Deep within the bowels of the dungeon of the Impro Inquisition (the basement of Chez Impro for those of you who are not paying attention), Chris Nichols was triumphing in his plans to prove that he was more evil than Epsilon ever could be. "The only thing more ego-building than carrying out an plan, is to gloat about it in front of your rivals." With that, Chris then emerged from the basement to gloat over his triumph over the not-quite-as-evil-as-he-was-but-still-fairly-evil Epsilon. ========================================================================= Improfanfic Party, Part 26 "The Plot Begins To Simplify... Or Maybe Not." Written by Andrew "Fatman" Bentley with scene by Eslington ========================================================================= Above the basement of the Chez Impro, Epsilon continued his plans of plotting dissention between the Impro writers scattered throughout the party. "Are you sure you're not Epsilon? You sure do look like him." Epsilon fought hard to maintain his composure as he answered BlackMage. "Foo', I pity you for not realizing that I am Mr. T trapped within this handsome body that looks remarkably like the one you call Epsilon." "Oh, okay," BlackMage responded as he headed toward the karaoke machine. Epsilon struggled to contain his laughter. "It was all too easy to fool these simple-minded authors," he thought to himself. There was very little that could alter his good mood. "Uh, Epsi?" That was one of them. *SMACK* "Thou shalt NOT call me Epsi! More so now when we are believed to be Mr. T and Lawrence Chu." Had Epsilon turned around, he would have noticed Lawrence standing there above the prone body of Blade. "Boss, we may have a problem." "Not now, Blade! I must continue my plan." And with that, Epsilon went toward the kitchen, planning to destroy a vital component of the party by ruining the food. Blade slowly looked up at Lawrence and knew that he would suffer Lawrence's punishment for gimmick-infringement. ========================================================================= Jonathan then walked past the passed out, transformed Lusipher. Lurker and Wang saw Jon and pointed Lus out to him. Lurker asked, "Hey, Jon, don't you have another vial of that stuff to change Lus back to normal?" "What?!? Did you not see what happened to Twoflower when I used that stuff on him?" "Yeah...so?" was Lurker's reply. "Well... why not! Let's see what happens this time." With that, Jonatan poured the vial over the prone body of Lusipher. The people at ILM once again felt that someone, somewhere, was ripping off their work. And to the amazement of all present, Lusipher did not transform into a giant chicken. Instead, he returned to his normal shape. However, his skin had turned an interesting shade of orange. Lusipher then awoke feeling more like himself than he had for a while. "Hey, Lus, you're...better." Wang Tu Chun remarked. "Thanks, guys." "Well, we'd better go now." And they left before Lusipher could see himself in a mirror. ========================================================================= The improtaxi began its final approach toward Chez Impro, carrying the victors in the battle with the dreaded Mecha Tom Greene. Neovid stared at the roll of duct tape that had been left with nihility and him at Sea World. "How is this supposed to help problems at the party? Do we have lots of broken furniture?" "Knowing how this party has gone thus far..." nihility said. "So do you think Coyote knows something has happened at the Chez Impro?" Rags questioned. "Who knows? But what could have happened to Woofer's... remains?" wondered Random. A collective 'hmmm...' and 300 foot descent later, Random, Neovid, Rags, Aaron (not Shattuck), nihility, Jake, and Yun headed inside the Chez Impro. ========================================================================= Chris, still gloating to himself, wandered into one end of the kitchen at the same time Epsilon entered the other side of the room. Upon seeing his quarry, Chris let out a "Mwahahahahaha!" Unable to resist villainous maniacal laughter, Epsilon retorted, "Oohoh!... ugh... I mean... shut up foo' or I'll throw you helluva far!" Chris quirked an eyebrow at this. "So you are not my greatest rival in evil, Epsilon?" "Although Epsilon has more evil within him than you could ever muster, I am not he. I'm Mr. T, and I pity the foo' who thinks otherwise." Chris grinned and threw down the gauntlet, "Well then if you are Mr. T, why don't you grab that large guy over there and throw him 'helluva far'?" Fatman looked up from his food with the only intelligent thought one could have at this point. "Huh?" ========================================================================= Myth smiled mischeviously as she sat down next to Eslington, drawing his attention away from the television placed opposite him. "Hi, Myth," said Eslington. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask you what you were doing with that whip earlier..." "Well I was going to tell you about what H let Aaron do to me in the closet earlier, and-" "Er, you aren't going to tell me something that would crack a sane man's mind like a dry Pringle are you?" asked Eslington, sweatdropping. "No, silly," said Myth with a giggle. "I just wanted to explain this mark on my face." Myth pointed to a small patch of skin left of her eyes to illustrate her point. "That meanie Shuttack whipped me here when H was in control. For once, I'm glad she's so forward. I might have other marks if she wasn't..." "But, Myth," said Eslington, looking over her face in confusion. "There isn't a mark there." "Yes, there is," Myth smiled, "look closer." Eslington leaned over, trying to see the mark the young lady had allegedly acquired. Even this close he couldn't see anything, even when she was moving her head closer to him like th- "Gmph," said Eslington as Myth leaned forward to meet his face and pressed her lips against his. The kiss continued for a few seconds before Eslington leaned back. "Er..." he said intelligently. "Um... Oh my..." "Wai! That was good, Esli-chan!" said Myth. "Er... What's going on over there?" asked Eslington, changing the subject by pointing towards the crowd rapidly gathering by the kitchen. ========================================================================= The victors in the battle against Mecha Tom Greene entered into the house and heard a commotion emanating from the kitchen. Since it didn't sound like Iron Chef Chen Kenichi preparing food, the party hurried over there. A rather large crowd was gathering near the kitchen, all staring with blank looks on their faces. Neovid and the others peered around to see what was going on. They could hardly contain their laughter as they saw Epsilon attempting to lift Fatman, who was just standing there. Epsilon was continuously muttering, "I pity you *ouugh* since I'm gonna *ouugh* throw you *ouugh* helluva far." As sweatdrops were beginning to appear on the backs of many heads, Fatman decided that he had better do something other than just stand there and let Epsilon continue to make a fool out of himself, which Chris was finding quite entertaining. An idea suddenly entered Fatman's mind, and he could not resist. Fatman roared and lifted his right arm up into the air. Grabbing Epsilon by the throat, Fatman lifted him into the air and dropped him on the hard kitchen floor, shouting "FATMAN CHOKESLAM!" The crowd cheered, not at Fatman, but at the fact that Epsilon had been humiliated. As Epsilon's eyes rolled around in his head, he noticed a familiar writing utensil laying on the ground near him. Fatman had already noticed, "Oh, let me get this pen I found earlier." Epsilon slowly pulled himself up and said, "...ugh...Blade! Come!" Blade hurried toward his fallen mentor, "Yes, Epsi?" The entire crowd roared with one voice, "Shut up with the 'Thou shalt not call me Epsi!'" Epsilon was stunned for a brief second, then commanded Blade, "Blade, retrieve my pen from the large man there." Chris suddenly became interested in the pen as well. "No, give me the pen." Epsilon wanting it was reason enough for Chris to want it. "No. I found this pen and I'm going to keep it... unless..." "Unless what?" Epsilon and Chris said simultaneously. Fatman grinned and nodded to Roe, who was in the crowd. Fatman uttered one word:... "Panties." Roe understood Fatman's message and went to warm up the Playstations. ========================================================================= Twoflower was having a really bad day. He had been subjugated to hours of listening to Backstreet Boys, physically morphed into one of them, got drunk, and then he passed out. Twoflower seemed to remember something about large white feathers and fearing a colonel, but was not thinking about that at the moment. Instead, he was running for his life from a mob that seemed like size of the entire population of San Diego (which it was). Fortunately, the mob seemed to be in a trance-like state, which allowed Twoflower to stay ahead of the overwhelming swell of humanity. "Now where was Chez Impro?" wondered Twoflower as he escaped the mob. ========================================================================= With nothing else better to do at the moment, the crowd followed Fatman and the competing evil ones toward the gaming area within Chez Impro. "Ok," began Fatman, "whichever of you can defeat me in Rival Schools gets the pen." "That's my Evil Red Pen of Corrections!" Epsilon blared. "If you're going to make it the prize of your little contest, the least you can do is to name it correctly." Suddenly Dan, Delfina, and Omi (all of whom were in the crowd) remembered hearing something about that before. Delfina was the first to realize it fully, shouting, "Hey, that was on the scavenger hunt!" Fatman realized that he would have many challengers for the pen. "And just to show how easy it will be to succeed, I will play a practice round against Roe. This will not be for the pen, since I don't think he really wants it." Roe shook his head. Their epic battle commenced, and decommenced in a mere 60 seconds. Roe stook up and slowly walked away, "Man, white men can't play." Unseen by most of the crowd, both Roe and Fatman had evil grins on their faces. ========================================================================= Meanwhile, the terrors to all mankind known as Aaron Shattuck and Rain were still in the attic (thank goodness!) torturing the remains of the foolish neighbors. The latter part of their actions were greatly appreciated by Ardweden, Squall, Damien Roc, and Lady Chaos, since the quartet was tied to chairs at the other side of the attic. "I hope someone notices we are missing... and soon." Damien said. ========================================================================= *THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP* *SMASH* "Yoo-sah!" Fatman raised his fist. "No one can defeat the mighty team of Gan and Dan! Yahooie!" Epsilon reluctantly handed the controller to the next person in line. Then took Blade's spot telling him to go to the end of the line. Fatman and Roe's plan was proceding nicely. ========================================================================= Twoflower was getting tired, but he could not afford to slow down as the San Diegoite mob was still following him. "How much further is it?" he thought. Then he saw a welcome sight. "Iceberg dead ahead!" he triumphantly shouted. But he quieted a bit as the mob behind him groaned. "Soon I shall return to Chez Impro and take care of this mob," 2F chuckled. ========================================================================= Finally Chris Nichols got his shot at Fatman to claim Epsilon's lost prize. "By the way, Fatman, why did you refer to this as 'panties'?" Fatman grinned. "I'm getting your team, Roe." Roe grinned as well. Fatman selected Hinata2 and Sakura. After the loading screen, Chris's eyes went wide. "She doesn't have any pants on! Not even a fuku! Just a shirt and... panties!" Chris began to develop a small nosebleed. ========================================================================= Suddenly, in the midst of the crowd surrounding the gaming, Phoebe thought, "I wonder where Damien Roc is? Oh well..." ========================================================================= Chris handed the controller to the next person in line, but stood facing Fatman (after wiping his nose), and proclaimed, "You may have stopped me now, but I have proven that I am more evil than Epsilon. Mwahahahahaha!" Many in the crowd sweatdropped. Roe finally asked, "Well, what did you do to supposedly beat Epsi..." "Thou shalt not..." *SMACK* Epsilon was knocked down for once. "...As I was saying. What have you done to win the evilness contest?" Before Chris could answer (or laugh maniacally again), Twoflower burst in the nearby front door, immediately slamming it behind him. The entire crowd peered over at Twoflower. "...Must...run...hide...from...mob..." Twoflower panted. Chris Nichols began to laugh maniacally again. All eyes turned to Chris. "Whoever beats the information out of him gets the pen!" Fatman declared. All mouths (except for Chris's) formed evil grins. "I did not expect this. Well, what are you going to do?" Chris demanded. Twoflower yelled, "No one expects the True Impro Inquisition!!!" ========================================================================= ColdFury was unaware of all that had transpired within Chez Impro over the past few minutes as he was still at the GGG. He didn't notice Twoflower rush inside and slam the door. But he began to notice as a pair of Californians he had not seen before enter to GGG. "Hello there." ColdFury offered. But no response was returned. Then two more entered the gaming sphere. Then five more. At this point, ColdFury decided to leave the GGG. Once outside of it he was very glad he did. He saw more people nearing Chez Impro than he had ever seen in his life before. Deciding that several thousand (if not more) people nearing was a good sign to get away, he made a dash for the front door. But Twoflower had locked the door after he entered, so ColdFury was shut out. Fortunately, ColdFury hurried around and entered the yet unlocked back door, which he promptly locked. "Has anyone else noticed the large crowd outside?" But no one was nearby. Wandering around briefly, he ran into Phoebe. "Hey, Phoebe, where is everyone?" "I think I heard they went down to the basement." "Thanks... if everyone else is down there, why aren't you?" "I... have something to take care of first..." "...Okay." ColdFury then turned and headed toward the basement. ========================================================================= Jesse was not expecting the basement to receive this many occupants this soon. But then, no-one expects the basement to receive so many occupants this soon. However, since Chris did not look in a good mood, Jesse figured his gloating might not have gone well. Calculus saw the comfy chair as he was coming down the stairs. He made a bee-line for it, then told ravi, Steve Scougall, and HottCoffee to place Chris on the nice torture rack that had been recently added. With Chris Nichols now captive, the official questioning could begin as soon as everyone entered the basement. ========================================================================= Suddenly, on the way to the basement, Nick thought, "I wonder where Damien Roc is? Oh well..." ========================================================================= Outside, the mob became slightly distracted by the sudden attack of several angry chihuahuas. ========================================================================= With about forty people down in the basement, it was quite crowded. But no one seemed to notice as there was a pressing question to answer. "Confess!!" screamed Anko and Kimberli. "Mwahahahaha!! This only proves that I am more evil than Epsilon!" "Confess!!" chimed in Illyria and Kate. "Never!! I am the most evil one here!! Mwahahahaha!" "Confess!!" yelled Stephica and Robin at the top of their lungs. More maniacal laughter from Chris followed. "I can see that this is not going anywhere," Twoflower began. "So, we must move to more drastic methods. Bring me... the headset." Mark Poa brought forward a portable CD player with headphones. "Thank you. Now, Chris, if you don't tell us what you did and how we can undo it, I will subjuct you to the worst punishment any man could ever endure." Twoflower whispered the punishment into Chris's ear. Chris began to sweat profusely. "Not that! Almost anything but that!" "Confess!!" screamed Katy and Tameran. "OK! I caused the entire population of San Diego to go after Twoflower! There! Are you happy now? I have proven that I am more evil than Epsilon! I am the most evil person here! Mwahahahahaha...*MUMPH* Neovid had taken the opportunity to duct tape Chris's mouth shut. The few seconds of silence were enjoyed by all. "Well, we got him to confess, but what are we going to do about the mob out there?" inquired Stephica. "Perhaps we could sic Aaron Shattuck and Rain on them?" offered ravi. "No, not even a mob deserves that fate...yet," Roe responded. The creaking walls told everyone that the interrogation had better finish soon. ========================================================================= Outside, the mob had become less distracted by the chihuahuas when they realized none of the dogs were representing Taco Bell. ========================================================================= Back in the basement of Chez Impro, Twoflower looked down at Chris. "Now, no more maniacal laughter or else... You get the torture." Chris nodded in silent agreement. "Okay..." Twoflower continued, "Someone remove the tape from Chris." Roe grinned, stepped forward, and ripped the tape off of Chris's face. Needless to say, Chris did not enjoy that experience. "Now... what do we do to get that mob back to normal?" "Well if you hadn't destroyed my normalizer, I..." Epsilon chimed in. "Shut up, Epsi!" Twoflower retorted. "Thou shalt not..." "IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!" declared Twoflower. "Now, Chris, what do we do?" "And how does it involve duct tape?" nihility asked. "What was that?" Twoflower responded. "How did you know?" Chris wondered. "I told them." Suddenly everyone looked at Coyote, who was coming down the basement stairs. "Well, how did you find out?!?" Chris screamed. "...lucky guess." Cue multiple facefaults. "Ok, I'll tell you how to return them to normal. You must drop duct tape on them from at least 500 feet in the air." "No problem then. Dan, go get the Ragnarok," Twoflower said. "Sorry, 2F, but Todd left with it, and he's not coming back to the party," Dan responded. "Ok, then, how about the dragon?" "Do you really want to try to drop duct tape from a dragon?" Random asked. "Not really, but do we have any other options?" "Well..." Fatman started, "If my jet is still out there, we can get high enough above them, and it has enough space to hold as much duct tape as we need." "I think we have our solution," Roe said. "Not quite," Fatman responded, "My plane is a bit out there, and there are too many people outside to take off. I don't see getting to the jet without a distraction of major proportions, which shouldn't be too hard around here." ravi piped up once again, "We could send Shattuck and Rain out there. That would be sure to cause a ruckus." "With the walls sounding like they are about to give way, I think that it may be necessary to use them for the distraction we need. So who's going to go get them?" 2F wondered. "Well, I know Rain, and since he's the more sane of the two, I'll go try to reason with him." Roe offered. "After all, I wouldn't mind watching them cause some mass destruction." "Good job," Calculus declared, "I commend you if you survive an encounter with Shattuck and about million entranced Californians." "Just for backup, I'll take Neovid with me." "Huh?" Neovid responded. "Good idea," Calculus agreed. "Now hurry up. We don't know how much longer these walls will hold." Having no say in the matter, Neovid accompanied Roe to the scariest place within Chez Impro: wherever Aaron Shattuck was. ========================================================================= Roe and Neovid made the dangerous trek toward the attic. Normally, it would be a simple task, but with Aaron Shattuck up there, who knew what dangers lay ahead. Neovid carefully and slowly opened the hatch to the attic. "Roe," Neovid said in a muffled voice. "There's two corpses up there." "Anyone you recognize?" "Nope. I'm going to try to sneak in there." Neovid looked at himself for a moment. "I'm hoping they're too occupied to notice me." "Good luck... you'll need it." "Thanks." Neovid then slowly re-opened the hatch and slowly made his way through the opening. Then his worst fears were realised. "Oh look... a new playmate!" "OH CRAP!" Neovid thought. "Hey, uh... is Rain up here?" "What! You didn't want to see what a squirrel's spleen looks like?" Neovid felt his stomach turn. "Not right now... but I may know some nice people who would." Rain finally noticed who had entered the attic. Ignoring Neovid, he came over to Roe. "Play me in Rival Schools?" "Not right now, but I... no, the entire party needs your help." Neovid took the opportunity, having seen the fear-stricken captives, to free Damien Roc, Ardweden, Lady Chaos, and Squall. He told them to head down to the basement. They followed his orders quite quickly. Roe continued, "You see, Rain, we have a problem." Before Roe could say any more, Aaron Shattuck interrupted. "Hey, Rain, ever see so many people before?" Rain hurried over to see. "Wow." "Yea... now Rain, we need you and Mr. Shattuck there to go distract those people out there for a while. Can you do that?" "I need a few things..." "Like what?" "A really large slingshot, ammo, and some guacamole." "What's the guacamole for?" "...Just in case..." Roe took this pause to whisper something into Rain's ear. Both then grinned most evilly. "Ok, then... Neovid, go talk to Twoflower and see what he'll give you." "Will you be alright, Roe?" "Don't worry I can blink teleport. I'll be okay." "Fine. Just stay put, and I'll be right back." Neovid left the attic quickly, not knowing if they would actually stay put. Fortunately, Rain and Aaron saw this as an opportunity to see who could stand still the longest. Roe decided he would observe the deranged ones to see who would win. ========================================================================= Somehow during all the commotion, Lusipher was still at the bar, blissfully unaware of the happenings right outside. Damien Roc saw Lus as he decided that he might want to get some drinks for people down in the basement. Damien succeeding in refraining from making any remarks about Lusipher's current skin color, and mentioned, "Hey Lus, why are you still in here?" "Why? What's going on?" "Well, the whole house is surrounded by possibly a million entranced Californians, and we're so desperate, we're sending Aaron Shattuck outside to distract them while some others try to permanently remove the mob from the area." "Oh. Is that all?" Lusipher paused and took another drink. "Everyone is heading down to the basement, as it would probably be the safest place. Come on." Damien Roc grabbed Lusipher and dragged him down to the basement. ========================================================================= Neovid arrived at the basement and said, "Well, Twoflower, they want some weapons to take outside to fend off the horde. What do you want to do?" "Let me weigh the options. Give Aaron Shattuck weapons, or let a mob of a million plus people overwhelm and probably kill us." "I know. It's a hard choice..." Calculus said. "We better give them some weapons. Neovid, go tell them to take what they can find and get out there." "Gotcha', Twoflower." Chris cleared his throat. "Ahem, the mob is aimed precisely at Twoflower. If he stays nearby, the mob will continue to roam nearby." "Why are you telling us this?" Calculus questioned. "Well, I figure if this fails, I might die too if they destroy the house. So I'm going to do what gives me the best chance of survival." "Okay... let me think." Twoflower demanded. "Eslington, can't you teleport?" "Yeah, what do you need me to do?" "Okay, here's the plan. When Aaron Shattuck and Rain go to distract the mob, Eslington will teleport me somewhere else. Given these two distractions, the mob should disperse enough so that Fatman can get to his jet and get those people back to normal." "I'll need some help dropping that duct tape from the JUMBO JET," Fatman chimed in. "So who wants to go with me?" The silence was almost deafening. "Thanks for the vote of confidence. How about Delfina, Omi, and Dan?" "Why should we go with you?" Fatman thought for a second. "Is not saving Chez Impro enough of a reward for you?" A semi-dramtic pause ensued. "Okay, you can have Epsilon's pen." "We're in!" Delfina and Omi replied in unison. Dan groaned slightly, but this was better than the scavenger hunt on the Ragnarok. This would be for the benefit of all improers. And besides, no Leonardo DiCaprio this time. ========================================================================= Neovid returned to the attic. Before he could open his mouth, he was surprised to see Roe taunting Rain to move with a box of pocky. Recovering nicely, Neovid said, "Hey, Rain. Twoflower said you could take whatever weapons you could find. So why don't you and Mr. Shattuck there get going?" Both Rain and Aaron remained still. "Can we move now?" Rain asked. "Yes, you can! Go arm yourselves and wreak havoc in the name of Impro! But just try to not to kill anyone..." Neovid glanced across the attic looking at the corpses. "...else." Neovid then hurried to get his team ready and to avoid Aaron Shattuck as much as possible. Roe decided to blink teleport back to the basement just to see what everyone else was doing down there and what he could do to "liven" things up. ========================================================================= No one noticed that Epsilon and Blade had slipped out of the basement. "Blade, now that we know their plans, we can start plotting our next move." "Um...okay, boss." "As soon as we get an opening, we should make a break for it and regroup elsewhere." "Gotcha' boss. I'm amazed, boss." "For what, Blade?" "Going an entire scene without having you hit me." "That can be arranged." *WHACK* "Guess I spoke to soon." ========================================================================= Returning to the basement, Neovid confirmed that his part of the mission was complete. "Twoflower, those guy are going to start causing choas any minute now." Fatman opened his mouth again, "So let me see if we all know the plan. When we first hear the screams, Eslington will teleport with Twoflower... to where exactly?" "I don't know... the Grand Canyon or somewhere," Twoflower responded. "Then Dan, Delfina, Omi, and myself will then make a dash for my jet. Once there we will then be able to dump loads of duct tape over the mob. Does that encompass the entire plan?" "Sounds good to me," chimed in Calculus, still in the comfy chair. "So all we do now is wait for the screams..." All were certain that the waiting would not last long. ========================================================================= Rain, rummaging through the house for weapons, happened upon the game room within Chez Impro. He smiled, pointed it to Aaron, and said, "Spare Parts." The two insane ones then giggled into maniacal laughter. ========================================================================= Back in the basement, Roe saw Phoebe. He pulled her over to one side of the room and blink teleported them to an upstairs room. "Why did you do that, Roe?" "I have some plotting that I want to share with you." Roe then divulged his latest scheme to Phoebe, grining evilly. "You know, I had something similar in mind," Phoebe replied. Roe then blink teleported back to the basement in order to conceal his plotting from the others at the party. ========================================================================= Had anyone in the basement seen what the game room looked like now, they would be shocked. Rain had taken parts from every console, every computer in the room, and had built a formidable arsenal... in about three minutes. "Ready to rumble, Aaron? HeHeHe... Let the screaming commence!" ========================================================================= The first scream from the mob was measured at 89 decibels. Eslington teleported Twoflower and himself away from the house. Fatman then lead Dan, Delfina, and Omi no Miko up and out the front door straight for the jet. Among the chaos of the disrupted mob, they were able to safely make it to the JUMBO JET. "We just have to wait a minute or two for the jet to warm up and hope we have room for take off," Fatman said. ========================================================================= Twoflower opened his eyes to an unwelcome sight. Five hundred feet below him was the Colorado River. "Where are we, Eslington?" "I took your suggestion and brought us to the Grand Canyon, but I guess my precision was a bit off." "Well, can't you move us a bit?" "Not yet. I have to rest a while before teleporting again, as it somewhat drains my staff. I do not want it to burn out, and also if we move so dramatically again in a short period of time, there is no telling what that mob would do." Peering below the narrow ledge they were on, Twoflower inquired, "Well, how long until we can move?" "I'd give it at least five minutes." Twoflower looked down and sweatdropped. It was going to be a long five minutes. ========================================================================= The diversion by the insane ones was going better than anyone planned, what with Rain developing his arsenal. Suddenly Rain came upon the GGG. "BUTTONS!" he yelled. No one else would play games within the GGG again; Rain quickly dismantled it and used the parts to upgrade his arsenal. "They said no killing people, but they said nothing about maiming them or causing them pain!" Malicious giggling ensued. ========================================================================= "We're prepped for launch. And we've got plenty of room for takeoff too. Atomic batteries to power. Turbines to speed." "Huh?" huhed Dan. "Oh, I've always wanted to say that. Anyway, let's go!" The massive aircraft slowly built up speed and lifted off of the ground. "Man! I didn't think this crate would get off of the ground," Omi remarked. "Well, it's no luxury liner, but it's better than my car. Anyway, why don't you get the duct tape ready to drop out of the cargo door?" Delfina, Omi, and Dan sweatdropped. "Well?" "I think we forgot one minor detail, Fatman," Delfina said. "What?" "We didn't bring any duct tape with us." "No problem. I should have plenty in the back." The gold medal in the triple facefault category was awarded. "Why don't you go check the closet in the back." Recovering nicely from their facefaults, they headed to the back. Opening the closet door, they received a bit of a shock. There was a guy sitting in the closet, using duct tape to entertain himself. "Hello...?" said Omi. He looked at them strangely. "Hi. I'm VVerevvolf!" "What are you doing?" asked Delfina. He stared at them like they had three heads (which combined, the three of them did, for those of you not paying attention). Slowly he explained, "I'm making a deathray out of duct tape." They closed the closet door. Delfina returned to the cockpit. "Uh, Fatman, there was this guy sitting in the closet back there calling himself VVerevvolf." "Oh yeah. I had forgotten about him. Listen; he's a bit crazy in case you hadn't realized already." "I think we discovered that already." "I don't even know why I let him come along with me in the first place. Anyway, go tell him that Rain is outside and that he would like his help. Once he starts to move, all of you run to the cockpit. Ok?" Delfina returned to the back and courageously opened the closet door once again. "Uh, VVerevvolf?" "Well? What do ya want?" "Fatman told me that 'Rain was outside' and that Rain would like your assistance in his current endeavor." "Is he causing chaos and mass destruction?" "...probably." Omi mused. "Cool! Sounds like fun!" VVerevvolf then opened the cargo bay door and jumped out of the plane. Once Fatman saw that he was clear of the plane, he flipped the switch that closed the cargo bay door. Omi, Dan, and Delfina walked slowly back toward the cockpit. "Did he just commit suicide?" Dan asked. "Unfortunately not. Look." They looked out and saw VVerevvolf floating down to the ground using a gray parachute. "He's crazy, but he can be quite intelligent at times... a very dangerous combination. Anyway, was there enough duct tape back there?" "Probably," Omi answered. "Good. Well, let's get ready to do our job." ========================================================================= The WHO and the WHERE (forget the what, when, and why for now): Aaron: Basement Aaron Shattuck: Outside causing mayhem Anko: Basement Ardweden: Basement BlackMage: Basement Blade: Basement Calculus: Basement - Comfy Chair Chris: Basement ColdFury: Basement Coyote: Basement Damien Roc: Basement Dan: JUMBO JET Delfina: JUMBO JET Epsilon: Basement Eslington: Grand Canyon Eternal Lost Lurker: Basement Fatman: JUMBO JET H: Basement HottCoffee: Basement Jake: Basement Jesse: Basement Jonatan: Basement Kate Malloy: Basement Katy: Basement Kimberli: Basement Illyria: Basement Lady Chaos: Basement Lawrence: Basement Lusipher: Basement Mark Poa: Basement Myth: Basement NeoVid: Basement Nick: Basement nihility (Eric): Basement Omi no Miko: JUMBO JET Phoebe: Basement Rain: Outside causing mayhem Rags: Basement Random: Basement ravi: Basement Robin: Basement Roe: Basement Squall: Basement Stephica: Basement Steve Scougall: Basement Tameran: Basement Todd: Gone; with the catguys Twoflower: Grand Canyon VVerevvolf: Outside - about to join the fray Wang Tu Chun Basement W4: Still a missing greasy spot. Oy. Yun Cheolsu: Basement Chippy: Glove compartment Cousin Pete: Dead - Attic Evil Neighbors From Hell: Next door to Chez Impro (maybe) Hardhead Fred: Dead - Attic The Denizens of San Diego: ALL around Chez Impro Iron Chef Chen Kenichi: Kitchen Jess: Chez Impro Keith Richards: Dragon's Stomach Leonardo DiCaprio: Dead Dragon: Surprisingly not munching on the mob Mecha Tom Green: Dead and staying that way Quistis: Wuffling in the bar Ragnarok: Headed off with the Catguys in store Ura: Bar Zombie Elvis: Still Dead - Bar Author's Notes, Rants, and Ravings... First off, thanks to Lawrence Chu, who wrote the last part with enough dangling strings to give me some sense of direction to take this. Secondly, thanks to Roe, Myth, Rain, and VVerevvolf for ideas with scenes involving them. Thirdly, thanks to my pre-readers: Woofer, Eslington, Roe, Stephica, Myth, & Phoebe. Whee, this was a fun ride. I think I actually accomplished mentioning EVERY Impro member in some way, shape, or form. Good luck, VVerevvolf on your next part. Writing this stuff does gets easier every time. And, yes, Todd, I did read your post on the MB, and will relay to VVerevvolf that you don't mind being brought back, it just was convienent for me that you (mainly the Ragnarok) was elsewhere and not returning soon. And just to see if it gets any responce, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT!!! Email me at ==> abentley@shaman.cs.ulm.edu <== it's not that hard to copy! Or let me know whenever I stumble into the chat room #improfanfic for those of you who haven't been there.