F T F O I: ::steps in through the garage wall:: WHOA... Nikki Tyr: ::if I remember correctly, is probably still lying there unconscious:: F T F O I: ::Quickly scans the cramped space, and notices a certain thickness to the air, as well as the unconscious bodies of both Droolwood and TBD:: ::Takes posession of TBD's body because she's closer:: F T F O I: ::asks her telepathically:: What's going on here? Nikki Tyr: ::very bleary, for a telepathic voice:: uh... wha....? I.. don't know.. I remember Krissy's sexual identity... F T F O I: I meant, why are you and Droolwood just passed out in the garage? Nikki Tyr: I met the sexual identity, and it said he was in the garage.. so we came in here, and something went wrong.. treacherous little thing. F T F O I: Where is she now? Nikki Tyr: I have no idea. Don't know how long I've been here. What year is it? F T F O I: 1999. You haven't been passed out for all that long, yet. F T F O I: best I can tell you only missed a couple of boring months. Nikki Tyr: Mm. Well, I'd planned on going for the cold sleep until Star Wars anyway, but this really is out of hand... I wonder if my body will work.. F T F O I: don't worry about that, I can make it work for the time being. We need to wake Droolwood. Nikki Tyr: Where have you been during these past months, then? ::experimentally trying to wiggle her toes:: F T F O I: I don't rightly know, being all non-corporeal. I guess the drawback to moving with the speed of thought is not moving at all when you don't think... Nikki Tyr: Ah. Best to just move on, then. I want to get at that sexual identity, and Krissy for spawning it. F T F O I: well...last I knew of Krissy she was in Australia somewhere. Nikki Tyr: Then that's the place to go. ::sits up:: Well, that was a good start. F T F O I: And by now her sexual identity could be just as far away. F T F O I: Let's just get Droolwood up. I guess we shake him... Nikki Tyr: ::shakes him:: PhreeForm: Not yet Mommy... PhreeForm: Just a few more minutes until the Mattel Chocobots Power Hour... Nikki Tyr: I'm not your mommy, you stick-wielding freak. Wake up. PhreeForm: Rrr... not... insult stick... Stick have feelings... too... F T F O I: Is he awake? Nikki Tyr: Yeah, you could call it that. F T F O I: alright. Ask him if he can drive this thing ::mentally directs her attention to the JLS-Mobile:: Nikki Tyr: Yuh-huh. Whatever. Can you drive the JLS-Mobile? PhreeForm: Would you hit me if I said we needed dilithium crystals? Nikki Tyr: No, I'd rip off your external genitalia, assuming you have some. Yes or no? PhreeForm: This implies the existence of internal genitalia.... A penis for your pancreas, perhaps? Nikki Tyr: Answer the question. PhreeForm: Well, no we dont need dilithium crystals. We need panties. Nikki Tyr: ::waits:: Nikki Tyr: ::to Masochrist:: Uh... I'm tending to doubt it, frankly. F T F O I: I could try posessing the machine...although something like that's probably wrought with pitfalls... Nikki Tyr: We could hire a chauffeur. F T F O I: but would the chauffeur know how to operate it? Nikki Tyr: Perhaps you'd better listen to this idiot's explanation.. PhreeForm: Its quite an elegant conversion system. PhreeForm: The engine releases covalent bonds from silk, satin and other frilly elements, leaving nothing but elastic bands. Nikki Tyr: Right... can I hazard a guess? You have an engine. You put panties in. A miracle happens.Then the JLS-mobile moves. Yes? PhreeForm: "A miracle happens"? This, THIS, I say, is the product of a liberal arts education. PhreeForm: Yes, we need panties. The frillier, the more efficient the conversion, and the lower the insurance premiums. PhreeForm: Got any? PhreeForm: Or must I raid Joe's room? F T F O I: Call his bluff. I think he just wants to get every female in sight naked. Nikki Tyr: I'm not sure I can deal with that. You take over, I'll hide and whimper until we're on the road. F T F O I: Okay, but at least hide inside the thing. Nikki Tyr: Never mind. We have some help, that may work better than panties. PhreeForm: Alternative energy source? who? Nikki Tyr: Masochrist. PhreeForm: Quick review: Is he still an enemy, or just unnerving? Nikki Tyr: That's kinda hard to tell.... I'll go for unnerving. After all, he did wake me up. F T F O I: ::leaves TBD's body:: PhreeForm: He was in you... That's like, doin' it.... PhreeForm: huh huh huhu huhu huh huh huh Nikki Tyr: Damnit, no! Completely different! Nikki Tyr: ::blushes:: PhreeForm: Cigarette? Nikki Tyr: Shut up. Anyway. ::climbs into the JLS-mobile:: Let's try to get going. PhreeForm: Masochrist is a sissy. Nikki Tyr: Quit it, and get over here and drive. Masochrist's powering it. PhreeForm: 10-4 good buddy. Let them doggies roll! PhreeForm: ::Climbs into the cab:: F T F O I: ::while phashing out of TBD's body:: Droolwood... can you drive this thing? PhreeForm: GAH! PhreeForm: Give me some warning when you do that! F T F O I: Okay, how's this: I skip into you next unless you cut the crap and tell me if you can drive this heap! PhreeForm: Make her twitch or spit green goo, something traditional. PhreeForm: Oh, fine. F T F O I: ::laughs:: I'm not a ghost, I'm just non-corporeal... PhreeForm: I can drive it, if you can juice it. PhreeForm: Just don't get caught in the muffler, is all. F T F O I: You're sure about this conversion system? PhreeForm: I'm sure it will explode if I look at it cross-eyed. PhreeForm: I built it under the influence of peyote and "Zen and the Art of Superhero Maintenance" F T F O I: Well, getting the silk shouldn't be a problem, I can just take over someone's body who has access. PhreeForm: As if we know anyone who wears actual panties. PhreeForm: Get in , ya big non-corporeal sissy. F T F O I: ::seemingly vanishes:: PhreeForm: ::yells at the general area:: Look for the Y-shaped glowing thing! F T F O I: ::a car pulls up with a HUGE roll of uncut silk strapped to the roof:: PhreeForm: Too fuckin' late! F T F O I: ::unloads it:: Enough fuel? PhreeForm: ::sigh:: It's raw material. Not the processed underwear ore. PhreeForm: What's your hang-up, dude? PhreeForm: I'll tell you what: I'll load the silk in the tank, if you agree to be the back-up power source. F T F O I: fine. F T F O I: ::rises into the air and pervades the vehicle:: Nikki Tyr: Well, I'm in the mobile. can you make it work? Droolwood's being useless, I say we leave him. F T F O I: ::telepathically:: I AM the mobile. Droolwood can drive it, and using the silk roll and my own pyschic energy, we should have all the power we need. PhreeForm: ...And to inhabit the stereo system. PhreeForm: I am not driving without my "E Street Band" live album. F T F O I: fine. F T F O I: ::turns the radio on:: ::the preset is 710am:: PhreeForm: Damn NPR. We're moving on out! F T F O I: good. to where? PhreeForm: ooh. right. I'll ask Danielle. PhreeForm: Um... where're we going? Nikki Tyr: Australia, I think. Unless we bump into Krissy's sexual identity along the way.