Krissy 80: My mouth tastes like acid. DoNotExist: Why? Krissy 80: I just ate two english muffins with butter and drank some Tang. DoNotExist: Er. Krissy 80: er what? DoNotExist: Nooothing... Krissy 80: hey, I like TANG! DoNotExist: Juust like the monkeys in Coby's lab... Krissy 80: hey hey hey....! um....what monkeys? DoNotExist: He works in a neuroscience research facility. They cut monkey's heads open and stick electrodes in them and feed the monkeys Tang as a reward for doing stuff correctly Krissy 80: they feed it to them as a reward???? DoNotExist: Well, they train them to watch virtual reality or something. I'm not sure. I know he mentioned something about Tang. Krissy 80: and he wasn't referring to say, a Hong Kong action hero? DoNotExist: No. Krissy 80: Tang is scary, yet strangely appealing. DoNotExist: heh Krissy 80: it has a silky texture. DoNotExist: er. Krissy 80: you ever had it? DoNotExist: nope Krissy 80: drink some, you may *like* it... DoNotExist: hmph Krissy 80: join me and the monkeys. DoNotExist: no Krissy 80: join us! DoNotExist: I will NOT imbibe TANG!! DoNotExist: NEVER! Krissy 80: godammit! ::dives at Renie, taking ahold of her neck. Somehow, a glass of TANG has appeared in her hand.:: Drink! DoNotExist: ::thrusts a forearm in front of her face and tries to turn away:: I will NOT be corrupted! Krissy 80: ::takes the Tang and pours some of it over Renie's contorted mouth:: drink!!!! it's good! DoNotExist: pfffff ::A spray of Tang is projected from her mouth, lips vibrating as they emit the orange droplets:: Krissy 80: ::flinches from the spray, wiping her face and arms of the orange liquid:: geez, did any get in? DoNotExist: ::takes this opprotunity to jump back and wipe her face with her sleeve ostentatiously:: I swallowed none, fiend. You fail once more. Krissy 80: fine, fine. want a pixie stix instead? DoNotExist: ::narrows eyes:; Is this another of your foul schemes? Krissy 80: um, no. it's candy. if it were an evil scheme, than that would mean I'm really Alison, because she's the Candy Cane Queen and she would come up with some evil-plan type-thing, but she's not around and there's no way she could be here, so I'm not really her, and it's not a foul scheme, I just feel kinda bad. here. ::proffers the pixie stix toward Renie:: DoNotExist: ::extends a hand, cautiously, grabs one and pulls back immediately.:: Krissy 80: ::watches Renie intently:: and.... DoNotExist: ::examines the stick. peers at it closely. pokes it. sniffs it. licks the outside. finally shrugs, tears it open, throws her head back, and pours the contents into her mouth:: DoNotExist: ::drops to the ground, unconscious:: Krissy 80: what the-! ::feels for a pulse, finds one, so she picks up the stick, sniffs it:: hmm.... nothing wrong with it. shouldn't have done *that*.... I'll have to run a chemical analysis on it. ::disappears into the lab, leaving Renie on the floor:: DoNotExist: ::one eye slides open, then another. Renie jumps up:: Krissy 80: ::is performing various chemical tests on some leftover pixie dust she found in the tube:: nothing really unusual here.... maybe I should give some to that intern... DoNotExist: ::quietly makes her way to the control room:: Krissy 80: ::jumps up suddenly:: of course, that's it!!!! ::runs out of the lab:: I got it!!!!! DoNotExist: ::sits at the main terminal, maniacly pressing keys:: Krissy 80: hey, where are you? dammit, you could at least have had the respect to stay passed out longer!!!! ::flinches as a giant mirrored ball lowers from the ceiling and the room is filled with hundreds of tiny light specks:: Krissy 80: ::it is really annoying:: DoNotExist: ::punches more keys, causing the room to fill with white smoke. a strobe light starts operating:: Krissy 80: hey, is this your way of convincing me to throw a party? because it won't work, ya know. all the people we know are losers. DoNotExist: :: a door opens, and a crowd of cool people pour in, reeking of cigarette smoke and youthful coolness:: Krissy 80: and what's this, a mail order clique? ::a man in a brown uniform comes up to her with a clipboard and pen:: oh look, I was right. I am NOT signing for this. DoNotExist: ::Reenie's voice booming over the loudspeaker:: Send him to the control room, I'll sign for it. ::a stage slides out of the wall, and a band appears on it. Loud rock music is played, and a banner descends from the ceiling, proclaiming "Happy Birthday Krisso." DoNotExist: ::looks intently into the monitor:: Dammit, those morons misspelled it! Krissy 80: ::stares at the stage, then at the banner:: I am NOT happy. First of all, it's not my birthday. It's four months away!!! and second of all, second of all... there is no second of all!! what the hell is going on? Don't make me get medieval on someone's ass.... maybe those gothy-types over there... ::pulls out her brass knuckles and wanders away:: DoNotExist: ::falls to her knees and thrusts her fists angrily at the heavens:: DAMN YOU, AOL REMINDER SERVICE!!! Hmm. If I kick all those people out, the food that I ordered will be enough to sustain the entire JLS for about 20 years! Krissy 80: or 20 minutes. DoNotExist: ::jumps, startled:: When'd YOU come it? ::notices a slightly bloodied brass knuckle on her hand:: Krissy 80: come what? DoNotExist: Hmph. Um, sorry, or something. Krissy 80: Sorry? Sorry? Do you know how much this costs??? Now I'm going to have to turn to a life of crime during my free hours to make up the cost! DoNotExist: Don't worry, it doesn't cost you a thing, the advertizers cover everything. Krissy 80: what advertisers? ::grimaces because she knows this is gonna be painful:: DoNotExist: ::Reene makes a flamboyant gesture, and suddenly the room is lit up with bright logos. They paster the walls completely, Coca-Cola, Starbucks, Magnavox, Timberland, Levi's, Viagra, and so on...:: DoNotExist: If you're impressed by this, you should see the one Sony put on Rob's butt. Krissy 80: ::quite simply, quietly begins to cry. falls on her knees and cries:: DoNotExist: Yeah well. Some people just can't appreciate what I go through for them. ::Walks out, wandering toward the party::