Angelcat was bored. She couldn't find her friends, no one wanted to do karaoke with her, and she was out of ice cream. She meandered aimlessly through the house, searching for some sign of life. "Why doesn't anything interesting ever happen to me?" she cried. Six turns and two dark staircases later, Angelcat found the door that promised to the be everything she wanted. "Really Interesting Room. Excitement Guaranteed," she read. "Finally! Let's go, Sporkachu!" Ignoring Sporkachu's worried squeaks, she pushed open the door and walked in. "Wai!" ---------------------------------------------------- ImproParty #40: It's My Party, I'll Wai if I Want To by Angelcat Hosted by Improfanfic Created by W4 ---------------------------------------------------- "Hi Ard!" Mark Poa greeted. "Glad you made it back fine." "Hola to you, too, Mark," Ardweden replied. "Enjoying the party so far?" Mark shrugged. "Well, the being killed part kind of dampened the fun." Ard nodded in agreement. "Hanging around with Jon, Vid, and Steve was fun. Being bishounenized was kind of interesting, but it really wasn't me. And then there was that almost-wedding of yours that was a bit weird. No offense intended." "None taken," Ard assured him. "So where are you off to now?" "I was going to look for W4 again. I still haven't seen him around." "But, Mark...W4's dead." "You mean, W4's dead?" Mark asked, genuinely surprised. Ardweden nodded. Steven Scougall chose that moment to come in. "What's happening here?" Steven asked. "W4's dead?" Mark asked again, in shock. "I'm sorry to say, but he is," Ard said. "I've been hanging around here the whole time, and I didn't realize he was dead?" Mark slapped himself on the forehead. "It happened even before we came here," Steven explained. "I thought you would have heard about it by now." Mark shook his head. "I dunno. It feels that particular plotline in my life wasn't being followed up on. I honestly thought he was just around. This is a huge place, after all." He shrugged and checked his mini-palm computer. "Well, I guess that means I don't have much reason to stay long. I was going to look for him before I went home." "You're leaving?" Ard inquired. "I was going to leave anyway," Mark said with a grin. "I'm way behind on school work." "Nerd," Steven teased. Mark shrugged. He pushed a few more keys on the mini-palm computer. "I think there's going to be a passing plane going to the Philippines in a few hours. I'll stay till then." "Well, best say goodbye to everybody then," Ard suggested. -------- "Who would have thought that excitement would be so dull?" Angelcat wondered as she took in the room around her. It was painted in muted grays and browns and completely empty, with the exception of a remote control on a pedestal in the middle of the room. The remote had a single button. It was big, it was red, and it was shiny. Angelcat's eyes glittered and she pounced on the button. *click* Nothing happened. As Angelcat moved to click the button again, she noticed the small card sitting next to the remote. "Congratulations. Your life is now Interesting." Angelcat smiled brightly and pocketed the remote for luck. "Wai!" -------- By ones and twos they gathered, slipping away from the congregated masses and making their way silently to the previously agreed-upon meeting place. The notes of summons had been destroyed, of course; this was a thing of secrecy. The faint, slightly pungent smell of mildew tickled their nostrils as they made their way down the steps. From hidden corners in the darkness, the scurrying of rodentia large and small could be heard, and the astute ear would attest to the faint sounds of human suffering. Dim, dingy forty-watt bulbs provided the only light around, aside from the parrafin candles being carried. And so it was that five shadowy figures convened in the Ultra Super Secret Sub-basement. Well, four shadowy figures and a girl in an aardvark costume. But it was an *ubercute* aardvark costume, which was so good and wholesome and waiful and cute that it tipped right over the scale and ended up lodged firmly in "Evil and Shadowy" territory. "Well," Grand Inquisitor Torquemada said gruffly, looking around. "We're all here. Might as well call this meeting to order." He slammed his palm down on the tabletop. He was met by the mute nods of his compatriots and conspirators. "We face a most serious and grave problem, my friends." "And what's that?" NeoVid asked. Torquemada reached up and pulled back his hood. Chris looked around at his friends. "The problem is that I'm sick and tired, and worst of all... I'm bored." Flibbity Wumpus gasped loudly. "Say it ain't so!" "It is so." Flibbity Wumpus fidgeted. "But how can you be bored? We're the *Inquisition*! The scourge and terror of the Party!" "It was... It's not any more." Chris shook his head sadly. "It used to be that dragging some author down here and tossing 'em in the chair would be enough to put a big ol' smile on my face. But now, it just doesn't mean anything any more. We're the laughingstock of this entire get-together." "That's no reason to quit," NeoVid protested. "No, it's the *best* reason to quit." Chris looked up and stared each of the Inquisition members in the eye, one by one. "You know what they have now? Impro Inquisition *greeting cards*." He sneered in disgust. "Greeting cards! Little happy superdeformed well-wishing Inquisitioners on cheap bits of cardboard, proclaiming 'Wai! We're evil!' Feh." "Sorry! That'd be my fault," Ravi apologized. "It was a marketing idea that fell through. We did turn a tidy profit, though!" He shrank under Chris' glare. "You can't just end the Impro Inquisition!" Ardweden chipped in quickly, drawing Chris' attention. "I mean, we're comic relief! We provide a less-than-competant menace for the other authors to use for pratfalls and sight gags!" "Not really," Ravi started. "I mean, that was the intended purpose of our merry gang of torturers and ne'er-do-wells, but people have just sort of ignored most of us. Hell, Ard, most people don't even remember you're part of the Inquisition." He stopped to frown slightly. "You've had subplots... heck, you even got married. *Twice*. But Chris? He's only been portrayed as a buffoon and a fallguy, and even that only occasionally. And Zereth over there? Hell, he wasn't even written into this story. He was transplanted from *Girls with Guns*, for crying out loud." Ardweden gasped. "Not 'Girls with Guns'!" "Yes. 'Girls with Guns'." Ardweden turned and looked at Zereth in a new light. She shuffled two steps to the left. "Ewwwwwwwww." "I don't know about this..." Zereth the Flibbity Wumpus said. "This feels an awful lot like giving up. We can't just stop... There is still much work to be done!" "But what will we do if we don't disband?" Ravi asked. "What have we *been* doing?" "We could," Torquemada said, glaring at Flibbity Wumpus, "Just feed you to the Man-Eating Cow. I'm sure she'd love that." He smiled ferally. "Moooooooooo!" she agreed, before wandering off-screen again, likely to never return. "Well, we could jump out and grab people when they least expect it and force them to sit in the Comfy Chair..." "That's sort of been done," Ardweden answered, facepalming. "Besides, people *like* the Comfy Chair. Look, they're queueing up out there for the chance to sit in the Chair! Just an hour ago, I saw Tabris running around wearing a t-shirt that said 'I want to be kidnapped by the Inquisition and forced to sit in the Comfy Chair!'. It isn't much of a punishment." "Okay, fine, I know an easy way to decide this." Ravi started digging through his pockets. "Okay," he said. "This stone is polished turquoise. It was dug up in Northern Swaziland over 2000 years ago. It was blessed by a tribal shaman in prehistoric Uzbekistan, charged with the powers of the Ut-Wig spirits, and imbued with the power of wai. Until three years ago, it was locked away in an underground vault in Normal, Illinois, where it was being used to ensorcel Beer-Nuts so that they would be so damn addictive. And now, it is ours." "What are you going to do with it?" NeoVid asked, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "Oh, nothing special. I just was trying to find *this*!" Ravi reached further into his pocket and pulled out a shiny quarter. "And what do we do with that?" "It's a coin. We flip it." "Oh." Chris took the quarter from Ravi's hand. "Heads, we call it quits. Tails, the Inquisition continues." He tossed the coin into the air. The entire group watched with bated breath as the coin slowly tumbled through the air, arcing gracefully before beginning its return journey to the warm embrace of the Earth Mother below. Unfortunately for the small circle of Denver-minted monetary goodness, the table was in the way. The coin struck the surface of the table and bounced up once before landing. On its edge. "What do we do if it lands on it's side?" asked Zereth, scratching his head. "Its," Calculus supplied, handily. "Whatever." Ardweden blinked. "Where did you come from?" "I have always been here." *thwap* "Ow. I'm going, I'm going..." Calculus said, beating a hasty retreat. "Anyway... we flip it again," Chris grumbled as he flipped it again. The coin repeated its previous performance, landing neatly on its side. "Wow.. that's creepy. Lemme try!" Ardweden flipped the coin in to air enthusiastically. The cheer melted from her face as it landed -- yet again -- on its side. NeoVid leaned over and blew at the quarter. "It won't fall over. I think this means something." "Come on, flip it again. It's bound to land right sooner or later..." -------- Angelcat skipped cheerfully down the hallway. In her heart, birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and Sporkachu was being more cuddly than ever. "Today is going to be a fun fun sunshiny day, ne, Sporkachu?" "Spork!" cheered Sporkachu. "Wai! Kawaii!" Angelcat hugged Sporkachu and spun in a circle, colliding with Eslington as he passed on the landing. Eslington rubbed the back of his head. "Owww..." "Oops! Sorry!" Angelcat leaned over and helped him to his feet. "Are you okay?" "Yes, I'm fine, thank you. I don't recall if we've met. I'm Eslington, and you must be Angelcat." Angelcat blinked. "That's right... how'd you know?" "There aren't many catgirls around here... It kind of sticks out." "Don't be silly!" Angelcat laughed. "I'm not a catgirl in real life, just in chat!" She lifted up her hair. "See, just normal...ears...Wait... Those aren't my ears!" She froze as her fingers found soft fuzz, which extended up into two large pointed ears. One of them twitched, and she felt her tail flick back in confusion. Tail? She turned her head and gasped as she saw a long, fluffy, perfectly white tail swishing back and forth. "oh my..." Eslington grinned. "I've always thought catgirls were cute. Cute and cuddly and soft and huggable..." Angelcat frowned as she saw where the convsersation was going. "Umm.. I have to go now, byebye!" She took off running down the stairs. "Wait! I want to ask you something!" Eslington yelled after her as he followed her growing trail of dust. -------- Chris Nichols was a very bored Chu. Okay, so he wasn't a Chu at all, but he was bored. Well, not bored, so much as extremely frustrated. And not in a good way. Ardweden was scowling at the coin. She had taken off her uniform and was eying the thin disk angrily. "That's it! No more nice aardvark!" she shouted as she flung the coin into the air. "Take... THAT!" And yet again, the coin refused to make a choice. "Wah! The baka coin is MOCKING me!" Ardweden wailed. "Okay, we'll try this one more time," said ChrisN as he tossed the quarter into the air. Even banging his head repeatedly on the table didn't keep the coin from balancing perfectly on its side. "That's 235 times!! That's it! NO MORE!" >From around the room, the wearied members of the Inquisition nodded in agreement. They'd flipped so much their thumbnails were beginning to get sore. Suddenly, Zereth perked up. "Hey, wait! NeoVid, you have that "Chaos Power" stuff, right?" "Yeah, what about it?" "So maybe THAT'S why it isn't working." "Yeah, I bet you're right! Get him!" And submitting to the temptations of mob mentality, the other four members of the Impro Inquisition fell upon the hapless NeoVid and shoved him out the window. There was a brief moment of silence. "Now let's try again!" Chris said, clapping his hands. Fingers were crossed. Wood was knocked upon. Small woodland creatures were offered up as burnt sacrifice. But in the end... "Damn! It *still* didn't work?!" Ravi shrugged. "I guess not." ChrisN sighed. "Fine. The Inquisition's over, people. Go home." "Do I-" "No you may not keep your robe, Zereth. I want those back." Chris paused. "On second thought, you'd better dryclean yours first." Ardweden raised her hand. "Um, how did we get a window in the basement?" "Shhhhh!" -------- Ravi and Ardweden stood in the hallway after returning their uniforms and leaving the former Inquisition headquarters. Ardweden stretched and yawned. "So what do we do now?" "This is the Impro Party. I'm sure we'll find something to do if we wander around enough." "Good point!" Ardweden grinned and turned towards the main room. As she walked, something bright and shiny caught her eye. "A remote? I wonder what it's for." She carried the remote to the nearest television and pushed the button. "It isn't working." She pushed it again. "Here, let me try." Ravi pointed the remote at the TV and pushed the button. "Maybe the battery is dead. Let's go see if anyone has any spares." Ardweden nodded and the search began. -------- "Come back here!" "No!" "It'll only hurt for few hours, I promise!" "No!" "You're only delaying the inevitable! *CRASH* Damn chair!" "You have to catch me first!" A chair crashed into the floor just next to ColdFury shattering to splinters. Fury dashed through a door out onto the front yard. Roe had been chasing him around with a large mallet for the last ten minutes threatening massive bodily harm. It seemed that he wasn't very thrilled about being killed on LORD, BRE, and Planets again. Fury didn't see the problem. So what if he had decided to turn traitor on Roe and destroy his entire army (and waste 90% of his regions)? It was all fun and games, wasn't it? Another chair shattered against the outside wall as he ran back inside being pursued by the angry admin. "Quit running and let me hurt you!" "I told you I, you have to catch me first!" "Do either of you know where we could find some batteries for a remote control around here?" asked a third voice. The pursuit came to a sudden halt. Roe and Fury looked over to see who had asked the question and blinked. "Er... no, don't know where you could find any, Ravi," Roe replied. "Me neither." Ravi frowned, "Thanks anyway, I'll let you get back to whatever it is you're doing." The duo watched as Ravi and Ardweden walked back out the door in search of batteries. "Hey Fury. Was it just me, or did they both have cat ears and tails?" "Wasn't just you... you don't suppose..." "Nahhh, couldn't be," they said in unison. "Now... where were we a momen..." Roe never finished his statement as he was interrupted by the sound of another voice coming from down the hall. "No! Get away!" "But I just want to give you a hug!" The pair turned to watch Angelcat, complete with cat ears and tail, run past being followed by a grinning Eslington. They blinked as the chase rounded a corner and out of sight. "Another catperson... I guess we weren't seeing things," mused ColdFury. "Hmmm, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "Well, yes Fury, but were are we going to find seven metric tonnes of vienna sausage at a time like this?" Just then, Myth appeared in her Ukyou/Rinoa costume and armed with a very heavy mallet. "Eslington, get back here and DIE!" "Um... Truce?" "Yeah truce." Roe dropped his mallet back into AdminSpace as he and ColdFury joined the chase. -------- "How hard could it be to find a simple pair of batteries?" Ardweden whined as she rifled through the contents of an old, wooden chest of drawers in an upstairs bedroom. She opened the last drawer and peered in, coughing as the musty smell of old socks wafted up to her nostrils. Noting the complete lack of batteries, she slammed the drawer shut and leaned on the bureau. "Still no luck?" Ravi walked across the room and stood behind Ardweden. She looked up into the mirror that hung above the bureau and grimaced a negative to his reflection. "Ravi?" Ardweden asked, going pale. "How long have you looked like a cat?" Reluctantly, she eyed her own reflection. "And how long have *I* been a catgirl?" "Meep." -------- "How many hallways does this stupid house have?!" Angelcat gasped as she rounded yet another corner. She put on an extra burst of speed and slammed right into Ravi, who was approaching from another direction. "Angel! You too?" "Yeah.. quick! They're coming. This way!" -------- Robin was dozing off comfortably in a chair when the catpeople ran in. "Robin! Please, help us!" Angel cried as they flew through. "Wha..." Robin jumped to his feet as the rest of the group followed. He grabbed the two nearest partiers by the elbows and pulled them away from the mob. "What's going on here?" "Catgirls!" Roe and Fury cheered in unison, before squirming out of Robin's grasp and rejoining the chase. "Hold on a minute! Leave those girls alone!" Robin rushed to the rescue, with the promise of many broken legs. -------- Phoebe laughed as she climbed back down her handy stepladder, revelling in the sound of the heels of her shinyleather boots clanging on the metal steps. Her eyes traveled up to towards the ceiling as she admired her handywork. "Oooh, someone's going to be screaming tonight," she cackled. Her sense of curiousity was aroused when she heard the screams of desperation and the catpeople burst into the room. Phoebe's eyes suddenly gleamed. "Raaaaaaavi," she crooned, walking over to place a hand on his chest. Ravi couldn't help noticing the accentuated sway of her hips as she sauntered over. "Gah," he commented intelligently Ardweden frowned at her cousin. "What do you want, itoko-chan?" she asked bluntly. Phoebe smiled, the glint n her eyes increasing. "Well, *that's* a one word answer!" she replied brightly, turning her gaze to Ravi again. "...meep." "No time for that!" Angel shouted. "They're catching up!" And ignoring Phoebe's protests she grabbed Ravi's arm and ran. -------- "You're leaving?" Mark nodded. "Yep." "Aww, won't you stay?" "Sorry. I really have to go now." "Well, so long." "Yeah, have a safe trip." "Thanks, and thanks for all the souvenirs." "Don't mention it." "Byebye!" "Bye!" "HEEEEEEEELP!" "Ard-chaaan!" "Wait for me!" "Come on kitty, just one hug? Please!" "NO!" "Leave them alone!" "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" "..." "..." "..." "So, um, yeah... Bye!" "Bye Mark!" "Ja ne!" "BYE!!!" "See you." "It was fun, guys! Gotta go now," Mark said as he left the room. "Haven't we had this kind of scene before?" BlackMage asked. "I think it's supposed to be standard whenever someone leaves," Random explained. "Maybe it should be dubbed the 'Generic ImproParty Going-Away Scene'," HottCoffee suggested. *CRASH!* "I told everyone to mind the Fourth Wall!!!" Twoflower screamed over some house speakers that were not supposed to be there but just is. "Now it needs fixing again!" "Sorry," the assembled Partygoers mumbled. -------- Ravi, Ardweden, and Angelcat ran for their lives with the unruly mob hot on their tails. As they rounded a corner, Ravi spotted a partially open door to the right. He ducked into the room, pulling Angel and Ard with him. The door closed with a soft click and they all breathed a sigh of relief as the storm of footsteps and excited voices continued without stopping and faded into the distance. Ardweden opened the door a crack and peeked out. "I think they're gone." "Wai!" "So, Angel, what happened to you?" asked Ravi. "Well, I was really really bored so I was wandering around the house and I was just telling Sporkachu how very bored I was when I saw this door and I went in and I saw a remote control and it was cute and had this great big shiny red button and I said 'Wai!' and pushed the button and the card said that life would be fun so I took the button with me as a souvenier and left the room. See? It's right... here... uh-oh. Where'd it go?" Angelcat started emptying her pockets frantically, searching for her remote. "Oh no! I must have dropped it with all the running around and stuff! What if someone found it and clicked and then they'd... oh..." Ravi was holding the small remote in front of Angelcat's face. "Is this it?" "WAAH! I'm so sorry! I didn't want all this to happen, I just didn't want to be bored and alone anymore!" Angelcat sniffled as a thought occured to her. "And I guess that's exactly what I got, huh? But I didn't mean it THAT way!" "Hey, Angel, Ravi, look at this." They found Ard holding a piece of paper and a remote with a dull blue button. "I hope you learned your lesson," the note said. "Be careful what you wish for, because it might come true. MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!" "..." "'MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA!!!' It's continued on another sheet." Ard picked it up and mumbled to herself, turning it over in her hands. "Mwahahaha, mwahahaha." She picked up another sheet and sweatdropped, repeating the process until she came to the seventh page. "Here we go! 'Oh yeah, the blue button will put you back to normal, more or less.'" Ardweden frowned. "This house is really weird..." "Okay, give me that box." Ravi grabbed the remote and pushed the button. The girls gasped as he was returned to normal. "Hmm, I would have expected more fireworks," he mused as he felt his ears. He handed the remote over to Ard. "Wai!" she cheered as the dreams of fanboys everywhere died. "Here, Angel, your turn." Angelcat stared at the button in her hands. "I don't know, guys.. it was kind of fun spending a day like this. It couldn't be too bad staying like this forever, right? And most of those guys in the mob were chasing Ard-chan anyway.." "Push the button, Angel." "But, I--" "[Angel...]" "Eep! Okay, fine." She pushed the button. "So now what do we do?" "We get out of here and join the party." "But what about the mob of fanboys?" Ardweden grinned. "Don't worry about them. They'll forget all about the chase next time they pass through the video game room." -------- Omi no Miko was enjoying a quiet walk along the beach. The California sun, being unobstructed by such a silly thing as an ozone layer, was bright and, well, sunny on her face as she strode merrily along the mostly white sands. The sea breeze coming in onto the shore was refreshing rather than repugnant today, and the baying of the seaguls and the laping of waves against the shore added to the ambiance nicely. She tugged at the bundle of leashes in her left to make sure her pets were still with her; she had her bishounen in tow, bound by leashes to keep them from running off and getting in people's garbage or playing in traffic or returning to a wilderness they weren't prepared for. A slight resistance proved that they were, in fact, still with her. She continued to walk. It was a happy day, here on the beach, and Omi had absolutely nothing to fear; not with her bishounen around. So she continued to stroll, to enjoy the sun and the clouds and the waves and the seaguls. She suddenly became aware that her pets were unusually quiet today. In fact, it had been some time now since they had even tugged at the leashes. She decided to turn and check to make sure they weren't becoming sick with some weird bishounen disease or something. She turned to see no bishounen behind her. At all. The leahses were all holding wretched little Tom Green plushies instead. Suddenly, Omi no Miko did not feel so safe, anymore. They came out of nowhere. More or less. As Omi began to realise that her bishounen were gone, dozens of MTV partygoers swarmed around her. Clueless guys in awful hats and dozens of bimbos that really should have been wearing bras under those shirts came at her in waves, shouting things like "There she is!" and "That's the bitch that shot grape jello at us!", and soon, Omi found herself being pelted with white grapes. As any given person can only take so much of this variety of torment, it was not long before Omi no Miko was shrieking for mercy, help, and all sorts of things that will go unmentioned here. -------- "Sure you won't be staying?" Steven asked as he handed Mark a package of Anzacs. "Nah. Like I said, it was fun and all." Mark placed the Anzacs inside the backpack he procured, along with the cheese, autographs, and other souvenirs he collected from ImproParty. "Thanks for the cookies, anyway." Ard gave him a goodbye hug. "Well, have a safe trip." Mark gave her a thumbs-up. "I will." He looked up at the sky. The sound of an approaching aircraft became louder. "Looks like my rides here. See you guys!" He pulled out a harpoon gun he borrowed from NeoVid and aimed. "He said to do it this way," he mummbled to himself, while tying the rope around his waist with one hand. He fired the harpoon at the plane. The missile sailed straight up, defied several laws of physics, and attached itself to the airplane's wing. "I'm gooooonee!!!" Mark shouted as he was hoisted along the plane. He waved one final time at Chez Impro. -------- Robin was loitering on the porch. He'd been at it since things had calmed down a bit earlier, and was planning on keeping at it for a while, unless something else happened. 'Something else' happened in the form of Robin overhearing a scream. Turning to look in the direction of said scream he saw a mob of people bombarding some poor hapless individual with something, which was no doubt the cause for the screaming. The urge to do something spiffy and helpful bioled up within Robin's veins, and he made a descision. Powerposing, Robin said something he'd wanted to say for some time. Even if it did involve sounding like he was talking to himself. "Quickly, Robin, to the Couchmobile!" Of course, nobody was around to care at the moment, but that was okay. There were many MTV beachheads mobing the young lady. Too many. On his best day, he couldn't beat up more than twenty people at a time, and so he needed something else to aid him in saving the victim of the graping. So he got in his car, started the engine, and floored the accelerator. The MTV people had the upper hand; there were forty of them who were pelting one person with grapes, so that really isn't unexpected. They were even getting it on tape, because the junkies at home would think this was wicked-cool, or whatever those damned kids say nowadays. About six tons of Detroit steel came along and changed that very quickly. The Couchmobile came out of nowhere (because there really wasn't much of anywhere to come out of) and slid sideways into the mob, knocking a large portion of them away, and running over the camera crew, but that was alright because they were sub-human anyway. The driver's side door opened, and Robin jumped out, fending away the mod of grape-weilding psychos with a large crowbar of the kind you use to pry up rail tracks, which was probably overkill, but that was okay. He scooped up the victim of the viscious graping and tossed her into the passenger's seat, after which he got back into the car, turned it around, and drove quickly back to the ImproParty parking lot, trying not to run over too many people but not succeeding as much as he would have liked. "Owie," Muttered Omi. -------- Roe flopped down on a bed in one of the empty rooms upstairs. He and ColdFury had never managed to catch any of the catgirls they had seen earlier and had eventually settled their dispute over a game of Rival Schools. A smile crept across his face as he remembered the severe pummeling he had given Fury. It wasn't quite as satisfying as beating him to a pulp with the mallet, but it had been rewarding in its own way. Stretching a bit, he reached over to the nightstand and picked up a remote control and pressed the button to turn the TV on. Nothing happened. He pressed the button a few more times. Still nothing. Looking at the remote he noticed that there was only a single large, red button on it. Turning it over revealed a small card taped to the back. "Congratulations, your life is now more interesting," he read aloud. "Yeah, whatever." Roe tossed the remote aside has he headed back to the party not noticing the other card that had been on the table underneath the remote which read "At least you won't be a catgirl." * * * Dramatis Personae: Aaron Pinnick: Chez Impro Aaron Shattuck: Chez Impro Angelcat: Chez Impro Anko: Chez Impro Ardweden: Chez Impro BlackMage: Chez Impro Blade: Chez Impro Calculus: Chez Impro Cham: Chez Impro Chris: Chez Impro ColdFury: Chez Impro Coyote: Chez Impro Damien Phoenix: Chez Impro Dan: Chez Impro Delfina: Chez Impro Epsilon: Chez Impro - Subbasement, W2 minion Eslington: Chez Impro Eric Sprague (Double Agent): House of Blues Eternal Lost Lurker: Chez Impro Falcon: Chez Impro Fatman: Chez Impro Greg: Chez Impro H: Chez Impro HottCoffee: Chez Impro Jake: Chez Impro Jeff: Chez Impro Jesse: Chez Impro Kate Malloy: Chez Impro Katy: Chez Impro Kimberli: Chez Impro King in Yellow Chez Impro - Bathroom Illyria: Chez Impro Lady Brick: Chez Impro Lady Chaos: Chez Impro Lawrence: Chez Impro - Patio Mark Poa: GONE Mechalink: Chez Impro Montae: Chez Impro Myth: Chez Impro NeoVid: Chez Impro nihility (Eric): Chez Impro Omi no Miko: Chez Impro Phoebe: Chez Impro Rain: Chez Impro Rags: Chez Impro - semiconcsious - karaoke Random: Chez Impro Ravi: Chez Impro Robin: Chez Impro Roe: Chez Impro Samantha: Chez Impro Scott Schimmel: Chez Impro Squall (John Evans): Chez Impro Steve Scougall: Chez Impro Tameran: Chez Impro Todd: Chez Impro Twoflower: Chez Impro VVerevvolf: Chez Impro Wang Tu Chung: Chez Impro W4: Dead still - back in iceberg grave Zrith: Chez Impro Supporting Cast: Bishounen: Ragnarok - They are? @_@ oops Chippy: Stomachs of Panel -- Dead Iron Chef Chen Kenichi: Chez Impro Kitchen Jess: Iceberg - calmed down by now, watching W4's grave Keith Richards: Abu Dhabi Kimberli's Mecha: Chez Impro - Iceberg Leonardo DiCaprio: Abu Dhabi Mysterious Man: Clone tanks Quistis: Chez Impro Ragnarok: North of Chez Impro Sporkachu: Chez Impro - w/ Angelcat Ura: Chez Impro - Iceberg Weight-of-Ardweden Doll: Chez Impro - w/ Mecha? -d'oh- Young Elvis: No longer dead - Stage Yun-chan: Dead - Bathtub * * * Author's Notes and Ramblings: Oh my... my very first Author's notes! Angelcat has made her ImproDebut! Wai! ^_^ Okay, so two months ago, Ravi and Roe caught me off guard and suprised me into signing up. Everyone was really supportive of my Impro Debut, and even though I was extremely nervous, they were all very nice. "Don't worry, Angel!" "We'll all be here to help you out, Angel!" Then my turn came up. "I'm sorry, Angel!" "This is just a really busy week, Angel!" And then my wrist died... @_@ So Roe, in his generousity (and video-game addiction =P) gave me a nice long extension. This game me enough time for the evil week was over and "I'm sorry, Angel" turned back into "I'll help you, Angel". Wai! ^_^ Therefore, I'd like to thank Robin, Ravi, Roe, and Phoebe, for helping me out of a couple of fairly tight spots by writing themselves. *hugs* for all. ^_^ I'd also like to point out that Mark wrote all of his own stunts - err.. scenes. ^_^ Robin, Ravi and Roe (the three R's ^_^) were also my very helpful pre- readers and polishers. I'd also like to thank Eslington and Ardweden and everyone who appeared in my part. ^_^ Okay, I think that's everything I wanted to say.. so I'll just leave with a nice shameless plug. Everyone go visit Working Title Fiction! http://wtfiction.sandwich.net Wai! Wai! WTF! -Angelcat