A Funny Thing Happened

I looked at Ryan and then back at the twins, who, I'm pretty sure, were having some sort of telepathic conversation, of which I most definitely was NOT a member.

"Um, one moment, please," I said moving closer to the elves. "Is it in the parchments in the library, or not?"

"Well, yes..." Alàtariël began, shifting.

"Alright, spit it out. What did I not do?"

"We can't just go and get it. It hasn't been translated into the common tongue yet."

I smacked my forehead. Why oh why did I make the majority of the library be kept in elvish?

"How long would it take to translate?"

"If both of us work on it, and a few of the others, we might be able to get it done pretty quickly."

"Is pretty quickly a day? a week?"

"Well, we can ask Neíhudir and Voronwë to get started on it now, and I'm sure Limwen wouldn't mind helping them...it will take a while to get everyone in a suitable mode of traveling...you would probably have to spend a day or so at Esteë."

We muttered a little more, than I turned back to the others to relay the above information.

"Yes, the elves do have the parchments you want, but, they need to be translated. Neíhudir and some of the others will start on it now, but if we go to Esteë, we'll be there for a day," I said, hedging my bets on how quickly the elves could work. There were a ton of them, so theoretically a good division of labor could turn the product out even faster, however, not that many cared for extended translating duties. "It is a three hour ride to Esteë, so if we're all going to go...we might need some way to get there?"

A (Slightly) Less Normal Life

Chase and Nessie remained sitting on the ground next to their baggage, quite terrified at the soldiers pointing various weapons at them.

"M-May I ask what you did to make them this mad at you?" Chase asked Solarflare, hardly daring to move lest the soldiers should interpret it as a cause to open fire.

"Let's just say I'm a regular here," Solarflare replied. "There was an incident on one of my first visits... let's just say that involved a misfire and a large building. Not one of my finer moments."

"I can relate," Chase said, remembering how he lost his job at Ditto Monstropolis University.

About then, Galvan Megas arrived in his hover-limo. He strode purposefully towards the interlopers, his grim visage strangely offset by the cackling Kowakian monkey-lizard perched on the elderly man's shoulder. He stepped in front of the soldiers, who still kept their weapons ready, and looked up at the Autobot. He remained silent for several tense moments, and Solarflare met the man's gaze unwavering. Finally, the Lord Overseer broke the silence.

"Solarflare, why is it that whenever you come here, something blows up?" he asked with an exhausted sigh.

"Skill?" Solarflare guessed.

"Rhetorical question!" the man barked. He thrust a finger at the humans.

"Who are they? You know you were never authorized to bring passengers here!"

"Lord Overseer Galvan Megas, I'd like to introduce Professor Chase Ramsey and his niece Nessie. Chase is a history professor with Monstropolis University."

"Former professor," Chase cut in, embarrassed. Solarflare continued.

"They've got some old document from Ditto Metru that they'd like translated. And this guy is... huh! Hey, what is your name anyway?" he asked Jakov, suddenly realizing that he never bothered to ask the young man's name.

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After Kale had been escourted off the ship she met up with Matthew "It doesn'tv really matter anyways, your mission was a test" he said, Kale replied "So you would have gone and tried to capture the sith anyways?" "Yeah" Matthew said "Now come on we have to get to that ship before the sith does, SCRAPPY WE ARE LEAVING!" the red R5 unit rolled out of its charging outlet and up to Matthew where it beeped "Lets go"

A Funny Thing Happened

I chewed on my bottom lip, thinking hard. I looked over at Booky, then at the other NWebbers who were browsing the bookstore. I frowned slightly.

"I suppose I should be all noble and tell you all to stay here while I go fix this because it's my problem and not all ya'll's and it could be dangerous in the end. But . . . I'm kind of freaking out here and I'd like all the help I can get so . . ."

I raised my voice and turned to the others. "Who wants to take a trip into elven country?" I asked, smiling slightly and trying not to look like I'd rather just bolt out of there and find Maria and get her to fix up this problem without us. We had no Force powers or cool karate skills or any of that stuff (not that I knew of anyway, I know I certainly didn't), and if things got dirty . . . we could all die. Maybe. Could you die in your own story? I suppose you could if your being written by an alternate universe version of yourself. But would they really kill me? Or rather, themselves?

Sometimes I wondered if I was ADHD, what with all the rabbit-trails my mind liked to go on.

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A (Slightly) Less Normal Life

This time Jakov hesitated. He knew that if he gave his full name, the Metru people could look up his background and find out he was the son of two important senators who had been murdered in their own home, the brother of an insane girl who was locked up in an asylum somewhere out in the galaxy, and a good student of well known private school who had mysteriously disappeared during winter break. All that was rather suspicious. Jakov had worked hard to cover up his tracks, so there was no way they could know what he had done, but they would know his background and that was almost bad enough.

So he simply said, "Jakov." He was tempted to use a fellow crew member's name, but he had already told Chase his real name and could not risk the bumbling former professor to blurt out that he was lying.

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Meanwhile back on Jakov's ship, the crew were all inside on the main bridge, staring around with grim faces. The young crew member who had caught Kale had just finished telling his story. Now there was completely silence as each one felt the gravity of the situation.

"You sure she tried to get into your mind," the first mate, Jones, asked, rubbing his scruffy chin.

The young crew member nodded vigorously, his light blue hair flopping up and down on his forehead. "I'm positive."

"If you're right about this, Caeden," Jones said, "we've got a problem on our hands. A problem we'd better fix before the Captain comes back." He turned to the helmsman, a tall Teevan named Lee Vod. "Have you heard from the Captain since he sent Glock and Kaptiva back?"

Lee shook his head, his arm twisting nervously around his back. "Not a word," he said, and gulped. "What do you want us to do?"

Jones thought for a long, tense moment, rubbing his stubble again. "Nothing," he said finally. "We'll keep packing up supplies and keep up appearances. We're a normal, peaceful transport vessel, men. There's nothing suspicious about that. Now get back to work."

The men dispersed, but as they did, Jones grabbed a hold of Caeden, drawing the boy close to him. "Is the package in a safe place?"

The young Caeden nodded, his face pale. "I moved it after the girl left. No one will find it. I promise."

"That's good, boy. You know what the Captain would do if he found out some Jedi took it. Just because you're his favorite doesn't mean that he won't punish you severely if you slip up."

Caeden swallowed hard but managed to conjure up a brave smile. "No stress," he said with fake bravado. "I'm a master at concealment. You should know that." He winked at the first mate, who had to laugh. He ruffled the boy's hair.

"Don't we all. Well, get going."

Caeden nodded and hurried toward the doorway. "And kid!" He turned back, looking questioningly at Jones.

"Be careful," the big man said, his gaze surprisingly tender, a strange expression on a face as harsh as his.

Caeden saluted with a grin. "Yes, sir!" And then he was gone.

P.S."Brooklyn!"

A Funny Thing
It was morning, early morning. Well, early for me was 8:00. Normally I sleep in until 9, but today I woke up rather early. I stumbled out of bed, and rubbed my sleepy eyes. As I made my way to the door, I tripped over a blanket that had fallen off my bed. I must have rolled around a lot. I walked down the hallway and listen at the bathroom door for the running shower. Yep, Mom was up.

Deciding to get on the computer rather than think up something to make from breakfast, I quickly was on the internet. I check my email and my facebook and got on NarniaWeb at the same time (different tabs). It looked like there were a few more posts on the roleplay I was following. It had a weird name--A Funny Thing--and an even weirder plot.

I rubbed my eyes, still trying to get my brain in gear. As I moved my hands from my face, something seemed strange. Something was out of place. The computer screen looked larger. It was! And it was slowly getting bigger and bigger. I vaguely wondered if this was something like the picture of the ship in Voyage of the Dawn Treader. I was getting closer to the screen.

The screen changed to swirling colors that made my eyes whirl. It was sucking me in!

Suddenly, I was in the computer. I flew past my email account, the pictures of my friend's profiles coming alive. The next tab was facebook. Please don't let me fall in there, I thought for an instant. But I was already past that...and coming closer to NarniaWeb. I fell into the forum, but was still falling. I flew past different forums, the graphics and pictures coming alive, moving. I moved faster, things becoming a blur, and then I was falling. Down. I landed with a thud, but I wasn't hurt.

I was in a room with wires. I regonized it from the detailed accounts of others that had fallen in here before me. I was excited that I was now able to have the adventure with them, instead of reading about it.

I opened the door and a wind blew the hair from my face. Looking around the outside, I saw a fountian. I went over to it and looked at my reflection in the clear, calm water. So where was everyone else? I tried to remember what I had read of the roleplay. They were at the library, weren't they.

"Now which way to the library?" I asked myself aloud. I realized that I probably didn't know Ditto Town as well as many of the other NarniaWebbers who had fallen into it. I almost never wrote my stories centered in Ditto Town. Most of them took place in a different world altogether.

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Matthew and Kale walked towards the ship and up onto the ramp and into the ship "We gotta find the crew" he stopped as a young boy walked around the corner.

Funny Thing
R5 was rolling through the streets for fun and heard a girl ask "Which way to the library?" so Scrappy turned around and beeped "You go right up that street over-" he cut off and projected his words again "You go right up that street over there and you'll be at the library"

((It's a bookstore, just so you know. )

A Funny Thing Happened

I grinned nervously. "If you had tried to be all noble I would have just rolled my eyes and come anyways." Then I frowned. "Why is all of this your fault? Because you created this Black Wolf guy and he's bad? Or because we're all here?"

I was a wee bit confused. It wasn't Ryan's fault that we'd gotten into Ditto Town. No one could prove that it was anyone's fault. Besides, we'd all created villains. At least, I had. We were probably in danger from some of them who were at large right now. Ah, well.

"I shall come." Evory interjected, watching the conversation with great interest.

A Funny Thing Happened

"Um," I glanced over at Tina, wondering if my cheeks feeling hot meant I was blushing. I could never tell what with my dark skin.

"Because I created this Black Wolf guy and he's really, really bad. And I didn't scrap him when I should have." I rubbed my hand absently on the cover of the books in my arms. "I don't think I could stand any of you guys getting hurt. As overly-sentimental as that sounds." I sighed.

"I still haven't figured out how we got here. I mean, a vortex in my computer? What's up with that?"

A (Slightly) Less Normal Life

Caeden stopped short when he ran into Matthew and Kale. His hand went instinctively toward his blaster holster. His silver-blue eyes widened in surprise when he recognized Kale.

"You again!" he exclaimed. He looked from her to Matthew and back again. He frowned. "I thought I told you to get out of here." He turned to Matthew, thinking this guy might have more sense than the girl. "Listen man, this is a private transport vessel. You're really not supposed to be here."

P.S."Brooklyn!"

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Matthew attempted a mind trick "We are alowed on this ship" he moved his hand slightly "And I'll escort you to the bridge"

A Funny Thing
I set the book back in the shelf and walked over to ryan "It is possible, if magic was involved" I said as I walked over to them "Otherwise I can't think of any other way"

((Yeah, we're in a bookstore. Not a library. )

A Funny Thing Happened

"But that still makes no sense," I said. "I mean, magic isn't real in our world. So it had to have come from this one. I mean, maybe someone called us here?" I looked over at Booky, thinking he knew more about universe-hopping/time-travel/magic stuff than anyone here. Except maybe Drake, but I wasn't about to ask him.

A (Slightly) Less Normal Life

Caeden blinked blankly for a moment and then frowned, running a hand through his light blue hair. "Listen man, I don't know what you're up to. But Jones is going to be ticked if he finds you in here. And trust me, you don't want to mess with Jones. He's a beast." He glanced nervously over his shoulder.

"I'm doing you guys a favor by not turning you in right here and now," he added, glancing sidelong at Matthew and Kale. He knew who they were now: Jedi. And if there was one thing Jones hated more than broccoli and Swiss cheese, it was Jedi. And this Firefly class vessel was not big enough for a full-scale fight.

P.S."Brooklyn!"

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"Boy, I hoped you had bent to that mind trick" Said Matthew as he drew his lightsaber "Don't make me kill you kid" Kale drew her green saber and it joined Matthew's silver white one; creating a strange eerie light. Matthew drew the boys blaster to his hand and said "Now go get your friends"

A Funny Thing
"Kinda like in narnia" I said with a shrug "Wonder if we are supposed to do something here"

A (Slightly) Less Normal Life

Caeden did not even look at the lightsabers. Instead he sighed. "Okay, but you're making a big mistake here. I mean, don't say I didn't warn you."

Muttering under his breath at the rudeness of Jedi, he made his way back to the bridge. "Hey Jones?" he called into the room. "There's a couple of Jedi here who want to--"

"JEDI?!?!" Jones boomed. He barreled out of the bridge and stopped short when he saw Matthew and Kale standing in the small corridor leading to the bridge.

"Shoulda stayed in the holding deck," Caeden piped up from behind Jones. "Not much room to maneuver here is there?" He grinned.

Jones shot Caeden a look and the boy lost the grin, fiddling instead with an air vent by his side. Jones crossed his tattooed arms and glowered down at Kale and Matthew. "You two have three seconds to get off this ship," he growled at them. "Jedi are not allowed or wanted here."

P.S."Brooklyn!"

(((OOC: Well, I'm the uniformed roleplayer )))

A Funny Thing

A robot surprised me by answering the question I had accidentally asked aloud. I thought it was rather rude of him...er, it?...to butt into my private conversation, but seeing as he gave me needed information, and I had asked the question aloud, I decided not to confrount him about it.

I moved in the direction he had shown me, wondering if I would even know who I met, seeing as I had never seen any pictures of many of the roleplayers. I wished I had one of my characters next to me, at least I would know what they might say or do.

A Funny Thing Happened
I started to walk over towards Ryan with Joe, since I didn't really know where else to go. I wasn't sure if anyone besides Joe and the girl I thought was Hummy noticed me, so I just stayed to the side and decided to wait until the conversation was over to make myself known, if I wasn't already. I'd already decided I'd be staying to help if any help was needed.

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Matthew smirked "You really think were going to leave? Cause we arn't" Matthew had realised a long time ago that he was one of the most rude Jedi out there, but considering from where he came from it was exceptible. Kale who had inherited Matthew's rudness said "Now drop those blasters scumbag"