AN – Once again I own nothing, please support the official release. Here's "Webisode" one, thus why it's shorter and I'm ok with it. Please read and review.
"Thanks for helping me Steve, ten years out of the game but everything has been great. There's still a few of the newer artifacts that aren't used to me yet like the one you're helping me with," Jennifer said with one of those mysterious smiles. Honestly it made her one of the few people that Steve couldn't read, only because she laced her honesty with her half lies. This time he was only sixty percent sure that she was lying so she wouldn't have to carry Antonio Stradivaris' Ironwood Violin since it was made of one of the heaviest wood around. Sighing he stepped on a pen which caused him to slip as the pen shot across the floor down the aisle. Stumbling he hit a chess board which caused the pawn to fall.
"Steve watch out," she called out since as soon as the pawn fell it burst into hundreds of clones which clattered onto the floor.
"What's going on?" Steve asked setting the violin onto the floor and rushing over.
"It's Francis-Andre Danican Philidor's chess pawn, according to the reader he believed that chess could be won without losing a single pawn, the original master of chess, his main pawn has a black dot on the top of it," she explained as Steve noticed that the clones weren't identical in that sense. Spotting it Jennifer reached for it but before she could pick it up but stopped six inches away. Frowning she tried to push harder without getting anywhere. Brushing aside the clones Steve picked up the second reader.
"Uh, Jennifer that is Sam Loyd's Black Queen which creates a protective shield around the person, allowing things to go out but not in. I must have activated it when I hit the table," he lamented, "What should we do?" He was panicking however Jennifer looked calm as she started to run away from him. "Wait where are you going?"
"What would bring a pawn back to life?" she called behind her as she rounded the corner. Pondering her mini riddle he looked back at the mess of pawns that were now rolling around on the floor, the hundreds now reaching thousands. Before he could go after her she was back with a little black pouch. "During the war time to take the soldier's minds off the pain and suffering one man invented the game chaturanga. That man was Narmudi Cheral, he would rather play and have fun. The general said that once the game was over the fighting would continue," she explained opening the pouch and setting a portly king on the board. Once it was in place several things happened, all of the pawns shot together and became one again. The pawn as well as the queen went back into their starting place next to the portly king. "All Cheral wanted was fun, peace and happiness," Jennifer said with a sigh smiling at the happiness she was feeling from the pieces now. "Don't forget the instrument," she said to Steve as she continued to where the object would be most comfortable.
Sighing Steve hoisted the violin up and struggled carrying it after her into a large area that was set up like a giant orchestra with empty chairs, a few had some instruments in them but most were empty.
"One day I hope to have an entire collection of instruments here," Jennifer said pointing to where he could put it which he did. As he passed a cello he was startled as it started to play itself. "Don't mind that one, its Ibn Khordadbeh's cello, it just plays itself. We also have a few woodwinds, brass and percussion."
"Break time?" Steve asked hopefully as Jennifer giggled.
"Reminds me of Jake when we bagged the Kaysing feather, belonged to the guy who thought the lunar landing was faked. It had the ability to change gravity or something making it shift between light as a feather and heavy as a block of lead. One last artifact then we can get something to drink," she said tossing something to him which he caught and looked at with a grin.
"Waverly Brown's Police Badge," he said as she nodded recalling the tale Jake told her about finding that one.
"Yeah we're just going to put it in the American Military and Government section," she said and started off with Steve following her. Happy to be carrying something that was so light he ran his finger over badge remembering the ability it had but not noticing that Jennifer had stopped until she bumped into her. Looking up he started to ask but she hushed him as a pen that he had stepped on rolling down the aisle in front of them. Turning the corner they followed it as it came to a stop after hitting a stick that was sitting there for a moment before it fell. As it fell it caught a rope hanging down which knocked some sticks off the shelf. They clattered on the ground next to some over turned Chinese fireworks.
"What's." Steve started but didn't get to finish as the sticks caught on fire as the pen rolled back into the path of the firework which caught and shot down the row. Pulling Jennifer back as it flew by sending the pen spinning and coming to a stop as the firework turned and smashed into the row of shelves causing a book to tumble off and land on the tip of the pen sending it sailing off. Rushing to follow where it had flown Jennifer left a confused Steve behind. Snapping out of it he first moved the sticks so it couldn't relight another firework that somehow appeared again before heading out after her. Looking up he saw her standing in front of a display with several pens set up in a way that made peace among the items, at the same time he could see the pen sitting in an inkwell.
"What is going on?" Steve asked starting forward but pausing when he saw Jennifer glare at him. Stepping back he watched as the pen tipped the inkwell over and it hit splattering the ink everywhere on the ground and right before his eyes he saw the ink moving as if it was alive.
"Toss me one of your bags," she ordered which he did; she missed but snatched it up before the ink could take hold of it. "Did Claudia teach you about ER sprayers?" he nodded, "Turn it on this entire row."
"What about you?" he asked as she picked up the pen but instead of being able to just pick it up the ink pulled it from her, not wanting to let go of it. As she tried to pull away there was a clatter as a row of shower heads rolled overhead. Closing her eyes she held her breath as there was an alarm as gallons of purple goo splashed down onto her. Spitting it out she quickly bagged the pen wiping her eyes as the ink retracted back into the well and returned sitting up as Steve came over. Smiling at her she handed him the bag.
"I'm going to take a shower, please put that away for me, I'll explain later," she said and having taken a goo bath of his own he knew how much a shower or two would be needed.
A few hours later Steve found Jennifer sitting at the kitchen table while Jake and Claudia laughed about something.
"What's so funny?" Steve asked taking a seat.
"Jenn was just telling us about your adventure, who knew so many issues could come from a single pen."
"About that," Steve started as Jennifer just shook her head.
"Rube Goldberg's drafting pen, wants to cause trouble but makes simple tasks and turns them complex." Jake explained, "And that last one was Randy Schueller's ink."
"The venom ink?" Artie asked entering the kitchen, "Is it okay?"
"Yeah the Goldberg pen was trying to cause mayhem in the warehouse again," Jake explained.
"Jennifer had to take a goo shower," Claudia added and Artie looked at them.
"Did you clean it up?" he asked sternly and Jennifer gave him a look, "You are clean now."
"Come on Jenn, let's go clean up," Jake said as she rose and went with him.
"I wanna come," Claudia said following to which Steve shrugged and followed as well.
AN –I think I will point out the ones used and not the ones just mentioned.
Antonio Stradivaris' Ironwood Violin - Causes weightlessness when played
Francois-Andre Danican Philidor's Chess Pawn - Duplicates when 'defeated'
Sam Loyd's Black Queen - Creates a personal shield
Narmudi Cheral's Chaturanga King - Resets a game instantly
Bill Kaysing's Feather - Alters gravity
Ibn Kordadbeh's Cello - Plays itself
Rube Goldberg's Drafting Pen - Creates chaos using complex methods
Randy Schueller's ink - Attempts to take over everything