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Murphy's Law by Stultulo copyright 2003 part 3
Marah smiled at her new companion's look. Gone was the utterly boring green shirt and blue jeans. Instead, she'd scrounged up a baggy pair of black pants, a white shirt, red vest, and a white sash to act as a belt. All in all, he made a pretty good pirate, especially after she'd taken away the glasses that spoiled the look.
Okay, he was glaring. She'd never seen him smile, and she supposed that being a prisoner wasn't too fun. He hadn't attacked her, though. Just glared. Of course, a captured *pirate* probably wouldn't smile, either, so he was probably in character. Right now he was sitting in one corner, on one of her pinkest pillows. Maybe Uncle would spring for for something more masculine for him. She kneeled down in front of him so that their faces were level with each other. "I'm going out to see Uncle. I'll be back."
Her companion didn't reply. In a fit of pity, she patted his head awkwardly, and then she left.
~~~
Cam squinted as Marah left. Unfortunately, with Marah having taken his glasses, she tended to be a big red, white, and dark colored blob.
He looked at his outfit critically. As far as fashion went, Marah's choice in clothing could have been far worse. It wasn't ideal, but it wasn't worth protesting over. Especially when protesting might cause Marah to select something even worse.
And the last thing he wanted to do is attract attention. Being Marah's plaything would no doubt keep him out of the public eye, or at least away from the attention of the denizens of Lothor's spaceship. He had no desire to actually interact with anyone. At least Marah was pleasant, if bubbleheaded.
Still, he had to get out of there, and soon. And that meant somehow getting out of the restraining collar Zurgane had put onto him, and somehow finding his way off a spaceship. Of the two, getting out of the collar would be easy - at least if he could get it deactivated. Marah had locked it in one of her dresser drawers, and all Cam needed was a bit of time to get around that.
How he was going to get back to Earth was another question. He had no idea how most of the monsters, Lothor, or his family teleported. If it was some internal, innate thing, then he was in a heap of trouble.
Cam tugged at the collar. It had a little leeway, but not enough that he could really hook too many fingers under it. From what Zurgane had said, if he stepped outside Marah's room, he'd probably not be able to get very far, just from the pain. And that would attract attention he didn't want.
Quietly, he walked over to Marah's dresser, starting to examine how it was made... and how he'd get the collar controller and his glasses back.
~~~
Marah headed back to the throne room. There, she could just hang, avoid Kapri, and catch Uncle at the best possible moment. If Uncle's plans were going well, that meant that she could ask for things and get them.
"So, Marah," Uncle Lothor greeted her. "How's your new... friend?" Behind him, Kapri rolled her eyes.
"Oh, he's pretty good," Marah said. "He's... well, at least he looks better."
Her Uncle gave her a brief nod. "Good. Keep him occupied."
Marah frowned. She couldn't quite figure out what Uncle Lothor meant. "Occupied, Uncle?" she asked.
He turned his brilliant smile on her. "Don't worry about coming up here, Marah. Just... keep a good eye on your... companion."
"Oh," Marah said in relief. "I can do that."
"Good," Lothor said. "Now go."
"And lock your staff up," Zurgane rumbled.
Marah frowned again. "Why?"
"I do not wish to have him gain access to teleportation."
Uncle smiled. "What Zurgane is saying, Marah, is that after all the trouble you had catching him, you don't want him to run away, right?"
"Oh, yeah. Right." Marah smiled. Then she frowned. "Where's he gonna sleep?" she asked. The question had been stewing for a while, and had just presented itself.
"Where do you think, Marah?" Kapri contributed. "In your bed, duh."
"I'm not having a guy in my bed!" Marah exclaimed.
Uncle held up a hand. "Marah, I'll have... Choobo, is it?" The green creature hurriedly bowed. "I'll have Choobo find a bed for your... friend."
Marah smiled. "Wonderful!"
When Uncle waved at her to go, she left. Oh, the guy was going to so enjoy being with her!
Murphy's Law by Stultulo copyright 2003 part 3
Marah smiled at her new companion's look. Gone was the utterly boring green shirt and blue jeans. Instead, she'd scrounged up a baggy pair of black pants, a white shirt, red vest, and a white sash to act as a belt. All in all, he made a pretty good pirate, especially after she'd taken away the glasses that spoiled the look.
Okay, he was glaring. She'd never seen him smile, and she supposed that being a prisoner wasn't too fun. He hadn't attacked her, though. Just glared. Of course, a captured *pirate* probably wouldn't smile, either, so he was probably in character. Right now he was sitting in one corner, on one of her pinkest pillows. Maybe Uncle would spring for for something more masculine for him. She kneeled down in front of him so that their faces were level with each other. "I'm going out to see Uncle. I'll be back."
Her companion didn't reply. In a fit of pity, she patted his head awkwardly, and then she left.
~~~
Cam squinted as Marah left. Unfortunately, with Marah having taken his glasses, she tended to be a big red, white, and dark colored blob.
He looked at his outfit critically. As far as fashion went, Marah's choice in clothing could have been far worse. It wasn't ideal, but it wasn't worth protesting over. Especially when protesting might cause Marah to select something even worse.
And the last thing he wanted to do is attract attention. Being Marah's plaything would no doubt keep him out of the public eye, or at least away from the attention of the denizens of Lothor's spaceship. He had no desire to actually interact with anyone. At least Marah was pleasant, if bubbleheaded.
Still, he had to get out of there, and soon. And that meant somehow getting out of the restraining collar Zurgane had put onto him, and somehow finding his way off a spaceship. Of the two, getting out of the collar would be easy - at least if he could get it deactivated. Marah had locked it in one of her dresser drawers, and all Cam needed was a bit of time to get around that.
How he was going to get back to Earth was another question. He had no idea how most of the monsters, Lothor, or his family teleported. If it was some internal, innate thing, then he was in a heap of trouble.
Cam tugged at the collar. It had a little leeway, but not enough that he could really hook too many fingers under it. From what Zurgane had said, if he stepped outside Marah's room, he'd probably not be able to get very far, just from the pain. And that would attract attention he didn't want.
Quietly, he walked over to Marah's dresser, starting to examine how it was made... and how he'd get the collar controller and his glasses back.
~~~
Marah headed back to the throne room. There, she could just hang, avoid Kapri, and catch Uncle at the best possible moment. If Uncle's plans were going well, that meant that she could ask for things and get them.
"So, Marah," Uncle Lothor greeted her. "How's your new... friend?" Behind him, Kapri rolled her eyes.
"Oh, he's pretty good," Marah said. "He's... well, at least he looks better."
Her Uncle gave her a brief nod. "Good. Keep him occupied."
Marah frowned. She couldn't quite figure out what Uncle Lothor meant. "Occupied, Uncle?" she asked.
He turned his brilliant smile on her. "Don't worry about coming up here, Marah. Just... keep a good eye on your... companion."
"Oh," Marah said in relief. "I can do that."
"Good," Lothor said. "Now go."
"And lock your staff up," Zurgane rumbled.
Marah frowned again. "Why?"
"I do not wish to have him gain access to teleportation."
Uncle smiled. "What Zurgane is saying, Marah, is that after all the trouble you had catching him, you don't want him to run away, right?"
"Oh, yeah. Right." Marah smiled. Then she frowned. "Where's he gonna sleep?" she asked. The question had been stewing for a while, and had just presented itself.
"Where do you think, Marah?" Kapri contributed. "In your bed, duh."
"I'm not having a guy in my bed!" Marah exclaimed.
Uncle held up a hand. "Marah, I'll have... Choobo, is it?" The green creature hurriedly bowed. "I'll have Choobo find a bed for your... friend."
Marah smiled. "Wonderful!"
When Uncle waved at her to go, she left. Oh, the guy was going to so enjoy being with her!
