(*Everyone is seated in different spots around the room, looking a little
nervous as Elizabeth grins in her slightly psychotic way*)
Elizabeth: Okay...during short time ya'll have been here, I've planned us a little trip!
Everyone: *Blink confusedly/dazedly/stupidly/irritatedly*
Elizabeth: *Pretends not to notice* Anyway...*Glances warily at Raoul who is humming "The Song that Never Ends"* We are going to go to New York City!! ^_^
Everyone: *Looks at her confusedly*
Elizabeth: -_-; Oh, right... I keep forgetting that you're all from 1880- something...okay, well, New York City is a really large city with taxicabs, cars, and lots of people! And we're going to fly there...using an airplane!
Erik: Ah, mademoiselle, what is this...airplane...you speak of?
Elizabeth: Oh, it's a big- well, it's sort of like a large, metal bird that people can fit into and it flies basically anywhere.
Erik: *Taking all of this in carefully*...and the...car...?
Elizabeth: It's a metal carriage, powered by a motor.
Erik: Ah, I see.
Christine: So...when do we leave on this...trip?
Elizabeth: Oh, in about ten minutes, we'll be going to the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport. It's about a 30-minute drive away from here.
Meg: Oh...*Blinks, attempting to comprehend all of what is being said*
(*Ten minutes later... all are outside in the front yard, putting bags into Elizabeth's father's car*)
Elizabeth: *Climbing in the driver's seat* C'mon people! Let's get a move- on!
Nadir: *Climbing into the back passenger seat* Are you positive this contraption is safe?
Elizabeth: Oh, yes. Quite safe. Just remember to buckle your seat belt! *Snaps hers into place as Meg and Christine pile in the very back*
Erik: *Gets into the passenger's seat* Mademoiselle Elizabeth, do you know how to properly handle this...*Remembering the word she told him earlier* vehicle...?
Elizabeth: Aw, sure! *Mumbled*...granted the only thing I've ever driven is a golf cart, and even then I crashed it into a tree...once... *Louder* It's easy!
Erik: -_-...*Looks at her like, "Sure you do..."*
Elizabeth: *Looks in the back* Hm...everyone here, l- hey! Where's the fop??
Meg: Who?
Elizabeth: Raoul....
Meg: Oh! ^_^
(*Raoul comes out behind a tree, bound, gagged and with duct tape over his mouth*)
Erik: *Smirks to himself*
Elizabeth: *Sees this* Ah, well...just put him on the roof.
(*Ten minutes into the car-trip to the airport; Raoul is now on top of the car, tied down so he won't get away or fall off; Erik has since taken control of driving after Elizabeth nearly killed them all while driving down a street, swerving to avoid hitting a squirrel and ramming the car into a tree; Nadir is staring out of his window, contemplating why he was brought here, and reading a strange (to him) book entitled, "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" (which he found lying near the front door of Elizabeth's house), and Christine and Meg are asleep; Christine drooling on Meg's shoulder*)
Elizabeth: *Whining* But I wanted to drive!
Erik: No! Not after you practically killed us running into that tree!
Elizabeth: I didn't want to kill the squirrel!
Erik: Better the squirrel than us...
Elizabeth: *Turns the radio to a classical music station*
Meg: *Waking up* *Yawn* Perhaps we should let Raoul in...
Erik: What? Let that insolent fop into my- *Noting death glare from Elizabeth* I mean her car?
Elizabeth: *Rolls eyes after checking her watch* At this rate, we'll never make it in time! *Sighs* Alright...stop the car, let the fop in...
Erik: *Slams on the break, turning to face her, yellow eyes beginning to twitch* What?!
Elizabeth: It'll speed us up. Believe me.
Erik: *Sighs, grumbling as he gets out of the car and unties Raoul from the top of the car and throws him into the very back seat, hopping back into the car and starting back in the direction that Elizabeth had told him*
(*The radio suddenly switches to Brittany Spears songs. "Hit Me Baby, One More Time" is currently blasting through the speakers*)
Elizabeth: Oh, dear lord...*Hits her head against her hand*
(*Twenty-five minutes later the group finally reaches the Airport, parks, gets their bags checked, and goes inside to wait for their departure time*)
Meg: *sitting down in a "Friday's", drinking a chocolate milkshake* Oh the horror...
Nadir: *Drinking Sprite; twitches* Gah...Twenty-five minutes of listening to Brittany Spears...
Elizabeth: My ears...my ears are ringing! Horrible noise... *Chug-a-lug's her glass of milk*
Erik: *Sipping iced tea* And, what made it worse? Raoul dancing to "Oops! I did it Again!" I never thought I would see anything scarier...but now I have...*His eyes twitch*
Christine: *Eating a French fry* Hm...why do they call these thinly sliced strips of potato, 'French fries'? I've never seen them around back in Paris...
Elizabeth: I dunno... some American thought up the name.
Christine: Oh...
Raoul: *Has just drunk four cups of caffeinated coffee he got at "Starbucks"* *Rather loudly* Hehehe! That was fun! Car trips are fun! Wheeeeee!!
Elizabeth: Shut up!
Raoul: Why?
Elizabeth: Because I said so...
Raoul: Why?
Elizabeth: Because you're annoying...
Raoul: Why?
Elizabeth: *Twitching* Because, if you don't I'll get Erik to Punjab you...
Raoul: Oh, not that! ...Last time, I nearly got Punjabbed for taking a bubble bath in his lake, and using his cloak to dry off! ...Never occurred to me to take his cloak off of him before drying, though...
Elizabeth: *Scoots away from him*
Raoul: *Giggles like a six-year old girl*
Waiter: *Walking over to them* Will there be anything else?
Everyone: *Shake their heads and chorus 'No.' 'No thank you.' 'Not today'*
Waiter: *As they stand up to leave* Okay. Have a pleasant day! *looks as Erik passes him* Hey, what's with the mask?
Erik: *Pauses mid-step and whirls around on his heel to face him* What?
Waiter: Why the mask? It looks retarded. *Taps it* Feels like plastic, too.
Erik: *Seethes* No. One. Touches. My. Mask.
Raoul: Uh-oh! Erik's maaaaddd...
Elizabeth: *Rolls eyes, sarcastically* Oh, really? Nice.
Raoul: Yes, he's really angry!
Elizabeth: No shit, Sherlock...Surely you would've guessed that...
Raoul: Shirley? I'm not Shirley! I'm Raoul!
Meg: *Stepping on Raoul's foot* Come on!
Raoul: Owwwieee!! My little footie!! It's hurteded!
Elizabeth: *Dragging him out of the restaurant* Oh, get over it, ya baby!
Erik: *Glaring at the waiter; through gritted teeth* You. Will. Now. DIE!!
Waiter: *Gulps*
(*Erik then proceeds to beat the Waiter senseless for five minutes*)
(*After the fight; as they are walking towards the boarding area*)
Christine: Wow...
Meg: I've never seen a man run around with a table leg replacing his real one!
Elizabeth: I've never seen anyone get so bloodied up before...He could hardly breathe! *Face darkens; smirks; her voice deepens and changes to that of an otherworldly tone*...I liked it...it was morbid...Hehehehehe... *Chuckles demonically*
Christine and Meg: *Blink and scoot away from her until she returns to normal* Creepy...
(*At the boarding gate*)
Voice over the intercom: Flight 6667432 soon departing. All passengers to Gate A-6 please.
Elizabeth: *Dragging her bags behind her* That's our flight! C'mon, people, hurry up!
Raoul: *Singing* Miss Suzie had a tugboat- the tugboat had a bell! Miss Suzie went to heaven, the tugboat went to-
Nadir: Shut. Up! For the love of God shut up!
Erik: I fear for what small amount of my sanity is left and that of others...
Elizabeth: Okay...during short time ya'll have been here, I've planned us a little trip!
Everyone: *Blink confusedly/dazedly/stupidly/irritatedly*
Elizabeth: *Pretends not to notice* Anyway...*Glances warily at Raoul who is humming "The Song that Never Ends"* We are going to go to New York City!! ^_^
Everyone: *Looks at her confusedly*
Elizabeth: -_-; Oh, right... I keep forgetting that you're all from 1880- something...okay, well, New York City is a really large city with taxicabs, cars, and lots of people! And we're going to fly there...using an airplane!
Erik: Ah, mademoiselle, what is this...airplane...you speak of?
Elizabeth: Oh, it's a big- well, it's sort of like a large, metal bird that people can fit into and it flies basically anywhere.
Erik: *Taking all of this in carefully*...and the...car...?
Elizabeth: It's a metal carriage, powered by a motor.
Erik: Ah, I see.
Christine: So...when do we leave on this...trip?
Elizabeth: Oh, in about ten minutes, we'll be going to the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport. It's about a 30-minute drive away from here.
Meg: Oh...*Blinks, attempting to comprehend all of what is being said*
(*Ten minutes later... all are outside in the front yard, putting bags into Elizabeth's father's car*)
Elizabeth: *Climbing in the driver's seat* C'mon people! Let's get a move- on!
Nadir: *Climbing into the back passenger seat* Are you positive this contraption is safe?
Elizabeth: Oh, yes. Quite safe. Just remember to buckle your seat belt! *Snaps hers into place as Meg and Christine pile in the very back*
Erik: *Gets into the passenger's seat* Mademoiselle Elizabeth, do you know how to properly handle this...*Remembering the word she told him earlier* vehicle...?
Elizabeth: Aw, sure! *Mumbled*...granted the only thing I've ever driven is a golf cart, and even then I crashed it into a tree...once... *Louder* It's easy!
Erik: -_-...*Looks at her like, "Sure you do..."*
Elizabeth: *Looks in the back* Hm...everyone here, l- hey! Where's the fop??
Meg: Who?
Elizabeth: Raoul....
Meg: Oh! ^_^
(*Raoul comes out behind a tree, bound, gagged and with duct tape over his mouth*)
Erik: *Smirks to himself*
Elizabeth: *Sees this* Ah, well...just put him on the roof.
(*Ten minutes into the car-trip to the airport; Raoul is now on top of the car, tied down so he won't get away or fall off; Erik has since taken control of driving after Elizabeth nearly killed them all while driving down a street, swerving to avoid hitting a squirrel and ramming the car into a tree; Nadir is staring out of his window, contemplating why he was brought here, and reading a strange (to him) book entitled, "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" (which he found lying near the front door of Elizabeth's house), and Christine and Meg are asleep; Christine drooling on Meg's shoulder*)
Elizabeth: *Whining* But I wanted to drive!
Erik: No! Not after you practically killed us running into that tree!
Elizabeth: I didn't want to kill the squirrel!
Erik: Better the squirrel than us...
Elizabeth: *Turns the radio to a classical music station*
Meg: *Waking up* *Yawn* Perhaps we should let Raoul in...
Erik: What? Let that insolent fop into my- *Noting death glare from Elizabeth* I mean her car?
Elizabeth: *Rolls eyes after checking her watch* At this rate, we'll never make it in time! *Sighs* Alright...stop the car, let the fop in...
Erik: *Slams on the break, turning to face her, yellow eyes beginning to twitch* What?!
Elizabeth: It'll speed us up. Believe me.
Erik: *Sighs, grumbling as he gets out of the car and unties Raoul from the top of the car and throws him into the very back seat, hopping back into the car and starting back in the direction that Elizabeth had told him*
(*The radio suddenly switches to Brittany Spears songs. "Hit Me Baby, One More Time" is currently blasting through the speakers*)
Elizabeth: Oh, dear lord...*Hits her head against her hand*
(*Twenty-five minutes later the group finally reaches the Airport, parks, gets their bags checked, and goes inside to wait for their departure time*)
Meg: *sitting down in a "Friday's", drinking a chocolate milkshake* Oh the horror...
Nadir: *Drinking Sprite; twitches* Gah...Twenty-five minutes of listening to Brittany Spears...
Elizabeth: My ears...my ears are ringing! Horrible noise... *Chug-a-lug's her glass of milk*
Erik: *Sipping iced tea* And, what made it worse? Raoul dancing to "Oops! I did it Again!" I never thought I would see anything scarier...but now I have...*His eyes twitch*
Christine: *Eating a French fry* Hm...why do they call these thinly sliced strips of potato, 'French fries'? I've never seen them around back in Paris...
Elizabeth: I dunno... some American thought up the name.
Christine: Oh...
Raoul: *Has just drunk four cups of caffeinated coffee he got at "Starbucks"* *Rather loudly* Hehehe! That was fun! Car trips are fun! Wheeeeee!!
Elizabeth: Shut up!
Raoul: Why?
Elizabeth: Because I said so...
Raoul: Why?
Elizabeth: Because you're annoying...
Raoul: Why?
Elizabeth: *Twitching* Because, if you don't I'll get Erik to Punjab you...
Raoul: Oh, not that! ...Last time, I nearly got Punjabbed for taking a bubble bath in his lake, and using his cloak to dry off! ...Never occurred to me to take his cloak off of him before drying, though...
Elizabeth: *Scoots away from him*
Raoul: *Giggles like a six-year old girl*
Waiter: *Walking over to them* Will there be anything else?
Everyone: *Shake their heads and chorus 'No.' 'No thank you.' 'Not today'*
Waiter: *As they stand up to leave* Okay. Have a pleasant day! *looks as Erik passes him* Hey, what's with the mask?
Erik: *Pauses mid-step and whirls around on his heel to face him* What?
Waiter: Why the mask? It looks retarded. *Taps it* Feels like plastic, too.
Erik: *Seethes* No. One. Touches. My. Mask.
Raoul: Uh-oh! Erik's maaaaddd...
Elizabeth: *Rolls eyes, sarcastically* Oh, really? Nice.
Raoul: Yes, he's really angry!
Elizabeth: No shit, Sherlock...Surely you would've guessed that...
Raoul: Shirley? I'm not Shirley! I'm Raoul!
Meg: *Stepping on Raoul's foot* Come on!
Raoul: Owwwieee!! My little footie!! It's hurteded!
Elizabeth: *Dragging him out of the restaurant* Oh, get over it, ya baby!
Erik: *Glaring at the waiter; through gritted teeth* You. Will. Now. DIE!!
Waiter: *Gulps*
(*Erik then proceeds to beat the Waiter senseless for five minutes*)
(*After the fight; as they are walking towards the boarding area*)
Christine: Wow...
Meg: I've never seen a man run around with a table leg replacing his real one!
Elizabeth: I've never seen anyone get so bloodied up before...He could hardly breathe! *Face darkens; smirks; her voice deepens and changes to that of an otherworldly tone*...I liked it...it was morbid...Hehehehehe... *Chuckles demonically*
Christine and Meg: *Blink and scoot away from her until she returns to normal* Creepy...
(*At the boarding gate*)
Voice over the intercom: Flight 6667432 soon departing. All passengers to Gate A-6 please.
Elizabeth: *Dragging her bags behind her* That's our flight! C'mon, people, hurry up!
Raoul: *Singing* Miss Suzie had a tugboat- the tugboat had a bell! Miss Suzie went to heaven, the tugboat went to-
Nadir: Shut. Up! For the love of God shut up!
Erik: I fear for what small amount of my sanity is left and that of others...