Sunday, January 27, 2008

Athena Takes a Hostage

(just for you, LadyDragonfly!)

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(sounds of Wendy typing at her computer)

Athena: *ahem* Um... excuse me, Wendy?

Wendy: Hi, Athena! What's up? Everything okay? You settling in all right?

Athena: Oh, yes... yes I love the Treehouse. My minions... er, the other dolls have all been most kind.

Wendy: Good, good...

Athena: I was really just wondering if maybe you'd gotten around to um... painting those boots for me? You know, so I don't have to go around barefoot anymore.

Wendy: Oh, no. No I haven't. It's been too windy and I can't spray them with the sealer when the winds are this fierce.

Athena: I see... Fierce winds eh? Very well, Mortal. Do you even know where they ARE?

Wendy: "Mortal"? Uh... yeah. Hang on they're over here, in this box... somewhere...


(sounds of Wendy digging through box of doll stuff)

*dig dig dig rummage rummage dig*

Wendy: Aha!

Wendy: There they are! I knew they were in there.

Athena: I see. Well... no Goddess should have to put up with this kind of treatment. Foolish, foolish Mortal. This will not do.

Wendy: Uh... you're not really THE Athena... you're just named...

Athena: SILENCE!


Athena: Very well, Mortal. You have left me no choice!

Wendy: What?

Athena: Do you recognize this object, Mortal?

Wendy: That would be my engagement ring, yes. Give me that...

Athena: NO! It is now my HOSTAGE!

Wendy: Hostage?!

Athena: Yes. And it shall be returned to you upon my approval of your expedient boot painting.

Wendy: Well I... but...

Athena: Unless you would like to explain to your fiance' why you have no engagement ring?

Wendy: Strangely enough, I think he actually WOULD believe me if I told him a psychotic fairy doll with delusions of grandeur took it...

Athena: SILENCE, Mortal!

Athena: Don't you have some painting to do? Hmmm? Farewell!

Wendy: Well.... how do you like that?

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And just because she's so cute -


Athena: I am not CUTE! I am the Goddess of War for crying out loud!

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Misha is Homesick

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(early Sunday afternoon at the Treehouse)

(sound of beeping alarm clock)

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep...

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Misha: *groan*

Misha: Oh... shut up you infernal thing... I was just having the most wonderful dream...

Misha: ... about home... *sigh*

Misha: Well, no point to dwelling on that. Up. Up. Up!

Misha: Get dressed... get some breakfast...

Misha: ... go check on Miranda and see how she's doing.

Misha: I really should just be grateful that she called when she did, and that she's all right.

Misha: Yes... that could've been a very different phone call if that Eris person hadn't gotten there just in time to keep the snake bite from being fatal.

Misha: And that her sister had this lovely little rustic rental house come available just in time for me to come and stay!

Misha: *sigh* No doubting the "rustic" part... that's for sure.

Misha: Well, I'm sure Ariel wouldn't mind if I did a little redecorating...

Misha: And Miranda DID say it was "rustic" on the phone...

Misha: Though maybe she wasn't all that clear on just HOW rustic... *sigh*

Misha: Oh, who am I kidding? I miss New York.... though I doubt it misses me.


Misha: Well, some redecorating and I can make this work. Yes I can! But first, breakfast and a visit to Miranda!