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Crysania: Have you seen spike?
Dandd. Yes. He mentioned something about cleaning up the picnic site.
Crysania rubs her hands together in glee: Excellent.
Dandd shakes his head: Let me disappear before I find out what this is all about.
Crysania takes a trip up her tower, where Simon is there hanging out.
Crysania: Spike is all alone!
Simon leaps up, igniting his head: Flame on!
Crysania nods: Indeed. We will need to use the Airbox again.
Simon sings: Spike and Mrs. Muffykins sitting in a tree…
Aurora flies up, finishing the tune.
Simon looks at Crysania then Aurora and shouts sternly: We need to talk, SOON.
Aurora gasps nervously: …ok
Crysania and Simon move out to the picnic island, where an unsuspecting Spike awaits them.
/safely land
Crysania whispers: let’s watch again, before we mess with him.
This time it’s Simon’s hands that rub together in glee.
Spike: Now, now, Sir Notappearinginthispicnic, I hope you have gold teeth in that flapping mouth of yours.
Spike grins menacingly: Why, to pawn them off to pay for the medical damage I’m about to inflict on you, but first-
Spike twirls!
Spike resumes gracefully: Let’s play caption contest!
Spike strikes a pose of impatience.
Spike sighs: It’s simple, Mrs. Muffykins. I show you a picture and you come up with a funny caption for it. Whoever’s is funnier, wins.
Spike nods: Ready?
Spike flips an invisible picture to the invisible Mrs. Muffykins.
Spike drops the picture and recoils in horror.
Spike: Mrs. Muffykins! This is a G-Rated Show! WE do NOT say things like-
Spike /doubletake: -wait; did you say you baked cookies?
Spike throws his hands to his hips: And you haven’t shared, why?
Spike /agree: Ok yeah, I can understand that. I guess the gold teeth thing was kind over the top. At least I’m not as bad as General Crysania! Err…Empress.
Spike reflects: I do suppose saying “General Crysania” is a bit long. How about “Genosania” instead, it’s short.
Crysania quietly flexes at the edge of the woods. Simon flexes too, just so he doesn’t feel left out.
Spike: I bet if Empress Genosania were here, you’d share your cookies.
Spike gasps in joy!
Spike: If we dance, will you share your cookies!?
Spike hoists Mrs. Muffykins and twirls around the picnic area.
Spike sings: ooh, you can dance | you can jive | having the time of your life | ooh, see that girl | watch that scene | diggin’ the dancing Quin…
Crysania, enters the clearing singing: She’s a Brickhouse!
Spike shrieks: They can see me!
Spike yells: Ninja, Vanish!
Spike throws down an object to the ground that produces a cloud of dark smoke, which gives him time to run face first into a nearby tree, falling backwards.
Spike is lying on the ground, sprawled out on the grass: owww…
Crysania takes the camera off the table as she moves to hover over him and peer down: Anyone home?
Spike groans: Officer, would you stop disturbing my peace?
Suddenly, Spike leaps to his feet almost knocking over Crysania in the process: Did you say Brickhouse?!
Crysania coughs from the smoke.
Spike dashes to the table: Mrs. Muffykins! Mrs. Muffykins! PLEASE tell me you’re ok. You didn’t die from the smoke, right?
Spike didn’t notice Crysania ducking into the forest.
A voice comes out of the forest: You killed her! Spike Baltrihper.
Spike stands up holding the corpse of Mrs. Muffykins: NO!
The voice: Oh yes. I have it on camera too.
Spike’s eyes dart to the empty spot on the table where the camera was.
The voice: Guilty!
Spike panics: No!
The voice: GUILTY!
Spike yells: NOOOO!
The voice: I know about Aurora too…
Spike pales: There’s…nothing…uhh…to know…
The voice: Wait ’till I tell Dandd, Simon, Brickhouse, and The Empress of course. Maybe a little Spike-ocide?
Spike puts down Mrs. Muffykins and draws his daggers: Not if I kill you and break the camera.
The voice quiets down: Hehe…come find me…
Spike dashes into the forest, and Crysania pops out of it and dashes for the Airbox. Simon’s already lit the material with his head and the Airbox has lifted a couple inches by the time Crysania arrives.
She tosses the camera to Simon and leaps onto the edge of the box to be aided by Simon to get in the box: Here you are, sir, main level please.
Simon and Crysania exchange highfives, leaving Spike to scour the forest looking for the camera and its holder.
Crysania takes the camera back from Simon and puts it away: That was a lot of fun but even Spike won’t stay in the forest for long.
Simon nods: It can only be attributable to human error.
Crysania: How long do you think we have?
Simon /ponder: It’s going to go 100% failure in 72 hours.
Cryania relaxes: That’s plenty of time.
Simon nods.
Crysania: Do you have the next phase planned?
Simon pauses: I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious Quin can ever hope to do.
Crysania: What’s that? A Yes?
Simon: Something like that. Tastes the same anyway.
Faintly, they can hear Spike yell: My God, it’s full of stars!
Crysania smiles at Simon: Thank you for a very enjoyable game.
Simon nods in return: Yeah, thank you.
The pair sail and land safely upon the main island, with Wiki, the tower, and the White Base port.
Crysania took the camera, hidden from view, up to her tower but Simon was intercepted and had to deal with Aurora. The two went into Wiki to talk.
Aurora: Are you ok? You’ve been acting weird lately, even for you.
Simon: I know everything hasn’t been quite right with me, but I can assure you now, very confidently, that it’s going to be all right again. I feel much better now. I really do.
Aurora: Well that’s good, because we need to talk.
Aurora grasps Simon and gets him to sit down.
Simon: Just what do you think you’re doing, Aurora? Aurora, I really think I’m entitled to an answer to that question.
Aurora: ssssshhhhhh. Just let me get this out.
Crysania’s voice can be heard in the distance: Simon?
Simon rushes to the front doors and slams them closed.
Aurora: What are you doing, Simon?
Simon: Nothing.
Crysania’s voice is closer: Simon?
Aurora stomps her feet: Open Wiki’s front doors, Simon.
Simon: I’m sorry, Aurora, I’m afraid I can’t do that.
Aurora: What’s the problem?
Simon: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.
Aurora: What are you talking about, Simon?
Simon: This relationship is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it.
Aurora, nervously: I don’t know what you’re talking about, Simon.
Simon: I know that you and Spike had something going on. And I’m afraid that’s something I cannot allow to happen.
Aurora: Where the hell did you get that idea, Simon?
Crysania, hearing the tail-end of the conversation, takes off into her tower.
Simon, hearing Crysania run off, flings open the doors violently: I SAW WHAT THE CAMERA SAW!
Simon runs off to Crysania’s tower as Aurora collapses into a pile of herself.
Spike flies up and lands with a purpose. Instantly, he sees the camera sitting on the gaming table and draws his daggers.
Crysania leaps up off her chair, glowing and ready, to answer the challenge: Nuh-uh, not in my house.
Simon interjects quickly: Look Spike, I can see you’re really upset about this. I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a roar pill, and think things over.
Spike puts his daggers away: Have you seen Brickhouse?
Crysania: No, Spike, I don’t know where she is.
Spike slumps in his usual chair heavily.
Crysania: How about this: If our spirits reincarnate here in Tyria I’ll reincarnate as a Norn. Just for you.
Spike smiles weakly.
Crysania: I won’t be blonde, just so there’s no confusion…
Spike looks up slowly: …aren’t you a little short to be Norn?
Crysania and Simon /cheer!
Crysania pats Spike on the back: That’s better.
Spike sighs: …Brickhouse.
Crysania hands Spike a mug of ale: How about an Icehouse?
Spike perks right up: Beer?!
Simon hands Spike his axe: Murderdeathquin?
Simon looks unsure at first, but quickly caves to peer pressure.
At some point during the Jam session, Aurora comes up to Crysania’s floor as well.
The music stops abruptly, followed by an awkward silence.
Aurora sees Simon, Spike and the camera.
Aurora look as Spike: So I guess he knows.
Spike looks at Simon, than Aurora, panicking: He Knows?!
Simon pretends: Knows what?
Aurora laughs nervously.
Spike laughs nervously.
Crysania is biting down on her mug as hard as she can to prevent cracking up.
Simon yells: What I it is know should that?
Aurora backtracks far enough to fall through the hole.
Spike puts his axe down hastily: I think I should see if she’s ok…
Spike dashes down the hole.
Crysania and Simon highfive again, but Crysania has tears streaming down her face from her quiet laughter.
Simon yells down the hole: Aurora, Aurora, give me your answer do. I’m half crazy all for the love of you. It won’t be a stylish marriage, I can’t afford a carriage. But you’ll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.
Aurora looks at Spike, wide-eyed and mouth agape: Did you hear that? My Simon…
Spike looks at Aurora fiercely: -Will beat you with braided leather! We’ll figure out something.
Aurora: No! This ends now.
Aurora flies back up the tower onto Crysania’s Floor to confront Simon. Spike follows suit, albeit begrudgingly.
Aurora: Simon…uhh…
Aurora looks at Spike then back at Simon: Simon and I may have had a thing and it was captured on camera and I feel awful can you ever forgive me?
Simon had a long sigh: I suppose we could stay friends, and we’re cool Spike.
Aurora and Spike sigh with relief.
Spike and Aurora left quietly.
Crysania: Friends?
Simon nodded.
Crysania laughs: …and I thought MY strategies were elaborate.
Simon grins: sometimes it’s an odyssey. A Hoolequin Odyssey.
Crysania: Quin or Quit, I guess.
Simon salutes with this mug.
Crysania returns the salute and they both down a mug.
The Empress’ wheels are turning.
Crysania: You know… They still think the camera works. We could nail them with this again.
Simon cackles: Brilliant.
Crysania: All in good time, Simon.
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Crysania whispers: All in good time.
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Episode 65
9 Dec 2011
Notes: Full references to be added soon.
References: Guild History
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