As they walked down the hall way towards the kitchen, Mary yelled, "Janey! Janey Hearts! Guess what I just brought in!" as they reached the kitchen, Marie saw possibly the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. The pretty girl said, "I'm guessing… fresh meat?" Now, she most definitely wasn't gay, but couldn't help staring at this girl. She had long, wavy hair dyed pink, and her skin was the color of coffee with milk. Not a single blemish could be seen, and God she was tall. She had to be at least 6 foot 2 inches tall. But the most significant and glaring thing about her was her… urm… chest. [Guess height isn't the only way she's big] Marie thought. The only fault she could find was that she wasn't sure whether her eyes were open or closed. "Where exactly are you staring?" Janey said playfully. Marie apologized, and then Mary decided to speak.
"Speaking of looks, we haven't exactly given Marie our traditional Melanie Gang checkup, have we?" Checkup? "No, I don't believe we have" Janey answered. The organization gave everyone a physical before adding you to a group, so Marie didn't understand. That's when Mary proceeded to run behind Marie and look her over, as if she were checking out a car before buying. "Let's see what we're working with here." She pulled up Marie's sleeves, and pant legs, "good muscles, not too bulky, but at the same time not too flabby. By the looks of you, you're a ginger, but is that your natural hair color?" Marie answered, "I- it is." Mary then continued her "checkup". She looked over Marie's face and belly, then said, "now for the best part." She then went back behind Marie and grabbed her rear end! Marie instantly pulled away. "w-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" She was so surprised a bit of her accent came out of her voice. The other two looked at her with utter surprise.
"You're… French?" Mary asked. "Well… on my mother's side. You should have figured it out though, considering my name." Mary then exclaimed, "Then you should have no problem with… THIS!" and then proceeded to grope Marie's chest. Marie let out a surprised squeak, but couldn't say anything, as every second this went on she got more and more flustered. Eventually, a *poof!* sound was heard, and where Marie once stood, there was a small plush doll dressed like her, with red string for hair and even marker dots for freckles.
Janey and Mary looked at each other, then back at the doll, and then proceeded to panic like the building was about to collapse on them. "AAAAAAAAAAH WHAT JUST HAPPENED WHY DID SHE TURN INTO A TOY WHAT DO WE DOOOOOOO" Mary shrieked. "I HAVE NO IDEA THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" Janey screamed back. Then Janey had an idea. "M-maybe this is only temporary, l-let's put her somewhere safe for now." Mary grabbed the doll and ran to her room. It was probably the most nationalistic room anyone has ever seen. Almost everything was something made exclusively by or for brits. Union jack bed sheets, half-eaten Jaffa cakes on the night stand, the whole package. She then placed the toy on her bed gently, and went back to the kitchen.
30 minutes of anxious waiting later, a poof was heard again, and Mary and Janey checked to see if their hopes had been realized. Sure enough, Marie was there looking as confused as she'd ever been. "Why… did I wake up in London?" she asked. "This isn't London, dear" Janey said, "but the room does look that way". "Marie! What in the bloody FUCK was that?!" Mary shouted suddenly. "I was just trying to have some fun with you, and then you turn into a toy! Explain this, because we have no fucking idea!" Marie suddenly grew paler than she already was as she stammered, "I turned… into a toy? Oh god I'm so embarrassed." She then saw the expectant gazes of the other two, and gave her explanation. "it's a side effect of my power. When I was sent to this group, I was told you two had powers too, am I wrong?" Mary then looked at her confused. "Powers? Oh! You must mean our Stands!" Mary said with a sudden realization. "Yes, yes! Stands! That's what my dad said they're called! My whole family has them!" Marie exclaimed. Yes, stands. Most of you reading already know this, but stands are the physical manifestations of psychic powers. Every psychic in this universe has one, and they are called this because of their tendency to stand by their masters. "Well, back to my explanation. A side effect of my power is that whenever I'm asleep or unconscious, I turn into a random type of doll". Janey, having then pieced together the whole situation, asked for confirmation, "so, when Mary started fondling you, you got so embarrassed you passed out?" Marie nodded.
Mary burst out laughing, "Oh my god, that's hilarious! What are you, a virgin? At 23?!" Marie could only cover her face and blush, and then a thought came to her head. "Wait, how did you know my age?" she asked. "Guess I should tell you, huh? The organization sends a bio of the new member to the group before they send the actual person!" [Wait, so the entire time, Mary already knew all about me?], Marie thought. [So there was no need for that embarrassing "checkup"?!]. Shame and rage washed over Marie's mind. She was PISSED. "Dollhouse act 1" Marie said quietly, and then suddenly, a figure appeared next to her. It looked like a life size version of those tin soldiers you'd see in toy stores back in the late Victorian era. In its hands, it was holding one of those old school toy rifles that shot corks, except that too was the size of the real deal. "Since we're getting to 'know' each other, miss clubs" Marie said, "let me tell you my stand's power. I can turn anyone and anything I touch or shoot with this gun into a toy of my choice. I can even choose what you'll be able to do while you're a toy." As dollhouse took aim, Mary fell out of her chair and backed away slowly. She looked for Janey for help calming Marie down, but she was already gone. [Damn it Jane!] Mary thought. Several gunshots were then heard.
That night, back at the kitchen, everyone was having dinner. Well, all except one. In the middle of the table sat a furby wearing a top hat, gagged and tied up, gazing hungrily at the food. Marie had left Mary's ability to speak, see and move while she was stuck in that form, as according to Marie, "just having a lifeless toy sitting there would be no fun and an unfitting punishment for someone with such grabby hands." Jane then said, "by the way, the names we told you aren't our real names. When you're part of this group, you get a nickname based partly on your real name, and partly based on a card in a poker deck. It's to protect you and your family in case the families of anyone you take out try to get revenge." That's right. All the silly antics made Marie forget this was a group for assassins and mercenaries. "I've finally thought of your nickname too. Marie Marcella Spartoi, starting today, you will be known as Marcie Spades!" [Wow, that actually sounds pretty cute!] The newly dubbed Marcie thought. So officially began the adventures of the Melanie Gang.