HAY! YOU LEAVE ME BE MEANIES!

Yells up to the jacuzzi

LYNOOOOORA!

Jack Hammer wrote:

Margarinefrog wrote:

Jack Hammer wrote:

Malice Jack wrote:

Malice slingshots the peasant down into the lake's farther side

Man, you missed the froggies. Either we need more froggies at this party, a better launcher, or you need better aim.

Looks up from his Spongebob Shaggoth towel

HAY! No molesterin' us froggies or Lynora will make you sorry!

I have to aggravate lynora-Jill. It's in the bylaws.

I wonder if she would get mad if we put one of the froggies in the jack-apult?

At least you'd get more airtime out of it. The peasant didn't go far with the bikini top. Not enough elasticity.

Though he did fit it there. Very impressive. looks sidewise at the jacuzzi party

HAY! YOU LEAVE ME BE MEANIES!

Yells up to the jacuzzi

LYNOOOOORA!

*puts hand over froggies' mouth* Shhh! *walks over to the Jack-apult with froggie in hand*

Margarinefrog wrote:

HAY! YOU LEAVE ME BE MEANIES!

Yells up to the jacuzzi

LYNOOOOORA!

*puts hand over froggies' mouth* Shhh! *walks over to the Jack-apult with froggie in hand*

*Jack Hammer distracts the lovely hot tub ladies with a fresh tray of drinks and the best 'How YOU doin' imitation he can muster*

Stretches the top back and looks to JRHM

You may fire when ready Gridley!

MMMRRRRRFF!

*Jack Hammer distracts the lovely hot tub ladies with a fresh tray of drinks and the best 'How YOU doin' imitation he can muster*

The preiestess grabs her drink with a smile

What are your two buddies up to there?

Jack Hammer wrote:

*Jack Hammer distracts the lovely hot tub ladies with a fresh tray of drinks and the best 'How YOU doin' imitation he can muster*

The preiestess grabs her drink with a smile

What are your two buddies up to there?

Just setting up a volleyball game. Hey, are those real?

Looks offended.

You NEVER ask a lady that... But yes

Stretches the top back and looks to JRHM

You may fire when ready Gridley!

*Aims for frog pond* *launches the frog* Houston, we have lift off!

The dryad and succubus giggle and grab their fresh mimosas.

Looks offended.

You NEVER ask a lady that... But yes

tries his best to look abashed

*Now that the hot tub crew has been suitably distracted his brothers launched without interruption*

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee.....

The small frog rapidly flys over the horizon

MJ looks over at the French Chef

Hey Frenchie! Hows about breaking in the new Viking Grill? Maybe some Franch Fries or some Franch bread?

But of course, but eet ees no longer a Vikeeng greel, eet ees a Gallic greel! Oui oui!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee.....

The small frog rapidly flys over the horizon

Hey, what was that?

Margarinefrog wrote:

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee.....

The small frog rapidly flys over the horizon

Hey, what was that?

*Spies flying frog. Eyes widen with horror/anger. Turns to Jack Hammer.*
You were in on that weren't you? You were distracting me so you could launch my froggy friend? You....you....
*Slaps his face and storms off in the direction that the frog was launched.*

Why do I get blamed for everything? Now it'll be my fault that she has to cast Cure Light Wounds on her hand.

*turns to the rest of the hot tub hunnies*

So, how the rest of you doin'?

Why do I get blamed for everything? Now it'll be my fault that she has to cast Cure Light Wounds on her hand.

You're a guy. It's always going to be your fault. Don't you know anything? :)

Jack Hammer wrote:

Why do I get blamed for everything? Now it'll be my fault that she has to cast Cure Light Wounds on her hand.

You're a guy. It's always going to be your fault. Don't you know anything? :)

It's my thick adamantium skull again.

Hey do you think the two nets would hold up to launching ourselves between them? Maybe like a perpetual motion thing? Maybe we could go faster than the mood changes and all would be good.

Jack's Right Hand Man wrote:

Jack Hammer wrote:

Why do I get blamed for everything? Now it'll be my fault that she has to cast Cure Light Wounds on her hand.

You're a guy. It's always going to be your fault. Don't you know anything? :)

It's my thick adamantium skull again.

Hey do you think the two nets would hold up to launching ourselves between them? Maybe like a perpetual motion thing? Maybe we could go faster than the mood changes and all would be good.

It's worth a try.

Jack Hammer wrote:

Jack's Right Hand Man wrote:

Jack Hammer wrote:

Why do I get blamed for everything? Now it'll be my fault that she has to cast Cure Light Wounds on her hand.

You're a guy. It's always going to be your fault. Don't you know anything? :)

It's my thick adamantium skull again.

Hey do you think the two nets would hold up to launching ourselves between them? Maybe like a perpetual motion thing? Maybe we could go faster than the mood changes and all would be good.

It's worth a try.

With that Jack Hammer climbs into the Jackapult and launches himself into the Kobold launcher. Back and forth he goes.

Hey! This is fun!

...

*turns to the rest of the hot tub hunnies*

So, how the rest of you doin'?

The three giggle and sip their drinks.

The sun begins to set over the clubhouse pond, painting the sky in rich streaks of red and crimson. Malice wheels out a turntable and some speakers.

Evil Monkey disappears for a bit and returns in full Tommy Bahama rig. The tribble monkeys flap nearby, sipping Sam Adams.

Malice calls over the loud music to his Jack comrades.

Hey! Time to chill out on the slinging ... It's club time!

But of course, but eet ees no longer a Vikeeng greel, eet ees a Gallic greel! Oui oui!

Squee squee!

The small pink rodent stations himself nearby the grill, eager for dropped BBQ

The fiendish dryad and her succubus friend disappear briefly, returning clad in minidresses and heels. The priestess of Calistria opts for a more elegant dropfront dress. The three cluster at the DJ booth, sipping drinks.

We have assimilated the proper approach to this.

Deploys three units of Dr. Prometheus Bunbury's Wacky Weave Destabilizer.

Sniffs around the French Chef than gives sad doggy eyes, tail wagging

*whine*

*Flies in on her dragon friend. Climbs off and sets Margarinefrog gently down.*

Oh, no one told me that this was fancy dress.

*Bites lip as she considers what to do.*

Deploys three units of Dr. Prometheus Bunbury's Wacky Weave Destabilizer.

The three suddenly are standing in a pile of unwoven threads.

*Flies in on her dragon friend. Climbs off and sets Margarinefrog gently down.*

Oh, no one told me that this was fancy dress.

*Bites lip as she considers what to do.*

Prepares another Dr. Prometheus Bunbury's Wacky Weave Destabilizer for you.

Malice calls over the loud music to his Jack comrades.

Hey! Time to chill out on the slinging ... It's club time!

Ok. Partee!

lynora-Jill wrote:

*Flies in on her dragon friend. Climbs off and sets Margarinefrog gently down.*

Oh, no one told me that this was fancy dress.

*Bites lip as she considers what to do.*

Prepares another Dr. Prometheus Bunbury's Wacky Weave Destabilizer for you.

*Realizes the advantages of wearing an adamantium chainmail bikini.*

*Flies in on her dragon friend. Climbs off and sets Margarinefrog gently down.*

Oh, no one told me that this was fancy dress.

*Bites lip as she considers what to do.*

Looks over at Lynora

Well, since I have to get a new dress, you want to check out the closets in this place? I looked earlier, looks like Imelda Marcos and Paris Hilton were robbed and the goods were stuffed in there!

Gives the Borg a hard stare

You're lucky I borrowed that Vera Wang buddy ... HMF!

Stalks off

Hops down and beelines for the 'catapult' dock

Dey still launchin' stuff?

The dryad and succubus follow the priestess as she heads for the clubhouse, coyly giggling.

*Follows the Priestess of Calistria inside.*
Ooh, I hope they have something in white.

*Follows the Priestess of Calistria inside.*

Ooh, I hope they have something in white.

Uh oh. Looks like lynora-Jill's gonna get 'nitiated. Let's watch!

A small monkey dressed in wizard's robes poofs onto the DJ booth.

Everyone, KC and I have addressed our issues. There is peace among the boards again. I am relaxing my anti-koboldian wards. Prepare yourselves.

Waves his staff and the scene stutters just a bit

It is done. Kobolds are allowed.

Disappears in another puff of smoke

*Poofs in*
WHEEEEEEEEEE!!!

*Walks in*
What's all dis? We ken anter now? Nahs.
Lets pahtay.

They forgot the mosquitos!

Bzzzzzzzzz............

*Teleports in*
Wael, ain't this a nahs plahs?
*Settles down*

They forgot the mosquitos!

Bzzzzzzzzz............

Hey!

Alright, the aliasi of KC are taking over this thread. ;)
You have been warned.

*Follows the Priestess of Calistria inside.*

Ooh, I hope they have something in white.

I saw some nice evening wear, and some nice clubbing rigs as well ...

The voices fade as the girls enter the clubhouse

*Looks at all of the Kobolds* *sigh* Are you certain you can't turn that anti-kobold device back on?

*Looks up while trying to chew anti-kobold device*
Huh?

lynora-Jill wrote:

*Follows the Priestess of Calistria inside.*

Ooh, I hope they have something in white.

Uh oh. Looks like lynora-Jill's gonna get 'nitiated. Let's watch!

tugs oh JH

Hey Mistah Jack can you sling me to the froggie pond? Please?

gives sad froggie eyes

Blood_Sample wrote:

They forgot the mosquitos!

Bzzzzzzzzz............

Hey!

*Shoots*

*Ducks*

*gives TW the middle finger*

*Shoots back*

I diswike fwogs.

*Looks at all of the Kobolds* *sigh* Are you certain you can't turn that anti-kobold device back on?

Sighs

Well, blame the monkey. Then again, he has great demithread creation skillz!

Spins a fast-beat techno track