Ok. Everyone ready to find out what Shelia's up to now?
(Mike growls. X( )
Lauren: Definitely!
Peter: Uh oh... :( :o
Micky: I don't like this. :P
Davy: Me eithah. :p :(
*The next morning at Lauren & Micky's house. Lauren is on the phone as Micky putters around the kitchen, making breakfast.*
Micky: Just about done, babe. (Gives her a kiss on the cheek) Who's on the phone?
Lauren: *covers the mouthpiece* Nielson. :P
Micky: (Frowns) What's he want? Did he finally put Shelia in the slammer?
Lauren: *shakes her head; still covering the mouthpiece--Nielson continues to talk* Somebody tore up Beachwood something fierce last night. They were saying vandals, but some people said they saw two people, a man & a woman, walking around the neighborhood. They're still getting calls in about it, too.
Micky: (Frowns) Oh, man. (Eyes widen) Wow, I hope everyone's ok down there. Maybe we'd better call the others when Nielson's finished. (Sets two plates with eggs, sausage, and hash browns on the table.)
Lauren: *nods* Okay, Sarge. If we hear anything we'll give you a call. Okay, bye. *hangs up* Man, that's awful. *sits at the table* :P
Micky: Bad, huh? (Joins her at the table) I wonder who could have done it?
Lauren: It was dark. They only got vague descriptions. Both were tall & thin, dressed in dark, if not black, clothes.
Micky: (Snorts) That's gonna help. :p
Lauren: All of the street lights were broken, too. Seems like they had a plan. :P
Lauren: Yeah, ain't it? :P
Micky: (Frowns) Why Beachwood? It's just a normal, residential street in a small suburb. If it happened in LA, it would be more understandable, but I don't remember something that nasty ever going on in Malibu Beach. :p :-/
Lauren: *also frowns* I don't have any idea. It's just...weird. *sighs* I think that may have something to do with the way I felt last night. I can't figure out why, though. :P
Micky: What WAS wrong with you last night? (Grins) Are you...do you have...well, do you have another Dolenz in the oven? ;)
Lauren: No. Trust me, I'd know. ;) *pauses* I don't know what was wrong. I just had a feeling that you were somewhere else, but you weren't. *shakes her head* It confused me.
Micky: How could I be anywhere else when I'm right here? (Grins) Last time I checked, I didn't have a twin. (Goes back to shoveling his breakfast)
Lauren: That's what's confusing me. :P *starts back in on her breakfast* Maybe we should head over to the pad when we're done eating. Mike & Em might know something about what happened.
Micky: (Nods) That's a good idea. They may even have been one of the victims.
Lauren: I hope not. :P
Micky: Peter and Val, too - the Montgomery House is on the end of Beachwood.
Lauren: Yeah, true. :P
Lauren: Let’s try the pad first. They'll know if anything's wrong at the Montgomery House.
Micky: (Looks up from shoveling food) Right. (Returns to shoveling food)
Lauren: *makes a face* So much for a serious conversation, huh, Mick? ;)
Micky: (Looks up from his breakfast) Huh, babe?
Lauren: Never mind. :P
*We fade out on breakfast & fade in on Lauren & Micky heading out of their house & down to the sidewalk.*
Lauren: At least it's sunny. *puts her sunglasses on* :)
Micky: Yeah, it's a nice day.
Lauren: I wonder what the nieghborhood's gonna look like? I'm almost afraid to see it. :P
Micky: (Nods) I can't BELIEVE someone would tear up a quiet residential street in a small suburb! :p
Lauren: I don't get it. What could possibly be the motive behind it?
Micky: Maybe it was something against someone who lives or lived ON Beachwood...but even then, why target the whole street? Why not just the one person?
Lauren: Maybe so it would keep people guessing, like we're doing. *shrugs* They didn't want it to be obvious.
Micky: Even then, most of the people here are elderly folks living on retirement or local bands like us or small families. What could one of them have done that would make them the target of vandals?
Lauren: I couldn't even take a guess at that. *shakes her head*
*Lauren & Micky get to the corner of Beachwood...stop & stare. There's police tape in front of a few houses. They notice Bennett's house has had many of its windows broken. Another house is covered in toilet paper. Another had its windows painted black. Tree branches are strewn over the street. Trash cans are tipped & emptied everywhere. All of the street lights are still broken. Several police cars line the curbs. A few cops are talking with neighborhood people.*
Lauren: *jaw drops* Oh, my Lord! :-O
Micky: (Eyes widen) Holy SHIT! :o
Lauren: This is TERRIBLE!
Micky: Why would anyone DO this?
Lauren: I don't know...
*Suddenly, half a roll of toilet paper is thrown past Micky.* ;)
Lauren: What the HECK?
Micky: Hey! What was THAT for?
Woman: (Points at Micky over the shoulder of a cop) That's him, Officer! That's the young man I saw last night!
Older Man: Me, too!
Lauren: Huh? :-/
Micky: ME? (Steps back) B...but I was with my wife all last night! She can vouch for me! I have an alibi, I swear! :o
Lauren: *nods* Yeah! :-O
(Micky's hit with a tomato. He wipes it off his face.)
Micky: Um, last time I checked, I wasn't pizza.
Lauren: This is starting to get dangerous. :P
(A banana just barely misses Micky.)
Lauren: Okay, now that's just ridiculous.
Micky: Ok, that's it. We're gettin' outta here. (Grabs Lauren's hand) Come on, babe, before I end up playing Carmen Miranda the hard way! :p :o
Lauren: Gladly! :P
Woman 2: Get him!
Officer: (Stops her) Now, ma'am...
Lauren: Run! :P
(Which Micky and Lauren are more than happy to do.)
Micky: Come on, babe! Let's hit the beach. There probably won't be many people out there at this hour!
Lauren: Hopefully. *puffs* Besides, I STILL don't run very well. :P ;)
(Micky pulls Lauren along to the beachfront. It is, indeed, reletively quiet. A couple of kids play volleyball and ignore Micky and Lauren. Three young, African-American women lay on the beach, reading books and listening to music.)
Micky: (Sighs) Whew, safe! #:-S
Lauren: This is MUCH better. #:-S
Micky: (Makes a face as he starts down the beach) I wonder what THAT was all about? What do I look like, a fruit stand?
Lauren: I have NO idea. *shakes her head*
Lauren: *follows onto the beach* Just keep an eye out for holes in the sand. ;) :P
Micky: (Grins) Whole holes. Good ol' Pete. ;)
Lauren: Just look for the signs. ;)
Micky: Maybe we could ask a few people questions ourselves. I want to know why I almost got toilet papered to death. :p
Lauren: Fair enough. If they're throwing stuff at you, the least they can do is tell us WHY. :P
African-American Girl 1: (Looks up from her book) Hey, ain't you the guy who supposedly mauled the neighborhood last night?
African American Girl 2: (Also looks up from her book) Nahh, he ain't right. That guy was with a tall chick.
African American Girl 3: (She's smaller and plumper than the others) He don't LOOK like the type who could maul anythin', much less vandalize houses.
Micky: Well, I'm glad SOMEONE'S giving me a vote of confidence.
Lauren: Do you ladies mind if we ask what YOU know about what happened last night?
African American Girl 1: Not at all, honey. We just moved here a few days ago ourselves. (Points off to the right) We live about a block away, on Palm Street.
African American Girl 2: (Nods at herself) We're the Angelettes. I'm Lillian.
African American Girl 3: I'm Audrey.
African American Girl 1: I'm Winnie.
Lauren: *smils* Nice to meet you. :)
Lillian: We grew up together in Baton Rouge, but it kinda got too hot for us down there.
Audrey: Literally and figuratively. ;)
Winnie: So, we hied down here to the California sunshine. LA, land of opportunity and movie studios. ;)
Micky: I'll bet that you didn't have food and other things thrown at you. :P
Lillian: Not that I know of.
Winnie: Not since the last time we tried waitressing. ;)
Audrey: You're the one who dropped the tray!
Winnie: At least I didn't spill my drinks every time I looked into some hot hunk's eyes! :p
Lillian: Ok, girls, quit it. Don't blow it around our guests.
Winnie: Why ya ask, honey?
Lauren: Well, we were headed through the neighborhood. I'd gotten a call from Sergant Nielson about the damage. We were actually headed farther down the street to check on some friends. As soon as a couple of the nieghbors saw Micky, *motions to him* they were throwing stuff & saying that he did it. The thing is, he was with me at our house the whole night.
Lillian: (Makes a face) Hey, that ain't fair!
Audrey: Whatever happened to "innocent until proven guilty?" :p
Micky: That's what I was wondering. :P
Winnie: We heard about that, too. The cops called us this morning and asked us if we knew something about it.
Audrey: We didn't. We don't live on Beachwood.
Lillian: We saw the street, though. Someone's got some serious sticks up their ass.
Audrey: We've been wondering about it, too.
Winnie: And this seemed like such a quiet little town!
Lauren: Usually is.
Lillian: Especially after Baton Rouge. They're still havin' trouble with segregation and civil rights down there.
Audrey: That's one of the reasons we left. There's nothin' for us there.
Lillian: You guys seem like nice kids.
Lauren: Thanks. :)
Winnie: Anyone else try to throw fruit at you, you send them to US, and we'll take care of them. ;)
Audrey: Nothing TOO harmful. ;)
Micky: I like you ladies. ;)
Lillian: We like you guys. You ain't given us a hard time.
Winnie: Good luck findin' out who caused all that damage!
Lauren: Thanks. It seems like we're gonna need some luck. :P
Micky: We oughta go find out if anything happened to the others.
Lillian: Call us if you need any help!
Lauren: We will! :)
Winnie: Or if you know a club in need of an all-girl soul group. ;)
Micky: *grins* You got it! ;)
(The Angeletts wave good-bye and return to their books as Micky and Lauren walk on, arriving at the Pad. They both hurry up the stairs.)
*As Lauren & Micky ascend the stairs up to the veranda, they spot toilet paper all over.* ;)
Lauren: Not AGAIN with the toilet paper! :P
Micky: Seems to be a reccurring theme. :P
Lauren: *as they reach the veranda* I hope this is ALL that happened. *opens the door & they go inside*
(Emma is in the living room, laying on the couch and looking very worried. Mike is on the phone.)
Mike: (Sees Mick - eyes flare angrily) Never mind, officer. I'll handle this. (Sighs) Yeah, it'll be fine. I know what I'm doin'. (Slams the phone down and stomps over to Micky, grabbing him by his shirt front) WHY THE HELL DID YOU WRECK THE MONKEEMOBILE, YOU ASSHOLE? x(
Micky: *eyes widen* Oh, man...
Emma: (Sits up, tears in her eyes) Mike, please! Micky would never do something like that!
Lauren: Mike! :-O
Micky: But I didn't!
Mike: Then it was someone who looked like you!
Emma: (Gulps) That...that must be it, honey. More doubles.
Lauren: Oh, man, I though we were done with them. ;) :P
Micky: But my doubles are in jail.
Mike: Your damn double destroyed my car! OUR car! He dented her hood, her doors, both fenders, and smashed her windshield, back tailights, and one of her front lights! It'll cost me a fortune to get her fixed! X(
Emma: (Gets slowly to her feet) Honey, I know how you feel about this, but it's not just you. Half the neighborhood was vandalized.
Mike: Em, I worked HARD on that car!
Davy: (Comes in the door, frowning) Wot's goin' on? 'Alf the neighbor'ood is in an uproar. (Eyes widen) Mike? Mick? Wot's 'appenin'?
Emma: (Pulls at Mike's arm) Honey, come on. Micky wouldn't hurt the MonkeeMobile. You know that.
Micky: *frowns* I'm wishing I'd stayed in bed. :P
Davy: Micky, a lot of people reported seein' YOU vandalizin' Beachwood last night! :o :p
Micky: But...
Lauren: They have to be wrong!
Davy: I know they're wrong...but the Purple Flowah Gang are in prison, and so's Baby Face Morales.
Mike: And our ancestors are in heaven. (Shakes Micky again)
Micky: But, Mike...
Mike: Micky, he LAUGHED at me last night! He woulda hurt me along with the MonkeeMobile if I hadn't pulled out my broadsword! X(
Emma: (Tries to pull Mike away) Honey, please, calm down!
Lauren: Mike!
Mike: Damn it, Micky! Why would someone do this who looks like you? X(
Emma: Mike, he doesn't know!
Davy: He don't even live on Beachwood anymore, Mike!
Micky: Idon'tknowwhy,Mike,I'dtellyouifIdid! :-O
(Mike angrily reaches for Micky's throat and rubs it. A dark blue light surrounds his throat. Mike lets him go, still furious.)
Emma: (Eyes widen; now SHE'S furious) ROBERT MICHAEL NESMITH, YOU REVERSE THAT MUTE SPELL THIS INSTANT! X(
Mike: He's done it to me. X(
*Micky opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. His eyes widen.*
Lauren: Mike! X-(
Emma: (She's so angry, she's starting to cry) That doesn't give you any right to do it to HIM! He's our friend! He'd never do something like this!
*Micky nods furiously.*
Davy: (Gets between Mike and Micky) Instead of gettin' mad, Mike, why don't you let Micky explain?
Mike: He ain't got no explainin' to do.
*Micky frowns.*
Lauren: That isn't fair, Mike!
Emma: (She's crying openly) Mike, if Shelia had seduced him, Lauren would have felt it!
Davy: Let him go, Mike!
Lauren: *gulps* Please!
Mike: (Looks from Micky to the others) Micky, please, tell me this isn't you. You know how much the MonkeeMobile means to me.
*Micky shakes his head.*
Emma: (Sobbing) Mike, listen to him! Don't let whoever did this get to you! The car can be fixed. Friendships can't. :( :((
Mike: Damn it! (He looks from his wife to the others, confused and furious, before finally slamming outside)
*Micky frowns again & sits heavily on the couch.* :(
Emma: (Sobs) I...I'm sorry, Lauren. I'm so sorry. He's behaving abominably. I tried to calm him down, but he won't listen... :((
Lauren: *sits next to Micky; sighs, rubbing his back* I hate to say it, but he does have the right to be mad. But he can't prove that Micky had anything to do with what's happened.
Davy: Maybe someone ought to call Petah and Val. They may 'ave 'eard somethin', too. The Montgomery 'Ouse is on Beachwood.
Lauren: I'll call them. *goes over to the phone & dials*
Emma: (Sniffles) If anyone will be able to talk some sense into Mike, it's Peter. :)
Lauren: *nods* Hi, Val. Umm, did anything...huh? What? :-/
Davy: Wot 'appened?
Emma: Oh, no. :(
(Davy sits next to Micky and puts his arm around his upset friend.)
Lauren: Oh, man... that's just... *sighs; to the others* Silly string, all OVER. Outside & INside. :P ;)
Emma: Oh, god. And after all that hard work Val did on the house... :(
Lauren: Val says the house is an absolute mess. They can clean it up, but it's gonna take a while. :P
Davy: God, that's awful.
Emma: Why would anyone want to do this to us? To the whole street?
Davy: Shelia must be behind this. :p
Lauren: Okay, Val. Bye. *hangs up*
Emma: But silly string? Toilet paper? It doesn't seem like her style.
Davy: Did they see who did it, luv?
Lauren: Val said that Peter thought he saw a man & a woman. Both tall & thin, one with an afro. *makes a face* Peter's not taking this too well.
Davy: I can imagine. Poor Petah. 'E was so thrilled when 'e finally moved into a 'ouse of 'is and Val's own.
Emma: He must have seen the vandals' auras.
Lauren: Both were black, very evil.
Davy: Shit. :p
Emma: (Eyes tear again) Oh god! :(
Lauren: It explains Shelia, but the other one...
Davy: Shelia must 'ave found 'elp.
Emma: With an afro?
*Micky looks up, eyes wide. He taps Lauren's arm.*
Lauren: Huh? Oh geez. I must've woken up around when all of this was going on last night. I was looking for Micky, but he was right next to me. I could've sworn it felt like he was somewhere else. :-/
Emma: You must have felt his double. :(
Davy: Could Mick 'ave been split somehow, like Mike?
Lauren: I don't think so. I didn't feel anything like Em did. I didn't feel ANYTHING until late last night.
Emma: If not that, then what?
*Micky motions for the others. He holds a hand out & makes a small ball of light...blue light...appear.*
Davy: (Frowns) 'Ey, Mick, your light ain't dark blue anymore!
Emma: When did that happen?
Lauren: He had the blue when he did the light show, but it was dark earlier in the day.
Davy: Something must 'ave 'appened durin' the charity show, then.
*Micky nods & uses his index fingers to "draw" a tall rectangle.*
Lauren: The cabinet? :-/
Emma: The disappearing cabinet! It must have happened when he did Mendrek's trick!
Davy: But...'ow?
*Micky shrugs.*
Lauren: If that WAS actually Shelia assisting Mendrek.
Emma: Which would explain our stomachaches that day...
Davy: She must 'ave done it somehow durin' that trick, when 'e was in the box. :p
Emma: I don't remember ever seeing her go in the box, though.
Lauren: He didn't say anything about something happening in there, either.
Davy: This is crazy!
*Micky nods, resting his chin in his hands.* :P
Emma: (Looks outside; Mike is throwing stones into the ocean) Mike's still a little steamed, and VERY confused. He doesn't understand what's going on, and he hates that he can't control the situation or make it better. :(
Lauren: Maybe we should give him some more time to cool off.
Emma: It might be best if you two went home.
Davy: Someone should talk to Ursula, too.
Lauren: Yeah... :(
*Micky looks up & nods at Davy.*
Emma: (Nods and agrees) Davy, you do it. You mentioned earlier the show isn't rehearsing today.
Davy: All right. I should be 'ome in time for lunch. If anyone knows what's up with Shelia, it's 'er sistah.
Lauren: We'll be at the house. *to Micky* And maybe we should blue light it this time. :P
*Micky makes a face & nods.*
Emma: I'll talk to Mike. (Sighs at Micky) Maybe Lauren could restore your voice. If not, I'll get him to blue-light us over this afternoon to do it after he's cooled off.
Lauren: I'll give it a try.
*Micky nods towards Emma & stands. He waves half-heartedly & blue lights himself & Lauren back to their house.*
Emma: (Looks outside; Mike is now sitting on the sand, staring out to the water) I think he's more upset about the way he just treated Mick than even the car now. He doesn't understand any of this. (Shakes her head) I don't, either. Why can't Shelia leave us and the people we care about alone? :(
Davy: I don't know, luv, but I do know you should go to him. 'E cares about YOU, and you bring out 'is lovey-dovey side. ;) :)
Emma: (Nods) Right. Good luck with Ursula, (softer) and be careful. Shelia's still out there, and she knows where Ursula is.
Davy: I'll be ready if she tries anythin'. :p
(Emma goes out the back door. We see her gingerly sit next to Mike in the window behind the bandstand and put her arm around her angry husband. Davy watches them, then leaves.)
(Fade out on the Pad; fade in on the crystalline MonkeeCave. Ursula the Crystal sits in her usual space, dark. Suddenly, there's a blue light, and Davy appears. Ursula lights up.)
Ursula: (Sighs) Hello, David. I can guess why you're here.
Davy: Your sistah's at it again.
Ursula: (As Davy settles on a crystal "couch") I'm afraid she is.
Davy: Everyone thinks it was Mick who caused all the damage last night, but I know 'im bettah than that! 'E'd nevah hurt anyone that way, especially a cah 'e's worked on for yeahs.
Ursula: Micky was indirectly involved, but he did not cause the damage.
Davy: Wot do you mean?
Ursula: (Light becomes darker) My sister has a new partner.
*Two dark figures appear outside the cave.*
Davy: But, 'ow?
Ursula: She...(her light turns red and she begins to blink) Intruder, Lord David! Intruder!
Davy: Oh, man... (puts his hand on Ursula; his rapier appears in a blue light)
Alex: *enters* Now THAT'S a welcome. :P ;)
Davy: Mick? (Relaxes a little) Don't scah me like that, Mick! (Frowns) Did Lauren give you your voice back?
Ursula: (She's still blinking) Lord David, that's NOT Micky! :o
Alex: *glares briefly at Ursula* Yeah, she did.
Davy: (Puts a hand on his stomach) There's somethin' wrong 'ere. I've got pains in me stomach...and I know wot THOSE mean. :p
Ursula: That must be the partner she created.
Davy: Created?
Alex: What're you talking about? Of course I'm Micky! ;)
Ursula: Lord David, don't believe him!
Davy: (Frowns) How did you leave Lauren so fast? You guys were pretty upset.
Alex: *falters a moment* She decided to take a nap, and I told her I'd let you know she was able to get my voice back.
Davy: Why come 'ere? Why not wait until latah and phone me?
Alex: I wanted some fresh air?
Ursula: Lord David, he's not the Savage!
Alex: Yes, I am! :P X-(
Davy: (Narrows his eyes at Alex) I don't believe you. You sound like you're makin' up a lot of bloody nonsense stories. :p
Alex: *walks over to Davy: grins* Maybe I am. ;) :P
Davy: For one thing, Lauren 'ates takin' naps in the aftahnoon. Micky knows that. :p
Ursula: Be careful, Lord David!
Alex: Okay. What're you gonna do about it, Dave?
Davy: I'll be all right, Ursula. (Turns back to Alex, glaring at him) All right, double. Who are you, and why did you trash Beachwood last night...and the MonkeeMobile? X(
*Alex folds his arms as Shelia appears, walking up behind him.*
Davy: (Tightens his hold on his rapier and glares at Shelia) You bitch. You did this! (Softly) Why?
Ursula: (Red light gets darker) Shelia, get out of here. Now. Before I explode.
Shelia: Because I need another partner. Someone who WOULDN'T turn on me or be defeated as easily as Uncle was. *smirks at Ursula* Petty threat. :P
Ursula: It won't be petty when this place comes crashing down on you and that experiment gone wrong of yours! X( :p
Shelia: As much as I'd like to see you try that, sister dear, I have other plans.
Davy: (Fencing stance) Get outta 'ere, Shelia, before I 'urt you and the Dolenz imitation. X(
Alex: *snorts* Oh, I am SO afraid. :P
Ursula: Lord David, watch out! If he's anything like Micky, he's a tricky bastard.
Davy: Micky's my best friend, Urse. I know 'is tricks.
Alex: *grins* Thank you! ;)
Davy: This clone, though (points his sword at him) ain't no one's friend. (Shakes his head) Why join Shelia? She'll turn on you, man! She uses everything she gets 'er 'ands on! :p
Alex: *scoffs* Turn on me? Without HER, I wouldn't BE here! :P *black light--a dagger appears in his hand*
Ursula: Lord David, look out!
Davy: So, that's 'ow it's gonna be, (grins) imitation. ;)
Alex: *smirks* Just leveling off the playing field. *growls* The name's Alex. :P
*Shelia merely watches, smirking.* ;)
Davy: (To Ursula) Don't worry, Urse. I'd nevah let a rottah like Alex 'urt a lady.
Ursula: (Mutters; to herself) That's not what worries me. :p
Alex: I'll show you a "rottah!" *grins evilly & slashes at Davy, trying to catch him off guard*
Davy: Oh no, you don't! (Ducks under his legs and comes back up, parrying his blows)
Alex: Stand still! :P
*...And "Daily Nightly" begins as Davy & Alex duel.*
*Alex tries to see if Davy will fall for the "Hey, look over there!" bit.*
(Davy seems to...but then ducks away when Alex slashes at him.)
(Davy "accidentally" drops a piece of crystal on Alex's foot and dives to the other end of the room as he hops up and down.)
*Alex disappears & reappears next to Davy with a handful of ice, which he dumps down Davy's shirt.*
(Davy squeaks and jumps up and down, trying to get it all out of his clothing as Alex roars with laughter.)
(Davy wiggles his fingers; there's a blue light, and Alex's curly mop suddenly grows halfway down his back, covering his eyes and making him stumble past a chuckling Davy. ;) )
*Alex parts his hair down the middle to glare through it. He waves a hand around his head, returning his curls to the normal mop. He points a finger & heats up the ground below Davy's feet, causing Davy to hop up & down.* ;)
(Davy hops himself over to Alex and hops around him, making him dizzy. ;) )
*Alex falls over, holding his head. He makes a face, but reaches out for Davy's leg as he tries to get past him, causing Davy to stumble.*
(As he stumbles, Davy drops his sword. He lunges for it as the music ends...but Alex lunges for HIM.)
Ursula: Oh, no! Watch out, Lord David! :o
Alex: No, you don't! :P
*The two men crash to the ground, tumbling one over the other. When they stop rolling, Alex comes out on top.* >:)
Davy: (Struggles under Alex, one arm reaching desperately for his sword) Let me go, you blaggart! (Closes his eyes - a blue light starts to appear) Seems there's only one way I'm going to get my sword back...
Alex: I wouldn't be so sure about that! *places his fingers on Davy's temples & begins to rub*
Davy: No! Let go! (He struggles, but they eventually weaken as the muddling takes hold. Shelia smirks; Ursula screams.)
Ursula: NO! NO! LORD DAVID!
Shelia: Very good, Alex. You've learned fast. >:)
Ursula: Shelia, release Lord David at once! X(
Alex: *smirks as he finishes muddling* I like that trick. ;)
Davy: Ursula....
Alex: Uh uh... *gives one last rub* :P
Shelia: Excellent. >:)
(Davy's eyes cloud a bit, and he pants.)
Ursula: Shelia, you have no use for him or me.
Shelia: Oh, really? I think I do, sister dear. ;) *goes over to Ursula* Oh, how I'd love to read your soul. *taps Ursula's crystal encasing* Too bad there's all this crystal. ;) :P
Ursula: Shelia, don't even try. I don't remember how I got in here. I was...in dispose...at the time. :p
Shelia: There must be SOME way to get you out. ;)
Ursula: What are you going to do with us, since you say you have such a desperate need for us. :p
Alex: Perhaps, Milady, you could read his soul. *motions to Davy*
Shelia: I need slaves, dear sister. More people to help with my work, & some for...pleasure. ;) *to Alex* That isn't a bad idea. It would be an even better idea for YOU to read his soul. ;)
Ursula: Don't TOUCH that boy! X(
Alex: *quirks an eyebrow* Me? Really? ;) >:)
Davy: (Softly) No, don't....
Shelia: You've more than earned it, Alex. Unbutton his shirt, place your fingers just above his heart, & knead them into his skin.
(Alex drags the groggy Davy to his knees.)
Alex: *grins* I think I'm gonna enjoy this. ;) >:)
Ursula: Don't do it! Shelia, let him be! :o X(
Shelia: *glares at Ursula* Oh, DO be quiet! :P
Alex: *opens Davy's shirt & presses his fingers to Davy's chest, right above his heart; eyes widen* Wow...
Davy: (Cringes at Alex's touch) Ow, that 'urts...
Ursula: It burns. :p
Alex: *smirks* The Brit's afraid of commitment, though that is rather obvious. :P ;)
(Davy makes a face.)
Alex: He's jealous of the others & the fact that they've all settled down.
Davy: (Nods) While I'm still livin' with someone else and his wife.
Alex: He thinks that he isn't good enough for Daphne.
Davy: (Looks away; quietly) I'm not.
Alex: He's afraid he'll never make it to the "big time" as an entertainer, musician, or anything like that.
(Davy just nods and winces.)
Ursula: Oh, Lord David...
Davy: (Softly) Please, Ursula, don't call me that. I'm not a Lord anything. I'm just plain old David Thomas Jones.
Alex: *removes his fingers* That's amazing!
Shelia: *smirks* Excellent. You've done very well, Alex.
Davy: (Looks up at Alex, his voice soft but dangerous) You've 'ad your fun, mate. Now wot are you goin' to do with us?
Alex: *glances at Shelia; turns a smirk to Davy* Take you with us, of course. Milady IS still looking for more help. ;) >:)
Davy: (Narrows his eyes) I won't 'elp 'er. Evah.
Alex: Oh, no? I think you need some more persuading. *reaches for his temples again*
Davy: No... (falls over and tries to pull away, scuttling backwards across the cave's crystal floor)
Alex: Stop squirming! X-( *a black light falls over Davy, causing him to freeze, a wide eyed expression on his face; Alex grins* Much better. ;)
Ursula: Don't harm him!
Alex: *smirks* Now I won't have to! ;) :P
Shelia: *turns to Ursula again* And you, my dear sister...
Ursula: Julia, don't do anything rash. :p
Shelia: *scoffs* Please. *reaches out for Ursula to pick her up*
Ursula: (Turns a rather smirky reddish color) I see you remember your own name, not the one you go under now. I thought you'd forgotten it after all the aliases you've used over the years.
Shelia: *shrugs* Comes with the territory... ;) :P *picks up Ursula* Why don't you just come along quietly? ;)
Ursula: I refuse to! X(
(Davy's eyes are filled with anger and horror.)
Shelia: And how are you going to stop me? :P
Ursula: Like this! (She turns bright red and starts blinking again.)
Shelia: What the...
Ursula: You don't know about my little defense mechanism, do you, sister darling?
Shelia: What defense mechanism?