@Joe

No, that's fine.  It can totally be sarcastic.  I like the story, just instead of him calling himself Dr. X, could he legally change his name to the name I wrote in my description (to distinguish himself from Johnny Westlove).

Also, if we only have the last of each kind, how are they reproducing?  Do we have cloning technology? 

--Herbert--

The next morning, I got up to hear Mr. X. shouting on the PA, "Attention museum workers. I am looking for the key to the cell in the basement. If anyone has it, please bring it to me. If anyone lost it, please come to me and make lame excuses, not that it will get you in any less trouble."

Since I didn't have the key, I just ingored the notification and went about my business. Later I saw Mr. X. yelling at the buff maintenence dude I'd seen the other day who swallowed the key to Shy's cell. "I didn't say you could swallow it!" he was shouting furiously. "Now we have to make a new one, as if I didn't have enough to worry about..." his voice got quieter as I exited the room and entered the Avian Gallery, which was full of birds everywhere, all organized in seperate enclosures by habitat and how well they got along. And Alazea was there, walking about in the passenger pigeon enclosure with... Veronica.

Alazea and Veronica will sitting on a wooden bench inside, chitchatting and pointing out the birds. I entered. "Hi," I said. The girls turned. "Oh, hi, Herbert!" said Alazea. "Hi," said Veronica. Alazea smiled sweetly and said, "You know, all those years sitting in that little cottage... I wondered what I'd grow up to discover."

"You don't have to grow up to discover," I told her.

"Well, I know, I mean, I considered just being a novelist..."

"No, no. I mean, you don't have to grow up in order to discover. You can discover as a kid too."

"Oh." She blushed. Veronica smiled at us. "Veronica..." I said... "I have to ask you... do you really think I'm cute?" Alazea frowned. "When did she say that?"

"You weren't here," I told her. "Veronica?" She looked thoughtful, then said, "Well, yes," and paused before continuing, "but I don't really... want you... even after that nutty dream..."

"The dream?" I said suddenly, my ears perking up. "The one with the island?" Veronica nodded. "You had it too? That makes it even weirder. Well, a dream doesn't decide I like you. I mean, I do, but not like you like you. Ya know?"

"I know," I said. "You wanna hang out, the three of us... you know, just buds?" They grinned. We went up onto the roof. Alazea pulled out a couple extra pairs of binoculars and handed them to us. "So..." I asked Veronica, "Who's the apple of your eye know?" Veronica chuckled. "It's stupid."

Alazea smirked. "Come on, it's okay! Just the three of us, the coolest friends in the coolest museum on the planet!" Veronica let the words tumble out slowly. "I... have a... you-know-what... on, uh, Mark."

"Jessie's brother?" I said. "You don't even know him!"

"Yeah, but he's really cute..." she said, "...like, crazy." After a second, Veronica laughed. "Feels nice to be telling secrets, doesn't it?" We laughed with her, and Alazea suddenly spat out, "I still sleep with stuffed bird animal toys!" Then she looked a little shocked for a second and covered her mouth. But then our cool aura reminded here she was in a safe place to talk.

We talked some more. About how the passenger pigeons had such fat red bellies. About how Veronica had once ruined her life in kindergarten by coloring the book with the wrong crayons. And about how I really needed a haircut.

It felt good to be friends. Normal friends, telling our darkest secrets for the heck of it.

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After the chat on the roof, we went down to find Mr. X. carrying the newly forged key for Shy's cell. "I need to talk to her," he told us, and entered the basement. We followed him down, but he closed the door behind him and locked it. Alazea smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm a master eavesdropper." She pulled out a device with a long, thin tube on the end and stuck the tube part through the keyhole of the door. Then she pulled a few headphones out of her bag.

Mr. X. was heard unlocking Shy's cell. "I was seriously cold last night, X-guy!" she complained. "Why didn't you give me some of your own clothes to wear over my underpants?"  There was a click, Mr. X. seemed to be unlocking a door. "Here," he said a moment later. After a few minutes in which we assumed she was putting on the clothes Mr. X. gave her, he began to talk. "I really am your uncle," he said.

"Yeah, right!" retorted Shy. "You're one lousy uncle then. Why didn't you come help me?"

"I tried," said Mr. X. "But your father beat me to it."

Shy stopped grumbling. Now she was interested in what Mr. X. had to say.

"My name is Peter Hillpin Ellington," he said. "Your mom, Jennifer Ellington, was my twin sister. Johnny Westlove is really your real father."

I hadn't noticed until now, but what seemed to be the whole museum had gathered behind us. Shy plugged in a 100-multi-jack attachment into the fourth headphone jack of her device and then everyone started listening. Mr. X. told his story, and Shy's story, to her.

And we heard every word of it. When Mr. X. came out with the now fully-dressed Shy, he found us all standing there with our headphones plugged into Alazea's listening device.

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So, there we go! Melody, maybe a Mr. X. POV would be good next... 

Please write guys! I need your help moving this story forward! ~ JtSF

Fia~

When I entered
the room to meet the mysterious Mr. X, my interest in him was lost when someone
yelled my name and threw her arms around me. “Sparky?!” I said when she pulled
away. I looked her up and down. I hadn’t seen her in several years, so her long
hair with the blue streak, was new to me, as well as being taller and older
looking.  A man who I took to be Mr. X
welcomed me, and a boy sitting in the corner asked if Sparky and I knew each
other.
“Of course!” Sparky said. “Sophia, or Fia, as we all called her, was my best
friend! At least, back when I lived at the Orphanage." 
“ Well in that case, you two can be roommates,” Mr. X said.
I turned excitedly to Sparky. “So how did you get here?!” we both asked at the
same time. We started laughing, and Mr. X said, “It seems like you will want to
catch up, so if you would give Sophia a tour while you’re at it, that would be
wonderful.” 
“Alright. Mr. X, I will!” Sparky said and we were off.
“You first,” I said. Sparky explained how she ran away from the orphanage, and
had gone to live on an Island where she had lived with and cared for the
animals. She told me about how her great-grandfather had made an agreement with
SMoSEA, and how she had been taking care of the supposedly extinct sea animals.
(if anything is wrong feel free to change it.) “Wow,” I said when she had
finished. “What is this place? How does it work?” I asked. She had just opened
her mouth to explain, when an alarm started ringing. “Again?” she said irritatedly.
“What does it mean?” I asked her. “I don’t know,” she said. “There was an alarm
a few days ago that meant there were outsiders that had accidentally found us.
This one’s different, though. We should go find the others. Follow me.”

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Just to let you guys know, his name is ALEX and we are FRIENDS. I was thinking of making a thing out of them.

~Jessie

I wanderd through the grassland section gazing at all of the mammals and birds. One exibit caught my eye. I walked over to the lable to see what it was. It read, Tasmanian Tiger. My breath caught in my throat as I gazed at the animal. It lifted its head and looked at me suspisiously. I put my hand to the glass. The thylacine put her nose to the spot where my hand was.

"I see you are already picking favorites," Alex teases from behind me.

"Oh come on," I laugh. "It's a Tasmanian Tiger for Pete's sake! You must understand that I've never seen an extinct animal before and thycalines are extreamly mysterious and not much is known about them."

He smiled. "Okay, okay, I get the point. You're fangirling over a wolfy-thingy that's called a tiger."

I laugh and sock his arm lightly. He pretends to look hurt.

"Fine then, be that way," he fake pouts.

"Yes, I will be that way," I respond teasingly. As Alex leaves, I turn back to the thycaline. A few minutes later, the alarm sounds. I utter a curse and am about to run off, when I notice it running around and freaking out. I slowly approach it.

"Hey," I whisper. "Hey calm down. it'll be alright." It turns to face me, its eyes wide and frightened. I present myself in front of the glass, to show that I'm not a threat. She calms down a bit. I move slowly to the staff entrance and the thycaline follows, as if it doesn't want to leave. I slowly climb into the cage. It looks shocked, and starts to back away. I hold out my hands and hold still. It approches slowly, the alarm still sounding. I gently pet it and sit down. It puts its head in my lap as I slowly rub it behind the ears. I hum a little tune as it falls asleep.

--Herbert--
After Mr. X. berated us all for listening to him talk to Shy, alarms blared and then we ran upstairs. By the time we finally found our way up, Jessica was petting the escaped animal - a Tasmanian Tiger - which was purring softly. Mr. X. sighed in relief. "Jessica, I thought your job was sleeping," he said.
"What?" said Jessie curiously. "Your information must have been incorrect. I calm down animals."
"Ah," said Mr. X. "My apologies to you and your brother Mark."
"I'm not her bro!" Jessie's buddy replied. "And my name is ALEX."
Mr. X. sighed. "Well, thank you for stopping the Tasmanian Tiger from escaping."
"Almost." said a man behind Mr. X. who wore a hoodie, cloak, and sunglasses. "You!" said Mr. X. The man took off his glasses and lowered his hoodie. "Dad..." whispered Shy.
Johnny Westlove paid her no heed. Then we heard a helicopter from above, and then a couple FREAK agents came down on a ladder and hefted up the tiger. "I will be back soon," he said. "And Shy, you dropped..." Johnny Westlove whipped out her T-shirt with the body heat and location detection, covered in sand. "... this." He ran into the crowd, grabbed Shy by the shoulder, and snatched her up.
"Dad, no!" she said. "These are good guys too! We just need to make peace, compromise or something!"
He laughed. "Shy, you thought we were good guys? I'm so disappointed in you."
Then he shut his helicopter door. Shy stuck her head out the window and called, "Uncle Peter, help! Help!" before an agent withdrew her and stuck a gag in her mouth.
"What do we do know?" I asked Mr. X. He looked determined. "We go after that freakin' FREAK copter." he told us. "Johnny Westlove is going to hell."
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Okay, I was a little confused there because no one tried to continue from the point where the whole museum was listening to Mr. X. talk to Shy. But I think we know have something pretty good to work off of. Oh, and the helicopter chase better be something people outside SMoSEA and FREAK will notice, making it worthy of another report from Lilah Lemon.

Guys! Write more! This thread is in danger of death by unpopularity!

This thread is dying, we need to act NOW!!!!!!!!!!

Shy~

I really didn't know half of what was going on. My dad arrived undecteded, gave me my t-shirt covered in, of all things, SAND, and raced me out the door.

"Dad, no! These are good guys too! We just need to make peace, or compromise or something!"

Dad laughed. "Shy, you thought we were good guys? I'm so dissapointed in you!"

On the FREAK copper, I threw my head out the window.

"U--" the word got caught in my throat. "Uncle Peter, help! HELP!" An agent reached behind me and pulled a gag over my mouth.

"Shy?" asked Fender supiously. "What has gotten into you?"

I felt my checks redden slightly, but I was reliefed that he was okay after getting hit by the tranqulizer dart.

"Nothing," I replied, ripping the gag from my mouth. "I'm bringing SMoSEA agents to the FREAK base."

Dad and Fender exchanged some looks.

"Their base will be open for quite awhile durning the asault. Better for our own attack," I continued. "Important agents will follow this copper. They'll be most vurnable at our base."

"She does have a point," Fender said softly.

"Then what was that whole 'uncle Peter' thing about?" my father argued.

"They have to think I'm with them. That I'm worth saving. That I'll help them."

"How do we know you aren't with them?" Dad asked.

I made no comment.

Fender broke in. "We can't know. That's why Shy will be staying with me at the far base, away from any trouble." I smiled in thanks. Dad frowned.

"Okay. But anything more out of you..." he said to me.

"Dad. It's going to be okay."

But as we rode to the FREAK base, I wasn't so sure. I felt like a member of FREAK, even after all SMoSEA had said to me.... but Dad's word's echoed in my head.

Shy, you thought we were the good guys?! I'm so dissapointed in you!

I wasn't quite sure what I felt about that.