DoNotExist: Dammit, Krissy, disarm her or something! I'm dying here! Krissy 80: What is she doing to you? DoNotExist: Tempting me with cheeeese.... Krissy 80: shit!!!!! DoNotExist: yesss... i don't know how much longer i can hold out.. Krissy 80: ::runs over to Renie, brandishing the Pez gun:: Nikki Tyr: ::the cheese smell starts to invade krissy's nostrils as well:: DoNotExist: ::reaches toward her protectress:: Krissy 80: I don't want no stinkin' cheese!!! DoNotExist: Wait! I have an idea! Nikki Tyr: ::pauses:: What? DoNotExist: ::runs out of the room, stripping as she goes:: Krissy 80: ::loads the Pez gun with Wintermint Pez:: what? DoNotExist: ::sounds of shower running:: Krissy 80: Renie? DoNotExist: Ow! Cold!!! DoNotExist: Owww... Krissy 80: guess the plumbing is still off..... Nikki Tyr: ::shares a glance with krissy, then looks at the trail of discarded clothes:: DoNotExist: ::after some time, the sound of running water stops, a blue renie emerges, wrapped in a towel:: DoNotExist: Ha! DoNotExist: You have no bower ober me, feend! DoNotExist: Muh nose ish all stuffed up! Krissy 80: like, messed up... (the plumbing and Renie) Krissy 80: huh? DoNotExist: I can't spmell! Krissy 80: howso? Nikki Tyr: ::points carefully to renie's Flo-Naze:: Use it. I dare ya! DoNotExist: I also seem to be developing a dasty dasty gold, but I guess it's a small brice to bay... Krissy 80: gold? where? Nikki Tyr: oh, yeah, david's pretty nasty all right DoNotExist: I am gold. ::shivers:: Krissy 80: you married him?!?!? Nikki Tyr: ::exclaims simultaniously with krissy:: DoNotExist: D'oh! DoNotExist: Not gold, GOLD! Krissy 80: Fort Knox? DoNotExist: ::shivers some more, teeth chatter:: Nikki Tyr: jewellery? money? Krissy 80: you look cold. need a blanket? DoNotExist: ::nods vigorously:: And some dea, maybe? Krissy 80: ::wanders into the closet looking for blankie:: Krissy 80: what was that? Nikki Tyr: ::starts making the tea:: I got it, Kris. DoNotExist: Awww.... a simple cold has reconciled the savage warriors and turned them into domestics DoNotExist: help... Krissy 80: I still got my Pez gun, I'm sure it can unstuff your nose for you...... Nikki Tyr: Oh, yeah, katanas are great for the common cold Krissy 80: ::tosses Renie the blanket and aims the gun at her:: now, open wide.... DoNotExist: ::whimpers and ducks under the blankie:: Krissy 80: ::that done, realizes she still has Danielle to deal with:: hello. ::points gun at her:: Nikki Tyr: ::shrugs and ignores krissy, more intend on biting the blankets to shreds:: DoNotExist: darn... Krissy 80: Danielle! ....oh no you don't..... those we can't replace! Nikki Tyr: ::shouts around a mouthful of down:: I'll replace them later! Krissy 80: they're heirlooms!!! DoNotExist: I... i... thing i have a feever.... DoNotExist: ::looks all weak and sick and stuff;: Krissy 80: ::fires wintermint Pez at Danielle:: take that! Krissy 80: Renie? ::drops the gun, grabs Reen, and drops her in a comfy bed:: DoNotExist: Sploink Nikki Tyr: ::ducks, then starts shooting red M&Ms from the tip of the katana:: Krissy 80: ::dodges the M&M's and loads up the Very Large Pez:: these are a bit harder to duck.... Krissy 80: ::continues firing:: Nikki Tyr: ::blocks them with the katana, hitting them back at krissy:: Krissy 80: ::catches the Pez in a glove, reloads and fires:: Krissy 80: ::nudges the blankets into the closet with her foot:: Nikki Tyr: ::shrugs, crawls under the couch, and starts eating the fallen candies:: Krissy 80: I think that's a wrap. Renie, you dead? DoNotExist: Nah, just silent Krissy 80: well then. all's well that.. that... something.... Nikki Tyr: whacheeyat!