And now a word from Tuttle4077:
Hello everyone! It's been a while since we've had regular updates, what with the holidays and the PBAs and what not, but it looks like we're ready to get going again.
Since it has been a while and some people may be confused as to what is happening in the story, here is a little recap.
The Mary Sue Experiments: Hochstetter's Revenge Recap
Someone is mysteriously targeting Hogan Heroes fanfiction authors and sending back through time and space to Stalag 13, 1943. Due to an injection that makes the time travelling watch impossible to use, the women are now stuck in the past with no clear way of returning home. Now Hogan must figure out what to do with them, and how to keep them safe.
The players so far:
Tuttle4077
Old English Game AKA OEG AKA Caroline
Abracadebra
LE Wigman AKA Leah
Snooky-9093 AKA Sue (or Mary Poppins!)
konarciq AKA Margherita
CalmSheJaguar
Signy1
Wind-in-the-Sage
Daily Nightly AKA Nora
What's Happened:
Tuttle4077, OEG, LE Wigman, Snooky and Abracadebra arrived at Stalag 13 and for a few weeks were making the best of the situation while staying down in the tunnels.
Konarciq arrived in 1943 several miles outside of camp and was picked up by the White Russian, Marya, and her travelling companion, General Hahn. After arriving at Stalag 13, konarciq was accused of being a spy and was thrown into the cooler. But, hours later, Kommandant Klink had her brought to his quarters where she told him she was part of the "Time Patrol". Subsequently, Klink released her from Stalag 13, thinking she was on some sort of temporal mission. Outside of camp, she was met by a group of prisoners, and taken down into the tunnels.
Meanwhile, General Hahn revealed to Hogan that he was also from the future (2008), having been sent by the CIA to retrieve the 1943 time travel device. He left Hogan with a tablet containing pictures, one of which was a picture of a very old Colonel Hogan and a much younger Hahn. Suspicious of Hahn despite the pictures, Hogan sent Tuttle and Newkirk into town to confirm his identity (Tuttle suggesting that she could possibly know Hahn if he was indeed a CIA agent from 2008).
Marya also has plans for the watch. She arranged to meet with Colonel Hogan in her hotel to propose a partnership of sorts.
Shortly after, Signy and CalmSheJaguar arrived in camp and were squared away in the tunnels.
While in town on various business, Olsen met up with Colonel Crittendon, who had escaped from his own POW camp, and another author, Wind-in-the-Sage. Unsure of what to do with them, and with no way of bringing them into camp unnoticed, Olsen stashed them at his home in Hammelburg with the understanding that he would come back for them in the evening. However, because Tuttle and Newkirk were already going into town, the plans changed for them to bring them into camp on their way back.
After confirming Hahn's identity as a CIA agent, Tuttle and Newkirk made their way to Olsen's to collect Crittendon and Wind. However, Crittendon knocked Newkirk out before he could even set foot through the door. Wind and Crittendon fled into the woods but were stopped by Tuttle who explained the situation. They decided to return to the house, but found Gestapo agents there. To protect the girls, Crittendon drew their attention and ran off. Newkirk was taken into custody for the suspicious timing of Crittendon's arrival. Wind and Tuttle were left with no choice but to find their own way back to Stalag 13
In order to cover up Newkirk's absence, Wigman was recruited to take his place in line. Though not perfect, her disguise fooled Klink until... POOF! another author, Daily Nightly, fell from the sky and landed on her. Daily Nightly, who happens to be Wind's sister, was taken to the cooler. Leah was revealed to be a woman and is currently in Klink's quarters as his guest. But before she regained consciousness, Klink decided a friendly face might be less terrifying to wake up to, so he went to Hogan's barracks to collect him, only to find Abracadebra in the common room without explanation.
And now, on with the story.
Musketeers?
Written by Snooky-9093
How to experience chaos with a capital C? Well, according to one of the Barracks 2 residents, an unidentified author made like the house in the Wizard of Oz and dropped herself on Leah. Splat. Injured, Leah was now a guest of Klink's. In his quarters. The new arrival was headed for the cooler. And to make things even more convoluted, Crittendon is now somehow in the picture. Tuttle left camp with Newkirk to bring back Wind in the Sage. And I was sitting in Hogan's office (with orders not to move and not to open the door) and developing a real headache. To be fair, the boys in the back row-as I like to call them-are as confused as I am. We're all having difficulty keeping everything straight. I've even lost track of how long we have all been here.
I walked over to the entrance and cupped my ear against the door. I could hear people talking; but I couldn't make out any words. I looked around the room, hoping to find something-even a stethoscope-I could use to help. There was nothing obvious. Nothing workable in the footlocker; nothing in the taller locker. No wait. There was a mug; Hogan probably used it for shaving. I grabbed it and put it up against the door. That didn't work either. So much for learning the tricks and trade of spying by watching Get Smart and wait…what was that other show? Yup. A silly sitcom named Hogan's Heroes. I groaned and plopped myself down on the chair next to the table.
The door opened and Kinch entered the room. He gave me a small grin. "How are you doing, ma'am?"
"Do you have any aspirin? And what are you all planning? I could hear a lot of talking." I sat back in the chair and drummed my fingers on the table.
Kinch opened up a drawer in Hogan's desk and removed a bottle. He took out two pills and handed them to me. The men weren't totally heartless. They didn't shove me in here with nothing. I had my own mug of lukewarm tea to keep me company. I swallowed the aspirin and said thanks.
"You're welcome." Kinch ignored me and went over to the footlocker. He opened a false bottom and removed some items. I poked my head around his tall frame and spied some phones and, wait! There were some other phones in there as well, and some chargers. I didn't have my charger with me while I was at the Apple store, but I definitely recognized that someone else had.
"Hey, sergeant. Could I please see my phone?" I stood up and pointed. "And that charger?"
"What for?" he asked.
"I'm bored, and I wanted to see some of my photos. No, wait. They won't work. The doohickeys."
"Doohickeys?" He raised his eyebrow.
"You know the thing with the electricity. We need adaptors to use some of our equipment in Europe. The plugs are different."
Kinch came over to me and handed me one of the chargers. "Is this the right kind?"
"Yup." It fit perfectly.
He rubbed his chin. "Well, I might be able to jury-rig an adapter. But later. We've got a situation."
"What kind of situation?"
"And I'm waiting for the colonel to come back." That's how they often rolled. Ignoring questions and fishing for information. It was aggravating.
"I suppose you want me to go down below?" I almost whimpered. The dampness was exacerbating numerous aches and pains, especially in my back. And my breathing was a lot to be desired. Mold, probably. I had come up top (with permission) for a short break. My chest began feeling tight right after Abracadebra had dozed off. I let her be and went to find a soldier. And that's how I ended up climbing the ladder to fresher air.
At that moment, Carter, LeBeau entered the office. "Coffeepot," Carter stated.
The three looked at me. And I gulped.
"You can't stay here, Madame." LeBeau gently grabbed my arm and led me protesting out to the common room. It was now dark and most of the other residents were resting.
"The colonel's coming back," warned one of the extras-I meant lookout. He had a small bit of curtain pulled back; how he was able to make anything out in the compound, I'll never know. All I knew is that if Hogan found me still here, I would be in big trouble. And I didn't want the kindly POW who allowed me to come up top to be in trouble either.
"Quick. Get in that bunk, and cover yourself up all the way," LeBeau ordered. Fortunately, he pointed to a lower bunk. I paid attention and made myself as invisible as possible, covering up most of my face in the scratchy blanket. I turned towards the wall and tried not to breathe. I heard LeBeau go back to Hogan's office, and then I heard the colonel come in.
I peeked and saw the door to the office was slightly ajar. But, I could not make out any of their conversation. I took a few deep breathes and was relieved to learn that I was able to get in a bit more air, and that my controlled breathing made me relax a bit. My sinuses still bothered me, but I was all too used to that ailment. I then sensed a subtle noise, which sounded vaguely like the bunk to the tunnel opening. I turned my head and, sure enough, someone came climbing out of the hole in the floor. It was Abracadebra,
Shortly afterwards, Hogan's men came hurrying into the common room.
"Oh, come on!" Kinch cried out.
At that, Hogan ran out of the office. "What on earth are you-"
Suddenly, the door to the barracks burst open and the lights came on. This time I took the blanket and completely covered my head. What if Klink discovered both of us? What if he discovered my last name? Why didn't I keep my maiden name? What if Klink was not the gentleman portrayed in the original MSE story? Why did I keep overthinking everything?
I heard Klink march into the barracks, but I was too terrified to watch. I felt the man on the upper bunk jump down. He sat down on the bottom bunk. Wow, they are on the ball. I inched as far over to the wall as I could, and straightened. This was a great time to be only 4'9". My body sort of evened out.
"Hogan, I was just thinking that the woman might want to see a friendly-" He stopped talking. He must have definitely seen my friend. I heard him stomp his foot. "Don't tell me- she just appeared," he said as he snapped his fingers.
I had no idea what would happen next. I only knew that our situation was now elevated to dire with a capital D. I held back a sob, and hoped Hogan would use his silver tongue to mollify the Kommandant. Or, it was possible he would lose his temper. On the other hand, I no longer felt sick. I guess abject terror was a great boost to the immune system. Should I take some of the heat, bail out Abracadebra and reveal myself?
What was that motto? All for one and one for all? I slowly moved the part of the blanket covering my head….
