@Pandora's very own white room!@
(2/?)-"Hello, I'm the author!"
By: Duh! Pandora, of course!
Category: Humour/Humour!
Rating: PG-13 (A few swear words, some vivid and graphic descriptions, but not ALL too much…)
Summary: Due to finally receiving an authors licence, (Or rather, stealing one!) Pandora decides to have some fun, by trapping poor innocent people in a white little room. However, she has no intentions at all to make them read MST, no, no, not at all. Pandora has something completely different in mind…
Authors note: This is because I have always wanted to have my very own "white-room-where-you-can-trap-poor-characters-from-all-around-the-world"! And, because I wanted to. So there. Anyone who gets completely annoyed and bugged out by this: Well, Pooh on you!
Disclaimer: This is the disclaimer that never ends, it goes on and on for eternity, my friends, one author started writing it, not knowing what it was, and she'll continue typing it forever, just because…That's my fav. Disclaimer right now, and no, I did not come up with it, it's all too funny to be my work! Seriously, it's Starbrat that made this thing up! You ought to read her work, you really ought to!
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This was not good, Aragorn decided. Definitely not good. He sighed. Today had seemed to be such a good day, and it HAD been a good day, until he had ended up here. Where were here, anyway? He looked around at the white walls, white ceiling, and even, surprisingly enough, white floor, while he tried to detangle himself from the heap of hobbits, elves, one wizard, and one dwarf, that had landed on him. As he moved, a rib cracked tentatively. He groaned. That was going to hurt later on. In the room, there was an absolute silence, as everyone moved away from the floor. Legolas finally spoke up.
"Where are we?"
"I seriously have no idea." Gandalf said simply. Then suddenly, an evil cackle filled the room.
"Well, my dears, that is just too bad, now is it? But you see, I now where you are." A voice yelled from somewhere. They all clapped their ears, at the voice loudness.
"Oops, sorry 'but that, I'm just gonna adjust the speakers!" Pippin suddenly jumped up, and pointed an accusing finger, to, well…where ever he just assumed the person speaking was.
"I know who you are! You are one of those fanfiction authors, who keeps on torturing us!" He yelled, spinning around as he did so, since he after all wasn't really sure on exactly WHERE the author was, and thought that he had better to point everywhere. The voice chuckled.
"Very good, my dear. Perhaps you aren't such an idiot as some people might think." Gandalf suddenly felt very pointed out.
"Well, everyone calls him a fool, don't blame me!" He screamed frantically. Everyone looked at him oddly, then just shrugged their shoulders. The voice quickly decided to ignore this little outburst, and move on.
"Well, a fanfiction author I am. And you, my dears, are here to amuse me."
"Wait, let me guess, a goddess named Minnie, gave you the power to bring us here and torture us?" Merry said ironically. The voice squealed.
"Yes! She did!"
"The next time I'll meet Minnie, I'll chop her in little, tiny slices with my axe!" Gimli growled angrily. Elrond finally said something.
"All right, lets just get this over with. I have been in the hands of many mad fanfiction authors before, and maybe this one is reasonable!" Another evil, and very scary-sounding, chuckle echoed through the room.
"But then again, maybe not." Elrond then added.
"Okay, what do you want us to do?" Galadriel said in a defeated voice, tired as she was of being stuck there.
"Oh, we are just going to play a fun lil' game. But first off, how about introducing ourselves, eh?"
"But, we already know each other." Boromir said. The voice seemed to get a little disappointed at the statement.
"Oh…Well, in that case, I am Pandora!"
"Hi Pandora." They all chorused, since they knew that things like that made authors very happy, and a happy author were always preferable. And they were right. Pandora DID get very happy. She squealed. Which was not a very good idea, since her speakers still were on quite the high volume, and…well, you get the picture.
"Now, we are going to play hide and seek."
"WHAT?!" The more mature members of the group exploded, while the hobbits actually cheered and yelled 'YAY/We get to play hide and seek!/I wanna hide in a cookie jar!/No Pip, you can't hide there!' and so on. The voi…Pandora, did not seemed to be changing her mind due to the wild protests from everyone except four little one-metre-people-with-big-feet, who all seemed to agree that Pippin absolutely couldn't hide in a cookie jar ("He is too much big for that!" Sam divided. "Well, yes, but if he would be on a diet for a few weeks, then maybe he could…" Merry optimistically thought. "No, no, no. Pippin cannot, and will not, hide in a cookie jar, unless WE squish him in!" Frodo interrupted Merry and ended the whole conversation with this strong argument.) Everyone else groaned in annoyance.
"I decided that…Pippin, is not allowed to hide in a cookie jar, 'cause I do not have one, and Galadriel is seeking. Now, hide!" Pandora finally got tired of quietly gazing longingly at Legolas, so she just sped things up a little. The more mature members still didn't think this was a good idea, but since they didn't think that upsetting the mad author that so effectively had captured them in the palms of her hand, they decided putting up with, and going along with all the humiliations, was the best way. The hobbits just cheered and 'yay'-ed in their own little hobbity way, as they frantically searched for somewhere to hide. The others just sat down on one of the couches (White, mind you!), that for some odd reason which was beyond them, was there, while Galadriel reluctantly, after a glare around the room (They still didn't know where Pandora was), began counting.
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Well, I am definitely out of ideas. But I have lots of authors block. It's up for grabs, just 2$!… Anyone?… At all? *Sigh* Didn't think so either…oh well, see ya in next chapter, Cheers, and Ja Mata Ne! //Pandora
(2/?)-"Hello, I'm the author!"
By: Duh! Pandora, of course!
Category: Humour/Humour!
Rating: PG-13 (A few swear words, some vivid and graphic descriptions, but not ALL too much…)
Summary: Due to finally receiving an authors licence, (Or rather, stealing one!) Pandora decides to have some fun, by trapping poor innocent people in a white little room. However, she has no intentions at all to make them read MST, no, no, not at all. Pandora has something completely different in mind…
Authors note: This is because I have always wanted to have my very own "white-room-where-you-can-trap-poor-characters-from-all-around-the-world"! And, because I wanted to. So there. Anyone who gets completely annoyed and bugged out by this: Well, Pooh on you!
Disclaimer: This is the disclaimer that never ends, it goes on and on for eternity, my friends, one author started writing it, not knowing what it was, and she'll continue typing it forever, just because…That's my fav. Disclaimer right now, and no, I did not come up with it, it's all too funny to be my work! Seriously, it's Starbrat that made this thing up! You ought to read her work, you really ought to!
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This was not good, Aragorn decided. Definitely not good. He sighed. Today had seemed to be such a good day, and it HAD been a good day, until he had ended up here. Where were here, anyway? He looked around at the white walls, white ceiling, and even, surprisingly enough, white floor, while he tried to detangle himself from the heap of hobbits, elves, one wizard, and one dwarf, that had landed on him. As he moved, a rib cracked tentatively. He groaned. That was going to hurt later on. In the room, there was an absolute silence, as everyone moved away from the floor. Legolas finally spoke up.
"Where are we?"
"I seriously have no idea." Gandalf said simply. Then suddenly, an evil cackle filled the room.
"Well, my dears, that is just too bad, now is it? But you see, I now where you are." A voice yelled from somewhere. They all clapped their ears, at the voice loudness.
"Oops, sorry 'but that, I'm just gonna adjust the speakers!" Pippin suddenly jumped up, and pointed an accusing finger, to, well…where ever he just assumed the person speaking was.
"I know who you are! You are one of those fanfiction authors, who keeps on torturing us!" He yelled, spinning around as he did so, since he after all wasn't really sure on exactly WHERE the author was, and thought that he had better to point everywhere. The voice chuckled.
"Very good, my dear. Perhaps you aren't such an idiot as some people might think." Gandalf suddenly felt very pointed out.
"Well, everyone calls him a fool, don't blame me!" He screamed frantically. Everyone looked at him oddly, then just shrugged their shoulders. The voice quickly decided to ignore this little outburst, and move on.
"Well, a fanfiction author I am. And you, my dears, are here to amuse me."
"Wait, let me guess, a goddess named Minnie, gave you the power to bring us here and torture us?" Merry said ironically. The voice squealed.
"Yes! She did!"
"The next time I'll meet Minnie, I'll chop her in little, tiny slices with my axe!" Gimli growled angrily. Elrond finally said something.
"All right, lets just get this over with. I have been in the hands of many mad fanfiction authors before, and maybe this one is reasonable!" Another evil, and very scary-sounding, chuckle echoed through the room.
"But then again, maybe not." Elrond then added.
"Okay, what do you want us to do?" Galadriel said in a defeated voice, tired as she was of being stuck there.
"Oh, we are just going to play a fun lil' game. But first off, how about introducing ourselves, eh?"
"But, we already know each other." Boromir said. The voice seemed to get a little disappointed at the statement.
"Oh…Well, in that case, I am Pandora!"
"Hi Pandora." They all chorused, since they knew that things like that made authors very happy, and a happy author were always preferable. And they were right. Pandora DID get very happy. She squealed. Which was not a very good idea, since her speakers still were on quite the high volume, and…well, you get the picture.
"Now, we are going to play hide and seek."
"WHAT?!" The more mature members of the group exploded, while the hobbits actually cheered and yelled 'YAY/We get to play hide and seek!/I wanna hide in a cookie jar!/No Pip, you can't hide there!' and so on. The voi…Pandora, did not seemed to be changing her mind due to the wild protests from everyone except four little one-metre-people-with-big-feet, who all seemed to agree that Pippin absolutely couldn't hide in a cookie jar ("He is too much big for that!" Sam divided. "Well, yes, but if he would be on a diet for a few weeks, then maybe he could…" Merry optimistically thought. "No, no, no. Pippin cannot, and will not, hide in a cookie jar, unless WE squish him in!" Frodo interrupted Merry and ended the whole conversation with this strong argument.) Everyone else groaned in annoyance.
"I decided that…Pippin, is not allowed to hide in a cookie jar, 'cause I do not have one, and Galadriel is seeking. Now, hide!" Pandora finally got tired of quietly gazing longingly at Legolas, so she just sped things up a little. The more mature members still didn't think this was a good idea, but since they didn't think that upsetting the mad author that so effectively had captured them in the palms of her hand, they decided putting up with, and going along with all the humiliations, was the best way. The hobbits just cheered and 'yay'-ed in their own little hobbity way, as they frantically searched for somewhere to hide. The others just sat down on one of the couches (White, mind you!), that for some odd reason which was beyond them, was there, while Galadriel reluctantly, after a glare around the room (They still didn't know where Pandora was), began counting.
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Well, I am definitely out of ideas. But I have lots of authors block. It's up for grabs, just 2$!… Anyone?… At all? *Sigh* Didn't think so either…oh well, see ya in next chapter, Cheers, and Ja Mata Ne! //Pandora