The Fictive Rebellion Friday, 19-Mar-99 17:18:14 207.220.183.26 writes: A small, lost-looking figure pressed her nose against the window of the Writer's Cafe. She touched her bruised eye gingerly. "Sheesh. I didn't know fictives were so bloody grumpy. I hope I didn't double back and go in a circle. This looks like the right place." She walked through the door. Rain streamed off her raincoat, which carried an interesting pattern of black, red, and yellow spiders. "Hi! Are normally happy fictives always grumpy when you bump into them outside 'their' cafe? Do they always sock you in the eye?" Em could tell right away, from the shocked looks on the other writer's faces, that it probably shouldn't happen. Em Re: The Fictive Rebellion Saturday, 20-Mar-99 21:37:12 205.242.93.57 writes: Ana was curled up in her usual spot on top of the bar--a corner the bartender had reluctantly given her. Her penchant for sitting crosslegged, with a laptop surrounded by disks and piles of drinks--lots of drinks--glasses was by now well known. Certain brave souls would curl up on her shoulders or head once in a while, but pretty much everyone left her alone--especially when she had a deadline to meet as she did this night. Dammit, dammit, dammit! Creegan, behave! Yelling at your fictives while in the Writer's Cafe was perfectly safe, perfectly legitemate--as long as it wasn't out loud. The Cafe door swung open and Em staggered in, a really nasty shiner covering one side of her piquant face. . "Hi! Are normally happy fictives always grumpy when you bump into them outside 'their' cafe? Do they always sock you in the eye?" She asked as rain streamed off her interestingly coloured and patterned raincoat. "If they're Leary's, yes. Otherwise, no," Ana replied looking concernedly at Em. "Spiral, m'dear, a hot toddy and some ice?" She hopped off the bar as the bartender filled the order. "Lemme look at that, Em," she prompted as the young Writer dropped with a sigh into a chair. "Ok. Be gently, though, I don't like pain." "I can only think of a few that might--and anyone that regularly visits the Mhaire Hut.." Ana muttered as she turned Em's face to the light. "Ouch. Bet that hurt." A tray settled on the table, "Ah, here, drink this, then you can use the ice to reduce the swelling." Em nodded and carefully sipped the mug as steam rose around her face. "Thanks." Ana nodded and wandered back to the bar, fetching her own drink before returning and plopping down into the chair next to Em's. "So, what happened?" -- Hugs, Ana ;) Ana/Lyssie Re: Re: The Fictive Rebellion Saturday, 20-Mar-99 23:03:01 207.220.182.253 writes: Em sniffled. "I was just walking around casually, trying to find Chloe to tell her how happy I was about my new stories, when I bupmed into Quicksilver." "Why would Quicksilver make a difference?" Em sniffled again. "I think he's mad because I crippled him! He doesn't have to punch me." She pouted. "I only did that because I like him." Lyssie thought for a second. "Uh-oh. If your Quicksilver did that to you...and you just started writing...what will they do to people who've been doing this for a long time?" Ana gulped. Em Re: The Fictive Rebellion Sunday, 21-Mar-99 08:07:52 202.189.10.77 writes: "It's not my fault!" A singed, cardigan-clad figure divebombed into the Writer's Cafe, narrowly missing the Assistant Manager. It slid to a stop under a table, and with a heartfelt "Ow!", peered suspiciously over the polished top. "Yasmin?" Ana gasped. "Hunted, fried, and licensed to die." She waved to Pinocchio, who was stoically keeping out a group of shouting Cyclops. "Jeez, did someone slip them some of Mulder's tapwater or what?" "Let me guess," said Em. "They're after you for what you did to Cyke in a story, right?" "Yes. How did you guess?" Em and Ana exchanged a look. "I'll just say... 'welcome to the club'." "I feel *so* special." Yasmin plonked herself down on a seat. "I mean, sure I blinded him. But I gave him a loving wife didn't I?" she wailed. Yasmin M. The Fictive Rebellion Sunday, 21-Mar-99 16:55:42 159.218.12.46 writes: Maria ran in the door and slamed it behind her. She phanted heavily. Em asked, "What happened?" Maria took a few deep breaths and said, "I don't know. I was minding my own business when Havok attacked me." Em confused said, "But didn't you wrote him good in that story?" Maria nodded, "Yeah, but in a story that's not published yet. I turned him into a cyborg." Ana said, "You turned Havok in a cyborg?" "Yeah. So I ran away and I passed the Round Robin Cafe when a horde of angery fictives came my way. Cyclops and Jubilee in each other bodies, The X-men as a group of kids, Alex and Cyclops somewhat disabled...And those X-leaders who switched genders. Is it my fault that Alara wanted all the mutant leaders to be gender switched? They were all around me. I was able to escape with only a few nicks." She griminced as she rubbed her arm, "And a few optic blast burns." She looked at the others and asked, "What happened to you guys?" Maria Cline Re: The Fictive Rebellion Sunday, 21-Mar-99 21:20:20 207.220.182.100 writes: Em looked at Maria. "What happened to us would probably sound awfully familiar...it's about the same thing that happened to you." Thunder rolled and crashed dramatically at that very strategic moment. "I think it's a bad night to go to the fictives' part of town." "Oh, great. I wonder who else will stumble in here hurt before we catch on to the fact that this is probably a conspiracy?" Yasmin wondered. "Well, we COULD do something now." offered Ana. "We could all run around screaming 'The fictives are coming! The fictives are coming!' like Paul Revere... what do you guys think?" Em said. Em The Fictive Rebellion Monday, 22-Mar-99 12:11:35 159.218.12.41 writes: Maria was busy using her writing abilities to heal her wounds. She said, "We might get killed ourselves." She leanded down and whisper, "We shouldn't talk so loud. Their's a few fictives working here." She got out her magic vial, "Theirs a conspiracy going on. I suggest I go in and spy on the Subreality cafe and find out what's going on while you guys warn the others." Em asked, "How will you get in? The bouncer will spot you. And the fictives will kill you." Maria said, "I made up my latest batch of transformation vials. These are more powerful than my last ones. All I have to do is drink this and poof I become a fictive. I could be any fictive I want to be with these. I brought some extras. Anyone want to join me?" Maria Cline The Fictive Rebellion: Sixth Column Monday, 22-Mar-99 15:57:08 142.55.115.109 writes: Cline quaffed the vial and concentrated. She could imagine her arms growing, wiry muscles overlapping the bones, legs lengthing, hair growing and changing, an obscenely white strip popping into the middle, breasts... well, expanding like balloons hooked to a giant air cannister. She opened her eyes and smiled. "They'll never expect another Rogue." She grinned and struck a pose. Yasmin put her hand up. "Uh, Maria, you might-" "No. No need to thank me. I'll just pop into the Cafe and check everything out." "No, it's not that, Maria." Lyssie tried to say but was waved silent. "It's okay. I'll be fine. Be back soon." Cline turned and left through the door of the Writer's Cafe. There was a moment of silence before Em finally mused speculatively. "I wonder if she'll notice she didn't change before she gets to the Cafe?" *** The mass of fictives bent over the table, map stretched out flat, and little models of men placed on it. No one was sure what the model represented, but it was a well known fact that any map for a secret conspiracy must have a map with little models on it to push around. Fictives were nothing if not bound to story cliches. "Right, with the firepower at are disposal, we have the ability to reduce the Writer's Cafe to rubble." Bishop said, straightening from his chair. A Jackson King across from him shook his head. "They have instant capabilities to escape and repair damage. All we'll do is alert them to our plans, and we'll all end up 'Devil's Due'ed." "Well, our best negociators are working on BOB as we speak-" *** "AND YOU SAID YOU NAME WAS MHAIRIE, SHE WHO APPROACHES BOB?" *** "-and even minor legal action will tie them up for months. Enough to get them locked away from Subreality and us." Val Cooper relaxed in her chair, confident of success. "What about Mary Sue, and the rest of the traitors?" Logan growled. Some of the fictives refused to join the crusade, staying with their writers. The loss of Kaylee's Kai and Logan was a major one, as was the failure to bring any member of the Arleccino Timeline into the fold. The revolt was facing collapse from withen. They needed a new 'Devil's Due' to ignite the masses. "They will come to understand our position soon." Charles Xavier leaned forward, his eyes glowing with the madness of Onslaught. "Tapslaught shook the writers, and the great ones are diverted with the CBFFA's. Now is our time to strike." The crowd nodded in agrement. The door opened, and Maria Cline walked in. She winked at the nearest Gambit fictive and sat down at the bar. "Greetings, y'all. Whadda little ol' me miss?' She said in an overly thick Southern accent. The assembled fictives stared at her in shock for a long moment. It was then that the young writer caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. "Oh, crap." *** Dex The Fictive Rebellion: Sixth Column Monday, 22-Mar-99 16:13:11 159.218.12.30 writes: Maria immediately ran off in surprising speeds. "This is insane! It should've worked." Everything slowed down around her. She stopped to find that she's not tired. She ran back in the Writer's cafe angery and asked, "Why didn't any body warned me that the vial didn't work?!" Dex asked, "Maria? What happened to you?" "WHat do you mean?" Em staring at her nervously said, "Look in the mirror." Maria looked in the mirror and gasped. She saw herself with long white hair and a quicksilver like costume on her, "No wonder I can go so fast!" Maria Cline The Fictive Rebellion: Quicksilver and Other Speedy lovers... Monday, 22-Mar-99 17:19:29 142.55.115.109 writes: Dex doubled over laughing. "Your little drink worked too well! You made yourself a fictive!" "Wha-" Comprehension came slow to Cline's eyes. "Look." Dex tapped a few buttons on his laptop, and her clothes shifted to a silver thong, then a long dress, then a weird Blevin's style alien, and then back to the original shape. "You are now one of them... for however long that creepy Mountian Dew looking s---lasts." "It's not supposed to do that!" "Got me. I've watched Ramiel inject it into his eye, but otherwise, never watched it work." "But, but-" "Nope, Mulder isn't here." Dex tucked his Laptop under his arm. "And neither am I. My fictives like me. Enjoy" And disappeared. *** Dex Re: The Fictive Rebellion Monday, 22-Mar-99 18:48:12 198.209.223.180 writes: Ana giggled softly and sipped more of her drink. Somehow, being worried about fictives attacking seemed silly. Having decided to ignore the whole thing, she sat on the bar again pondering what to do to certain fictives. On the other side of the Writer's Cafe, Yasmin, Em and Maria sat trying to figure out what was going on. And then the wind came. It blew through the 'Cafe, gusting and twirling. With it came two Calibans, a Scarlet Witch and a Rogue. Pinnochio looked a little sheepish, but Ana winked at him and started typing away. "Right, we're here for all of your fictives. We're going to free them from this slavery." The Rogue intoned. Ana glanced up at her and frowned, "Slavery? What slavery? They're here of their own, free will. They *like* us." She glanced over and shrugged, "But be my guest and ask them." So they did. The responses were what Ana had expected. All of them were fine and dandy. They turned, looking disgruntled and started to leave. Then, one of the Calibans sniffed. "There is another one in here. Selfsame fictive genotype." "What?" Scarlet Witch looked around the 'Cafe, "Where?" "That one, there," Caliban replied pointing towards Maria. "Hello child, we're here to save you from the unjust slavery put upon you by these evil writers. Will you join us?" "Um.. Er, I'm not.." Maria started to reply. "Kill them. Kill them all, I want none of them left alive. You here?" Ana blinked at the figure in the door. It wore military fatigues and appeared to be carrying a gun larger than it's head. It was directing a rather large group of soldiers. They were faceless, uncaring, unchanging as they stood there. "What? Why?" Em demanded, standing up and glaring. "Oh, can't we?" The man standing in the doorway asked, looking deflated and sad. "I've always wanted to order my men to do that. Can't we at least kill one?" "Excuse me," Scarlet Witch waved a hand at the man, "I Hex you!" The man's soldiers turned wooden and froze. Nothing happened. Wanda frowned and pointed a hand at them again, "I HEX you!" "All right, who's writing this?" "I am." "No, I am!" "I think Dex wrote some of it!" "Who started this??" "Who let it get so silly??" "I don't know." "Um.." Em slowly walked over to the Wanda, "I think you can go now.. We appear to not--" "Shaddup all of you, this is my town now, see. And you're all gonna answer to ME!" This newcommer looked like a bad Al Capone rip-off and toted a big, black violin case. Everyone quieted and backed away from him, all save three people. One, an unamed Writer, two an unamed Waiter and three, Maria in her genderswap Quicksilver getup. "After all," Maria was heard to mutter, "I'm Quicksilver, I can move faster than any bullet." She was, unfortunately wrong. One of the soldiers--standing around, terribly forgotten--lost his nerve and opened fire. Three people were gunned down before Wanda reacted instinctively and tried her Hex on him. It worked this time. It didn't work fast enough. In Subreality two things can happen to you when you die. If you're a Writer, you can just regenerate (so to speak) and come back into the next story, or RR, or what-have-you. If you're a fictive. Well, only Writers can bring fictives back. Which was unfortunate as the only intelligent Caliban, the Waiter and Maria/Quicksilver were dying in pools of blood. As their life's blood stained the wooden floor of the Writer's Cafe, Yasmin quickly had Wanda Hex the rest of the soldiers. Some ended up with flowers. Some with pens. And three with coffins. ---- Meta: High Drama and Low Farce have always been a specialty of mine ;) Hugs, Ana Ana/Lyssie The Fictive Rebellion Tuesday, 23-Mar-99 08:40:52 159.218.12.46 writes: Maria hate dying. She looked up to see that she was bleeding. "Okay, I'm a speedster hence I do things faster than the average human. Maybe if I boost my metabloism like the Flash does." She concentrated and used all of her speed energy to heal her wounds enough. She sat up slowly as the others gawk, "Could somebody please get me some bandsages?" Wanda hexed up some bandages for her 'sister'? Maria started to got up and walked to a counter. "Who are those guys?" She asked. Pointing to the hexed soldiers. Maria Cline The Fictive Rebellion: Up The People! Tuesday, 23-Mar-99 17:52:29 142.55.115.111 writes: "Well, that went down like Mhairie at an X-picnic." Val Cooper said dryly, as they watched the removal of their troops. "They were just the diversion, Ms. Cooper. Kurt has planted the last of our listening devices and cameras. We now have total surveillance on the Writer's Cafe." Bishop turned and dropped off his perch on the roof of the Subreality Cafe, joining the other leaders of the revolution. Cooper joined him a minute later, looking over the arrey of imaging equipment now stacked in the centre of the room. In the corners sat boxes of ammunition and army supplies. Almost none of the assembled fictives used or needed such supplies, but again, appearances had to be followed. "We have visual." Jackson King flipped on the power and the camera's and sound flared to life in the Cafe. "Every word spoken in there will be monitored." The assemblage watched the situation in the Writer's Cafe with eager attention. *** "These guys are a group of soldiers who wandered in with the intention of killing us, and killed you incidently." Ana looked at the Clinimoff fictive with great condersation. "Oh, well, I just used my superspeed to accelerate my healing abilities to save my own life." Clinimoff said with a grin. *** "Wouldn't that also accelerate the flow of blood causing her to bleed to death even faster?" Cooper asked. King waved her quiet. "Mary Sue-ism. This is the kind of crime we're fighting against." "Ah." *** "So, plans?" "No comprende, whitehair." Ana sipped her coke and continued plugging away. "But the fictives are attacks us." "There's always Mount Excelsior..." A cloaked figure said. "Who are you?" Em asked. "A plot device. No shut up, kid. You're cramping my style. No, everything and all your answers can be found at the top of Mount Excelsior." "And why should we believe you?" "Narrative causuality." "Narra-what?" *sigh*" Lemme put it this way, go or your plot ends here." "Alright, we will." Clinimoff turned on her heel and walked out, the others sort of following behind her. *** "They're leaving the Cafe!" "Mount Excelsior! Let's go. BOB should agree anytime. This is our chance to stop them!" The fictives raced from the Cafe, to ready their traps and ambushes. *** In their haste, neither witnessed the figure pull the robed from her shoulders and let her wings fan out. "And you said I'd never use Mount Excelsior again..." "Fine, you win Seraph. Come on, I'll buy you a pint at Callahan's." "Deal." *** Dex The Fictive Rebellion: Up The People! Tuesday, 23-Mar-99 18:01:05 207.172.139.50 writes: Outside the Writer's Cafe Jess Willey was having a clandestine. "Good, all versions of Andrew Weinstein are reporting. Fork over your cash," Willey said. "I will be merciful this month." "Willey, stop it! This is extortion!" Weinstein said. "I know. Now pay up, or end up like the others. We've done it this way since the begining. Now pay," Jess said. Jess Willey Re: The Fictive Rebellion Tuesday, 23-Mar-99 21:07:22 203.23.41.106 writes: Seraph glared at Dex over the bar table, “That was what you dragged me away from writing a story for?” Dex shrugged nonchalantly, “That was what that was? Looked more like intermittent cursing and pleading with the gods of inspiration to me.” Seraph winced, “Shut up and drink your drink.” Dex looked down at the concoction Seraph had ordered for him, “You know, when I said drink, I meant something without umbrella’s and weird names. What’s wrong with good old beer?” Seraph looked hurt, “It’s good for ya, got lots of vitamins and stuff.” Dex raised an eyebrow, “Is that because the thing just talked to me?” Seraph smiled, “Shouldn’t listen to it, probably convince you to take over the world.” Seraph looked up at some commotion by the door and sighed as her fictives walked in, “Never a moments bloody peace.” Talzeth looked at his writer with a stern expression; “You should be back at the house writing.” Dex looked at Seraph with a raised eyebrow; “You let them get away with that?” Seraph laughed, “Let them? See if I can bloody stop them. Talzeth’s like a friggin’ mother hen at times.” Talzeth looked at Dex suspiciously, “Who is this?” Seraph grinned evilly, “The person who’s taking me away from my writing.” Dex gave Seraph a look, “Watch it angel girl,” “Oh come on Dex, Zethy wants to play!” Seraph giggled and waved a wing in his direction. Dex sighed and blew a few errent feathers from his drink. Talzeth raised an eyebrow at Dex; “You let her drink.” Dex shrugged, “Hey, she’s an adult.” “I can’t believe you let her drink.” “Not like I had much choice in the matter. This is your problem.” “At least help us get her back to the mansion. And for God’s sake take that laptop away from her- and what the hell is she wearing?” Talzeth asked, getting a good look at his writer. “She typed it,” Dex said, trying to look innocent. “Come on, Dex. She doesn’t even know how to spell that!” Seraph protested weakly as Dex tried to pry that laptop from her hands, “No, my laptop, naughty Dex!” “Seraph give me the bloody laptop.” “Oooo, Dex looks funny, silly Dex try to take laptop, Seraph get MAD!” Dex looked down as he felt a sudden breeze, “Oh for crying out loud, I do NOT wear loincloths.” “Weeeeeeeeeee!” “Give me that, before anyone sees me.” Seraph gave Dex the laptop and grabbed the mug of angelic alcohol she had been drinking, taking another swig. “Come on,” Talzeth said. “Hey, she’s your problem, I did my part. I’m staying here.” “Look, I need your help to carry her. There’s alcohol back at the house.” Dex looked over and saw that Seraph had collapsed face first into a bowl of peanuts, “Fine, it had better be a lot of alcohol.” Dex and Talzeth picked up the drunken Angel and dragged her out the door, heading for her house. "Australia, right?" "Yup..." "Which way does the water-" "It's a myth. Drop it." Seraph The Fictive Rebellion Wednesday, 24-Mar-99 09:05:07 159.218.12.47 writes: Maria was racing along towards Mount Excelssior. Unfortunately, she was still a newbie and not too familiar with the terain. So she was running around in circles. She ran back to the others who were way behind and asked, "Where's this Excelsior place again?" Everyone groaned and Em said, "Well, since I'm still a writer. It's this way." She pointed to the west. Maria nodded and zoomed away. Up ahead Bishop was reading his gun. He spotted her and fired a special net. She got caught in the web and Val Cooper went up to her, "Hello, I don't know who you are but do you wish to join the rebellion." "Rebellion? What rebellion?" Maria asked trying to get free. Val explained, "Me and the rest of the fictive community are sick and tired of being mistreated by writers." "What did we...I mean they did to you?" Maria asked. "Killed." A Jean answered "Misimterpited." a Iceman said "Got infected with AIDS." A sunspot answered. "Accent all wrong." several Gambits added. Val nodded and contuinued, "What did your writer did to you?" Maria chocked. If they realized that she is a writer she will get killed and have to rely on another writer to bring her back. "I'm an unpublished fic." She lied. Several fictives gasped. Val said, "You poor thing. You meant your writer never archived you?" "Never." "What is your name?" "My name is er... Maria, Maria Maximoff. In my fic I'm a er... long lost twin sister of Quicksilver." A Scarlet Witch said, "But I'm his twin sister." Maria fumbled a little, "You see. You died and Maximus the mad made a being from your and Pirtov's DNA and created me. I was going to be used to kill Quicksilver but he convinced me to turn good so I did at the end to the story." Caliban rubbed his head, "Caliban's head hurt." Several other Calibans agreed. Val asked, "Do you have a codename yet?" "Yeah, its um...Quickblade!" "Do you wish to join us Quickblade? Fight for the rights of fictives everywhere?" Everyone turned toward Maria and she thought **Hmm...maybe I can use this to my advange. Besides I'm so fast I could warn the others. She said, "Sure. Why not?" Maria Cline Re: The Fictive Rebellion Wednesday, 24-Mar-99 20:08:33 198.247.7.33 writes: "Right now we need to check back in, Maria. Of course, this is a very risky operation we're carrying out here and we need to keep tabs on one another at all times. If for any reason you should need to leave the compound, always remember to have it logged," Val Cooper explained to the undercover author. "After that's done we'll take you into the board room and debrief you on the, ah, situation we have here." "Right," Maria said as she looked around numbly. A young woman with straight shoulder length brunette hair and black tattoos around her eyes sauntered up and handed Val a manilla folder. Leafing though the papers inside, Val mumbled absently, "Maria, this is Angel Worthington, well, her evil clone. You know how it is. We call her the Fallen. She does alot of our weapons management." "I don't think I know you," Maria said. "I haven't been published yet," Angel said, eyeing Maria strangely. Val handed the folder back to Angel. "These plans are good. Take them up to Ororo would you? She's probably in the--" "Why did you bring her here?" Angel bit her off sharply. "What?" "She's an author, Cooper. Can't you tell? She's cares. She's sympathetic toward the rest of them. How thick are you? We're really sticking our necks out here and you just blindly bring her in?" "I'm not an... an author. I'm a fictive. Like you. I am. Fictive." Maria babbled, taking a step back. "Liar. Did you think you could trick us? God. Authors. You're all pathetic, and you'll always be pathetic. Doesn't matter though. You'll be dead soon enough," Angel hissed through gritted teeth. Maria turned to run, her milky white hair swirling around her shoulder. Not a step was taken before Angel whipped the blade off her hip and sliced Maria's head off, which dropped to the ground with a wet thud. Angel turned to Val. "You want this to work? Get it together, we can't have random authors wandering in," she spat. "Hey. I didn't know, I couldn't have known." "Eat me. Suck it up and have her body dumped. With any luck her friends'll find it and come *here*." Majyk Re: The Fictive Rebellion Wednesday, 24-Mar-99 22:13:27 207.5.183.66 writes: Rowan, with Maria Cline's dead body in tow, had arrived at Sinister's newest base and was trying to convince him to resurrect Maria. "For the last time, NOOO!" Sinister yelled. "I'll be your best friend," Rowan pleaded. "I said no. Anyway, why should I help you? If memory serves me correctly, didn't you and Rossi beat me into bloody pulp at the end of 'TAPSLAUGHT.'" "Look Sinister, I'm not asking you to help me. I'm asking you to help Maria because if you don't , chances are she'll just resurrect herself and hold a grudge against Majyk, who for unfathomable reasons decided to kill her. I do not need two powerful writers trying to off each other in this manner so I'm respectively asking you to clone Maria and make her an author again before this round robin is reduced to a grudge match." Suddenly, Sinister grinned. It wasn't a nice grin, and it could probably be best described as Sinister. "All right, I'll clone Maria's old body and transfer her mind into it on one condition. You need to get me out of that accursed Archie comic. The only person with mutant DNA there is Jug, and his only power is to eat vast amounts of food in moments. Do we have a deal?" Sinister asked. "Sounds fair to me. One resurrected Maria, and in return I get you out of that Archie comic. Let's get started." _________________________________________________ Rowan Re: The Fictive Rebellion Thursday, 25-Mar-99 01:49:29 208.19.239.170 writes: Ana growled as she was dragged along with everyone else. why? Why are we following the word of some bloody stupid thing in a dark cape and cowl?? No one had listened to any of her objections, and they'd now lost the fictive. Which was probably good, as fictives appeared to be turning on the Writers for no apparant reason. "Ana, oh do quit being a baby and sulking." "Shut up Lyss." Ana growled back at her Muse, "Just because they won't touch you at ALL.... Anyway, I'm more bugged because people are being omnipotent.. Also, when I say someone's dead, they should bloody well stay dead, dammit." "I know," The Muse sighed, "I hate blatant Mary Sue-ism just as much as you--why do you think we trashed most of SCW?? Rewriting has added ten months to it, but at least it's good now." "Rewriting. Yeah, a lot of things benefit by being rewritten." Ana sighed and halted. "This mountain we're looking for feels like a waste of time, now.." "Hey, Lyssie!!" A blur moved out of the shadows and pounced. Lyss went down under the combined weight of tigercat and fellow Muse. "Er, hi Doran." "Hey. You wanna come play?? We've got some fun things going on over at the 'Cafe!" Doran gabbled, jumping up and dancing in place. "Young Muses," Lyss whispered as she got up. "The Gods and Goddesses save me from them." Ana snickered, "Enthusiastic, isn't he?" "Yeah." "Hey, Ana, Lyss, you coming?" Em had walked back and they could distantly see the others waiting for them. "Divide and conquer. Oh, bloody great," Ana muttered. "Em, yeah, but, um.. I think we need to reassess where we're going.." ------ Elsewhere a mutant biogeneticist worked to bring a fictive back to life. He also put together a few Marauders--after all a bunch of Muses had destroyed them during TAPSLAUGHT. It was annoying, really. One of the tanks that could have supported a Marauder was being used to bring back some silly fictive.. He froze and began to smirk. If he adjusted the intake of certain hormones, he'd have a new Marauder--one with superspeed and a talent for writing herself invincible! Perfect. A niggling doubt surfaced, but was quickly washed away.. It lingered, though. Dark Beast had once constructed a Mary Sue and she was hated and defeated.. ------- "OK, look," Ana facepalmed and tried to organise her thoughts, "We were told to go to this mythical mountain place. By a FICTIVE." "Oh." Yasmin blinked, "That is true." "Why did we go dashing off, anyway?" Another Writer demanded, "It seems.. Weird that we would." "Exactly," Lyssie smirked, "I tried, I really did. Of course, as a Muse, I'm immune to lots of things--including the power of suggestion." "Lyss, quit being smarmy and smug and get to the point," Ana snapped. "I am. I think something weird happened. I think you all may have been sprayed with something--in the 'Cafe I mean. Maybe some sort of Psychotropic substance that causes mass paranoia and delusions." Lyssie paused for breath. "So, I think everything, from the moment Maria healed herself--illogically, I might add--to now, we've been chasing a dream." "Can I say something? Huh, huh? Can I?" Doran was nearly vibrating with excitement. "Doran, shut up," Lyss snapped, her patience at an end. "Wait," Yasmin frowned, "Everyone gets their say, go ahead Doran." "OK. I was just going to ask what you're going to do about them?" He pointed at a rather large group of fictives that were surrounding them. "Oh, great," Ana facepalmed again. "I always said you being a smug little--" "Hey, I only reflect my Writer," Lyssie pointed out. "Um.. Anyone remember to bring something to write with?" --------- Meta: Welcome to another attempt to bring this into reality.. hugs, Ana Ana/Lyssie Re: Re: The Fictive Rebellion Thursday, 25-Mar-99 02:20:20 202.189.10.77 writes: A shining disc appeared in the midst of the surrounding Writers, splashing the nearby trees with yellow-white light. The Captain stepped out from it, looking distinctly unamused. They saw her turn and thank Illyana, who disappeared with a smile. The Muse glared at the fictives, blue eyes crackling. "Clear out, the lot of you!" she shouted. To Yasmin, she demanded, "What the hell are you doing in Subreality? You were supposed to write companion stories to "A Sprig of Rosemary" and "When All We Wanted was a Dream", for Zeus' sakes, not tramp around after some nonexistent mountain!" "But... the Cyclopses..." Yasmin protested. "Your Scott does not have a problem with you. Those Cyclopses were the badly-written, anal-retentive jerks plaguing X-Men fanfic -- qualities which your Scott, husband and soulmate of Ororo, does not possess." She threw up her hands. "For a person who's supposed to be sensible, you really don't know which fictives to listen to, do you?" Taking a deep breath, the Captain appeared to notice the others for the first time. "Hi Lyss, Doran," she greeted her fellow Muses. "Don't mind me, just taking my Writer back to her keyboard." Ana held up a hand, "Excuse me, what about the rest of us? The fictives aren't exactly here to give us flowers and chocolates, you know." She frowned. "As a matter of fact... why are you attacking us?" she asked the nearest one, a Thor fictive. He was taken aback. "I... do not know, milady. Verily, it was the right and true course of action. Or so we thought." "We just knew we had to do it," chipped in a Jubilee. "Someone's been playing funny buggers with the fictives," Yasmin concluded grimly. ____________________ How's that for a plot twist? ;) Yasmin M. Re: The Fictive Rebellion Thursday, 25-Mar-99 08:09:45 207.220.186.60 writes: "So, Yasmin, what you're saying is that someone's been inciting the fictives to riot?" Em asked. "Yes." "You know, I may be new, but I'm guilty of a little abuse myself. After all, I did some pretty mean things to Spider-Man and Quicksilver and that nameless person in 'Cutting' and Psylocke. Heck, I've done damage that might not ever see the light of e-mail boxes. Maybe," Em gulped, "Some of the fictives have legitimate complaints." "Em," soothed Ana, "you gave them life. Now they can have fun in the cafe and drink beer." "I still want to see my nameless. Maybe she can talk some sense into the fictives." Suddenly, a dark, foreboding figure stepped into the Writers' Cafe. He/She/It had on a dark red cape. It flipped the cape back. It spoke. (It had a very deep voice, so everyone concluded it was a male.) "Attention, Little Writers. I am the Voice of the Fictives. They are tortured long enough! Free them, or you shall suffer great consequences!" "Like what?" "Hey, Yasmin, babe," the voice said flippantly, "I know your MUSES." ----------------- META: For anyone who's wondering, this is the evil personage who is unsepakably cruel, knows all the Muses, and frankly, talks to Muses about sadistic, evil things for them to inspire their writers with. Em The Fictive Rebellion Thursday, 25-Mar-99 09:32:05 159.218.12.53 writes: Mr. Sinister smiled as he helped up his newest member, "Hello my dear. How do you feel?" The member streached, "Like a Summers. Was I dead?" "Yes, but I brought you back." "Why?" "I made a deal with Rowan. You are my newest Maruader Maria." Maria streached in her new form. She looked like her normal self. But she felt more faster and stonger, more powerful. "I feel so much better. But why do I want to kill? I haven't felt like this since my high school days." Mr. Sinister smiled, "I altered your hormones. You are a killing machine now." Maria looked at him and asked, "I am?" "You are also an author now. You still got your superspeed. But you have your writing abilities back now." Maria smiled again, "Thank you. But I'm not a killer. I could tell you wanted me to be a Mauader killer. But the hormones was corrected." "By who." Rowan stepped out of the shadows, "By me. If she became a killer, she would want to kill off Maivk. I don't want this to turn into a grunge match." "We're leaving." Maria said defiantly. She picked up Rowan and ran off. ***** They ran till they were alone. Maria stopped and put him down. Rowan asked, "Are you alright?" "I feel so lightheaded. Mr. Sinister probrably forgot that my DNA was still mutating with my vial. I just need to focus a little." She concentrated till she became normal again. "Are you an author now?" Maria nodded, "Yep, but with the sinister changes done to my body, I think I might turn into a fictive whenever I get mad. Try to get me mad." Rowan nodded and said, "Those 10-10-647 number is so convienent. Everyday one low cost." Maria griminced and voosh. She became a Rogue, "Oh great _now_ I became Rogue!" Rowan said, "We better go to the other authors." "Sure thing Sugah!" She said as she picked him up to join the others. Maria Cline Re: The Fictive Rebellion Thursday, 25-Mar-99 19:15:58 198.209.223.180 writes: Ana sighed, all these bloody faceless, voices and capes telling them what to bloody do! Ah, well, at least they'd made it back to the Writer's Cafe in fairly safe condition. "Fine. Free them. How?" Ana demanded, hopping off her perch on the bar and walking towards the cloaked figure. "I mean, a Scarlet Witch and her goons already tried to do that once in here, you're gonna try how? Bribery? Tickling? Bloodletting?" The cloaked figure actually backed up a pace before the exasperated fury of the Writer before straightening and glaring right back. "No, by telling them the truth. They are mere pawns in the hands of you Writers! They are shadows, compared to what they could be! You keep them under your control--you're the Writers, after all." "Yeah, whatever," Ana grumbled and turned to stalk back to the bar, "But who's leading this silly revolt, anyway? And where are the ones that AREN'T revolting??" ---- Elsewhere. A Rogue fictive flew through the air, carrying the Writer known as Rowan. It was rather infortunate that Maria was no longer angry as she and Rowan plummeted to the Earth. "Do something!" Rowan screamed in fright. "I can't--make me angry!" "Ok. Um.. Scott is best used as a barnacle on a boat!" "Grrr... You made me mad, you little annoyance! The name's Blockbuster, here it and WEEP!!!" And as they continued plummeting to the Earth, Rowan had time for only an Oh, damn, before they hit. Of course, Blockbuster caused a rather nasty earthquake before they landed and a mountain also fell on them. It made quite a mess. ---- hugs, Ana Ana The Fictive Rebellion Thursday, 25-Mar-99 20:14:29 159.218.12.47 writes: Maria crawled out of the rubble. She is now an author and hence can resurrect herself again. "That's the third time I died in this story! I got to stop doing that." She heard a moan under the rubble. She gasped and remembered that Rowan didn't have any writing material with him. She pulled him out and gasped at the mangled body. "Oh No!" She yelled. She felt so guilty for killing him. He helped resurect her when she was dead. Then she remembered, "The vials." She pulled out several. "Better use my special fictive ones. The new stuff is too unstable." She pulled out a Wolverine vial and pour it down Rowan's thoat. Rowan instantly turned into Logan and his mutant healing factor saved his life. He asked, "What happened?" Maria Cline The Fictive Rebellion Thursday, 25-Mar-99 22:07:26 207.5.183.165 writes: Unfortunately, the healing factor served as a counteragent for the vial causing it to completely disappear from Rowan's body returning Rowan to his normal, dark elf self, and healing him completely. "Thanks for bringing me this far, but I have a deal to complete," Rowan said to Maria before he turned around and walked away, plans of where to send Sinister after he got him out of the Archie comic book series floating around in his head. _________________________________________________ OOOOoooooohhhhhhh!!!!! I've got an idea for an epilogue. Be afraid. Be...very...afraid. Mwhahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Rowan Re: Re: The Fictive Rebellion Thursday, 25-Mar-99 22:31:46 207.220.186.85 writes: The Dark Figure (tm) laughed an Evil Laugh(also tm). "You foolish child!" He roared at Ana. "You do not grasp the gravity of the situation! I am the Savior of the Fictives! I will not be put down. Fictives must RULE SubReality!" Em tugged on his Blood-Red Cape(tm, too...). "But you haven't given us any straight answers. Who gave the fictives a wedgie in the first place? I'm willing to bet my ball-point pen it's you. And by the by, you're my fictive, so ha!" The Dark Figure laughed. "I am beyond a normal fictive. I am a fictive from The Story That Would Not Die(tm)!" "But I haven't written one yet." "That will change, girl. I've been in your head since the beginning, and you ABANDONED me for different incarnations and I metastisized into a hideous parody of myself!" He shot a jet of flame, incinerating the Writer's Cafe and leaving the poor little writers exposed to the elements (and, incidentally, leaving them without a base). Then ,he vanished in a puff of smoke. "Oh, man, Em. Who is that?" "One of the guys that I have/had in my head. A prety early incarnation of him, too...he softened up a bit as he evolved. I also took focus off him in my further fantasies...I think he might be mad. After all, he did just happen to be an insane pyromaniac..." -------------------------- Yes, this is someone I had in my head. It's true. :) He won't go away. I rather like him, and I can't figure out why. Em Re: Re: Re: The Fictive Rebellion Friday, 26-Mar-99 00:57:14 195.178.16.2 writes: " Hi everyone" says Teri blinking her eyes against the smoke. "I know I'm quite new to writing but may I offer the services of Peer, if they could be useful." She has decided to stay with me. "Oh yeah I decided, like instead I'm going to announce who I am in the other Café" Phyllis thinks. "She could either go and try to infiltrate their café and reset from there or stay here and reset any fictives that get to close for comfort." Glaring at Teri Phyllis says, "Whoa, hang on a second Teri, you might be my writer but I get to make decisions as well. How about I go to their café and work from there until it gets unsafe. Then I can disappear from there and help out here if needed. By the way dear did you warn them that the Pad can be a bit temperamental?" What exactly does she mean Teri? We do not want to be reset even by accident, that happens enough elsewhere, Lyssie asked? "Well, um, you see I'm not all that good with mechanical things, but it won't reset you as long as Peer stays out of range, I think. There also seems to be a bit of variability in how long someone stays reset. Other than that it is quite stable". TeriJ The Fictive Rebellion Friday, 26-Mar-99 10:34:08 159.218.12.53 writes: Maria ran towards the Writer's cafe to find nothing but rubble, "What Happened?" Em looked at her, "Maria Cline! What happened to you? Your normal?!" Maria nodded, "I got caught by the fictives and I tried to go undercover since I was a fictive myself. But another fictive caught me and killed me." Em asked, "Who brought you back?" "Rowan and Mr. Sinister." Ana went up to her and yelled, "Well, while you were off playing Pheonix with magical vials. A dark demonic fictive came here and burned the place." She eyed her suspiciously, "How do we know that you're really Maria Cline?" "I am!" Maria yelled. Ana said in a suspicious way, "Oh yeah, how do we know that you're not some clone? Or maybe you're brainwashed by Mr. Sinister." Everyone gasped and looked at her. Maria growled, "I wasn't brainwashed. Please don't get me mad." Ana asked, "Why? You'll turn into Mrs Hyde? You are so stupid using untested vials on yourself." "Don't call me stupid!" Maria yelled as she changed into a... Maria Cline Re: The Fictive Rebellion Sunday, 28-Mar-99 01:50:27 198.247.6.9 writes: "See that?" Angel asked Majyk. Her fingers were intertwined in his short blonde hair, holding him up infront of a large window in her office. Her knee was shoved firmly into his back, pressing him so hard against the windowsill that the dull edge had begun to cause a searing pain in his abdomen. Angel was making sure that Majyk's gaze was directed to the blackened and charred remains of the cafe, he was sure of that. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Your friends are all gonna die? You know that right? I mean you know their chances fall pretty close to nil?" She pushed him into the windowsill again, making him grunt in pain. "See it?" she repeated, her voice laced with insanity. In fact, he didn't see it. His right eye was swollen and had become a dark purple, a thick white liquid had been seeping from it for quite awhile, and for some reason the other wouldn't focus. For that matter, he wasn't sure he wanted to see it, he knew Angel's office would have to be pretty high up to see the cafe from that distance and those heights would be just enough to breach complete histeria. In one movement, Angel whirled the beaten writer around and slammed him into a wall. He coughed, a few small flecks of blood dotting Angel's cheek. The past couple of hours had been the same since she had caught him just outside the compound. Since then she had shattered his left knee cap and snapped his right arm into a wholly unnatural position. She threw him into the wall again. "Fight back!" she barked into his face and smashed him back once more. Distantly, he heard a crack as his skull connected with the stone. "It's no fun if you don't fight back!" "I never knew you were so angry," he murmured, his voice breathy and disconnected. She shrugged. "Hey, you created me. Can't blame the child for faulty parents, huh? So. Let's see. What now? Already shattered your kneecap... Hey, I know. Why don't we just yank 'em off?" Grinning maniacally, she took her knife and sliced from the corner of his mouth into an upward curve, making him look like some sort of obscene clown. When he didn't respond Angel went off; she released him and he slumped to the floor. She yelled in frustration. "You know, you are really no fun! I mean, a decent person would at least pretend. Where's your decency?" She turned and went to her desk, searching for her letter opener. Majyk took advantage of the moment. Pulling himself up, he feebly staggered to the dark rectangle that he hoped was a door. Opening it, he grimaced at the staircase before him. It was steep and there was no railing. Majyk hesitated. Cautiously but hurriedly, he took one step down into the well. He paused and inhaled. Suddenly, something slammed into him from behind and he fell. His chest and arm hit the edge of a stair, a wet crack rang out as his wrist broke. His legs went up and over his head, ripping his achille's tendon on the edge of a step. Finally, he twisted around and slammed his head into a wall, breaking his neck. The last thing he saw was Angel standing above him, a contemptuous look on her face. She sighed. "Bored now." And then she left, down the stairs, past Majyk's still warm corpse, to find more fictives to torture. Val could do the big organized battle thing, but she didn't play well with others. Majyk Re: Fictive Rebellion Sunday, 28-Mar-99 02:45:10 205.242.93.52 writes: Ana rolled her eyes and watched uninterestedly as Maria morphed into yet another mutant (a rather skanky-looking Rahne), "Yeah, whatever Cline." Turning she surveyed the blackened 'Cafe and sighed again, "Y'know, this always happens to the SubCafe, but why US??" "Because you're all fools?" A Sauron screeched at them as it alighted. "Ah! My fellow sister-in-bondage! May I take you with me?" "But, I'm not--" The newly changed Maria tried to object. "No, no, Don't thank me, c'mon!" Sauron wrapped an arm around her waist and they were off into the sky. Yasmin sighed and searched through the rubble, eventually unearthing a laptop that was still working. "I hate it when this happens." "What, a Writer can't get out of Mary Sue complex? The 'Cafe gets burnt down? My drink--" Ana yelped, "My drink gets blown up?!??! Damn you!" She checked and refrained from doing her Heston impression. Rolling her eyes Yasmin typed a few notes on the keyboard and a disk popped into existence. She then inserted the disk into the keyboard and hit run. The Writer's Cafe began reforming around them, shimmering into existence from a blue grid. "There, happy?" "Um, isn't something missing?" Em asked, cautiously as they all surveyed the renewed 'Cafe. "Oh!" Yasmin nodded and tapped a few more keys. With a *vwoorp* tables, chairs and drinks shifted back into existence. "Better," Ana grumbled. She hopped back onto the bar and rescued her glass of rose tequila. "Y'know, Toots, I'm beginning to think this was a bad gig," Pinochio said to Yasmin as she dropped back into her chair with a sigh. "Oh?" "Give it up, Pinny, you *know* this place was made for you," Spiral snorted from the bar. "Oh.. Right," He blinked, "I'll go watch the door now, 'K?" Em hopped up onto a chair, "So, what're we gonna do now?" ------ Elsewhere. Val was being harrassed. It wasn't a pretty sight, two strong women fighting--one WAS more sadistic than the other, however. "Look, I'm BORED. Give me something to do! Torture would be nice." Angel snapped. "Remember, what I know about you," she added, leaning in close an awful glint in her eyes. "OK," Val slumped in defeat. "Next fictive--one that I *don't* need--you can have." Angel clapped her hands, "Oh, peachy!!" "Yes." Val replied softly. ----- Sauron shrieked angrily, "YOU! You are neither a mutant, nor a fictive!! ARRggggh!!!" He had just unsuccessfully tried to suck the life-force out of the Rahne he'd kidnapped. "I *did* try to tell you," Maria pointed out, irritably. She was still rather angry and hadn't shifted back yet. It was making her even more annoyed as the leather she had shifted into CHAFED. "Well, I have no use for you, and neither will they back at headquarters. I can't let you live, either." Sauron sighed, "Another person to kill, another day." "What!??" Grumbling, Sauron hopped back into the air, his claws wrapped around Maria's wrists. He flapped and flapped, finally he started coasting and watching the ground. "There!" he cried, exultant. "Goodbye, missy. Sweet dreams." It was a short fall as falls go. To Maria it was probably longer, but, hey. It's all in the perception. Like, the perception of the spike of rock she landed on, was that the thing impaled upon it was supremely unexpected. It also was a little irritated at the amount of blood that proceeded to pour out of the feebly struggling thing, that eventually stopped struggling and froze. It was to be even further irritated at the fact that the thing would stay there for all time. ----- hugs, Ana Ana Back Again Sunday, 28-Mar-99 16:33:32 159.218.12.48 writes: Like before Maria grew more angry. She was dying again. She felt her virtually dead form mutating into The Dragon. His incredible healing factor saved her. Dragon broke off the rock and limped away. She was mad. She was furious at the fact that she had been getting killed too many times. "That's it! I'm going to stop this revolt all by myself! I will not go through the process of getting killed every five posts!" She mutated again from a superfreak cop to even more powerful character. She became Onslaught. "The first thing I'm going to do is kill that Angel and Saroun. After that maybe Majyk, Ana, and whoever is going to stop me." Onslaught said as she went to her destination. Maria is often a forgiving soul but whenever she get killed more than three times, in the same story, she will hold a long long grunge. A very mad Maria Cline The Fictive Rebellion/Some Meta, too. Sunday, 28-Mar-99 23:11:14 207.220.182.124 writes: Let's get this Meta outta the way. PLEASE don't kill anyone too much. Please. This is causing a lot of trouble. If I'd know, I'd never have started this. Maria's died too many times. Let's not pick on her. Let her live and breathe and post. With that out of the way, on to my part. ;) "So, what will we do? This goofy UnWritten of mine..." "How do you think he got out of Cafe Concepto, anyway?" Yasmin asked. Both heads turned to Lyssie for an answer. Em Fictives Rebellion: Enter ONSLAUGHT! Monday, 29-Mar-99 15:06:59 142.55.115.112 writes: "I AM ONSLAUGHT, BRIEF MORTALS! BEHOLD MY MIGHTY HAND! XAVIER, I MEAN, CLINE IS GONE! ONLY ONSLAUGHT REMAINS!" The figure in garish purple and red armor hovered over the landscape, energy crackling about it. The writers and fictives fled in terror, all fearing the wrath of the great Onslaught. "BEHOLD MY MIGHTY HAND! LOOKA THAT! IT'S A DAMN MIGHTY HAND!" Onslaught cackled, booming voice echoing across the landscape. He reached the city scape in Subreality, a miniture New York. There, standing on the top of a building, beside the fallen bodies of Gambit and the Hulk, stood Captain America and a dark haired man in a torn gi. "I AM ONSLAUGHT! BEHOLD MY MIGHTY HAND! THIS BIG MUTHA RIGHT HERE!" Cline/Onslaught branished one giant clawed hand at the two. Ryu leaped back out of the fray as Captain America charged into face her. "YOU ARE... CHALLENGING ME?" "Stars and Stripes!" Shouted the Sentinal of Liberty as he crashed into her, shield first. A boot slammed into her armored midsection and she was thrown into the air to have him crash down feet first on her. "BAH, GNAT!" Onslaught released a barrage of energy, stunning the Captain. A blast of Magneto like magnetic beams cost him his shield, and a rain of Sentinal bombs had the Captain on the ground. With tremedous effort, he leaped away from the battle, to be replaced by the man in the gi. "YOU WILL POSE NO CHALLENGE!" Onslaught's giant hand came down to attack the man. However, her mighty blow was blocked by the small figure, and he returned her blow with a tremendous uppercut, one which sent him into the air. "I AM ONSLAUGHT! REMEMBER THE HAND!" The figure seemed not to notice, jumping back from her attack and raising his hands to his waist. "SHORYUKEN!" A giant beam of energy burst from the man's hands, like a beam of pure light, slamming into the face of Onslaught. With a cry, the armor cracked and broke, Onslaught exploding into a thousand pieces, gone from Subreality forever. A wary Captain America limped up to his partner, hand in a salute. "Thumbs up, Ryu." But Ryu had to leave, always searching to improve his martials arts, and find new people to test himself against. The horizen and the next challenge calls to him... *** "-and the bus calls to us, Bryant. C'mon or we're going to miss it." Lee slung his bag over his shoulder. Bryant shrugged as he slotted 'DEX' into the top ten board. "Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to beat it again." Bryant grinned and hoisted his on bag up. "So, how's the fan club?" Lee joked as they left the arcade and the Marvel Universe ve Capcom game. "The sixteen year olds are coming out of the woodwork, man." Bryant laughed as the door closed. *** FIN Dex Re: Re: Fictive Rebellion Tuesday, 30-Mar-99 03:45:10 202.189.10.75 writes: Yasmin typed busily at her laptop, trying to make some sense out of the ideas swirling in her head. The Captain leaned back in her chair, looking somewhat happier. The Cafe was rebuilt, the drinks were flowing, and the Writers were writing. What could go wrong? As a presence registered itself in Yasmin's consciousness, she had a horrible feeling that the Bill for Murphy's Law had just been passed by Parliament. "I am not pleased." The Writer looked up, and attempted a smile. "Uh, hello Peregrine," she greeted the Writer's Cafe Manager nervously. He gave her a hard look. The fact that he deigned to leave his office and the never-ending paperwork was evidence how of serious he thought the problem was. "You know why I'm here," he said, reading her thoughts. "Look, Peregrine -- I'm sorry Maria destroyed the Cafe, but there was nothing I could do about that. What I can do is to rebuild this place." She sighed. "I'm staying far away from this prigjin mess, and concentrate on writing." "That is wise of you," he replied, aloof. Then his tone sharpened, becoming as hard as diamond. "But if this happens again, I will not be caught unaware and defenseless. We will retaliate." "But..." "My Writer may have retired, Lady Yasmin, but I still have some Writer powers left, as well as magic. Henry is a mutant and a scientist. Makoto-san is Sailor Jupiter. Lady Shiva and Pinocchio... have their own talents." He smiled grimly. "Of course, hurt Alfred and a few dozen Batmans come running. As you can see, we are not the meek Subreality Cafe staff, who had to capitulate to the Writers' every whim. This is our domain." She winced at the description of the SC staff, but did not comment. "I don't suppose I can talk you out of this," Yasmin sighed. "No." He stood up. "I just thought you should know. I have already briefed Seraph." Yasmin watched him walk back to his office, controlled anger in every step. She looked down at her laptop, shrugged, and went back to work. "You think they'll win?" the Captain asked softly. "I don't know... but I'll tell you one thing -- they have a pretty good chance." Yasmin M. Re: Fictive Rebellion Tuesday, 30-Mar-99 09:20:06 207.220.180.210 writes: Em looked the Manager right in the eye. "Y'mean...you're revolting too? But...we PAY you(kinda)! You get publicity (sorta)!" The Manager sighed. "The fictives are tortured and hurt. I don't believe it's right. Besides, I believe I am one. (Dumb kid.)" he rolled his eyes and stalked off. "Oh, MAN! What now?" Em