwhile, back in the livingroom, Blackmage had ushered in a large number of sign wielding supermodels. Soon there were so many young thin California girls in the room that there was no room left for the legitimate Impro-ers, who were mashed up against the walls. "Hey, where's Ravi? Need him to count so we can hand out the cheesy poofs and get these out of here." Blackmage looked for the absent bartender. Just then a siren could be heard outside as an ambulance sped past Chez Impro. The back doors flung open and a gurney fell out, miraculously steering itself straight up the walkway, through the door and into the living room. The fact that a few incidental models were knocked out of the way is irrelevant. Tameran's gurney wheeled to a stop directly in front of the bar, in easy reach of the alchohol and surrounded on all sides by the imported models. He blinked fuzzy eyes as he took in his surrounding. Either the drugs they had given him were really good stuff, or he had hit his head much harder than he'd thought. How else could he have ended up in heaven? ***** Ravi and Chris were both smirking maniacally as they stuffed Epsilon into the box. Ardweden struggled around them to add finishing touches to his costume. The makeup was quite a nice touch in completing his image. The origonal plan had required some 2 kilos of explosives be tarted up and sent to Thailand as a hermaphrodite with wings, thus giving Ardweden's ex boyfriend the kind of long distance surprise he seemed to like to give to others. However, with the advent of Epsilon falling into their evil clutches, they had reconsidered. What worse punishment for either of them, than each other? Chris took a moment to seal the crate securely and paper it with wards. Ardweden carefully lettered in the address while Ravi straightened himself out. The door at the top of the stairs burst open like a gunshot, and Delfina called down. "Ard-chan, you down there? Come on, we're going to dish out some carnage!" "Wai!" Ardweden jumped up and raced up the stairs in a cloud of dust. "I should probably go too," Ravi said. "They might miss me at the bar." He tossed his rumpled Inquisition robe over his arm and headed up the steps. "Hey, don't everybody leave me down here...." The High Inquisiter looked around at the dusty basement, the tied-to-a-chair host, and the crate, which had only just started to thump a bit as it's cargo finally stirred. "I'm hungry." He declared and threw off his Inquisiter robe. "C'mon, Woof!" he said, looking dubiously at the now violently rocking crate as he carted W4, chair and all, up the stairs and towards the kitchen. ***** Ravi stepped into the living room and stopped, confused. The room was jam-packed full of strange women. HottCoffee and Myth had retreated to the top of the bar in order to avoid being trampled, trying to control a ravenous Zombie Elvis. "Hey, what's going on?" "THAT," Illyria stated forcefully, "is what WE would like to know." The shuffling mob of barely restrained ImproGirls behind her nodded forcefully and glared impartially around the room. ***** Kimberli was skating gleefully around the kitchen as she unloaded a portion of her goodies, constantly getting in Chef Chen's way. Ura the armor cat was having the time of his life, painfully removing the last few chihuahuas that had lurked in the kitchen. "Ugh." Eslington carted a load of stuffing over to the counter. "I'm not sure if you'll find room in the fridge, what with all the jello." "Hmmm?" Kimberli questioned as surveyed the frighteningly empty fridge. "I shudder to think of where that grape jello went," Eslington shuddered. "Hey cool, food!" Chris enthused as he entered the kitchen, dragging a bound W4 behind him. "Mnph!" When the screams started, Kimberli whirled around, clutching her nerf hockey stick with the Fist of Death. "What was that?" Listening, she deduced, "All RIGHT! An ImproBrawl! C'mon Ura!" Slower than a speeding bullet she shot out of the kitchen and into the chaos. Lady Chaos, actually, who was also headed brawlward. "Sorry!" ***** New arrivals Tameran Silverclaw Kimberli WHERE IS EVERYONE!?! DamienRoc Japan Chris: kitchen Eslington: kitchen W4: kitchen(bound and gagged) Iron Chef Chen Kenichi: kitchen Twoflower: living room Calculus: living room Jake: living room Squall: living room Eternal Lost Lurker: living room Hottcoffee: living room Myth: living room Tameran: living room Ravi: living room Stephica: living room Omi no Miko: living room Illyria: living room Delfina: living room Ardweden: living room Kieth Richards: living room Zombie Elvis: living room scavenged models: living room Chaos: en route to living room Kimberli: en route to living room Ura: en route to living room Roe: attic (chibified) Jonatan: attic (half nekid) Lusipher: attic Epsilon: SLID(crated up) Blade: Outside Chez Impro Todd: onboard Ragnorak Dan: onboard Ragnorak NeoVid: GGG Fatman: GGG Aaron: The beach nihility (Eric): The beach Dragon: being the Impro taxi Random: the Impro Taxi Katy: the Impro Taxi Lawrence: still Lurking Anko: The deck Rain: near Chez Impro looking for slingshot Wang Tu Chun near Chez Impro in the van Jess: somewhere in Chez Impro Aaron Shattuck: driving in San Diego Yun Cheolsu: Lost in San Diego Mecha Tom Green: San Diego Chihuahuas: they're everywhere, man....