Hey! Okay, it's MiSTie time. Our featured fan-fic? The ever-popular "Silver" by Bluesilver. Anyone who cut their fan-fiction-ing teeth at Hawk's archive will probably at least remember seeing this story, any of those people who were Gen X fan's undoubtedly read it.
By my MiSTing this, I am in no way making a personal cut on Bluesilver. This was one of the first Gen X fan-fics done and is a good three years old by my reckoning, making it Classic, even if by default. However, it just seemed like MiSTing material. Kinda like a nastalgic bit of merry-making, because this story probably inspired a few people to think that they might be able to write a fan-fiction of their own. Ya know?
Sadly, this MiSTing is bereft of any skits. Why? Well, I was full of enthusiasm when I started MiSTing this, and when I finished, I even had some good ideas for the skits, but just didn't have the time. So instead of rushing and writing some crummy half-baked skits I wrote in ten minutes, I'm just gonna leave them out. However if any MST3K fan reads this and is inspired to write a skit for it, be my guest! E-mail me and we'll get those wacky skits put in.
As it is, the story just kinda begins and so does the MiSTing.
Thanx to Martha (and cat) for a few choice John Tesh jokes and the like. ;)
-Me
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In the not too distant future...
<5...4...3...2...1...>
All take seats in the theater.
>
> This is based in the Marvel u.
TOM: Good ol' Marvel U!
CROW: Wow, this fan-fic just started right up!
> All characters belong to marvel except Silver whos my creation.
MIKE: Oh, hey look, here's your apostrophe, I found it sitting on the floor! <holds up a "'">
> I'm not gettin $ for this, I'm just trying my
> hand a writing, so comments are encouraged and appreciated.
MIKE: Even if they're really mean?
CROW: What about death threats? How do you handle those?
> Now some background.
>
> Silver is a brittish born millionare by the ol' fasioned way,
CROW: As opposed to the good old ~fashioned~ way.
TOM: ...she killed her parents and collected the insurance!
> she inherited.
TOM: Oh...
> Shes 18
MIKE: Excuse me, you dropped this...<holds up an apostrophe>
> and has been a "London Punk" since she was thirteen.
> She does know several well known people( heros)
CROW: How conveeeeenient.
TOM:...but she thought them all to be insufferable idiots and executed them all.
> in this story so dont
MIKE: I'm sorry to bother you...but I noticed you dropped this <again holds up an apostrophe>
> be suprised. She's gotten around the wold alot
TOM: <consulting a pocket dictionary> Wold. Noun: an upland plain or stretch of rolling land without woods.
MIKE: Really? Lemme see that! ...Well I'll be darned, it is. Ah, well now, my opinion of Silver have greatly improved now that I know she's traveled around upland plains bereft of woods...
> for and 18 year old.
> Her powers are everything to do with sound .
CROW: There has ~got~ to be a better way of phrasing that.
TOM: <as Silver> Everything is about me! Everyone pay attention to me, every thing has to do with me!
> She is NOT Dazzler.
CROW: You're tellin' me!
> She is
> not related to Silver Sable, and she doesnt
MIKE: I'm afraid you dropped this--
TOM: Mike! Enough!!
> try to copy Storm dispite the silver/steel mohawk she sports.
CROW: The lovely Silver sports a silver/steel mohawk that says "I'm a London punk, but I'm still ~lots~ of fun." Perfect for your night on the town or just picking a few things up at the market...
> Time to get this show on the road.
TOM: <falsetto> I'm so excited!
CROW: <singing> On the road again...just can't wait to get on the road again...
> bluesilver@aol.com
MIKE: Why do I get the unsettling feeling this is a fan-girl story?
TOM: Could it have something to do with the fact that the story is about someone named Silver and the author's e-mail handle also contains the word "Silver".
MIKE: At least Gibby didn't write it.
> SILVER: CHAPTER ONE
CROW: Hey where's the title?
MIKE: Over there, see? <points to the right side of the screen>
TOM: Guy, guys, guys, the "escaping title" routine has been done. Remember Kielle's rip on Andrew Vincent?
(and remember how badly it translated to html? Same here folks!)
ALL: <shudders>
> Walking into a large office she sees him sitting behind the tesk
CROW: Maybe it's supposed to be "Behind the Tesh." No one would think
to look for you if you were hiding behind John Tesh.
> looking at a computer screen.
MIKE: He wasn't doing anything with it though, just looking at it. Nope, he wasn't reading anything or typing, just staring.
TOM: Duh...pretty screen...
CROW: He has a Playboy screen saver
> This man of fame and fortune. The same man she called "Uncle" all her life, though there not related at all.
MIKE: There! Not related at all.
TOM: There, there, not related at all...
MIKE: Um, I think you dropped this <holds up a "y'">
CROW: <irritatedly> Gimme that! <snatches "y'">
> He called her here to talk about her powers. About putting them to good use.
CROW: Saaaayyyy....
MIKE: <clamps hand over Crow's mouth>
> His name is Tony Stark and he doesnt look happy.
TOM: <in an odd voice> Is Tony a frumpus today? Yes he is...
MIKE: And you're sure I can't give this to the author? <holds up an apostrophe>
BOTH BOTS: YES!
CROW: Just set it down, Mike, that's it, right on the floor.
TOM: <in Police voice> Please step away from the apostrophe.
> "Mary."
CROW: "Catherine."
TOM: "Gallinger."
MIKE: Huh?
> "Ya Unc--, yes Tony? She replies uncertainly.
MIKE: Oh, look! Here, you forgot this! <holds up an end quotation>
BOTH BOTS: AHHHHHH!!!
> "You know why I called you here?"
> "I think so."
CROW: <as Silver> It's about my mohawk isn't it?
> "Its about you and your powers. Your old enough now to start
> realizing your potential. Your powers could be very dangerous if you dont
CROW: <warningly> Mike...
> learn to control your temper."
MIKE: <Tony Stark> These temper tantrums are getting out of control!
> "I know Uncle Ton--."
CROW: What's --?
MIKE: How did you pronounce that?
TOM: What? --
MIKE: Yeah! How do you two do that, I can't seem to _ _, no that's not it...
CROW: It's a 'bot thing...
> "So I've called an aquaintance. He runs a school in Westchester,
> New York, and in Massachussets. He can teach you how to control yourself and maximize your potential."
CROW: Heh, heh, does this guy sound like an infomercial or what?!
TOM: <Sally Struthers> Do you want to take control of yourself and maximize you potential? Sure, we all do. And now with the Westchester School, you can! Take correspondence courses and learn in your spare time!
> "But Uncle Tony, I've learned 'ow to use me powers quite well, and
> I've been on me own since I 'twas thirteen. What makes ya think I'd even want to go to this school?"
MIKE: Woah, cool accent.
TOM: D' ya loik me accent Moike? Oi jus' put up a lot o' apostrophes and spellin' errors and ta-da! Oi have an accent!
> "It has nothing to do with what you want, its what you need.
TOM: Daily fiber and riboflavin!
> Your Nanny agrees completely with me on this.
MIKE: Wow, she's eighteen and still has a nanny?
TOM: Is that some kind of title "Your Nanny"?
MIKE: Fran Drescher?
TOM: (nasal voice) Oh Mistah Stahk, I think we should send Silvah toWeschestah.
> In fact it was her suggestion that I find you something to do.
TOM:...table tennis. I want you to play table tennis.
> This was the best option.
CROW: Yeah, I guess that whole yoga thing wasn't going to work out...
> Its for your,and the rest of the worlds own good."
TOM: <quietly> "rest of the worlds own good"?
CROW: I'm sure many worlds are in danger because of Silver's temper tantrums...
MIKE: That sentence is just ~wrong~.
> "Nana suggested this? It figures!"
> "Your to be in Massachussets in three days. Here the address."
MIKE: <exasperated> I just can't do it any more! I give up! <tosses several apostrophes in the air>
CROW: What I want to know is how come this Uncle Tony character controls "Silver". I mean, we know he isn't a relative, and apparently he doesn't have custody of her since she roams the "wold" on her own, and she's of legal age, so why can he just send her of to some academy!?
> She takes the paper he hand over to her and starts heading out.
TOM: No one will be sitting during the riveting Paper Passing scene!
> "And Mary?"
> "Yeh, Uncle Tony?"
> "BEHAVE!"
CROW: <laughing> See, that's funny because we get the impression that Mary/Silver doesn't usually behave, so Uncle has to reinforce the idea. Hee hee!
TOM: Still not funny.
> "Yes Sir! Capeetan Stark, Sir!!"
MIKE: Capeetan?
Crow: I don't even know what to make of that...
TOM: I think the author means the French pronunciation...
> She says sarcastically, salutes him, then steps out the door with a smile.
TOM: <shaking head> That ~wacky~ Silver, what with her funny voices and hijinx and what not...
> As she starts down the hallway she hears a sigh escape Tony's
> lips. And her smile grows wider.
MIKE: And all are touched by the heartwarming Smiling Sequence
TOM: And the readers all fall out of the chairs in boredom.
CROW: And in the future, all sentences will begin with "and"!
> * * * * * *
MIKE: Look, look, there in the horizon! It's the Lone Asterisks!
> Man, oh man. Dont know why 'e's forcing me ta do this now.
MIKE: I thought he went over it pretty well. See, you have these mutant powers that will endanger you and many worlds if you don't learn to control your temper. And now is the time for you to begin to realize your potential. Here, try one of these while you're at it. <holds up an apostrophe>
CROW: Wow, you were paying that much attention.
MIKE: <nervously> Um, no...well, I ...I mean--
CROW: There! Look, Mike! You said it!
MIKE: What?--
TOM: There! You did it again! You said --!
MIKE: <unsure> I did? I did. I DID!
CROW: Good job, buddy!
MIKE'S THOUGHTS: Hee, hee, I snuck in an apostrophe!
> She thinks to herself. I'm eighteen for bloody's sakes!
TOM: Who is Bloody?
CROW: And I still want to know how this Tony character can control her if she's 18 and not under his custody!
> Not no "youngster".
> While she's driving to the school, she mumbles to herself in every
> language she can think of.
MIKE: ...English... English, English, oh! And then there's English.
> Some of which haven't been heard spoken in a few thousand years.
CROW: You have ~got~ to be kidding me.
TOM: If they haven't been spoken in a few thousand years, how'd she get a hold of 'em?
MIKE: Are we supposed to be impressed by this gratuitous display of Silver's so called intelligence?
> "Ev?" Sean Cassidy calls out. "They'll be a new student arrivin'
TOM: Woah! What happened? Where are we now?
CROW: "They'll"?
MIKE: Wow, two apostrophes in one line!
TOM: Is that all you think about?
> 'ere soon. I want you and M
Tom: I want U and M and Q and J to go and...
> to greet the lass when she pulls up. Show her around a little also."
TOM: <as Everett> "Yes, sir, dickweed, sir!"
> "Ok Mr Cassidy. Will do!"
MIKE: Oh for pete's sake, he's a teenager, not a military cadet!
> comes the reply from the rec room.
CROW: The rec.creative.room
MIKE: <rolls eyes, but no one notices because the theater is dark>
> Everett, a student here at Xaviers gets up to go search for M.
TOM: Comes right after L, before N.
> "I hope she's cooler than M and Paige." Jubes says hopfully as Ev
MIKE: Jubes. Ev. M. Ya know, we're barely into this fan-fic and already the author is on a nickname basis with all of the main characters.
TOM: For those of you who ~don't~ read Generation X, the comic these loveable characters are derived from, Jubes seems to be short for Jubilee. Don't ask how, it just is.
> leaves the room.
> "Me too." is his quiet reply.
CROW: So I take it Bluesilver slept through sixth grade grammar...
> After searching the main building for Monet, Everett decides she
> must be outside climbing the trees again.
TOM: <as Everett> Hyuck! She must be out climbin' those trees again!
> Just as he sees her and begins to approch, Everet
MIKE: That's Everett to you.
> (aka, Synch) gets bombarded by every
TOM: ...nuclear missile and atomic bomb this side of eternity and ~DIES~!!! And then everyone else dies too! And the fan-fic is ~over~ and we can go!! <panting>
> sound in a twenty mile area.
TOM: Oh. Darn!
CROW: Thankfully, this particular twenty mile area is located in outer space where there are no noises, so Everett doesn't notice anything unusual.
MIKE: In space, no one can hear you scream!
> He has no idea what to do so he simply screams from the pain and confusion of it all.
All: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
MIKE: Oh the humanity!
CROW: This reminds me of one of those dogs who hears the whistle, and then just falls over.
Tom: Say what?
> M, hearing his outcry jumps out of the tree and runs to him.
MIKE: However she fails to hear every sound in a twenty mile "area."
> "Everett? Ev, what's wrong?"
TOM: <Everett> You mean, ~besides~ being stuck in this ~crappy~ fan fic and written as a stupid, screaming lunatic?
CROW: <as Timmy's mother> "What's the matter Ev? Timmy's trapped in the well?"
> she asks him. But he cant hear her.
MIKE: Because the apostrophe fell out of the fan-fic and into his EAR!
TOM: <very confused> Huh?
CROW: <looks at Mike> You are weird.
> "EV?!" she yells now, "Whats wrong?!" Just then the power building
> inside Ev
TOM: Wow, there's a power building inside Everett? Amazing what kids get in their heads these days!
> builds to a creshendo and is released outward.
MIKE: <quickly clamping hand over Crow's mouth>
CROW: MMMMPhfhhf! Mmmmffprgha!
> Every one inside comes running out when they hear the noise of a
> million things happening at once.
TOM: Again, luckily for everyone, these particular things are stringed instruments playing "Brahms Lullaby."
> Everett scream begins to grow louder and over power the noise of
> everything else.
MIKE: So, basically what you're saying is the scream of one teenage boy is greater than that of a million things happening at once? I think not.
> Too bad he dosnt realize the effect on everyone else
TOM: Yeah, too bad.
MIKE: Darn it all!
> as they all, except Sean, begin to pass out one by one.
CROW: <singing> Another one bites the dust!
> Then it just stops. All the pain. All the noise, just stops.
TOM: I can only wish this fan-fic would do the same.
MIKE: Look at the way the author has lovingly arranged sentence fragments to resemble a story!
> "I dont know 'ow you did that," Ev and Sean hear a brittish
> accent,
CROW: Over the million things happening at once?
> " but you 'ave to learn how to either control it or live with it.
> Me? I do both."
TOM: Who's the new girl?
MIKE: Of as the author might phrase it "Whos the new girl?"
CROW: Ya know, I hate to admit it...but I kinda like that phrase.
TOM: Yeah, I wonder who Bluesilver plagerized it from.
CROW: <laughing> Ya know Einstein once said the secrete to creativity was learning how to hide your sources.
Tom: He said that? Really?
Crow: Yup.
> They both turn to see a young woman approch from the front
CROW: How do you approch someone?
TOM: First you sit behind the tesk in an unusual fasion...
MIKE: Guys, you'd think after all of those Ratliff stories, you could handle a moderate amount of poor spelling!
BOTS: <enraged> DON'T SAY THAT NAME!
TOM: Well...kinda makes you appreciate what ya got.
> entrance. She stands about 5'10, with a metallic steel mohawk
MIKE: As opposed to a wood-grain finished steel mohawk?
> and eyes with black irises. Dressed in short-shorts, knee high black boots, and
> black bra, she approches the slowly awaking group.
CROW: Saaayyyy....
MIKE:<announcer voice> Demi Moore ~is~ Mary/Silver!
> Sean, knowing the answer before saying a word, asks, "Mary Silver I presume?"
TOM: "Doctor Livingston, I presume?"
CROW: Correct as usual, King Friday.
> "You assume correct. Me mates call me Silver. And you mus' be Sean
> Cassidy. May I ask, any relation to a Theresa Cassidy?"
> "You may ask, and yes, the lass is me daughter. How do ye know of
> her?"
CROW: <as Mary Silver> "Oh, we went to Madame Tisbet's school of stripping together..."
> "Went to the self same boardin' school for 'bout six months.
MIKE: <confused> "Self same boardin' school"?
> We became..... Jono?"
TOM: "Mary Silver and Theresa Cassidy ~are~ Jono!
MIKE: We are the Jono, resistance is futile!
> she brakes
All: SCREECH! <other brake noises ensue>
> off the conversasion and runs to him.
CROW: What I want to know is how can she use the brakes and run at the same time.
TOM: <singing> And now I ruuuuuun to you, with ooooooopen arms, nothing to hide...
> Stopping just before she gives him the hug he was expecting to get
> tackeled by, she feels the unnatural heat emminating from him.
ALL: EEeeeewwwww!
TOM:<Jonothon> Oops, sorry, that was me.
> "Jono? What happend? Everyone 'eard about the accident but you
> just dissapeared."
>
> *I dissapeard 'cause i didna want my ol' friends to see me like
> this.* Surprising her with the telepathic speech, he pulls down his
> wrappings to show her
MIKE: <covers Tom's eyes (or approximation thereof) with one hand, and Crow's mouth with the other. Not a word, Crow! Don't look, Tom...
> the damage his powers did to him.
MIKE: <relieved> Oh ~whew~! <wipes forehead> I was worried there for a sec this fan-fic would suddenly turn NC-17...
> * 'Sides, I know 'ow yer feels 'bout 'Paths, saur I took off.*
TOM: <as Mary> "Yeah, I don't like paths. I mean, sidewalks are alright, but paths? I just don't like 'em."
CROW: "Saur"?
> A little suprised at his appearance, she takes a second to
> respond.
MIKE: Ding! Time's up!
> But when she does, she does so with a big hug that lifts him off
> the ground.
CROW: I'm thinking "No."
TOM: The whole mental image I'm getting just isn't very good...
> "Jono, yer one of my best mates. I canna 'ate ya!"
MIKE: Duh, guys, she can't eat him!
> "If this little display of affection is through," M says, "I
> expect we must show Mary around the grounds."
TOM: And here I thought Monet was perfect.
> " Only the people I care lots 'bout call me Mary. Do so again and
> I'll break som'thin' off yer person."
CROW: You know, the usual, an arm, leg, whatever.
TOM: Ya know Mar--I mean, Silver is a ~real~ loveable sort of girl.
> "I'm sure you'll try."
MIKE: Oh I'm sure...
> "Wait a minute, I remember you, yer Monet St.Croix."
TOM: Hey! I know you!
> "So there is a brain in you after all. "
CROW: Duh....I'm Monet St Croix, not as perfect as everyone once believed...
TOM: I smell a Chick Fight!
CROW: <as Monet with a falsetto> If you had another brain, it would be lonely!
> "Yeh, I remember you. Met ya afore me Mum and Dad died. When I was
> four or five. Yep, just as uppity then as you are now."
MIKE: She sure told her...
> "You mean she's been like this all her life?!" Jubilee pipes in
> incrediously.
> "Better believe it!" Silver replies smiling sarcastically.
TOM: This dialog is ~fascinating~!
> " So Jono, Sean intoduce me to this group of mutant younglings."
CROW: "Younglings"? What'd she do, walk out of a Mercades Lackey novel?
> Silver says grabing Jubilee and Jono by the shoulders. "Saurs I can fig're out what i'm up against."
MIKE: I'm getting the impression ~all~ of Ma...I mean, Silver's spare time is spent watching old pirate movies...
> So they start the lengthy inroductions.
CROW: <eagerly> So we all get up and leave the theater.
MIKE: Almost...
> ******************************************************
>
> Normal is only defined by a narrow perception of reality.
>
> Sing Bluesilver...
TOM: Sit, Boo-Boo, sit. Good dog!
MIKE: <picking Tom up> Let's get out of here.
<all exit theater>
~~~
<5...4...3...2...1...>
<All enter theater and take seats>
> This is chapter 2 of Silver and Gen X. All the usuall blah, blah.
TOM: You know, it isn't very encouraging when the author gets bored with their own disclaimer after the first sentance.
> Characters belong to Marvel C. Except Silver. Comments appreciated.
>
MIKE: So's editing, but we can't always get what we want, now can we?
TOM: Mike, am I detecting some bitterness?
MIKE: <pouting> No.
> Chapter Two
>
> The next day:
MIKE: at the stately Wayne manor.
> Walking down the stairs to the basement area are Silver and
> Jubilee.
TOM: Now that sentance is just ~wrong~.
MIKE: My high-school grammar teacher is spinning in his grave right about now.
> "So, Jubes, whats this 'Danger Grotto' for anyway?"
TOM: <as Jubilee> "Well, like it's this grotto, right? And it's like, dangerous and stuff. So that's about it. Just what it, like, sounds like."
> "Its a practice area. Ya know, so's we can work out and develop
> our powersand such. Emma and Sean want to see what you got and how good you are, s'all."
MIKE: Alright. S'alright.
CROW: ~I'd~ like to see what's she's got...
> "So what do I do when we get there?"
CROW: Hey, guys, look! That sentence is pretty good! I mean, I don't ~see~ anything wrong with it. I think it's clear sailin' from here!
TOM: You're being lulled into a false sense of security, Crow, don't fall for it.
> "Don't know. Ask Emma."
CROW: No, c'mon, Servo, Look! It's a decent sentence!
> *You're going up againt the rest of the team* Emma says
> telepathicly.
> "What the 'ell? Bloody telepath better get out of my 'ead and
> speak normal, afore I hurt 'um!" Silver responds with anger.
MIKE: Wow, it doesn't take much to set Mary off, eh?
CROW: <as Silver> "Wot did yer call me?! Ize gonna rip som'thin' off yer person!"
> "I did not know you had an adversion to telepaths," Emma says
TOM: Not much of a telepath then, is she?
> aloud. "Are you hiding something from the rest of us?"
TOM: <as Silver> Hiding?! No, I'm not hiding anything! See? Nothin' to hide ~here~, nope, no sirree! <whistles nervously>
> "If 'n I wanted to 'arm ya, you'd know!"
MIKE: Well, what with Emma being a telepath and all you'd ~think~ she might pick up on the hostility.
> "Well, enough blustering, we have a session to get on with." With
CROW: So get on with it!
> that Emma turns around and enters a door marked
TOM: "Bite Me."
> "Control Room."
>
> "Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
MIKE: And suddenly Silver's a German shephard or something?
> "S'ok Silver, no one really likes Ms. Frost anyway." Jubilee says
> in reponse to the noise Silver made.
ALL: EWWW!
MIKE: Not in the Biosphere, Silver!
> "She used to be an enemy of the
> X-Men, ya' know."
> "So I've 'eard."
> "Come on, their expecting us."
CROW: Three words for ya Bluesilver: their, there, they're. Learn 'em well.
> With that they enter the "Danger Grotto".
>
>
> Every scatters into the underbrush, leaving Silver standing alone.
MIKE: Is "Every" kinda like some new nickname for Everett, or should we just hush up knowing the author meant "everyone"?
CROW: I personally like to riff whenever I can...
> She waits, listening. She can hear everyone trying to move a quite as
> possible, trying not to be heard.
MIKE: That last line, previous to my words before me, is brought to you by the Redundant Department of Redundancy.
> Would work to if she didnt have
TOM: ...an inborn desire to ignore all grammatical rules.
> over exceptional hearing.
MIKE: Again for the second time the Redundancy Department of Redundant Affairs has brought you another example of over stating redundant things again.
> A sound off to her left is just a few feet away, as far as she can
> tell, but she cant see anyone.
CROW: Anyone understand that?
MIKE & TOM: Nope, not really...
CROW: Just checking.
> Whoever it is moves to a point just behind her... and below?
CROW: Not gonna say it, not gonna say it.
> Just when shes about to be grabbed, she jumps up into a backwards spin
TOM: Wow, I'd sure like to see that!
> and lands behind Skin coming out from under a bush.
TOM: Ok, for those of you at home who do not read Generation X, let me clarify. Someone's epidermal layer is ~not~, I repeat, ~not~ oozing from said bush. Skin is a rather unaffectionate nickname for student Angelo Espinsoa who possess about six extra feet of skin.
CROW: Saaaaay!
> Instinct takes over Silver now. She lets out a
TOM: Poopie!
CROW: Oh, c'mon, Silver, not while we're eating!
MIKE: Speaking of which, why can't we have popcorn in here?
BOTS: We don't eat.
MIKE: What about me?
TOM: Mike, if you ate during the movie or a fan-fic, you'd lose it half way through for sure!
> sonic scream to make
> Banshee proud, and in a way it does as he watches this scene.
MIKE: Yeah, if I were Banshee, I'd be proud too, watching my student Angelo fail like that. Especially after all the months of training and all.
> The note, pich
MIKE: I shall pich the ball!
TOM: I have a picher of water here.
CROW: There is a picher on the wall.
> and direction are just enough to knock Skin unconcious.
MIKE: Hurts, doesn't it? Tell your friends.
> As she ends her sonic attack, Silver gets belted from behind.
TOM: Throw me the whip!
> It wasnt that hard, she thinks just as she kicks back and hits Husk in the knee.
MIKE: Yes, Mary Silver is Tonya Harding in disguise, why do you ask?
TOM: Oh, the pain, the pain!
> "AARRRRRRGGGGGGHHH!" Husk groans from the pain in her knee as Silver turns and connects her elbow to > Husk's neck, knocking the poor girl out.
CROW: Similar to the Vulcan Nerve Pinch, the Silver Neck Pich is applied directly to the neck, rendering the victem into the sweet oblivion we call unconsciousness.
> Two down. Five to go.
CROW: She makes it sound so simple.
TOM: Ho-hum, I think I'll go beat the crap out of some super human teens! Yeah, that's the ticket! It'll be easy!
MIKE: Let's go do some crimes.
> Synch attacks next. Going for broke, he comes at her head on.
TOM: Those crazy Go For Broke Boys.
MIKE: Just why is he "going for broke" anyway? The game has only begun!
> They meet each other punch for punch, with him throwing her sonic scream back in her face.
CROW: Jane, stop this crazy thing!
> Slightly surpised, she instantly puts a forcefield of sound
> around herself for protection. Safe but not being able to fight she puts the sound bubble around Synch instead.
TOM:<as Silver> Does this bug you? I'm not touching you.
MIKE: <as Synch> Mooom...make her stop! She's doin' that sound bubble thing again!
> In the sound bubble Synch begins to hear music. Soft, soothing
> music. After a few seconds he's blissfully sleeping like a baby.
MIKE: SLEEP!
CROW: Oh yeah ~that~ always works. I know when ever ~I'm~ in the middle of a battle, soft music will put me to sleep right away!
MIKE: She fights with her music, man is that beautiful!
TOM: Lulled to sleep in a battlefield. I would be ashamed!
CROW: I guess we can take it good ol' Ev isn't an insomniac.
> PAF ! ..... PAF,PAF !, Silver hears just as she gets blinded.
> "AAAAAARRHH!" "Sorry 'bout this luv," Chamber says as he punches Silver in the mis-section.
MIKE: I'm surprised he hit her in the mis-section, it's just so hard to hit!
> Dubbleing over, "Bloody 'ell" escapes Silver's lips.
TOM: Quick! Quick! The prisoners are escaping!
> As she tries to catch her breath, Silver gets her calf cut from
MIKE: So her lips are escaping and her breath is too.
> behind just as M flies into her, knocking her over. Silver, laying on the ground now, decides to end this quickly.
TOM: So she pulls out a vial of poison and kills herself! Yay! We can all go home now!
MIKE: Afraid not, Tom...
> Music blares out of no where at above the maximum volume a normal human can stand. The song is
TOM: "Diamonds and Pearls" by Prince. Everyone falls to the ground, crying out in pain! Now can we go?
MIKE: Not yet...
> Murderous from Nitzer Ebb.
ALL: <wincing> ouch!
> Loud, strong, and fast. Soon everyone in the room is unconcious with M the last to fall.
CROW: Interesting--but STUPID!
> Getting up, Silver survays the damage. She took down a ten foot
> radius worth of plants. "Oops?"
MIKE: <giggles> Ooops! Heh, heh, sorry about that!
TOM: What's wrong with the plants? I mean, if they were dead or withered or sick or something, then I'd be embarassed. But as it is, they're just gathered in a circle or something.
> In the control room, the two teacher's see the damage wrought by
> this eighteen year old.
CROW: A ten foot circle of plants impresses these two? LAME-O!
TOM: They should see my room!
> "I'm impressed!" Emma says with a smile.
> "I'm scared!" Sean quite and only reply.
MIKE: <as Sean> I want my mommy!
TOM: "quite and only"?
> ********************************************
> Normal is only defined by a narrow perception of reality.
>
> Sing Bluesilver...
MIKE: Jump Bluesilver, jump! C'mon, guys let's get out of here.
<all exit theater>
~~~
<5...4...3...2...1...>
<All enter theater and take seats>
> This is chapter 3 of Silver and Gen X. All the usuall blah, blah.
> Characters belong to Marvel C. Except Silver. Comments appreciated.
TOM: I've just run out of things to say about it.
> Chapter Three
MIKE: Is it safe?
CROW: <shaking head> You don't want to know...
> Later, Emma joins Sean in his office. "I dinna know what Charles
> was thinking when he sent the lass here. I dinna think she can control
> that temper of hers." Sean says as he sits in his chair
TOM: <whimpering>
MIKE: There, there, Servo, it's okay, we're almost done, really!
> "And what do you suppose we do?" she asks after she sits across
> from him. "You know we can't have a child that powerfull running around on the streets.
MIKE: She might poke her eyes out!
TOM: Or destroy worlds.
> Besides, Charles took her in as a favor to Tony Stark. He's the one that recomended that she come here to learn."
TOM: And we all do whatever Tony Stark tells us, because he ~is~ fame and fortune!
> "Ach! That lass, according to her records, has been a'wandern the
> worlds streets since she was a wee gel of 13. Don't see naught but a
> headache with her."
TOM: Cap'n, I'm detecting various accents of unknown origens! They're taking over the dialoge!
> "Would you rather Shanobi got a hold of her. She's old enough and
> rich enough for his little band of playmates."
MIKE: And they don't play nice!
> "Your right
TOM:...arm is on fire!
CROW:...in the middle of a mine field!
> Emma..."
MIKE: "Your right Emma"
TOM: The lovely Emma showcased to your right comes complete with white leather bustier...
> "It's about time you noticed," she interups.
CROW: <sigh>
> He ignores her to finish,"But the lass better control herself
> a'fore she really hurts someone. And soon."
MIKE: She should hurt someone soon? Or control herself soon?
TOM: <as Silver> I do both.
> ***********************
> Silver walks outside to the back garden. She's hoping she can find
> some time alone to contimplate about what happened in the Danger > Grotto. No such luck.
>
> She can hear two people at the other side of the garden. What
> they're doing Silver can only guess 'cause she cant hear any talkin.
CROW: Oooh! Ohh! Let me guess! Let me!
MIKE: Uh-uh.
> They obviously dont care if anyone knows they're there with the amount of noise she hears. She decides to see who > it is.
TOM: Let's go find out!
> Walking around to the other side she sees Jono sitting near Penance.
CROW: Alright, question time. Penance can't talk and is known for her ability to move with complete silence. Jonothon is mute and just stands around all day. Jonothon can't touch Penance because to do so would be lethal. I want to know just what they heck they're doing that is making so much racket!!
TOM: Are you finished?
CROW: <panting> yeah.
> Penance, shes a weird one.
TOM: That ~wacky~ Penance!
> All red with her hair and fingers made of spikes.
MIKE: <Austin Powers> Groovy baby,yeah!
> But she seems sweet enough for a mute. Or is she?
CROW: Paranoia sweeps the crowd.
> Jubes and Jono said somthin' about her arriving her because
> Gateway brought her here. Gateway, another strange one.
TOM: They're ~all~ strange!
CROW: Yeah, this Gen X bunch is just weird.
> Anyway, what did they say?
MIKE: <as Bluesilver> Oops, heh heh, back to your previously scheduled fan-fic.
> Oh yeah, she may be from another country, just that no one knows
> which one 'cause she doesnt talk.
CROW: Yeah, they've ignored that big "I'm from Yugoslavia" sign the whole time.
> Maybe its just a matter of a language barrier. If thats so, it could be easily solved.
TOM: What's a little language barrier where Silver's involved?
MIKE: Obviously she has a good grasp of the English language, what with her excellent grammar and all.
> Silver walks over to sit next to Jono. Penence seems a little
> skitish as she hurries up to a tree branch.
CROW: Life is simple here in the Danger Grotto.
MIKE: <as Penance> I'm not skittish, I'm just running away!
> "Oi, Jon," Silver quietly greets him.
> *Silver,* He replies simply.
TOM: I know there's a Long John Silver's joke in here just waiting to be found.
> "I see yur developin a bond with Penence."
MIKE: A Bond. A James Bond.
TOM: You think Bluesilver could spell a simple word like penance correctly. But noooooo.
> *You could say we have some things in common.*
> "I promise I wont ask."
> *Thanks.*
CROW: Yes, Bluesilver passes up all intresting avenues of conversation with the ease and grace of an elephant on figure skates...
> "So, can ya talk with 'er yet?"
> *Penence? I talk, but I dont think she understands.*
> "What languages 'ave ya tried?"
TOM: <excited> Oh! I have an idea! Silver knows a lot of languages, right? Remember!? So she can figure out what language Penance speaks and ~yeah~ then she can translate and--
MIKE: That's enough, Servo, I think it's pretty obvious where things are headed.
CROW: Tom...you sound a bit excited. That's not a good thing.
TOM: <whimpers>
> *I've just been speakin' in good ol' English. But Mr. Cassidy is
> the one ye' should speak with. I think he's tried most European
TOM: Unfortunately, Penance is from South America.
> and a few others. Why don' you try?*
> "I was thinkin' 'bout it. Think I should?"
> *What could it 'urt?"
CROW: Don't answer that.
> After a few minutes of rattling on in numerous languages, Penence
> looks up and responds.
TOM:<as Penance> "DICKWEED!"
MIKE: You know, if Penance has had the ability to speak all of this time, why didn't she ever say anything? I mean, foreign language or no, you'd think she'd say something.
CROW: The Plothole strikes again!
> Silver and her speak for a while before Jono says, *Well? What did
> you find out?*
> "Well she's from what used to be Yugoslavia, but she's not ready
> to give her name. It's understandable with what she went through. I told her what penence means and she said that > she would like to be called that for now. Oh, and she said to say 'Thank you' to you for all you've done."
MIKE:<As Penance> "You can call me...Penance."
TOM: <as Jonothon> "And this is the thanks I get?"
CROW: Wait a minute...I thought Penance's name was Yvette?
TOM: It is, but the author apparently doens't know, or doesn't care.
CROW: That's why I like the stories where we're told the setting.
> *Tell her she's quite welcome."
> Silver does what he says, and noticing the look they now exchange,
> slips away to give them some privacy.
CROW: Uh-oh...Once they start talkin' it's all downhill from there!
> Normal is only defined by a narrow perception of reality.
TOM: I've come to think of this phrase as my ticket out of here.
> Sing Bluesilver...
CROW: Fetch, Bluesilver!
MIKE: C'mon, let's get out of here.
<all exit theater>
~~~
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<all enter theater and sit>
> This is chapter 4 of Silver and Gen X. All the usuall blah, blah.
> Characters belong to Marvel C. Except Silver. Comments appreciated.
MIKE: I'm at a loss for words.
TOM: I mean, at this point, what can you say?
> Chapter Four
> Evening, a few weeks later.
>
> Emma walks in to see Sean sitting in the parlor room reviewing
> papers from one of his classes. "How does our students fare?"
TOM: <as Emma> "I ain't ever learned me no English, so what I is a headmistress of an illustrius academy. Seein' as how Ize a millionaire and a high falootin' New Yawk big-wig I decided, heck, the way I talk don't matter none, so long as I gots money!"
> she asks him.
> "M, straight A's as usuall. Same for Everett and Jono.
MIKE: With all of his bitter, angry teenager riff, Jono doesn't strike me as the straight A type.
> Paige got a B on the last paper, she won't be happy. Angelo C's and B's. Jubilee's last paper barely got a B. And > Mary also recived a B.
>
> "It seems that Mary has taken amazingly well to her new
> surroundings. And especially Jubilee."
CROW: And just what was that supposed to mean?!
> "She's getting along well in training sessons also. She keeps
> surprising M all the time. The only problem is in that childish temper of hers."
> "The lass'll grow out of it, givin time."
TOM: Um, ok, I thought we already figured out time wasn't going to fix this. I mean, she's 18 now and well..she should be out of that pouty toddler stage.
> "I agree. But I intend to make it sooner rather than later."
> "And how do ye intend to do that?"
> "She's 18 now, it's time she grew up."
MIKE: <as Silver> I'm going away to Nevernever Land! I don't want to grow up!
> "That doesnt answer my question." Getting suspisious, Sean
> asks,"Just what have ye DONE Emma?"
CROW: My god, woman, what have you done!?
> "I hid all her stuffed animals."
TOM: Oooh! I'm shakin' in my boots!
CROW: You don't even have feet!
TOM: Shut up...
> "That's all?"
> "That's all,"she smiles.
MIKE: Oh that's all! For a moment I thought she might have done something important.
> Breathing a sigh of relief, he returns to grading papers.
CROW: Well ~that~ exciting little episode got finished rather quickly, wouldn't you say?
MIKE & TOM: <nodding in agreement>
> **************************
>
> Just getting out of the girls communal shower drying her hair,
ALL: <shudders>
MIKE: Don't go there, Crow.
CROW: I wasn't...the horror of that sentance has shocked me too badly.
> Silver walks into her room. There's nothing special about the room.
MIKE: Now don't listen to that, you're special, just like everyone else!
> It's very modern in a techno sort of way.
TOM: Supported by sponsor Redundacy: Redundantly Phrasing Sentances Redundantly in order to cause chaotic confusion.
> Black and white with touches of red and blue. Simple. She likes it that > way.
>
> Because she's got her head totally covered with a towel, she
> doesnt notice the change right away.
CROW: Yet somehow, she managed to navigate the halls, open the door to her room and find her way inside.
MIKE: <whispering> We've switched Silver's regular brew with new Folgers Crystals. Let's see if she notices.
> She finds her bed, sits, and finished towel drying her hair. When done, she throws the soaking fabric on the back > of the nearest chair.
MIKE: Wet towel? You're soaking in it!
> Taking off her robe, she grabs the remote control and lays down.
TOM: Watching TV in the buff, always a fun thing.
> As she turns on the TV, she reaches over to the other nightstand to grab her teddy bear.
CROW: In the buff with Teddy...saaaayy....
> It's a nightly ritual for her to do so,
MIKE: <clamping hand over Crow's mouth>
> so it's a suprise to find that her teddy is missing.
>
> She looks all around the nightstand and then under the bed.
TOM: No boogymen here!
> Nothing.
CROW: I couldn't have summed this fan-fic up better myself.
> Looking to see if she put it with her other stuffed creatures, she
> notices all of them missing.
CROW: Oh, the humanity!
> Who would steal all of my stuffed animals? I cant believe this!
MIKE: <as Silver> Like, this is totally not my day!
> After searching her whole room, she storms out. The first words
> out of her mouth(at max vollume) are,
TOM:... BITE ME!
CROW: Wow, she has volume control on her ~mouth~?
MIKE: Remember, "her powers are everything to do with sound."
TOM: Oh, right, right, yeah.
> "WHO THE HELL STOLE MY TEDDY BEAR?!?!?!?"
CROW: <as Counselor Troi> "Now Silver, I'm sensing a lot of hostility and..."
> Hearing the commotion, everyone hurries to the hallway.
MIKE: What's everyone doing in the girls dorm to being with?
> "I didn't steal it, I hid it," Emma says calmly.
TOM: <as Emma> So there!
> "WHAT?!? WHY?!?" Silver's blood begind to boil at Emma's cold tone.
CROW: Oh, it's hot and hurts and stuff.
MIKE: See the contrasting images of boiling blood and cold tones?
TOM: Nice.
> "Because you need to grow up and control your temper."
> Clenching her fists, Silver glares at Emma. "Temper?!?
> My...TEMPER?!?"
TOM: GYMTAKA!
> Before anyone can catch her, Silver slams her fist into Emma's jaw. Everyone hears the 'crunch' of her jaw > breaking.
CROW: <singing> Nestles is scrunchious, when it crunches, that's why I love....Nestles Crunch!
> Dispite the pain in her jaw, Emma retaliates mentally.
TOM: Ah, the old mental retaliation trick.
> She reaches into Silver's mind and keeps her from moveing. *CONTROL > YOURSELF!*
MIKE: <Yoda> "You must learn control."
> "GET OUT OF MY HEAD, PSI-BITCH!"
MIKE: <scandalous> My word! Such language!
> Silver screams, making everone except Sean cover their ears.
> Sean acts quickly before any more damage is done, by grabbing
> Silver and turning her to face him. "Mary,
TOM: Uh, oh. He's toast. He just said the "M" word.
CROW: Now she's going to break something off of his person.
> lass, STOP THIS! Tell me whats wrong! Why are ye so angry chile?
MIKE: And suddenly Sean, the Irishman, is Aunt Jemima.
> Its just a stuffed animal, for lands sakes."
MIKE: Again, we see the Aunt Jemima complex surfacing...
> "No it's not! You dont understand!" The look on her face tears at
> his heart, it so filled with pain.
> When the tears start, he quietly pleads,"Than make me understand."
All: <sniffing>
> As Emma's mental control fades, Silver slumps in his arms and
> cries. It's the last thing anyone here expected to see from her. So they leave silently. Jubilee gives her a slight pat > on the back before she goes. And M takes Emma to the infirmary to look after her jaw.
MIKE: And then we finish the paragraph.
TOM: And then we all get out of here!
MIKE: And I don't think so...
> Sean gently lifts her and brings her back into her room,
CROW: Heh, heh, should we be reading this?
> and sets her down on her bed. He holds her as she relates her story.
TOM:...<as Silver> And there, on the door handle, was a HOOK!
> "Me...my mum gave me that teddy, on my fifth birthday.
> The.....the...day before she and Daddy were killed. I...was there
CROW: Why, that is the longest elipses I've ever seen!
TOM: Is that supposed to indicate a longer.....pause?
> when...when... they were....murdered. I remember what happened, what they did to y mum a'fore they killed her. I > was hidin' at the time, but saw it all. But I dont remember those creeps faces.
> But...I remember in my dreams. Teddy.... Teddy keeps the
> nightmares away. All of them. I vowed no one would do to me what they did to mummy. N..no one." The last is > said so quietly he almost didnt > hear her.
TOM: <child> Can ~I~ have a teddy like that, Mike?
MIKE: Well...if you're good.
> "Hush Chile,
CROW: Chile? Isn't that a country in South America?
> no need to say any more," he wispers. "You rest a
> while and I'll find your teddy for you."
TOM: <as Mary> I'm so sleepy, I can hardly keep my eyes open...
> He urges her to
CROW: Oh really--mmmfh!
MIKE:<covering Crow's mouth>
> lay down then covers her with a blanket. Just as he's about to close her door, he looks at her with all the concern > of a troubled father.
MIKE: From what I hear, he ~is~ a troubled father.
> What he sees suprises him for a second, then closes the door behind him so she can be alone.
CROW: I guess she just needs some "Me Time."
> It's the absolute last thing he expected to see from a girl her
> age, let alone Mary herself. She was curled in the fetal
> potition....sucking her thumb.
ALL: <making thumb-sucking noises>
TOM: Well, let's see...she throws frequent temper tantrums, she ~has~ to always have her way, she is dependant on stuffed animals, Teddy in particular--
CROW: And might I add what an ~original~ name that is for a ~teddy~ bear.
TOM:--and she hits people when she's angry. Yet this thumb-sucking behaviour surprises him? Odd.
> Normal is only defined by a narrow perception of reality.
TOM: <shaking> I can't take it any more! Well...well...you must have a really ~broad~ perception of reality then!
MIKE & CROW: Ok, sure, whatever you say, Tom.
> Sing Bluesilver...
CROW: Sit Loafy, sit!
MIKE: Let's go...
<all exit theater>
~~~
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<All enter theater and sit>
> This is chapter 4p2 and 5 of Silver and Gen X. All the usuall blah, > blah. Characters belong to Marvel C. Except > Silver. Comments appreciated.
MIKE: Ya know, I can tell the author put a ~lot~ of work into this disclaimer.
> Chapter Four pt 2
TOM: It's a good thing Bluesilver abbreviated the word "part" it's so long and cumbersome...
> Sean walks into the infirmary. He sees M placing the jaw brace on
> Emma. "Emma? Would ya happen to know where ya left the Mary's li'l > bear?"
MIKE: Would ye happen to have any Grey Pupoun?
> *In my office, in the amore'.
ALL:<singing> When the moon hits your eyes, like a big pizza pie, that's amore!...
> Do you think I should apologize to her?*
CROW: <as Sean> Well, you ~did~ traumatize her...
> "Aye. I believe ye sould. 'Though she may na forgive so easily.
> I'll go retrive her toy."
TOM: <Silver> IT'S NOT A TOY! It keeps the nightmares away!
CROW: Ya know, I'm beginning to think our little Silver needs some therapy.
> He finds it easily in the amore' drawer, along with the rest of
> her stuffed animals. He puts them into a bag he found next to them.
CROW: Unfortunately it was Emma's body bag.
> After he fills it, he heads back to Silver's room.
> Halfway back to her room, Sean hears a scream.
MIKE:...but, here at Xaviers, Sean is used to screaming, so he politely ignores it.
> As he starts running, he realises that the scream is coming from Mary's room.
MIKE: Alright, how many of us saw this coming?
ALL: <raise hands, or approximations thereof>
> Soon he's flying, and flies straight into her window to catastrophy.
CROW: Ah yes, the famous window to catostropy.
> There's nothing left whole. Every piece of furniture is shattered.
> He even sees a whole in the wall leading to Jubilee's room. That explains why Jubilee is in here. Paige and Monet > are also in the room searching for Mary. She's nowhere to be found.
MIKE: Wow, that happened pretty quick. The author sure does get straight to the point, doesn't waste any time on description, prose, or dialogue...
> Jubilee is looking under everything calling to Silver like a
> person would call a lost dog.
TOM: Silver <whistles> Here girl! C'mon, girl, where are you! Silver!
CROW: So basically Silver is being compared to a dog?
MIKE: Basically.
> "Silver? SILVER...where are you?!? SILVER?!?"
TOM: Hi-Ho, Silver away!
> Everyone in the room joins in the search.
MIKE: It's just a room for cryin' out loud, how hard could it be?
> *wimper*
TOM: Is someone who wimps out a wimper?
> Sean hears it first. *sniffile* Very faint, but there, near the closet.
CROW: "Sniffile"?
TOM: Next week on the Snif Files...
> *groan*
ALL: <groans>
> Not near the closet,
MIKE: But you just ~said~!
> IN the closet. Under the clothes and the closet door, he finds her.
MIKE: Likes reverse sentence order, does Bluesilver.
TOM: "Walking down the stairs standing on the floor, they are."
> Curled up into the fetal position like he had left her earlier, > mumbling and crying.
TOM: He left her under the clothes and the closet door? Oh for shame!
> "Mary, lass? What's wrong?" he wispers to her. "Mary?" Sean
> reaches out.
CROW: Uh-oh <makes "tsk"-ing noises>
TOM: He called her Mary...
MIKE: Yup, he's gonna have something ripped off of his person for sure!
> He intends to take her in his arms like the lost child he
> sees, but that's not what happens.
TOM: Ya know, I just have a problem with that sentance in general.
CROW: Why, it's not all ~that~ bad.
TOM: Just on principle.
> Just as he touches her, she backs away and
MIKE: How can she back away if she's in "the" fetal position?
> whimpers,"No...please, no."
CROW: No, mommy, not the clown suit!
> Sean backs away as M and Jubilee come up to her. "I don't know
> what to do,"he says to no one in particular.
> "Silver? What's is it? What's wrong?" Jubilee asks gently.
> "Don't let 'em.....*sniffle*.... can't let 'em hurt me. Not like
> mommy. Won't let'em kill me...when there done."
TOM: There, done.
CROW: How hard is it to use the ~correct~ form of the word? I mean, ~one~ proof reading session could have made this fan-fic ~so~ much more tolerable.
> "She's STILL sleeping," M exclaims.
>
> ".......*moan*......Why?..... Why do they keep sayin' .... those
MIKE: Why...........must....the...elipses.....be....so.....long.
CROW: She is....trying to!....talk....like?....William.......Shatner.
> things to me? What......do they mean....too pritty....for a
MIKE: Look, I hate to be ~too~ critical, but pretty is ~not~ a difficult word to spell.
> mutie?......Why am I too pritty?......What's a mutie?..........I won't
TOM: <softly> You mean...she doesn't know? <gasp>
> let 'em kill me...I WON'T........I KILL THEM ALL FIRST...I WILL.....
MIKE: I WILL kill him!
TOM: You...are going...to die! Because I...am going...to KILL you!!
> I did...I did...I *wimper*..."
>
> "MY GOD! What's happened to her?" Sean wonders increadiously.
TOM: And the spell checker hacks up another one...
> "I don't know sir," Jubilee says to Sean,
MIKE: When did Jubilee get so polite?
> "But Paige, M, and I will watch over her for the rest of the night. Did > you find her teddy bear?"
TOM: It's ~Teddy~ to you.
> "Yes. It's.... I think I dropped the bag it's in just outside her
> window. Are ye sure ye'll be alright with her?"
CROW: <as Jubilee> "Well, she ~is~ on the floor in 'the' fetal position, 'wimpering' and moaning...she might give me a bit of trouble, but ~nah~ I can handle it!"
> "Since she did not take to you presence well, and does not seem to
> mind us, I think she will fair better with just females at the moment,"
CROW: Again, I'm losing the impresssion of perfection I used to get from Monet.
> M points out.
MIKE: Don't you point that thing at me, young lady.
> Sean exits through the window and comes back a second later with
> the bag. He digs out the bear and hands it to Jubilee who then puts it > in Silver's hands.
TOM: It's in your hands now, Silver.
> Silver holds it so tightly, she almost sqeezes it in half.
MIKE: Have you ever seen someone squeeze a stuffed animal in two?
BOTH BOTS: Well...um...no.
> Sean takes the audiance that has formed and scoots them out the
> door.
CROW: He scoots an audience? I'd like to see that.
> "If'n ye need anythin', let me or Emma know." With that he leaves.
TOM: With that, so do we.
MIKE: Uh-uh, but nice try.
Chapter Five
>
TOM: Woah, even the chapter heading is trying to escape this fan-fic.
CROW: I didn't know five things had happened in this story!
> "Sil, ya don't have to go ya know. Frosty did apologize. miracle
> of miracles."
>
> "I know Jubes. But then what? What would she do next? I don't
> think I need her to teach me. I'll do just a well on my own."
MIKE: Oh, yeah, we see how good ya do on yer own.
> Silver scrounges through whats left of her rom as she talks to
> Jubilee. As she finds something worth saving, she packs it in a box or
> her duffle bag.
CROW: Hey, I thought nothing was left whole.
> "I gotta get out o' 'ere afore I accendently kill her. I do get
> angry easily, sometimes I don't realize my own strength."
TOM: <as Jubilee> ~You~ anger easily? No way!
> "I know, I know. I'm just gonna miss you, ya know. So's everyone.
MIKE: Yeah, I bet Emma will miss her a lot.
TOM: And Mondo.
MIKE: Who?
TOM: He's one of the characters in the comic. The one that's been failed to be mentioned in this story.
MIKE: Ah.
> Ya gonna give your goodbyes to Jono?"
>
> "Yea, I'll say bye to him. Then I'm gone. But if ya need anythin',
> here's my cellular number. Bye Jubes."
TOM: <as "Jubes"> Yeah, could I get a pizza?
> She and Jubilee give each other a good bye hug. As Silver walks
> out the door, Jubilee says, "Bye Mary, G' luck."
MIKE: <wincing> Do ya think Jubilee will survive that statement?
> She just finished her goodbye's with Jono and started out the
> front door, when she hears someone walk quietly into the hall behind > her.
TOM: Ya know the one scene in this fan-fic that had the potential to be meaningful was summed up in one sentance fragment. Amazing.
> Turning around she sees Sean. "Leavin' us lass? I wish ye wouldn't."
MIKE: <Sean> Talk normal? Wish I could.
> "You can't change my mind. But I won't be too far away if'n ya
> need me."
MIKE: <again as Sean> Well, could ya pick up some things at the grocery?
> "I know. I let Charles know yer decision as well. Come 'er and
> give and ol' Irishman a hug goodbye."
TOM: <Silver> This is sexual harassment and I don't have to take it!
> She does, than walks out.
MIKE: Well, that went well, don't you think?
> There goes a strong ally, Sean thinks to himself.
ALL: <laughing>
TOM: Ok, she hits/kills at the drop of a hat...
MIKE:...doesn't have the strength to face her fears and is emotionally dependant on a teddy bear...
CROW:...refuses to listen to logic and is bigoted against telepaths.
TOM: Yup, definitely a "strong ally."
> Maybe gone for good.
CROW: Yesssss!
> Then again....
ALL: Uh-oh...
> Sean turns and heads back to his office. He picks up
> the phone and dials quickly, "Xavier's School For Higher Learning?"
TOM: Wha--Huh? Who said that?
> "Jean dear, can I speak w' Charles please?"
MIKE: Why Jean dear, of course.
> "Sure, hold on."
> Waiting in silence for only a second, he then hears,"Hello Sean.
> Is anything wrong?"
CROW: You're the telepath, you tell me.
> "Well it's about Mary.............."
ALL: Huh?
MIKE: I think the author fell asleep at the period
> THE END
ALL: <cheers of joy> YAY!
> .......for now.
MIKE: <offended> Is that a threat?
TOM: <whimpering> No, no, I'll be good!
> Normal is only defined by a narrow perception of reality.
CROW: And that's the last time I'll have to see that, whatever it means.
> Sing Bluesilver...
MIKE: He is one weird mamma jamma.
<all exit theater>
Original text by Bluesilver, MiSTING by Me, monet@uky.campus.mci.net
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> He has no idea what to do so he simply screams from the pain and confusion of it all.