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Post by Mippin on Dec 28, 2003 17:08:41 GMT -5
Mippin grabbed her own remote control and whacked it, and the lights flickered off completely, leaving the room pitch-black. 'Well, that's more like it.' Mip saw a few things glowing..like the damned faeries. She muttered and threw black paint towards them. Mip's trackie went off. beep...beep...beep beep beep beepbeepbeepbeep!!! it threatened her. 'Well, I wonder which one that is..' she listened, and took the beeping object out of her pocket. It led her straight to the subject, and then Mip silenced it. Mip held the trackie close, as it contacted the subject.
'Hello. Mind saying something? Anything you like would be fine.' Mip asked the subject. A reply could be heard. 'What would you like me to say?'
Mip nodded, and could tell who it was by their voice. She turned off the trackie, and put it in one of her many pockets. 'Well, now that that's been sorted out...we might as well go plan. Come along, dear Billy.' Mip said as she walked casually back to her station of DJ-like duties.
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Post by Mippin on Dec 27, 2003 13:05:25 GMT -5
When they were all set and ready, and Lostdaliel had accepted her award, Mip and Billy casually walked out onto the stage. They looked around, and grinned as they came up to the microphone. Mip fiddled around and fished out a remote control from her pocket. She slammed down her finger upon a button, and the lights dimmed down to a moderate shade. Grinning again, Mip put the remote in her pocket again. She wasn't wearing anything too special, or very different from what she was wearing before. Black baggy pants, with a black shirt that read 'S.A.M.' in very large letters, and the same blue and black pinstriped tie as usual. She wore a bunch of badges for the S.A.M. foundation on her sleeves and down the side of her pant leg as well. As an added touch, she wore a black spiffy hat. As for Billy, well, he looked normal.
As the clapping died down, Mip began to speak. 'It is that time, when we must make this descision, and decide on an absolute best thread. A thread that surpasses all others. A thread that would never die, were it not closed. A thread, that would live forever. It is that time when we take a moment to think about what thread could win such an award, and who the genius was who started it. But alas, with so many threads in the great void called Imladris, 'twould be a horror to think of just one thread, being the best. And so, after ages of browsing through threads, it has been decided that there shall be not one best thread, but two.'
The crowd seemed to go wide-eyed at the last words. Mip paused for drama, and then continued.
'Having said that, STOP ABUSING MERRY, YOU MORONS!!!' Mip winked, as the crowd gasped, and a few wild cheers came from various places around the crowd.
'Bill, the envelope?' Mip motioned for him to open the envelope. He handed her a little piece of paper.
Mip was about to read the winners of the award, when she turned to Billy again. 'Anything you'd like to throw in?' He leaned towards the mic, and spoke. 'Travis. Good. Buy now!' Loud cheering could be heard from Amarië's table, and Mip grinned. At last she read the paper.
'The Best Thread award, goes to the Fairly Knowledgable Eru for the Imladris Christmas Party Discussion Thread and On a lighter note...Avatars!!'
The crowd roared with applause and shouts of cheering.
'Elentari.' Mip said, motioning for her to come collect the awards for the best threads. At this the crowd broke out into a perfect unison chant.
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Post by Mippin on Dec 21, 2003 16:18:29 GMT -5
Mip gazed up at the stage, her eyes blinded by the bright lights, and christmas lights from Alatariel. She took out her TFP badges, and began handing them around. She wondered how much Dom was paying her for this, but nonetheless, it was for a good cause. As Lostdaliel went up to the stage to accept the award, Billy looked at the schedule. 'We're up next. Best thread.' he whispered to her. Mip got wide-eyed, and took out her list. Immediately, she stood, and prepared to go on stage.
She looked around, back stage, where all was fairly dark. 'Damn those lights.' she said, making sure she and Billy had shades of their own. She took out her speech, and read it intently. Billy took the piece of paper out of her hands, and motioned for Mip to continue. She nearly snarled, but she decided to smile, and continue. It seemed she had memorized it. She took back the paper, and looked at it once more, then she mentally added a few more words.
Peering out, at the stage, Mip and Billy watched as Lostdaliel prepared to give her speech. She smiled, and was pleased to know that the dots were now protected due to Lostdaliel's courage to stand up for them. And if that wasn't weird, a lot of things aren't. But weird is a good thing, after all.
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Post by Mippin on Dec 18, 2003 22:14:33 GMT -5
Mip easted he head on the table. She had a hoible headache. Pobably fom folding napkins, and the high pitch of Dom's yelp. It seemed eveyone had a faily high voice when in immediate pain o panic. Mip began humming the tune Pip sung to Denetho. Billy blinked and looked he way. She shugged, and kept humming. When will this be ove? Mippin wondeed to heself. She was getting teibly boed.
When would the plan commence? she thought. Wondeing if Ala had just instucted Dom to shoot he again. She chuckled, emembeing the time he did befoe, and quickly got id of the idea.
Mip fiddled aound with a piece of loose electical tape. She finally stuck it on Billy. 'What was that fo?' he asked he. She snickeed. 'It's not masking tape, won't hut.' she said, waiting a moment. Soon Dom eached acoss the table and ipped the tape off. Billy blinked, a bit puzzled. and Dom sat with the tape, also a bit puzzled, at what had just happened. Mip wheezed, and laid he head back down.
She began fiddling around with a wie...it wasn't one of he own wies...she followed it down to the floo, and with he eyes, she watched the wie, and saw that it went unde Dom's foot, and past Ala, up the table, but then dissapead. Of couse, it's pat of the plan.
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Post by Mippin on Dec 18, 2003 20:59:17 GMT -5
Mippin looked at who she was now newly tied to. It looked like Billy. He athe shudded to see Mip, scaed fo his psuedo-life at the paty. Mip chuckled nevously. 'Dude, I'm soy. I won't hut you, so long as you don't ty and take ove my job.' She smiled, and he nodded. Mip chuckled again fo some eason that seemingly no one undestood, save Fii. Mip looked out to see that Ala was now tied to Dom, and Lëo to Elijah. Eveyone seemed a bit supised. It was a vey andom happening, they thought.
'Well, back to the food.' Billy said, leading Mip back to the table. They all had a bit of touble tying to get back to thei seats, but at last Mip, Lëo and Ala, ended up in the seats they had oiginally. Eveything was silent, save the soft noise of Lëo unconciously gnawing at he wist again. They all looked at one anothe and blinked. 'What now?' pondeed Mip aloud. Ala handed Mip a note, witten in code. She ead it, with a wee bit of difficulty. It wasn't the same code they both knew, but Mip managed to deciphe it succesfully. She at last nodded, and signaled a few things to Billy. He nodded also, and Mip gave back the piece of pape. Using telepathic powes of Doom, Mip pyed Lëo off he wist, and told he and Elijah the plan. They also nodded, but Lëo went back to he wist.
Again, thee was an awkwad silence. Eveyone twitched a couple of times, but wee stopped, when Nil appoached the stage. 'Damn, no food even.' could be head the unison eply to the events fom all thee actos. Mip shook he head, and smiled. She didn't mind missing dinne, she was geneally neve hungy. She wasn't a hobbit, at the vey least. Nil at last began to speak. It was aleady silent fom whee Mip and the est wee, but, the othes needed to be silenced.
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Post by Mippin on Dec 10, 2003 21:59:45 GMT -5
'You know what? I'll be back in a moment.' Mip said, as she stood, dragging Dom to his feet. She marched outside, and raced towards Ala. 'That's it. You're gonna get the keck back in there, even if I must drag you in kicking in screaming.' she said with an e-vile gleam in her eye. She took Ala by the arm, and dragged her inside with the help of Dom. They shoved Ala and Eli into a couple of empty seats next to where Mip, Firi, and the tied others where.
'There.' Mip said, as she and Dom took their seats. 'Party wouldn't be any good without the bartender, and the uh..other guy.' she said with a grin.
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Post by Mippin on Dec 10, 2003 17:02:39 GMT -5
'Did you see Herbert?' Mip asked, as Firi looked at her, eyes widening. 'Yes, indeed I did!'
The two talked merrily about premieres and aforementioned Lofty people, whilst the two tied to them were looking strangely puzzled. Mip turned a bit, then spoke again. 'I thought Sblomie made a marvelous appearence, don't you?'
Firi snickered, 'Oh, yes!' and Dom and Orland finally caught on..or so they thought.
The conversation continued for a very long time, and the guests seemed to be even more terrifyingly miffed with each passing moment. Mip thought it was absolutely priceless, and longed to be able to take a picture of it all. She knew she couldn't though. 'Bah.' she said softly to herself in between her talking with Firi.
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Post by Mippin on Dec 10, 2003 15:34:59 GMT -5
Mip seemed to come out of a long trance. As she looked out at the squeaky object war she cursed under her breath, wondering how in Middle-Earth she could have missed that. She quickly reached into her pocket and took out an inflatable needle. 'Damn, can't believe I've missed this!' she yelled, wondering how she could suddenly join in. She quickly turned to Dom, and began poking him repeatedly. In a likewise manner, Dom said 'ow' in a dry tone. At last, she took out her lawn flamingo and whacked him. 'Oh come on, get into the spirit. I'm sure you'd love creating chaos, and that's just what we're going to do!' she said as she handed him a random inflatable object.
The two made their way over to Elijah and Amarië, who were in deep combat with Firi and Orlanda. Mippin tilted her head and watched for a moment. 'STOP!!!!' she yelled as Aunt Orlanda was about to fire an inflatable arrow towards Elijah. The two teams stopped suddenly, and gaped at Mippin. 'What?' came a unison query. Mip grinned broadly, and took out her inflatable needle. 'Nothing.' she said as she and Dom whacked Orlanda, Firi, Elijah, and Amarië repeatedly.
The war was soon over, and Mip and Dom were banished to their music-like duties. Or rather, Mip was. Dom was just doomed to watch Mippin play everything except his favourites. There was no fooling Mip either, she had been tied to him before, after all.
She finally played a Beatles record. Whilst it played, Mip bowed her head, and muttered a few words, then looked towards Dom. She smiled a small smile at him, and he tilted his head as if in half-understanding. Nodding, Mippin gestured towards the feast. As she sat, making sure not to take up any wine, she spoke.
'You know what would be perfect right now?' she paused, seeing if anyone was interested in her opinion. A few people looked at her, in acknowledgement. 'A baugette. Even better, a Noddy Baugette.' she said slyly. She turned towards Firi, who was dying of laughter, and then snickered to herself. The others seemed terribly puzzled, and the two recieved classic weird looks. Unconciously, Mip took out a digital camera, and took a few shots of the expressions. Unfortunately, Dom took the camera from her. She scowled, and heard e-vile snickering coming from Amarië.
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Post by Mippin on Dec 4, 2003 17:46:39 GMT -5
Mip supposed she was supposed to be paying attention to the debate, and for the most part she was. But she was much more interested in her guitar. She fiddled around, playing a few chords to add suspense, or something like that to the debate. As she fiddled around, she wondered why it sounded so familiar. She looked over at Dom. 'Did that just sound like some song you've heard before, or have I been a DJ for waay too long?' He tilted his head. 'Play it again...' Mip played it again, and then he grinned. 'Yeah, it sounds like a song I've heard before...keep playing.' he said. Mip wasn't sure what she was going to end up playing, but nonetheless she kept playing.
At last it hit her, and she realised what song she was unconciously playing. It seemed everyone was yelling, in the heated debate. Mip still knew what they were talking about, but, had a way of tuning them out without doing so. She turned the mic away, and kept playing, and sang very softly. Nil glared at her when she unconciously began to get louder, so Mip stopped, glared back, and then strummed a few chords exceptionally loud to calm the others down. Then she grinned. 'Carry on, scholarly debate this time, not a playground fight, eh?'
After a while, everyone grew increasingly louder and increasingly hostile. Which was rather odd for a debate on christmas tree colours, but anyway... Mippin stodd up suddenly, and cranked up the volume, and went into a very long guitar solo to quiet everyone down. She then smiled sheepishly, and took out Frod. 'Don't make me use this.' she said, now grinning menacingly, and stroking Frod gently. 'Mwahahaha.' she cackled softly, then stopped fiddling around with the guitar. This time she actually listened intently to the debate.
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Post by Mippin on Dec 1, 2003 12:58:43 GMT -5
The crowd roared with applause as Lossie bowed. Her song was lovely. It brought tears to Mippin's eyes even. Speaking of a black downfall, where did Frod go to? Mip looked around, scanning the whole of the giant room for her beloved mini-balrog. At last she saw her dear Frod sitting in Dom's lap. Dom looked petrified. Mip tilted her head and chuckled. 'Why are you afraid of Frod? You don't have a reason to be...' she said, as Dom shifted slightly. 'I don't? but...you saw what he nearly did to Alatáriel!'
Mip pondered for a while upstairs, going through random interviews she had read a long time ago. When at last the one she was looking for popped up in her mind, highlighting the very line she was looking for, she began her explanation. 'You 'sort of' believe in re-incarnation and all that jazz right? Well, let's just say that, technically..your..errr...reincarnated form in..uh..Middle-Earth...is..heh...a lot like Merry. And well... that..makes you... umm.. canonical... in.. well, in this life. Because, well, you portrayed Merry...and kudos to ya for that, but...well.. Frod is well aware of that. And see, erm.. you aren't a sue. So, you shouldn't worry about Frod... did that make sense?' she finished at last.
Dom looked at the mini-balrog, who walked around in a circle on his lap and hissed happily at him. 'I think so.' he slowly took his free hand and began petting the mini. Mip handed Dom a strip of bacon to feed Frod. Frod ate it happily, and then began cuddling up to Dom. 'Is he supposed to do that?' Dom asked. Mip chuckled. 'It's the bacon.' she said, 'You know, if you ever had an attack of fangirls...a mini would do you justice.' Mip turned around slightly, and loaded the OFUM website on her laptop. 'Here, read this!' Mip said, pushing the laptop towards Dom to read. He began reading it, and Mip took out her electric guitar.
She checked the strings, and took out a piece of music. She then looked at a cooler where she kept some lovely fissssshes for Gollum. Her piece required his assistance, after all.
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Post by Mippin on Nov 30, 2003 21:49:02 GMT -5
"Beginning to sound a bit like Mippin." came the voice of Firi. Mippin looked up. 'I heard that!' she said playfully. She was still at her DJ-like station, scribbling on her parchment. She at last put it away, and just sat there for a while. Being rather bored, she decided to talk to someone...and who better to talk to than someone tied to your wrist?
'How's the forest?' Mip asked. Dom nodded, 'It's great.' then there came an awkward silence. Mip twitched a little bit, then began snickering to herself. 'What?' asked Dom. Mip shook her head and tried to stifle her laughter. After doing this, Mip was awfully bored. She fiddled around with a switch, and a large video screen popped up. Mip turned to look at it, then she turned to her laptop, convienently hooked up to the net, and right at her fingers. She began typing, then uploaded a file. Soon she had a few music videos up. Considering this was the Imladris party, she decided to make it LotR-ish.
She took up a mic and spoke yet again. 'Aaye, again, fair peoples of Imladris. We have a special treat for you! Gather up on a comfy couch, and get ready for some nice LotR style videos. Video of the moment: May It Be, by Enya.' Mip put down her mic and waited for the people to file onto couches and situate themselves to see the screen. She then hit play, and swiveled around to watch the video herself. It was one of her favourites. After it was over, however. She took up the mic again. 'Okay, for all of you who are not Star Trek fans - get lost! Nah, just kidding. Let's give it up for the Ballad of Bilbo Baggins!' Again, Mip hit play, and up came Leonard Nimoy on the screen, singing his ballad. Mip snickered and watched.
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Post by Mippin on Nov 29, 2003 23:00:20 GMT -5
'CHIPPY!!!' Mippin shouted at the sight of the squirrel. She asked to hold it, and Lëo let the squirrel scurry over to Mip. 'Squee?' Chippy squeed at her. 'Yes Chippy, Squee.' Mip said cheerfully, stroking the darling squirrel. 'Squee!' yelped Chippy happily. Mippin let Dom stroke Chippy for a bit, then handed him back to Lëowen.
'I must get back to my DJ-like duties.' Mip said, 'D'you have a request?'
Lëowen fished through her stuf and pulled out a CD. She handed it to Mip then walked off. Mip sat down in her stool, and waited for Dom to get situated. Mip took up the mic and spoke. 'Aaye, fair peoples of Imladris! We have a special request from the enigmatic Shadow Hawk!' Mip then hit play and the song '99 red balloons' began playing. It wasn't the German version, which Mip was a bit more fond of, but it was still spiffy. Mip began singing along in German, softly. Dom raised an eyebrow at her. 'What, you didn't know I spoke some German?' Mip asked him. He shook his head, and said nothing.
Mip took out her parchment yet again, and recorded something else. 'Mini-balrog, Chippy, good good!' she muttered as she wrote.
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Post by Mippin on Nov 29, 2003 22:19:02 GMT -5
Mip rushed over to Lëo and tilted her head, wondering what in the abyss drove her to help tie her to Billy. She looked at Lëo apologetically, and whispered. 'Sorry' Lëowen gave her the e-vile eye, and shrugged it off. Mip sat down on a chair, 'Where's Chippy?'
Mip ordered up a Code Red Mountain Sproke Beer, and sipped on it. 'Have you seen Frod, around?' Mip asked Lëo. She shook her head. "Ah. Little demon. I brought him in my pocket, but he seemed to have escaped. I hope he doesn't go attack Ala for being tied to Elijah...' Lëowen snickered at this, and looked over at Ala. Mip looked in her direction, then quickly stood up and began draining her pockets. 'OH NO!!!' she yelped out over the blaringly loud music. Everyone looked at Mippin alarmed. Mip sat down. 'Don't worry folks, I thought I lost my..err...car keys!'
Sitting down, Mip glared in Ala's direction and saw what she was missing. Frod was going towards Ala with Mip's portable guillotine. Mip chuckled but at the same time got a bit paranoid. Frod was very..protective of..anything..that slightly resembled..Frodo. Unfortunately for Ala, she was tied to something..that..slightly resembled..Frodo. Lëo, Billy, Dom and Mip watched intently as the adorable, e-vile, mini-balrog of doom approached Alatáriel. He extended the guillotine to it's full height, then he began whipping Alatáriel with his whip. Ala tried to get him off of her, but it's was a futile attempt. Frod had fool-proof plans, you see. He shoved Ala's head between the stand and the blade, and then he pulled the string on the side. The blade came whipping down. Billy and Dom winced, and looked away, but Lëo and Mip knew better. The blade came crashing down onto Ala's neck, but stopped just before breaching the skin. Mip got up, dragging Dom, and picked up the mini-balrog. 'She's not a sue, Frod.' she said gently, handing her precious mini some bacon. Mip took up her guillotine, and folded it up, and stuck it in her pocket.
'That was lovely.' Lëo said, chuckling. Mip nodded and took her mini and Dom back to her station to play some more music.
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Post by Mippin on Nov 29, 2003 15:14:15 GMT -5
Mip sat watching the guests. She saw Lossie come in, and Nova too. Lossie was dressed a green faerie as well. Why does that NOT surprise me? she thought to herself. She looked over at Dom, who was massaging his head, and insisting Mippin gave him an concussion with the lawn flamingo. 'You could have warned me before you went and attacked Orlanda, you know.' she said bitterly. Mippin fiddled around with the camera she confiscated from Ala. 'Here, eat the evidence.' Mip said as she handed Dom the camera and some salt.
'Ah, thank you!' he said, salting the camera and sticking it in his mouth. Mip watched as he ate it, and shook her head amusedly. She decided to play something different, so she turned around and put in a random CD. Apparently it was the Stone Roses again. Mip listened as Love Spreads began to play. She tapped her foot lightly to the music and began singing the chorus. Her voice rather blended in with it, so she didn't sing as soft as she usually did. Dom happily munched on the camera, savouring every bite. Mip tilted her head and spoke at last. 'You know, for a former chef, you certainly have strange taste when it comes to food.' he grinned in reply and finished off the camera.
'I'm surprised you didn't steal the cameras from the paparazzi at the door.'
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Post by Mippin on Nov 29, 2003 13:29:40 GMT -5
Mip saw Aunt Orlanda walk in with Firi. She winced, and shuddered and then looked at who she was tied to. She was tied to the same guy who had to 'Save the world from the derranged farm shirt.' She watched and tried not to draw any attention to him. She watched as he walked out with Firi, he looked like he was attacked. Mip sighed. 'What, what happened?' Dom asked her. 'Nothing, just the derranged farm shirt guy.' she said. He leapt up, dragging Mip with him, and began sniffing the air. Mippin smacked him lightly with her lawn flamingo. 'He left. Now settle down!' she said.
He came back in, wearing a PotC costume. Mip raised an eyebrow at this but said nothing. 'DO THE WAVE!' Firi yelled. Instinctively, everyone sprang up and did the wave. Mip sat down again. Dom sniffed the air again. 'You have a camera...and the derranged farm shirt guy is back.' Mip looked at him. 'Camera - no. Derranged farm shirt guy - yes, but he's not wearing a derranged farm shirt anymore.'
Dom looked around. 'I'm sure you have a camera.' he said, trying to find it. 'Yes, Dom. I have a camera. You can't have it. Next time I have one to spare, you can.' she said politely, yet had a grip on her lawn flamingo. He growled and then sat down on a stool against a speaker. Mip moved her arm up to the table again, making Dom do the same, and she sat against the other speaker. Occasionally, Mip switched the song, but said nothing much.
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