I would like to thank Graymoon74, Dr. Logana Jekyll, and Clez for their great reviews! I'm glad that there are some others who think that this story has potential. It's hard to make a story realistic and funny at the same time.

Okay, enough talk. I want to get on with this. Here's the next chapter, the party plans! It's kind of boring, but writing about people planning a party IS boring. You try it sometime. (By the way, I'm sorry the paragraphs in this chapter are not indented. The 'Tab' key on my keyboard doesn't work, and I don't know why. I'm trying to get it to work again, but it might take a while.)

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"Okay, Skinner, we need to plan this right," Tom Sawyer said. They were in Sawyer's stateroom planning the activities and entertainment for the party. "We need to make sure that nobody is bored."

"Right," said Skinner. "And I have a few ideas."

"Such as?"

"Such as myself putting on a comedy routine," said Skinner, grinning from invisible ear to invisible ear. "I know quite a few dirty jokes."

Tom just stared at him. "That's a horrible idea. Mina will get disgusted, leave the room, and never talk to any of us again."

"Okay, then how about this one? You and I can do an interpretive dance."

Tom laughed. "Interpretive dance? That'll be hilarious!" He wrote it down on the piece of paper in front on him. "Okay, we can work on that. What else?"

"We'll have to have a traditional champagne toast at midnight," Skinner continued.

"Champagne toast," Sawyer muttered to himself as he wrote it down. He looked up. "How about some kind of contest? Like a chess tournament, or a fencing tournament!"

"A fencing tournament!" Skinner said excitedly. "Write it down, Sawyer, write it down!"

Sawyer wrote. "I'll have to telegraph McCane," he commented. "He might have more ideas."

"Sure. Oh, I have one. If I can't tell my jokes, we'll have a joke contest. We'll go around the room, and everybody tells a joke. Then we'll vote on the funniest person."

"It's an idea," said Sawyer, writing it down. Then he looked up. "Okay, here's what I have so far. Interpretive dance, champagne toast, chess tournament or fencing tournament, and a joke contest. Anything else?"

"I still say a comedy routine done by yours truly," said Skinner. "If necessary, I will keep the jokes to a bearable manner."

"Fine, a comedy routine by Skinner," said Sawyer, scribbling it down. "Come on, let's get in touch with McCane. I bet he has loads of ideas!"

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"REAL food?" Mina asked, mocking Skinner. She was in her stateroom at her desk as well. "What was he thinking? Of course, I'm going to have REAL food!"

Mina's idea of dinner was a dinner consisting of several courses, so essentially, the planning was going to take forever. She sure hoped that Sawyer and Skinner didn't have much activities planned for the evening. Eating a proper dinner was going to take a few hours.

But she was doing it on purpose. She had no idea what those two had planned, but it was probably something horrifying, like Skinner singing opera. Skinner had actually tried singing once before, when the League had first come together, but stopped when Dorian had thrown his shoe at him and told him to shut up. Dorian loved the opera, and he said that Skinner was destroying a wonderful form of art.

Not used to planning for a dinner party, Mina opened her desk drawer and took out an old photo album, filled with photographs of her and Jonathan Harker during their marriage. She opened it to the first page, a photograph of her and Jonathan on their wedding day, and put her fingers to Jonathan's lips.

"Maybe Jonathan can help me," she whispered aloud to herself. As if the photograph had magical powers connecting the living with the spirits of the dead, Mina was suddenly taken by a rush of ideas. She started scribbling furiously on a tablet of paper.

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"Edward, I need help."

"When don't you need help, you worm?"

Henry Jekyll sighed, but kept facing his alter-ego in the mirror of his stateroom. "Edward, this is serious! Nemo has trusted me with putting up the decorations for the New Years' Eve party tomorrow night, and I can't think of what to do."

There was a long pause.

"Henry, I have a brilliant idea," said Hyde slowly. "Just put up a few streamers, and let me take care of the rest."

Henry Jekyll paused. "Put up a few streamers and let you take care of the rest?" he asked, confused.

"Sure, worm. Trust me. This is going to be the best bash ever."

"And you mean that in a good way?"

"Of course."

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Nemo was in his office later that day examining the guest list he had written (Jekyll, Sawyer, Skinner, Mina, McCane, and Nemo himself. Some guest list, huh?) when the telegraph machine sounded its alarm. The room was suddenly filled with the tapping of a message written in morse code.

Nemo grabbed a quill and scrap piece of paper, and scribbled down the message as he heard it. After it was over, he looked down at the piece of paper to see what he had written.

'Got your message about the party tomorrow evening, and I would love to come. Andre McCane.'

"McCane's coming!" he exclaimed aloud.

Unfortunately, Skinner and Sawyer were standing just outside the door when he exclaimed this. They barged into his office, excited.

"He's coming?" asked Sawyer. "Wow, that's great! Nemo, can we borrow the telegraph machine? We want to ask him if he has any ideas."

"Ideas for what?" Nemo asked. "Ideas for activities at the party?"

"Sure," said Skinner, who was grinning, although nobody could see it. "We could always use input from others to make sure that everybody has a good time."

Nemo shrugged. "Sounds fine with me."

Sawyer and Skinner eagerly advanced upon the telegraph machine.

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That WAS kind of boring, wasn't it? Sorry, but I just couldn't skip from the party announcement to the party itself. There had to be something it between.

I hope to have the next chapter up before long, and remember to review! Thanks!

~ Alisonia