Dude! I be moving really fast now! I love having classes with seniors! It means the teachers can't do as much now cause they're preparing for the exit of the class of '04. Anyway, here is chapter two! I am so cruel to my characters sometimes, as is even more evident if you could read the story I'm writing about the characters at the Zelda site I roleplay at... so fricking cruel... Read on, my friends, read on! Oh, and tankies to SuperSmashGal who followed me from my last fic onto this new one! You're too great!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Mario-ified. The only characters in this story that I do own are Jessie, Ian, Nicole, and Martin. Go ahead, read!
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Chapter 2: It's a Tweester!
Jessie sat in her room at the pipe house on Friday evening. It was thunder storming outside, so she couldn't do anything outside. She'd thought about writing a song or something, but every time she would go to play her guitar, it would thunder and she would be unable to concentrate on the music. So, she just sat at her window, watching the lightning dance across the dark, cloudy sky. She sighed. "Bored?" She turned to see Martin standing in the doorway.
"Very much so," she answered.
"Well, this is what you get for making the weather dude mad," Martin teased, leaning on the doorframe.
Jessie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Lay off, will ya?"
"Whatever," he said stepping away from the door. "Anyway, Luigi told me to tell you dinner's ready."
"Okay," she said, following him out of the room into the hallway. Thunder! Pop! Sizzle! Flicker... "Oof!" Jessie exclaimed as she walked into Martin.
"Gah!" he exclaimed when he was rear-ended. "Great, power's out."
"No crap, Sherlock," Jessie said. She felt for the wall and followed it to the kitchen, stubbing her toe once on the doorjamb.
"That didn't sound too good," Mario said. From the shuffling noises coming from the living end of the room, he was looking through the trunk for the flashlights and candles.
"It don't exactly feel good either," Jessie said, hopping on one foot for a moment. She stumbled into the kitchen and fell into her chair at the table, next to Luigi. Martin sat down next to her in his as they heard Mario find a flashlight at the other end of the room. He brought it over to them before going back to find some additional sources of light.
"Okay, this is enough light for me," Martin said, standing from his chair and walking over to the cabinet to get a plate. Jessie looked over at Luigi as though asking if it was okay, but then shrugged her shoulders as she stood too. She walked over to the counter and Martin handed her and Luigi a plate, which they all then filled with chicken fettuccini (a perfect combination of mine and Martin's favorite food and Mario and Luigi's favorite food! ).
"Haha!" they heard Mario laugh triumphantly. All looked over to see Mario victoriously waving several candles over his head. He took an armload and carried them back over to the table, then lit them with his fireballs. Then they all sat down and ate their dinner. Afterwards they sat in the living room, talking like families do.
"What's the deal with our parents?" Jessie asked suddenly. Just out of the blue: what's the deal with our parents. They had hadn't even been on a topic anywhere near that, and she asks "what's the deal with our parents?" Mario and Luigi just kind of looked at each other warily, everyone suddenly rubbing their ears as they popped.
"Not an entirely bad question," Martin added. He and Jessie crossed their arms over their chests, a sign usually indicating that they weren't going to back down. Almost inconspicuously, there was a pitter-pattering sound louder than the downpour itself.
"Well... er..." Mario said. Luigi opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, looking very much like a cheep cheep out of water. However, it would seem they were to be spared this unpleasant situation... and stuck with one that was even more so. They could hear a sound similar to a train as the window nearby broke in on them. Looking outside, they saw a funnel cloud similar to the one that had tossed them each into the four corners of the kingdom back during the adventure in which the found Nicole, and it was right in their backyard!
"It's a tweester! It's a tweester!" Luigi screamed. He jumped out of his seat and ran out of the room into the hallway, the one room with the fewest windows (tornado safety, folks ). Martin and Jessie leapt over the back of the couch and sprinted to the hallway, Mario on their heels. The family of four crouched down outside Martin's bedroom door at the end of the hallway farthest from the door.
"We've got nothing to cover ourselves!" Martin pointed out. Mario was about to leap up and run into a bedroom, when Jessie pulled him down, the doors to each bedroom opening and all manner of bedclothes flying out and piling on top of them (more tornado safety ). "That works," he said through a mouthful of pillow. They could hear the tweester swirling around and above them, their house creaking, the hale beating upon the ground, and thunder high in the clouds.
Then, almost as suddenly as the whole thing started, it stopped. Their ears unpopped, the freight train sound of the tweester dissipated, and the hale discontinued its barrage against the house. Even the rain had tapered off to a light drizzle. "I guess it's safe to get out now," Mario said, trying to shove pillows off of him. Finally he got his face free. "Looks like the pipe house survived," he said, smiling as everyone else got free as well. They all stood up and blinked the rain out of their eyes.
Wait... rain?
Each of the four Marios looked up in turn and grimaced at what they saw: the sky, meaning their roof was somewhere besides overtop of their house. "Oh, god..." Jessie moaned, shaking her head and holding it in her hand.
"Should we assess the damage?" Mario asked, starting toward the living room. His younger siblings followed, and they all groaned at what they saw. Furniture was strewn about, though luckily mostly in tact. However, the back wall, where the French doors led to the backyard, was completely gone, apparently receiving the best of the tweester. Behind them, the kitchen was mostly still in tact.
"Heh," Jessie said, opening the fridge and taking out a carton. "Orange juice still alive." She took an unbroken glass from the cabinet, miraculously still overhead, and poured. Before she could drink it, however, Martin swiped it, grinning at her before he started drinking it. "Hey!" she glared at him, but then shrugged her shoulders as she started chugging from the carton.
"Oh, mama-mia..." they heard Mario say from the kitchen window.
"What's up?" Martin asked, he and Jessie and Luigi making their way toward the window.
"That," Mario answered bluntly, pointing outside. They all groaned as they saw the roof of their house across the street. Luigi's eyes lit up suddenly and he took off toward his bedroom.
"Gah! All my stuff is wet!" Mario, Jessie, and Martin heard him cry, and then they all ran panicked to their rooms.
"Oh, man!" Mario exclaimed, most of his stuff all wet as well.
"Mwahaha!" Jessie chuckled. "My essays survived!" Then apparently she saw- or rather didn't see her back wall. "NOOOO!"
"NOOOO!" they heard Martin wail as well. "That's not fair!" Mario rushed to Martin's room and Luigi to Jessie's.
"Oooh..." From either room, they could see clear through to the backyard. Martin and Jessie's rooms, being on the backside of the house, had also taken a brunt of the hit, both of their walls completely gone. Martin's, also being right next to the bathrooms, could see the broken latrines as well. They returned to the kitchen, the one part of the house that seemed somewhat unaffected.
"What are we going to do now?" Martin asked. "Quite clearly, me and Jessie don't have rooms."
"Not to mention, with the roof missing, the rest of the house isn't exactly habitable-," Luigi added, but was cut off. An express Lakitu had flown down through the nonexistent roof and handed a message to Mario.
"What's it say?" Jessie asked. Mario chuckled, slightly, and shook his head apparently rather peeved.
"'Citizens, be prepared. A tornado watch is in affect from 8:00 until 8:50 this evening,'" he read the paper in his hand. He chuckled again as he crumpled it in his fist.
"Eight o' clock?" Martin repeated looking down at his watch. "It's only 7:30."
Mario shook his head and snickered, "I know." He smiled a large sarcastic grin and suddenly made a grab for the Lakitu.
"Augh!" the others shouted grabbing him before he could toss a fireball at the creature.
"Hey! Haven't you ever heard of don't kill the messenger!" it shouted at him as it flew away on its gold-colored cloud.
"So what do we do now?" Luigi asked.
"Now we hunt down the meteorologist and get our revenge on him," Jessie said.
"You only have yourself to blame for this one," Martin grinned at her. "This'll teach you not to anger the weather dude."
"Will you quit with the weather dude joke!" Jessie rounded on him.
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"Don't worry about angering the weather dude," said someone small from the brush in their backyard. Baby Bowser was watching the Marios look at their totaled pipe house. He turned away and snickered. "You should be more worried about the dude that kidnapped the weather dude." He jumped into a puddle, splashing muddy water into the hooded face of his captive. "Ain't that right, weather dude?"
The hooded person would not answer. They were tied up and lying, face in the dirt. Baby Bowser waved a previously unmentioned wand in the face of the weather dude. "You want me to hit you with a lightning bolt or something?" The weather dude remained silent. Baby Bowser rolled his eyes, "Bah! Screw you! I got more work to do." He waved the wand again, but with more purpose, and a white cloud swooped down from sky above. Baby Bowser tossed the weather dude over his shoulder and hopped on the cloud. "Fly!" he told the cloud, and they flew off with a fwoosh.
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"You'll just have to stay at the castle then."
Word had reached the castle in relatively short time, due to the express Lakitu Mario had tried to attack, that the pipe house had been totaled. "We've got plenty of guest rooms. You can stay here until we repair your house," Peach insisted the next day in the kitchen of the pipe house.
"Peach, we don't want to be a burden," Mario said.
"You won't be a burden," Peach reasoned with him. "I won't take no for an answer. You will stay in the castle until your house is livable again. I command you as a princess."
Mario smiled. "This is why I love this woman," he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her.
Daisy watched this enviously for a moment. She turned to Luigi, "Well, if that's all it takes, I also order you to stay at the castle until you can move back into your house."
Luigi rolled his eyes, "I get the hint." He also pulled his girl close and planted a kiss on her lips. The four kids all watched them in sheer weirdedoutness (Another neologism. No stealing! Borrowing permitted with permission...). Nicole and Martin seemed to be the uneasiest about it though. Jessie and Ian just didn't seem to get it, but the other two...
Nicole looked over at Martin. "I too decree that you guys shall stay here..." she thought, then shook her head, throwing the thought to the wind. Martin was thinking similar things, but also did not wish to express them. Jessie and Ian seemed to notice their friends' awkwardness and exchanged glances.
"So, I guess we better pack a few things," Jessie said, grabbing everyone's attention.
"Good idea," Luigi agreed, taking Daisy by the arm. "Come help me," he told, rather than asked her playfully. She giggled and followed him to his room. Mario and Peach then went to Mario's room to pack his stuff.
"Why don't you help Martin, Nicole?" Ian suggested.
"I guess that means you'll have to help me then," Jessie said to Ian, taking him to her room and leaving Nicole and Martin to stand in awkward silence until she finally did go help him pack.
In Jessie's room, Jessie grabbed a duffle and started tossing stuff in it. "Can you grab me a handful of socks?" she asked Ian, pointing him toward a basket full of unmatched socks. He nodded confusedly as he obeyed, grabbing a handful of socks, not bothering to match them as he knew Jessie would simply mismatch them again anyway.
"You actually did want me to help you pack?" he asked.
"No," Jessie said, zipping the duffle and then sitting on her desk chair. "But I figured I'd get that out of the way before starting to concoct a plan to get Nicole and Martin actually together."
"Ah," Ian said, understanding. "So, how do we do it? Should we do the same thing Peach and Mario did to Luigi and Daisy?"
"I don't think that would work," Jessie answered, shaking her head. "For one thing, they'd see it coming, and for another, Martin's not a plumber like Luigi and Mario."
"Life threatening situation?" Ian suggested.
"Been there, done that. Remember Halloween?" Jessie replied, referring of course to the explosion in Martin's old house in which Nicole had been trapped in a burning building. "We did all we could there." She and Ian had forced Martin to resuscitate Nicole, who had passed out from smoke inhalation.
Ian's eyes lit up. "I've got an idea..." he said mischievously. Jessie raised her eyebrow. "I think the four of us should go out next weekend for a movie and stuff... and by the four of us, I do mean the two of them while we tag along and keep watch." Jessie smirked, but then frowned. "What's the matter with it?"
"Eh, I just wish I'd been the one to think of it," Jessie answered shrugging.
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So, did you like? I swear it's not going to be all romance! There will be more action, but this is conducive to the storyline. But aren't I just so evil and cruel? If anyone wants to see an extended example of my cruelness to my characters, leave your e-mail and I will send you a draft of my aforementioned Zelda story.
Anyway, until the next chapter! ...Which could very well be tomorrow, so see you tomorrow maybe!