Little Shop of Horrors Localized Insanity!
Aerial Bard: Yes, Howard Ashman. ^_^ Contrary to popular belief, I know what I'm talking about… ^_~ Anyway. This is the second chapter, as most of you have probably realised… I'm not going to chapter these until about the 3rd or 4th one, so watch for that… and this is kind of just a filler chapter for the next one to happen… random insanities… yea. Tim Curry lyric references, Mists of Avalon, maybe Shock Treatment… Come, it's time for the fic!
Audrey picked up the card and stared at it. Then again, she was a pretty girl and she figured she needed a dentist appointment at one point another.
Coming to a good conclusion, she shoved the business card in her mouth.
Seymour, though, was too busy to notice Audrey's lust for paper because he was checking out the scars his neck and wondering why the hell they were there.
Mushnik was transported into the 13th century England because he's annoying and he dies anyway. There, he was reincarnated as Viviane right before Balin … uh, if you haven't read "The Mists of Avalon", then I can't tell you because it spoils it. I'm reading it now. Expect references.
Of course, the author realised that was totally out of character. o.O Rewinding the scene back, the correct thing happened.
"…I'm taking us all out to dinner tonight!"
"Oh, I can't, I gotta date."
"Oh, you too?" Summer randomly appeared again.
"Yes…" Audrey blinked. She hated when people disappeared to different centuries and randomly appeared when the movie was going on. I mean, after a while, it does get annoying!
"With who?"
"My date and my boyfriend, Orin Scrivello."
Pause. Summer raised an eyebrow at Audrey.
"DDS."
"Charming man…" she sighed dreamily. "You're lucky to have him as a boyfriend."
There was a moment of silence as Audrey "casually" touched her eye, Mushnik found the door extremely interesting and Seymour scratched the back of his neck.
Summer looked concerned. "Oh… Are you not masochistic?"
Audrey shook her head, half answering the question and half in confused.
"You get sexual pleasure from pain. He's sadist, which is why he's a dentist. He gets sexual pleasure out of causing pain. Sadomasochist, which is what I am, gets pleasure from both. And I know waaaaaaaaay too much," she laughed and shook her head. ((LOL Matt: Not that I knew that question or anything...))
This is a musical, so she went dancing and singing down the street and everyone else seemed to know the words and dance steps. Like in Skid Row… hm…
Audrey made herself useful and went home.
"Are we still going out to dinner?" Seymour batted his eyes at Mushnik and edged closer.
"No. We're not," he inched away.
They waited awhile because the plant didn't wilt, and it didn't seem to want to. They stood there, and stood and waited, but to no avail.
The plant did, of course, perform "Hands" by Jewel, which was received in thunderous acclaim by the South Tanzanians practicing telekinesis. But it didn't wilt.
Apparently, it was not in the Goddess's will. So, yours truly, Authoress Rosie Scrivello, MADE it the Goddess's will.
The plant wilted. ((Was that so hard?))
"You're not going anywhere Krelborn!"
"Yea yea yea," Seymour pulled a brief Miss Hannigan ((LOL Christina and Drew…)).
Mushnik blinked at the sudden dance move. It took it's… I mean, He took his coat off the rack, handed the plant to Seymour and quickly ran down the street yelling. "MR. BUNDLES!!! POLICE!!" Unaware that he, too, had pulled a Miss Hannigan.
And since I'm really scared on what could happen if someone with a dirty mind at the moment and have Seymour sing "grow for me". So, we're skipping to the part we need.
((You spend 4-5 hours a day/5 days a week, sometimes 6 days, rehearsing/listening to/singing songs from Annie. And I'm someone who has been known to cross dress, hangs around with bisexuals and gays, and see men in drag daily. You try being surrounded in Annie music!!!))
And for the record, Summer does have a job here, in the next chapter, we're going to say we skip a few days, and she moves into a li'l room that was once a storage space in the basement.
Aerial Bard: Yes, Howard Ashman. ^_^ Contrary to popular belief, I know what I'm talking about… ^_~ Anyway. This is the second chapter, as most of you have probably realised… I'm not going to chapter these until about the 3rd or 4th one, so watch for that… and this is kind of just a filler chapter for the next one to happen… random insanities… yea. Tim Curry lyric references, Mists of Avalon, maybe Shock Treatment… Come, it's time for the fic!
Audrey picked up the card and stared at it. Then again, she was a pretty girl and she figured she needed a dentist appointment at one point another.
Coming to a good conclusion, she shoved the business card in her mouth.
Seymour, though, was too busy to notice Audrey's lust for paper because he was checking out the scars his neck and wondering why the hell they were there.
Mushnik was transported into the 13th century England because he's annoying and he dies anyway. There, he was reincarnated as Viviane right before Balin … uh, if you haven't read "The Mists of Avalon", then I can't tell you because it spoils it. I'm reading it now. Expect references.
Of course, the author realised that was totally out of character. o.O Rewinding the scene back, the correct thing happened.
"…I'm taking us all out to dinner tonight!"
"Oh, I can't, I gotta date."
"Oh, you too?" Summer randomly appeared again.
"Yes…" Audrey blinked. She hated when people disappeared to different centuries and randomly appeared when the movie was going on. I mean, after a while, it does get annoying!
"With who?"
"My date and my boyfriend, Orin Scrivello."
Pause. Summer raised an eyebrow at Audrey.
"DDS."
"Charming man…" she sighed dreamily. "You're lucky to have him as a boyfriend."
There was a moment of silence as Audrey "casually" touched her eye, Mushnik found the door extremely interesting and Seymour scratched the back of his neck.
Summer looked concerned. "Oh… Are you not masochistic?"
Audrey shook her head, half answering the question and half in confused.
"You get sexual pleasure from pain. He's sadist, which is why he's a dentist. He gets sexual pleasure out of causing pain. Sadomasochist, which is what I am, gets pleasure from both. And I know waaaaaaaaay too much," she laughed and shook her head. ((LOL Matt: Not that I knew that question or anything...))
This is a musical, so she went dancing and singing down the street and everyone else seemed to know the words and dance steps. Like in Skid Row… hm…
Audrey made herself useful and went home.
"Are we still going out to dinner?" Seymour batted his eyes at Mushnik and edged closer.
"No. We're not," he inched away.
They waited awhile because the plant didn't wilt, and it didn't seem to want to. They stood there, and stood and waited, but to no avail.
The plant did, of course, perform "Hands" by Jewel, which was received in thunderous acclaim by the South Tanzanians practicing telekinesis. But it didn't wilt.
Apparently, it was not in the Goddess's will. So, yours truly, Authoress Rosie Scrivello, MADE it the Goddess's will.
The plant wilted. ((Was that so hard?))
"You're not going anywhere Krelborn!"
"Yea yea yea," Seymour pulled a brief Miss Hannigan ((LOL Christina and Drew…)).
Mushnik blinked at the sudden dance move. It took it's… I mean, He took his coat off the rack, handed the plant to Seymour and quickly ran down the street yelling. "MR. BUNDLES!!! POLICE!!" Unaware that he, too, had pulled a Miss Hannigan.
And since I'm really scared on what could happen if someone with a dirty mind at the moment and have Seymour sing "grow for me". So, we're skipping to the part we need.
((You spend 4-5 hours a day/5 days a week, sometimes 6 days, rehearsing/listening to/singing songs from Annie. And I'm someone who has been known to cross dress, hangs around with bisexuals and gays, and see men in drag daily. You try being surrounded in Annie music!!!))
And for the record, Summer does have a job here, in the next chapter, we're going to say we skip a few days, and she moves into a li'l room that was once a storage space in the basement.
