Morpheus, captain of the Nebuchadnezzar and Niobe's almost fiancée (he
wasn't her fiancée only because he hadn't proposed yet), was in a good mood
that evening as he entered the Matrix to attend a party. He was dressed in
the best pimp outfit he could create: a bejeweled, purple velvet duster
with plenty of fringe, with a matching purple velvet hat with a giant
feather attached to it. He had even made a cane topped with the figure of a
woman (actually Niobe, but that would be his little secret). Yes, he was
most pleased with his attire; it wasn't every day you were invited to a
costume party hosted by your worst enemy to announce his retirement from
villainy.
Apparating directly in the lobby of the building where Café La Vrai was situated, he had not noticed the strange, retroactive atmosphere that had invaded the City. As he ascended the elevator to the 101st floor, the car shook violently and the lights cut out as though an earthquake had rocked the City. Very shaken, he was relived when the car continued to go up and finally stop on the 101st floor. He exited the car, happened to glance at a mirror, and nearly let out a girly, high-pitched shriek.
"Wah! M-m-m-m-my j-j-j-j-j-jacket!" stammered Morpheus as he looked himself over in the mirror. Instead of his marvelous purple velvet confection was a horrifying mass of neon: the gold jewelry had been replaced by plastic neon chains and the purple velvet was now a crazy quilt of neon triangles. "YAAAAGH! NOT THE JACKET!!!"
Niobe, who like the others was in the hall, heard the anguished cries and rushed over to the quivering form slumped in the hallway. "Morpheus! What are you doing here?! And why are you dressed like Arsenio Hall?" Morpheus took another glance at the mirror and fainted. "Morpheus? Morpheus! Wake up! Wa-oh my lord... NOT THE HAIR!! NOOOOOOOO!!! *Sob!*" Her hair was now in thick, ugly braids that stuck out at odd angles from her head. She was wearing the most hideous sweater in existence, a hot pink and cheese-wiz orange monstrosity (with matching stirrup leggings) that clung onto her like a particularly bad... well, I don't know what, but for some reason she could not rip it off no matter how hard she pulled. Meanwhile, inside the dining room Neo, Trinity, Switch, Apoc, Persephone, the Twins, and Miro all shrieked simultaneously. "NOOOOOOO! GOOD GOD HAVE MERCY!!!!!!!"
The Merovingian sighed. "Great, now I will have to change the party theme! Stupid virus, stupid, stup-Merde!" He had just noticed his new, bright green suit with purple paisley tie. "WAHHH!"
The only two entities not screaming in fashionable horror were Agent Brown and Agent Elle. Agent Brown was actually pleased with his appearance; aside from the bolo tie with cow skull clasp thingy, permanently rolled up sleeves, and the slight mullet he now sported, he was looking more Agent- like then he had all day. Agent Elle rolled her eyes at all the panicking humans and programs and stealthily prepared to move about the place and whack them all out of hysterics; or rather, she would have if someone hadn't knocked her out first.
The last thing Agent Elle heard before the room was plunged into darkness was someone humming.
"I love the nightlife... I love to boogie..."
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Apparating directly in the lobby of the building where Café La Vrai was situated, he had not noticed the strange, retroactive atmosphere that had invaded the City. As he ascended the elevator to the 101st floor, the car shook violently and the lights cut out as though an earthquake had rocked the City. Very shaken, he was relived when the car continued to go up and finally stop on the 101st floor. He exited the car, happened to glance at a mirror, and nearly let out a girly, high-pitched shriek.
"Wah! M-m-m-m-my j-j-j-j-j-jacket!" stammered Morpheus as he looked himself over in the mirror. Instead of his marvelous purple velvet confection was a horrifying mass of neon: the gold jewelry had been replaced by plastic neon chains and the purple velvet was now a crazy quilt of neon triangles. "YAAAAGH! NOT THE JACKET!!!"
Niobe, who like the others was in the hall, heard the anguished cries and rushed over to the quivering form slumped in the hallway. "Morpheus! What are you doing here?! And why are you dressed like Arsenio Hall?" Morpheus took another glance at the mirror and fainted. "Morpheus? Morpheus! Wake up! Wa-oh my lord... NOT THE HAIR!! NOOOOOOOO!!! *Sob!*" Her hair was now in thick, ugly braids that stuck out at odd angles from her head. She was wearing the most hideous sweater in existence, a hot pink and cheese-wiz orange monstrosity (with matching stirrup leggings) that clung onto her like a particularly bad... well, I don't know what, but for some reason she could not rip it off no matter how hard she pulled. Meanwhile, inside the dining room Neo, Trinity, Switch, Apoc, Persephone, the Twins, and Miro all shrieked simultaneously. "NOOOOOOO! GOOD GOD HAVE MERCY!!!!!!!"
The Merovingian sighed. "Great, now I will have to change the party theme! Stupid virus, stupid, stup-Merde!" He had just noticed his new, bright green suit with purple paisley tie. "WAHHH!"
The only two entities not screaming in fashionable horror were Agent Brown and Agent Elle. Agent Brown was actually pleased with his appearance; aside from the bolo tie with cow skull clasp thingy, permanently rolled up sleeves, and the slight mullet he now sported, he was looking more Agent- like then he had all day. Agent Elle rolled her eyes at all the panicking humans and programs and stealthily prepared to move about the place and whack them all out of hysterics; or rather, she would have if someone hadn't knocked her out first.
The last thing Agent Elle heard before the room was plunged into darkness was someone humming.
"I love the nightlife... I love to boogie..."
------------------------ To be continued