Hello, again everybody!
Snape: WHAT! Damnit! I had sincerly hoped you'd abandoned this worthless piece of crap! *Glares viciously*
Gimli: *Bonks Snape hard on the knee with the blunt end of his axe* She'd never abandon Marie!
Snape: *Limps out* You dashed my hopes! I hate you all and someday I WILL destroy you!
Jareth: *Pats me on the back* Don't listen to him, we're all glad you're back. He just doesn't want to admit it.
*Smiles brilliantly* Thanks. Now, my dear readers, I want you to know that I in now way whatsoever own anything in my story besides the plot and my lovely Marie, even if she is missing-in-action. Oh, and my dear readers, I'd like to ask you all about your opinion on a mysterious subject...WHERE IN THE WORLD DOES JACK SPARROW GET HIS RUM?! Seriously, it's like he makes appear out of thin air...maybe he does. Maybe Jack's a closet magician. Maybe he's got a pocket alcohol teleportor. I want to hear your guesses!
Dinner was a disaster. First off, Frank was constantly attempting to sit in Snape's lap and Riff-Raff was singing the Time Warp again and again in the background. Which made Hatter go mad and slam a fistfull of his neighbor's mashed potatoes into the alien's face. Unfortuntately, that neighbor happened to be Hellboy and he was pissed about having Hatter's hands in his spuds, so he conked the madman on the head at leisurely intervals with his stone fist.
It was like watching a color-TV version of The Three Stooges.
Gimli ground his teeth and tapped his fingers against the wood of the table in aggrivation. Jack Sparrow offered him a drink of his rum (where does he get it?!), but the Dwarf refused. "I'm not in the mood for alcohol." He said miserably.
Jack nodded and knocked back another gulp. "We'll find 'er mate."
Gimli slammed his fist against the table. "No, we won't! Not at this rate! Every second that we waste might spell out doom for her."
Willy shook his head. "Not necessarily. The span of time across the different ACs can differ exponentially. She could be gone for what seems like hours to us, but actually have been in a canon for a minute or two."
Just then Edward pulled the three of them down as a flying saucer came whizzing right in their direction. They rose slowly, glaring at Jareth, who had tried to turn the dish into another crystal and had failed. Jareth blew frustratedly out of the side of his mouth. "I apologize, my friends. It seems magic doesn't work in science-fiction ACs."
Gimli pushed his chair away from the table abrubtly and grunted his distaste for the entire situation. He hadn't taken two steps before something long, thin and wooden flew over his head and landed just inches from him. It was Gandalf's staff, who had been sitting next to Snape and and, consequently, had gotten it knocked out of his hand by the squabbling pair. Already, it had gone into portal mode and Gimli was sucked into a canon just as Marie had been. This time, however, the portal lingured long enough for everyone to leap at it just in time before it closed. Snape was the last and having been unable to unlatch Frank's fingers from his cloak, had been forced to take the mad alien scientist along for the rid. Those poor unfortunate souls...