The Magickal Golden Corn Stalk
Chapter Five: Further Exploits of Team 1 and Kara Finally Meets the Duck!
Disclaimer: AHHH!!! These. Are. NOT. My. Characters! The song lyrics in here are not mine! Liz, Rachelle, and Kara are not mine! I'm not even mine! So don't sue me! Plus, I'm poor. No cash here.
A/n: Ok, this takes quite a bit of explaining so no one bitches at me for ripping them off. My friend Rachelle is a fellow writer (mostly just for her manga, but, apparently, other kinds too). She read my story and became the single scariest type of writer EVER. One that's been inspired by ME. *everyone screams* Yes, I know, it's very scary, but other then some little characterization things (she's not familiar with these characters) that don't matter in a silly fic anyway, she did a very nice job. So to cut to the chase, Rachelle wrote the first half of this chapter. Everyone welcome Rachelle. *Rachelle pops in and waves* Well, onto the story.
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After taking several lefts and going straight too many times to count, Team 1 became convinced that they were lost.
"We're lost!" Stark exclaimed.
"I think the author has assessed that point already!" Aeryn contributed.
"This makes no sense! We've been going in the general direction of where Command should be. So why aren't we there yet?" Acorna riddled.
"Isn't it obvious that someone doesn't know where they're going!" Julian intoned.
"Pack it in!" Aeryn countered.
"That's it!" Acorna said.
"We should 'pack it in?'" Aeryn suggested.
"No. The only reason why we can't get to where we want to go I because someone doesn't know where we're going!"
The suggestion was so obviously brilliant that it left the group in a stupor, allowing a hush to fall over the team and giving the author a chance to dig up words they could use instead of said. (A/n [Manda]: Remember, this is Rachelle's part! I'm quite partial to "said" myself. :) )
Suddenly a loud clap of thunder reverberated through the hall and a large cloud formed. This caught everyone's attention, especially since they weren't used to seeing clouds form in the spacecraft. From the depths of the cloud, Trip emerged looking oddly pale and dressed in a long, black robe.
"Look, it's Trip!" Stark remarked.
"You have a bad habit of repeating things the writer has already made obvious!" Aeryn replied.
"REMEMBER! REMEMBER THE POWER OF THE PEN!" Trip bellowed.
Acorna came close and bowed in a mannerly fashion. "Trip, why whatever do you mean by 'power of the pen?'"
"I can say no more! I can merely repeat: REMEMBER! REMEMBER THE POWER OF THE PEN!"
Having howled out this message, Trip disappeared along with the dark cloud and the sound of lightning.
"'Power of the pen?'" Julian pondered aloud. "AHA! I get it! A pen is what got us here in the first place, remember? Maybe the reason why we can't get to command has to do with the writer!"
"MANDA!" they all chimed.
"I'll go find out………"
Suddenly, Stark went into a prone position and began to sing:
"Early morning Manhattan/Ocean winds blow on the land/Movie palaces now undone/The all night watch men have had their fun/Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show/It's the same old ending – time to go/GET OUT!"
A look of extreme amazement passed over Stark's face. "I'm not standing for another minute of this! Booga booga booga!"
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By the third "booga," Stark stood in front of Manda, but instead of being accompanied by Kara, there was a girl with short black hair and Crow makeup on.
Sensing the confusion coming from Stark, Manda filled him in.
"This is Crow Maiden Liz! She just popped outta nowhere!"
Stark shook his head. "I don't care about that! Why are you keeping us from getting to Command? Why did you have Trip do a soothsayer cameo, and why did you have me sing a verse from 'The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway' by Genesis?"
"Who?"
"GENESIS!"
"Why would I do that? I don't even know who Genesis are!" A look of realization crossed over Manda's face. "But I know who does."
Manda typed furiously in to her laptop and put her hand in her lap. "This should only take a minute." She stared for a moment. All was silent except for Liz, quietly mouthing the words to "Mr. Tinker Train." Suddenly the sound of an approaching scream was heard, followed by a dull thud.
"OWWIE!" piped a voice.
Stark spied an amazingly beautiful African-American girl rubbing her arse in pain.
"Rachelle Morose! I knew you were up to something," Manda summarized. (A/n [Rachelle]: Running out of words for said!)
"Took long enough! I thought the whole thing with Crow Maiden Liz would be a dead give away! Anywho, I guess I should go now. I'll put Stark and the rest of the team back on the track to the command room."
"Thank you," Stark said, still mystified by her beauty.
"Ohhh. Love vibes between characters and fanfic fan writers. Maybe there will be two kisses in my fic."
"We'll see," Rachelle said and disappeared.
"Macaroni and cheese," Stark said sadly.
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"AHA! There you are, fill us in," Acorna interrogated.
"Um…if we go the way we were going before we should get to Command. The reason why we could get there before is 'cause Rachelle doesn't know what Command looks like or what to put there."
"Who's Rachelle?" asked Aeryn.
"She's the writer of this fanfic-fanfic."
"Whatever! Let's blow this popsicle stand."
As Team 1 made their way to Command, Stark's thought were glued to the image of Rachelle, rubbing her arse in pain.
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(A/n [Manda]: Yay! I got my fanfic back! From now on everything not in the disclaimer, including A/n's, are all mine!)
When Team 1's charade was all done with, they found themselves in Command, along with the other two teams. Everyone looked around in confusion; there certainly was no magickal, golden corn stalk here.
"Bloody hell," Julian said. "What're we supposed to do now?"
"I TOLD you!" Harry was jumping up and down yelling. "I TOLD you Manda was a crappy writer!"
"This sucks," Will said. "Let's leave."
"I concur; there is no relevance in this. We should go."
Stark was just sighing dreamily, thinking of Rachelle.
"All right, all right, shut up," Manda said as she, Kara, and Trip appeared in Command. Manda was hanging on Trip's arm, Kara standing to her other side. "What's the dill, dawgs?"
Everyone, including Trip and Kara, stared at Manda in complete disbelief.
"Heh heh, sorry about that. I've been hanging out with Audra lately, ok?! Anyway, what's up?"
"Why're we here?" Cade asked.
"The dead do not jump on pogo sticks."
"SHUT UP!" everyone screamed.
"Uh, 'cause Casey wants to announce something." Just then a girl that bored a striking resemblance to Manda appeared. She was just an inch or so shorter, her hair was shoulder-length, and her eyes were lighter. Other then that, they looked very much alike.
She glared at Manda hanging on Trip, and then faced the teams. "I've got a secret!" she said in a singsong voice.
Everyone on the teams rolled their eyes. "So what?" Oliver asked.
Casey looked hurt. "Fine! If no one's interested in knowing that Kara kissed Crichton…"
Aeryn's eyes widened. "What!?"
"The dead do not think it's nice to kiss other people's boyfriends."
"Yup," Casey said.
Aeryn marched up to Kara and breathed heavily in her face. "Manda!" she yelled even though she was less then a foot away. "You let this happen!? I DEMAND a weapon to fight her with!"
"You can't leave me defenseless!" Kara cried to Manda.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Aeryn, you and I discussed you making demands of me. Just for that…" Manda typed into the laptop, and a duck appeared in Aeryn's hands.
"A duck? A DUCK!?"
"The dead do not think Aeryn can kick ass with a duck."
Manda smiled, then typed some more. A light saber suddenly appeared in Kara's hands.
"The dead do not think Aeryn has a chance now." Everyone snickered.
Kara looked at the light saber, and, softly at first, started laughing evilly. Gradually her laughter built up until she was howling with evil laughter. She then began running around, swinging her light saber wildly.
It was chaos. Everyone except Manda, Trip, Casey, and a confused Malcolm (whom Manda wrote in for Casey) were running around madly. Kara was swinging the light saber around in every direction, not caring who she hit. But (probably not so) amazingly, the character's burns healed as quickly as Manda could write.
Suddenly, Aeryn stopped dead in her tracks. With the duck in one hand, she marched over the Kara and whacked her across the face. The light saber clattered to the ground and Aeryn grabbed Kara by the collar. She dragged her into the next room and shut the door. There were several yelps of pain and quite a few loud quacks. When they came back out, Aeryn looked a great deal happier, Kara looked sane again, and the duck looked like shit.
Manda sighed and looked at the trio. "Well, did you get that out of your systems?"
Kara and Aeryn both answered with a "yes," the duck with a quack.
"Good. Now y'all get outta here and start looking for that corn stalk." Manda, Trip, Casey, Malcolm, Kara, and the duck all disappeared.
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A/n: Well? You like? You hate? My part? Rachelle's part? Lemme know! And I still haven't decided which team'll win, so if you wanna put in your 2 cents about that in the review you wanna leave me now… :)
~Manda/SG
Chapter Five: Further Exploits of Team 1 and Kara Finally Meets the Duck!
Disclaimer: AHHH!!! These. Are. NOT. My. Characters! The song lyrics in here are not mine! Liz, Rachelle, and Kara are not mine! I'm not even mine! So don't sue me! Plus, I'm poor. No cash here.
A/n: Ok, this takes quite a bit of explaining so no one bitches at me for ripping them off. My friend Rachelle is a fellow writer (mostly just for her manga, but, apparently, other kinds too). She read my story and became the single scariest type of writer EVER. One that's been inspired by ME. *everyone screams* Yes, I know, it's very scary, but other then some little characterization things (she's not familiar with these characters) that don't matter in a silly fic anyway, she did a very nice job. So to cut to the chase, Rachelle wrote the first half of this chapter. Everyone welcome Rachelle. *Rachelle pops in and waves* Well, onto the story.
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After taking several lefts and going straight too many times to count, Team 1 became convinced that they were lost.
"We're lost!" Stark exclaimed.
"I think the author has assessed that point already!" Aeryn contributed.
"This makes no sense! We've been going in the general direction of where Command should be. So why aren't we there yet?" Acorna riddled.
"Isn't it obvious that someone doesn't know where they're going!" Julian intoned.
"Pack it in!" Aeryn countered.
"That's it!" Acorna said.
"We should 'pack it in?'" Aeryn suggested.
"No. The only reason why we can't get to where we want to go I because someone doesn't know where we're going!"
The suggestion was so obviously brilliant that it left the group in a stupor, allowing a hush to fall over the team and giving the author a chance to dig up words they could use instead of said. (A/n [Manda]: Remember, this is Rachelle's part! I'm quite partial to "said" myself. :) )
Suddenly a loud clap of thunder reverberated through the hall and a large cloud formed. This caught everyone's attention, especially since they weren't used to seeing clouds form in the spacecraft. From the depths of the cloud, Trip emerged looking oddly pale and dressed in a long, black robe.
"Look, it's Trip!" Stark remarked.
"You have a bad habit of repeating things the writer has already made obvious!" Aeryn replied.
"REMEMBER! REMEMBER THE POWER OF THE PEN!" Trip bellowed.
Acorna came close and bowed in a mannerly fashion. "Trip, why whatever do you mean by 'power of the pen?'"
"I can say no more! I can merely repeat: REMEMBER! REMEMBER THE POWER OF THE PEN!"
Having howled out this message, Trip disappeared along with the dark cloud and the sound of lightning.
"'Power of the pen?'" Julian pondered aloud. "AHA! I get it! A pen is what got us here in the first place, remember? Maybe the reason why we can't get to command has to do with the writer!"
"MANDA!" they all chimed.
"I'll go find out………"
Suddenly, Stark went into a prone position and began to sing:
"Early morning Manhattan/Ocean winds blow on the land/Movie palaces now undone/The all night watch men have had their fun/Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show/It's the same old ending – time to go/GET OUT!"
A look of extreme amazement passed over Stark's face. "I'm not standing for another minute of this! Booga booga booga!"
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By the third "booga," Stark stood in front of Manda, but instead of being accompanied by Kara, there was a girl with short black hair and Crow makeup on.
Sensing the confusion coming from Stark, Manda filled him in.
"This is Crow Maiden Liz! She just popped outta nowhere!"
Stark shook his head. "I don't care about that! Why are you keeping us from getting to Command? Why did you have Trip do a soothsayer cameo, and why did you have me sing a verse from 'The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway' by Genesis?"
"Who?"
"GENESIS!"
"Why would I do that? I don't even know who Genesis are!" A look of realization crossed over Manda's face. "But I know who does."
Manda typed furiously in to her laptop and put her hand in her lap. "This should only take a minute." She stared for a moment. All was silent except for Liz, quietly mouthing the words to "Mr. Tinker Train." Suddenly the sound of an approaching scream was heard, followed by a dull thud.
"OWWIE!" piped a voice.
Stark spied an amazingly beautiful African-American girl rubbing her arse in pain.
"Rachelle Morose! I knew you were up to something," Manda summarized. (A/n [Rachelle]: Running out of words for said!)
"Took long enough! I thought the whole thing with Crow Maiden Liz would be a dead give away! Anywho, I guess I should go now. I'll put Stark and the rest of the team back on the track to the command room."
"Thank you," Stark said, still mystified by her beauty.
"Ohhh. Love vibes between characters and fanfic fan writers. Maybe there will be two kisses in my fic."
"We'll see," Rachelle said and disappeared.
"Macaroni and cheese," Stark said sadly.
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"AHA! There you are, fill us in," Acorna interrogated.
"Um…if we go the way we were going before we should get to Command. The reason why we could get there before is 'cause Rachelle doesn't know what Command looks like or what to put there."
"Who's Rachelle?" asked Aeryn.
"She's the writer of this fanfic-fanfic."
"Whatever! Let's blow this popsicle stand."
As Team 1 made their way to Command, Stark's thought were glued to the image of Rachelle, rubbing her arse in pain.
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(A/n [Manda]: Yay! I got my fanfic back! From now on everything not in the disclaimer, including A/n's, are all mine!)
When Team 1's charade was all done with, they found themselves in Command, along with the other two teams. Everyone looked around in confusion; there certainly was no magickal, golden corn stalk here.
"Bloody hell," Julian said. "What're we supposed to do now?"
"I TOLD you!" Harry was jumping up and down yelling. "I TOLD you Manda was a crappy writer!"
"This sucks," Will said. "Let's leave."
"I concur; there is no relevance in this. We should go."
Stark was just sighing dreamily, thinking of Rachelle.
"All right, all right, shut up," Manda said as she, Kara, and Trip appeared in Command. Manda was hanging on Trip's arm, Kara standing to her other side. "What's the dill, dawgs?"
Everyone, including Trip and Kara, stared at Manda in complete disbelief.
"Heh heh, sorry about that. I've been hanging out with Audra lately, ok?! Anyway, what's up?"
"Why're we here?" Cade asked.
"The dead do not jump on pogo sticks."
"SHUT UP!" everyone screamed.
"Uh, 'cause Casey wants to announce something." Just then a girl that bored a striking resemblance to Manda appeared. She was just an inch or so shorter, her hair was shoulder-length, and her eyes were lighter. Other then that, they looked very much alike.
She glared at Manda hanging on Trip, and then faced the teams. "I've got a secret!" she said in a singsong voice.
Everyone on the teams rolled their eyes. "So what?" Oliver asked.
Casey looked hurt. "Fine! If no one's interested in knowing that Kara kissed Crichton…"
Aeryn's eyes widened. "What!?"
"The dead do not think it's nice to kiss other people's boyfriends."
"Yup," Casey said.
Aeryn marched up to Kara and breathed heavily in her face. "Manda!" she yelled even though she was less then a foot away. "You let this happen!? I DEMAND a weapon to fight her with!"
"You can't leave me defenseless!" Kara cried to Manda.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Aeryn, you and I discussed you making demands of me. Just for that…" Manda typed into the laptop, and a duck appeared in Aeryn's hands.
"A duck? A DUCK!?"
"The dead do not think Aeryn can kick ass with a duck."
Manda smiled, then typed some more. A light saber suddenly appeared in Kara's hands.
"The dead do not think Aeryn has a chance now." Everyone snickered.
Kara looked at the light saber, and, softly at first, started laughing evilly. Gradually her laughter built up until she was howling with evil laughter. She then began running around, swinging her light saber wildly.
It was chaos. Everyone except Manda, Trip, Casey, and a confused Malcolm (whom Manda wrote in for Casey) were running around madly. Kara was swinging the light saber around in every direction, not caring who she hit. But (probably not so) amazingly, the character's burns healed as quickly as Manda could write.
Suddenly, Aeryn stopped dead in her tracks. With the duck in one hand, she marched over the Kara and whacked her across the face. The light saber clattered to the ground and Aeryn grabbed Kara by the collar. She dragged her into the next room and shut the door. There were several yelps of pain and quite a few loud quacks. When they came back out, Aeryn looked a great deal happier, Kara looked sane again, and the duck looked like shit.
Manda sighed and looked at the trio. "Well, did you get that out of your systems?"
Kara and Aeryn both answered with a "yes," the duck with a quack.
"Good. Now y'all get outta here and start looking for that corn stalk." Manda, Trip, Casey, Malcolm, Kara, and the duck all disappeared.
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A/n: Well? You like? You hate? My part? Rachelle's part? Lemme know! And I still haven't decided which team'll win, so if you wanna put in your 2 cents about that in the review you wanna leave me now… :)
~Manda/SG