"Brain no T.V.! I win!!!" crowed Skink as he slammed down his cards unto the table. Neal groaned and threw his cards down.
"Damn it! I would have had it next turn too!" he complained, annoyed "I had peace no war!"
I stared at my hand, confused. I didn't have a clue as to what had just happened, or an idea as to what the cards in my hand actually did. Wren glanced up, noticed my despairing confusion, and pushed herself off of our cabin steps and over to where I was sitting on a patch of grass, opposite of her.
"Hey Lynn – what's wrong, you still confused?" she asked me, settling down upon the grass and reaching for my hand when I nodded my head. "Hmm… well you had a couple of good cards in here, but a whole lot of crappy ones too." She said, beginning to organize my cards by colors.
"There are four different kinds of cards and each one has a different color stripe down the side. Pink for goals – that's what you have to fulfill in order to win the game. Green for keepers, those are the cards that you want on the table in front of you – they help you fulfill the goals. Yellow for new rules – basically they allow you to change the rules for everyone if you don't like the current mix of rules. And blue for actions. An action is printed on the card, and if you lay it you get to complete that action, and then go back and finish your turn. For instance, you had 'Steal a Keeper' in you hand. That's an action. It allows you to take a keeper – the green card – from in front of anyone and stick it in front of you.
Our friend over there just won by exchanging a goal called 'Brain no TV' with another one. He already had the keeper 'brain' in front of him, and none of us has the 'TV,' so he won. Understand it now?" she asked, handing me back my cards.
"I think so" I told her, still somewhat confused – but less so.
"Good. Now lets play another round." Wren replied, grinning as she got up and walked back over to her seat.
I handed my cards back to Moss, who was dealing, and was getting ready to brace myself for another hand when suddenly the others stopped what they were doing, looking up at something behind me. I turned, and grinned.
"Hey Stone! Do you want to join us?" Firefly asked, grinning widely.
"That depends. Is Skink winning again?" Stone responded with a grin of his own, although a slightly lopsided one.
"Yeah."
"In that case – yeah, why not? It'll be fun to make him lose." He said, still grinning as he settled down between myself and Firefly.
"You can try drummerboy. You can try." Skink said, leaning back on his hands and smirking.
"Hey! Will you two stop out-talking each other and let me deal?!?" Neal snapped, more amused then frustrated at their behavior. Skink rolled his eyes but shut up, Stone just grinned some more and sat back, waiting to get his cards.
Skink turned to me as Neal started dealing. "So Moth, how was your first sectional?" he asked, looking genuinely curious.
"Huh?" I asked startled. "Oh! Sorry. It was fine." I responded, a bit startled by his asking for some reason.
"I'm guessing you didn't get any push-ups then?"
"Push-ups? What do you mean?" I asked him. He looked over at Neal and grinned, which didn't make me feel any less nervous about his comment.
"Red must have been in a good mood then. He gives push-ups to those who screw around during sectionals normally." he explained. Remembering the eventful end of sectionals I wondered at the accuracy of his words before responding.
"Uh, yeah, he… seemed to be in a good mood." I murmured, not fully wanting to tell all of the occurrences of sectionals.
Fortunately, any other questions that he had, or any other comments that he might have made were cut short by Neal slamming the deck down upon the boards we were using as a table, making us all jump.
"Are we going to play or talk?" he demanded, acting angry.
"We're going to talk, thanks." quipped Skink, becoming the next recipient of Neal's so-called death glare; which he pointedly ignored as he picked up a card from the draw pile and looked at his hand for a minute before pulling out a different card, laying it down in front of him majestically. It was "Peace."
Moss rolled his eyes, reaching for the deck. "Showoff."
(Ten or Twelve minutes later…)
It was my turn again, so I drew three cards (Moss had laid the 'draw three' rule card during his last turn.) Gingerly I pulled a card out of my hand and changed the goal, placing the old one in the 'trash' pile.
"My game?" I asked, unsure as to whether I had actually won or not.
Stone leaned forward and looked at the card I had played. "All You Need Is Love." he read allowed, then looked at the solitary keeper lying in front of me. "She has 'Love' guys. It's her game." he said, sitting back and grinning at the expression on Skink's face.
"Uh uh. No way. I haven't lost in, well, umm…. I really don't remember!" Skink burst out, annoyed and flustered.
"Calm down Skink. She won, get over it. Although I had been hoping for the last two years to be the one to beat you, you don't see me complaining!" Stone told him calmly. Skink turned on him with the expression of an angry cat getting ready to pounce. Fortunately, Neal took this time to glance at his watch and yelped.
"Holy crap! I lost track of the time! You guys have to go now if you want to make it in time for the veg meal!"
Quickly he shoved the deck back into its box and tossed it to Skink as Moss and Stone stood and stretched, preparing to leave. Moss saw me still sitting and grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet.
"You'll want to eat with Marching Block after supper. Trust me." he said kindly, releasing my hand.
Stone clapped us both on the shoulders "Come on you two – let's go eat before Skink does something he'll eventually regret." he said, starting to lead us off in the general direction of the Mess Hall.
a/n: I'm really sorry it took me so long to update. Don't blame me, blame the fact that I was stupid enough to take four AP/Adv classes in my senior year. groans and hits herself upside the head.
oh, and I really do love Fluxx! It's the best game in the world! well, mabey not the world, but ya'll get my point...
To indivd. Reviewers:
BaritoneQueen: well that's a good thing. Anything's better then having to dry-clean a ton of probably wool uniforms. What are summer uniforms? Never heard of those before... I think they had better overhaul all the buses in your system, that's just not safe! Oh, and you're welcome to come and replace our tuba captain! (well, tuba/baritone/ 'bass clarinet/tenor sax'). With only 8 of us in the section, and four of us being seniors, our director decided to promote a junior who has absolutely no marching experience! (besides from parades – he didn't march last year). Grrrr… hope you liked this chappie too! -later!
Jinxed n cursed: woa! You guys have no luck w/ directors! Your own show?!? That's so cool! How'd it go? Thanks for reviewing!
The Dark Evil One: yeah… I'll try to compensate for that and work one in, I had one originally on the bus ride, but I scrapped her 'cause she didn't fit in with the 'flow' of the story if you will… . I'm almost afraid to ask, but Kiss the Moose? I have to know. Our band's doing a Queen show next year. pouts and I won't be there for it! Oh well, I'll just have to come back and haunt them… heh heh heh…
Lyra-the-Silvertongue: you probably do and don't realize it, that's how it normally goes. I updated! It took me forever, but I updated!
xXmRsMaLfOyxX: I tried it again, and it still didn't work, you're more then welcome to try emailing me. I don't remember what address I have in the account, but the one I use is . type something generally along the lines of; 'character list' in the subject line, otherwise we chance my anti-spam/anti-virus protections trashing your email 'cause they don't recognize the address. It's about to get even better, trust me. The biggest news is yet to come. And no, nobody's pregnant. (don't ask – I told one of my pre-readers that something big was coming, and that's what they asked me… yeah.).
aelwyn: that's a lot of people! Wow! Hmm… I forgot what I was gonna say… oh yeah! I would cross my fingers with you, but it would be kinda hard to type that way.
Anubuss/Elemental Phoenix/Cloud Strife 7.25: ullo! And Good Morning! Talk ta ya all later, but happy reading and happy trails! Cheerio Chaps! (or Chapeses as the case may be…)
To All: later everyone! thanks for reading and don't forget; never eat something off of the band room floor.
