She's baa-aaack!! (cackles maniacally) Here it is, the sequel to MarySue Mockfest 2003! If you haven't read that already, you should probably do so or else you'll just be confused. If you have, sit back and enjoy! And remember the worst is ALWAYS yet to come! MUAHAHAHAA!
Disclaimer: I own Celestina Windbreaker, and my roomy owns herself. I also own Ed if it comes to that which I'm not sure it will.
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Randi awoke with a start. "Fork," she hissed under her breath. She'd had that dream again, which made this the sixteenth night in a row.
"Not again," Her roommate, Carrie, sat up in bed. "Are you ever going to stop having that dream?"
"Nightmare, more like," Randi corrected. "And God, I hope so! Just when I thought I was RID of that stupid elf, too!" She punched her pillow, which made a fwupping noise at her.
"Well, your experience was pretty traumatic," Carrie said with a shrug. She yawned and snuggled back under her covers.
"Yeah," Randi said uncertainly. She desperately wanted to believe her roomy, but at the same time... well, she had her doubts... and fears. Was it possible that Celestina was messing with her even though she was safe in her own world and the goddess was grounded? Randi found the mere thought so upsetting that she quickly shoved it out of her mind. She didn't want to barf all over her bedsheets.
Randi glanced over at Carrie, who was now obviously asleep. Laying her head back down on her fist-dented pillow, Randi shut her eyes and sighed. She would give anything to just have a NORMAL dream, without it being invaded by that stupid ... stupid ...
Randi was skipping through a meadow of wildflowers. This, she thought, was more like it. Butterflies filled the air, which was so heavily perfumed that it reminded Randi of laundry detergent. Oh, well. It was still quite nice.
"DREAM A BUT IS LIFE!" Randi bellowed as she skipped. "MERRILY, MERRILY, MERRILY, MERRILY STREEEEEEAMMMM!!" She spun around in a circle gleefully, the butterflies swirling around her. "THE DOWN GENTLY BOAT YOUR ROW, ROW, ROW!"
The butterflies continued swirling. They were so pretty... so many different colors ... it made Randi want to S-I-N-G sing!
"Red and yellow and pink and greeeeeeen, purple and orange and bluuuuuuue! I can sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow toooooooo!!"
"That was lovely."
Randi spun around. "You!" She cried out in horror and dismay.
"Yes, me!" Celestina Windbreaker folded her arms and glared at the young woman before her. "And I have had it up to HERE," she held a hand well over her head, "with your insolence!"
"You can't do anything to me," Randi said with much more confidence than she actually felt. "You're grounded! It's over!"
"It most certainly is NOT over," Celestina snapped, "and it won't be until I say it is! And as for being able to do anything to you, I've been screwing with you for weeks now!" Celestina sneered. "I know what your dreams have been like recently, dearie. You and that no-account boyfriend of yours having a grand old time, if you know what I mean " the goddess leered, "and suddenly that worthless mortal turns into someone more deserving of your affections." The goddess smirked, and Randi felt her stomach turn over and her face turn red.
"You," Randi whispered in horror. "You've been doing that to me!" She paused, then added, "You BITCH!"
"Watch your mouth," Celestina said acidly. "Honestly, such language is hardly proper!"
"Neither is messing with people's minds, but that hasn't stopped you!" Randi pointed out, feeling more and more angry with each passing second. "Now get the fork out of my head and STAY out!"
Celestina raised an eyebrow and smoothed her dress, a jarring blue, tan, and orange concoction that looked like it couldn't decide whether it was a tutu or a nightgown. "You really ought to be more polite, you know. Here I am, being decent and hospitable, and all that issues forth from your mouth is insults!"
"Hospitable?!" Randi spluttered, not believing her own ears. "DECENT?!"
"Well, naturally," Celestina gestured towards the scenery. "I had to let you into my room to be able to talk to you, and you haven't even complimented it lavishly like a good guest should!"
"I am not a guest," Randi said coldly. "I'm a prisoner! And it's just a wee bit over-the-top, wouldn't you say?" Randi paused. "Don't answer that."
"I wasn't planning on dignifying that with a response, anyway," Celestina sniffed. "We're wasting time. I didn't bring you here to argue with you about my living arrangements, I brought you here to tell you how things are!"
"And how are things?" Randi asked, folding her arms and glowering and the goddess of Mary-Sues.
"Guess," Celestina said with a smirk.
Randi took a deep breath, and then let out the longest string of insults and curses she had ever spoken before. Celestina frowned, which deepened into a scowl as Randi continued. By the time the sophomore had paused to take a breath, the goddess was looking positively ferocious.
"I don't need to listen to this!" Celestina barked, cutting Randi off. "And I don't have to explain myself, either! You'll find out all you need to know when you wake up!"
Celestina stalked off, the field dissolved into nothingness, and Randi awoke with another unpleasant start.
"Ugh," the half-awake Randi muttered, blinking in the pre-dawn light.
"Randi," Carrie said in an uncharacteristically small voice that effectively finished waking Randi up. The girl groaned at what she saw.
Carrie was holding perfectly still, one hand extended towards Randi's night table. She had clearly been reaching for her copy of Watership Down. But she had stopped reaching, and was looking wide-eyed towards the middle of the room where Legolas, elven Prince of Mirkwood, was pointing an arrow at her, his eyes cold and hard.
"A little help, here?" Carrie asked, her attention focused on the golden-fletched arrow aimed right between her eyes.
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MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! So it begins! :-D
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