Inspiration at last!
Thanks to Nessa, and Elisa from Project Runway, I now have plot bunnies. Crack is the best!
Angelita spied Philippe heading towards her. She climbed higher to avoid being seen. If only I weren’t so shy. She thought, making her way up through the smaller branches. It’s a good thing I’m so delicate. Angelita was not remotely delicate. In fact, with the tree’s thin limbs, and spare leaves, she was kind of hard to miss. Philippe made a show of peeking into his wagon, and making a panicky face, as though he had skipped a delivery. He did an about-face, and made it halfway down the next block, before the inevitable creaking and crackling of branches, and the subsequent thud. He shuddered, and decided to make his way home by following the creek through the woods. It was a mild morning, so Philippe thought it best to wade back and forth through the creek a time or two, just in case Angelita was of bloodhound ancestry, which, judging from the jowls that were beginning to form on her cheeks, was a distinct possibility. (Angelita had since recovered enough from the bruise on her posterior to hobble back home to write in her journal about how she wished Philippe would kiss her bruises and heal her wounds. There was also a bit about a sensual phantom in the shadows, which she was especially proud of.)
Philippe fished in his jacket pocket and pulled out a little device with three buttons. When he reached the edge of the castle moat, he pressed the middle button and the drawbridge lowered. Once inside the castle, Philippe breathed a sigh of relief. He had escaped, and with plenty time to prepare a morning snack for the Evil Ferret Overlord and her friends. He might have even had time to prepare a snack for Alter. Then he heard the cackling coming from the direction of the sitting room. It was loud and sustained and piercing. For a moment, he wondered if Angelita had somehow managed to slip in behind him, but then he heard the voices of the weapons-forgers.
“Are they going to kiss?”
“Oh, god, they have to kiss now! Look how they’re staring into each others eyes!”
“Their eyes are drawn with magic marker.” Came the measured voice of Keeper. “They look possessed more than anything.”
“Possessed by truuuuue looooove!” The Evil Ferret Overlord said in a drawling falsetto. There were more shrieks and giggles. It was very clear that they had imbibed more crack. Philippe raced to the kitchen, and quickly assembled a snack tray, out of what food hadn’t been grafted onto unsuspecting villagers. He left a little cube of ham in a tunnel for Alter to find, and brought the rest back to the sitting room. What he saw caused him to nearly drop his tray, along with his jaw, for there were Rosencrantz, the Overlord, and Guildenstern, wielding crude marionettes.
Apologies if I posted that first paragraph before. I'm in a bit of a rush. Should have free time this weekend.
Angelita spied Philippe heading towards her. She climbed higher to avoid being seen. If only I weren’t so shy. She thought, making her way up through the smaller branches. It’s a good thing I’m so delicate. Angelita was not remotely delicate. In fact, with the tree’s thin limbs, and spare leaves, she was kind of hard to miss. Philippe made a show of peeking into his wagon, and making a panicky face, as though he had skipped a delivery. He did an about-face, and made it halfway down the next block, before the inevitable creaking and crackling of branches, and the subsequent thud. He shuddered, and decided to make his way home by following the creek through the woods. It was a mild morning, so Philippe thought it best to wade back and forth through the creek a time or two, just in case Angelita was of bloodhound ancestry, which, judging from the jowls that were beginning to form on her cheeks, was a distinct possibility. (Angelita had since recovered enough from the bruise on her posterior to hobble back home to write in her journal about how she wished Philippe would kiss her bruises and heal her wounds. There was also a bit about a sensual phantom in the shadows, which she was especially proud of.)
Philippe fished in his jacket pocket and pulled out a little device with three buttons. When he reached the edge of the castle moat, he pressed the middle button and the drawbridge lowered. Once inside the castle, Philippe breathed a sigh of relief. He had escaped, and with plenty time to prepare a morning snack for the Evil Ferret Overlord and her friends. He might have even had time to prepare a snack for Alter. Then he heard the cackling coming from the direction of the sitting room. It was loud and sustained and piercing. For a moment, he wondered if Angelita had somehow managed to slip in behind him, but then he heard the voices of the weapons-forgers.
“Are they going to kiss?”
“Oh, god, they have to kiss now! Look how they’re staring into each others eyes!”
“Their eyes are drawn with magic marker.” Came the measured voice of Keeper. “They look possessed more than anything.”
“Possessed by truuuuue looooove!” The Evil Ferret Overlord said in a drawling falsetto. There were more shrieks and giggles. It was very clear that they had imbibed more crack. Philippe raced to the kitchen, and quickly assembled a snack tray, out of what food hadn’t been grafted onto unsuspecting villagers. He left a little cube of ham in a tunnel for Alter to find, and brought the rest back to the sitting room. What he saw caused him to nearly drop his tray, along with his jaw, for there were Rosencrantz, the Overlord, and Guildenstern, wielding crude marionettes.
Apologies if I posted that first paragraph before. I'm in a bit of a rush. Should have free time this weekend.