Sophie/singing/ Why she had to go, I don't know, she wouldn't say
I said something wrong,
Now I long for Yesterday...
Artemis /unhappy/ I really don't like the Beatles. AND they're not yours, (hint, hint) so get on with the disclaimer!
Sophie /singing/ Lady Madonna,
Children at your feet,
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet…
Holly /comes in in a good mood/ Hey, I like that song!
Both /singing/ Who finds the money
When you pay the rent?
Did you think that money was
Heaven sent?
Friday night arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creeping like a nun
Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace,
See how they run…Di /bored/ The Beatles and their songs aren't ours; the AF crew aren't ours, they are—
Arty /indignant/ I'll have you know I belong to myself, thank you!
Sophie /using Voice, the words hit Artemis like a slap across the face/ Give me a break. Eoin Colfer is your author, kid, and DON'T GET ME SUED.
Mill /comes in/ Isn't that a misuse of Voice?
Sophie /shrugs/ It felt really good.
Di /continues, bored/ —Mr. Eoin Colfer's, or at least he writes about them. Voice and the Dune Chronicles and any of their attributes we may feel like using were created by the late Frank Herbert, and I don't know who has the copyrights now, and don't make me say this again, I hate disclaimers, but Sophie has a book in the works so I won't have to do them much longer—
Sophie /really mad/ BAD CAT! DON'T TELL ANYONE ELSE ABOUT THAT! GO AWAY!
Di /is yanked out by some inexplicable force/
Arty /confused/ What did you do?
Sophie /matter-of-factly/ Used Voice. Modified Voice.
Arty /more confused/ What?
Sophie/disgusted/Do you READ? HERE! /throws Dune, Dune Messiah, Children of Dune, Heretics of Dune and Chapterhouse:Dune at Artemis' head. He ducks just in time but the books rain down on him. Paperbacks, thankfully./
Arty /picks one of the books up/ I've never read Frank Herbert… /sits down and starts to read/
Sophie Hey! I was reading Chapterhouse! Give it BACK!
Arty No.
Sophie But you are reading Dune! So lemme read Chapterhouse!
Foaly /comes prancing in/ Is it still Insult Arty Day? Only there are no consistent days in this, just chapters, and I don't know how long they take…
Sophie No…smirks at a happy-looking Artemis forebodingly/ It is Insult Arty FanFic! Yay! /looks delighted at Artemis' horrified look/Get insulting, contestants! /dances around randomly/Let's see who bothers Arty most!
Holly, Root and Juliet /come in from doorway/
Holly /pensive/ This should be interesting…
Root /evily/ I've wanted to mess with that MudBoy's mind for a long time…
Milldred /was in all along but speaks up/ This is gonna be good…
Foaly /poking Artemis/ Lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop lollipop…
Nostra /being random/EGGPLANT!
/an eggplant falls/
Sophie /plugs nose/ I habe ebblant. (She plugged her nose so hard she's not talking right. Translation: I HATE EGGPLANT!)
Arty /scandalized/ My suit!
Sophie /nose plugged/ Libe I tare? (Translation: LIKE I CARE?)
Mill Exactly.
Juliet /a bit weirded out now/ This is really a nuisance.
Nostra KAPOW/room cleans itself up, Arty's suit stops dripping/ Thank you humans, cats and fairies, thank you very much. You're here till Froomsday.
All guests (aka not cats or Sophie) /lean in towards Nostra/ When's that?
Sophie /disgusted because no one is paying attention to her/ When this ends.
Nostra /remembers/ Oh yeah, Sool!
Sophie /voice quiet and dangerous, a bit like Artemis when he's being in character which he isn't/ I stopped your spell last time. I'll do it again and I might add a bath-clause for you since you are being a nuisance.
Di /comes back in, confused/ Bath-clause?
Sophie /smirking/ He'd get hosed off. Soaked. And for anyone who's wondering, I got the idea for how this is written (in dialouge) from Cooking with Artemis and Holly by Ani May Queen. If you like this you'd like it.
Mill /yawning/I'm tired, let's continue this another time.
SIGNING OFF.
(makes sound like Skype signing off)
KAPOW!
Sophie's voice in darkness /bored/ There go my Ixian probes...
Milldred /yelling/ Foaly you have a magnesyum (chemical I invented) torch! I know you do! I saw you destroy our probes! You piece of dung! I'll have you know those cost more than this solar system in melange! (And a sandworm.)
Foaly /gulping/ Wasn't me!/curious/ Melange? Sandworms?
Artemis /frantic/ YOU HAVE IXIAN PROBES? /runs around screaming/
Sophie /mischevious/ A cliffie! Hate me if you want guys, but review!