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I, Joe the Stickfiddler, am typing in bold. My sis Daffy is typing in plain text. Got that? We figure you can get that.
Here is a HypQuest I asked sometime ago.
1. What would you do if you were guarding a gallery in the Secret Museum of Supposedly Extinct Animals, and then a guy in a ninja suit grabbed you by the shoulder, took the keys to the enclosures off your belt, and hurled you into the megaladon tank and proceeded to free all the extinct terrors, starting with the passenger pigeons and the T-rex second?
My answer: First, I would wonder how the heck I got a job at the SMSEA, because it is TOTALLY not my type, and then I would try to climb out of the tank before the megaladon ate me, and stop the wierd ninja dude. If the megaladon ate me before I could get out, I would pray that someone would save the world from this guy before being digested.
So I figured it would be cool to have a Secret Museum of Supposedly Extinct Animals thread. A story, or an RP, or something. Daffodil, what do you think?
I don't care.
She's being awfully unenthusiastic about collaborating. Later, guys!
Rodney says geko. Perhaps the SMSEA might have some sort of extinct gecko. Daffy, what do you think Squishy means when she says "geko"?
geko.
submitted by JtSF & Daffodil, age 14 and 12, Evil Vortex/Siberia
(August 31, 2013 - 2:51 pm)
(August 31, 2013 - 2:51 pm)
Sparky ~
I stared up, shocked, after Shy.
"Come on," Mr. X said, heading toward the landing pad where the helicopter was parked. We climbed in, Fry climbing into the copilot seat while Mr. X took the pilot's. The rotars started up, and we climbed into the sky. FREAK's helicopter was already far ahead, but we could still see it. We followed, gaining speed.
"What do we do once we catch up?" I shouted over the noise.
Instead of replying, Mr. X flicked a switch, revealing a wall of weapondry ranging from guns to bows to knives. My eyes widened.
"Arm yourselves for whatever may come. Pray it doesn't come to that." We all nodded solemnly, selecting what best suited us. I took a small hand gun, having previously learned to shoot, and slid two knives into pockets on either side of my pant leg. I wasn't sure what we were heading into, but I had a bad feeling about the whole thing.
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Okay, so, this is random and I just wrote something. I'm a dork who likes weapons. And that is not frightening at all.
Also, starting tomorrow evening, our internet is going down for a week due to technical issues I don't understand. SO PLEASE KEEP UP SPARKY FOR ME PEOPLE! DON'T LET HER FALL OUT OF THIS RP! I WILL BE BACK! THANKS!
(September 13, 2013 - 6:14 pm)
--Herbert--
After Mr. X. showed us the weapons, I grabbed another tranqualizer and a giant projectile hurler. I had a plan for these should it come to that.
We got in the helicopter, all of us armed with a variety of weapons. Fry Wisely grabbed the controls. Mr. X. held up a megaphone. Then Fry flew the copter up and away. After we were in the air, we couldn't see FREAK's copter, until Alazea spotted it. "There!" she said, pointing. We looked hard and noticed it, the size of an ant in prespective. How Alazea spotted it I have no idea.
Mr. Wisely flew the helicopter quick toward FREAK's and then we got so close to it I could smell the engine exhaust. Mr. X. stuck his head out the window and shouted through his megaphone. "You are ordered to surrender and give us back the tiger and the girl, now!"
I looked down. "You're attracting attention," I told him. We were hovering above a sidewalk cafe and a lot of people were looking up. Johnny Westlove refused to surrender. "Oh, you think that'll get me to surrender, now? So blind, Peter, so blind..."
I shot a projectile at the helicopter winshield, shattering it, then shooting the pilot with a tranqualizer dart. The pilot fell out of the helicopter and landed on top of the roof of a building 3 feet below, unconcious. I then shot some more tranqualizers at the rest of the FREAK agents, who collapsed right away, but they had no effect on Johnny Westlove. He laughed and then stood waiting. "Are you coming?" he asked.
I leaped from our copter and through the broken winshield. "You are a nut!" I said. Then I pulled a dart out of my tranqualizer and stuck it deep into his shoulder. He chuckled and pulled it out. He wasn't even bleeding.
"Mr. Elsewoode, you are a fine, brave fellow," Johnny Westlove said. "But you will not get in my way." He pulled out a pistol and cocked it.
"Whoa," I said. "You can't kill me!"
"Oh, I think I can."
"Well, I would agree," I replied, "But if you do, the press will have too many questions." I gestured down at the ground. Westlove looked out the window and saw a lot of people staring up, plus YENN had showed up and was live on the scene with Lilah Lemon, that young reporter from before. A friend of hers was waiting impatiently, like they had been in the middle of something and interrupted.
Johnny Westlove shot me anyway. I fell far out of the helicopter before landing on a trampoline that some guys were carrying out of a U-Haul truck, then was hurled up back into the sky. Mr. X. caught me out the window of our copter. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"I didn't get shot," I said. "Johnny Westlove missed, but he didn't see where the bullet went so I played like I was hurt and fell out of the copter on purpose."
"Excellent acting," said Mr. X. And then we saw the copter had moved above a river. Shy was dangling out of it, held by Johnny Westlove.
"You are getting to be an annoyance, my dear," I heard Johnny Westlove saying. "Thankfully, it is in my favor that you were never taught to swim, which gives me an easy means of disposal."
"Dad... no! HELP!"
I looked in the direction of the cafe as we flew over to intervene. YENN was racing to the scene, and Lilah Lemon's boyfriend was following them.
Johnny Westlove laughed cruelly. "Shy, you were my greatest treasure, until you collected too much dust. Sadly, I'm too lazy to clean you. Goodbye."
Our helicopter was still to far away to catch Shy, but close enough to hear Mr. Westlove and the commotion of YENN and the people watching from below.
Johnny Westlove dropped her.
"NO!"
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How will Shy get out of this one? What does YENN make of this? Who shouted "NO!"?
I'll let others decide!
(September 14, 2013 - 1:24 pm)
Shy~
I was falling right into a river. Ha. So I guess Dad didn't like my plan after all.
"NO!" I heard someone shout. I didn't bother to identify who. I was pretty much dead anyways.
I blinked. There was someone else falling through the air. Dad. He'd fallen off the FREAK copper? Well, then we were both dead. Probably all for the better.
The river was deep. I hit the surface of the water with a THUNK. It hurt everywhere, in all the places it had when I had jumped out of the two story window, and more.
A rock. The current was pushing me towards a rock. I could grab onto the rock. I heard a splash in the water behind me. Dad had finnally reached the water level.
The rock was slippery and I could barely grasp it. I coughed up the bitter water I had swallowed. I looked down the river for Dad. He wasn't there.
I wondered what happened to him. It was probably better if he had drowned.... but if he had, why didn't I? I clinged to the rock and closed my eyes. I could hear the commotion going on around me, but I ignored it. Finnally, I felt myself slip into darkness.
...
"Shy?" someone asked. I opened my eyes. I wasn't in the river anymore, but rather onshore. Everyone from SMoSEA was gathered around. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. Again, I dirfted off to sleep.
(September 15, 2013 - 1:05 pm)
~Lilah Lemon
I was sitting outside in a sidewalk cafe, talking to my blind date, Mark Philbrik.
"So," said Mark, "Whaddaya wanna do after this? See a movie? Have a romantic walk in the park? Go to the--"
"We'll see what happens, Mark." I cut him off. To be honest, he was a jerk who thought he was so smart. Why did Miranda think he would be such a good fit for me? At that moment, my "Breaking News Alert" beeper went off. "Breaking news," said the robot voice, telling me the location of the incident.
"Wait a second, what's going on?" Mark asked (ignorantly). "Why is that going off?"
"I work for YENN," I explained, gathering up my things and getting up.
"Oh, cool, you work in Japan?"
"No I do not work in Japan, you idiot, I work for the news station, Your Excellent News Network. Now stop bothering me with your silly questions, I have to go to work," I told him, walking towards the news at a brisk pace.
When I got there, there appeared to be a helicopter chase. It was above yet another sidewalk cafe, on the river.
After meeting with the news van and getting my camera equipment ready, I gave my report:
"We preempt your programming with breaking news: There is a helicopter chase along [location/street], moving toward the river. Both vehicles are unmrked and one is larger than the other. They are dangerously close, both helicopters having apparently armed occupants. One of the occupants of the first (smaller) helicopter is shooting and disabling the occupants of the second helicopter. Wait a minute, the shooter is now shot himself-- no!- he's all right and got back to safety-- The second helicopter is now hovering over the [such-and-such] river and the occupant is danging a teenage girl over the water--she is shouting for help-- and now she's been dropped into the water and is sinking into the river-- wait! Someone's dived in to rescue her!--"
All of a sudden Mark immaturely jumped in front of the camera and shouted, "Hey, Mom! Look at me! I'm on --" and then got pulled out of the way by a cameraman.
--More later
(September 15, 2013 - 2:59 pm)
"NO" I shout. I vault out of the helicopter,one arm encircling Shy, the other griping the landing track. My legs dangle uselessly as I pull myself up, arms trembling. Alex shouts something as I balance the shocked Shy on a tread, but I can't hear what he's saying. I climb into the back compartment and unlock the thycalines cage.
"Don't fall out, Tazza." I pet her gently and guide her to the pilots room. She growls lightly and Johnny Westlove turned around in surprise. He scowles.
" I knew I shouldn'thave made the lock so simple,"he growls.
He then proceeds to parachute out the window.
(September 15, 2013 - 9:10 pm)
This post makes no sense! That is, yours, Flaming Girl.
(September 17, 2013 - 7:20 pm)
(September 17, 2013 - 6:27 pm)
Sorry! I didn't see the other two post's. Just ignore what I said.
(September 17, 2013 - 10:55 pm)
So, since this has died, though it did kind of spin off to where I was sort of lost, no offence. So I'm going to try and combine Theo, Daffodil, and Flaming Girl's pieces. Feel free to change!
Sparky ~
Jessie attempted to reach for Shy as she plummeted toward earth, but just missed. I helped haul her back in. I could hear the reporter describing what was happening, and watched as Shy splashed into the water. I watched as Shy managed to cling to a rock, and Johnny Westlove was swept away down river, disappearing beneath the surface. Though something inside me told me he wasn't dead, and we hadn't seen the last of him. Mr. X steered the helicopter downward, landing in the clearest place available. Shy was stranded in the middle of the river, it's current fast. She was fighting to stay conscious. I kicked off my shoes, and dove in. After learning to swim in the ocean, even during rough water. I dove beneath the strong flowing current, swimming as hard as I could. I broke the surface, grabbed the unconscious Shy, and started paddling towar shore. It was slow going. I had to make sure Shy's head stayed above the water, but the current kept dragging us farther. Finally, I managed to reach where I could now stand. I waded toward shore, Herbert and Jessie running out to meet me, helping drag Shy toward shore. They laid her on the ground, and I collapsed beside her, heaving and vomiting river water. I wasn't sure how I'd done it. Only by the good Lord's grace.
"Shy?" I asked, leaning over her. She briefly opened her eyes, then fell back unconscious. But at least she was breathing. I flopped back over, still panting, yet smiling.
(September 23, 2013 - 4:36 pm)
This thread can't die. This bit might not make much sense, but I'm skipping ahead. Shy can't do much asleep.
Shy~
The SMoSEA headquarters. I knew that was where I was as soon as I opened my eyes. I was in some sort of hopsipital wing. What had happened when I was out? I sat up in the bed and groaned. I still didn't feel great. You shouldn't feel great, I told myself. You jumped out a two story window and then feel into a river later!
Mr. X walked in. "Shy, you're awake!" he said, smiling. I smiled faintly back.
"Yeah," I said. "Awake."
Mr. X's smile quickly deepened to a frown. "Shy, I know there's nothing you can do about it, but our team needs all the help we can get. Recover faster. FREAK hasn't made any moves since the whole helicopter incident, but the animals are acting up strangly."
"I don't do animals," I said.
"Yes, I realise that. We have kids who do, and they're trying their hardest to figure out what's wrong. Some of the animals, though, are trying to escape. They were perfectly happy before!" Mr. X shouted suddenly, causing me to flinch. "We can barely keep them on the faculty. You could help with that."
"But do you really trust me?" I asked.
"Trust you? Of course!" he said, and he walked out the door.
Trust. They trusted me. I wasn't sure what to feel about that.
(September 29, 2013 - 1:31 pm)
OK, it may be too late to join, but this thread is dead and I ABSOLUTELY love this story!
Name: ? (everyone calls her MysticalBlu or Blu)
Age: 12
A little bit of Background: She's like a Gypsy/Fortune teller (if extinct animals can exist so can TRUE Fortune tellers) and she lives in the back of a little shop that she longs to transform into her Fortune Telling "Blu's Haven" for those curious...
Her parents died when she was 3, but not before her mom, "Tulip", had taught her the art of Fortune Telling. Since then, she's had dreams about her future every night.
Speaks with an accent, not sure exactly what.
Appearance: Blue. i don't know, just blue.
Here goes...
~MysticalBlu~
"Fortune Telling! Have your future, revealed...
Only 25¢!"
[Dear Diary,
Business was slow today. My only customers were a few 16 year old girls who wanted to know if This boy or that boy liked her. I was lucky enough to make even a dollar with that kind of work.
Later, Blu]
The next morning....
"YO, Blu! Wakup!"
"Whatta Joel?" (name making up on the spot was never my thing)
"Ya got 5 kids out here, say they want their futures!"
"Hey, thankya!"
"No prob"
That was Joel. He's my best friend 'round here. Also my alert, lets me know when I gotta get to work.
Later...
"WAHOO! Time to go huntin' for a little somethin' to spruce that old shop up!"
I headed to the nearest thrift shop to look for a Table, chairs, and tablecloth. With any luck I'd get blue and purple.
After 30 minutes....
"Now that's what I call STYLE." having taken a while to think about it, I finally decided on a blue and purple flowered scarf, a small-ish TV table (covered by the scarf) and a stool. Oh, and an empty SnowGlobe. Corny, I know, but people who aren't in the know, think we Fortune Tellers use Crystal Balls. AS IF! But Hey! It's better than havin' disappointed customers!
On my way outside, (with my purchases) I spotted this box. There was a sign above it that said:
"Put your name in the box and win a job at ???!" with a stack of form next to it.
"What ever."
But as I turned to leave (still with purchases!) something was bothering me in the back of my mind. "Win a job where? What is it? Why are they so desperate for entries that they put a box outside a thrift shop???"
Suddenly I find myself turning back to the box and scribbling my name on a paper, then I shoved it inside.
As I turn once more (STILL with purchases!) I tell myself, "What's the chance of my name being picked? Probably it'll never happen..."
(October 14, 2013 - 6:59 pm)