[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

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Originally posted by Zola quote: Originally posted by Pygmalion Next time, Roger, give it some choke! It'll start right up, then! Pygmalion biker momma For some reason, that made me lmao... You guys are the reason my family thinks I am completely insane, I hope you realize that!

Not only do we realise that, we secretly strive to make it happen as much as possible.

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Originally posted by WingnutNot only do we realise that, we secretly strive to make it happen as much as possible.

I knew it! I knew it!

I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE, JUST YOU WAIT!

*Note from Falcon7-- Excuse me, we've called the men in the white coats. Zola's going to be going away for a nice rest. Don't worry!*

Sorry Zola, you weren't suppose to know about our plans until next week.

**Zoinks** We would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for those meddling kids!

It was a crisp autumn day at least by Paradigm standards. Leaves fell gracefully to the ground and children played in them. Oranges, passionate reds, and browns dominated. It was funny that even people who knew that this was all created could still marvel at it in awe. Was it a human reaction,or where all of this people just bringing back old memories ones that were tucked away in the back of their minds. Roger sat on a bench in a public park, something he hadn't done in ages. He wasn't dressed in a sharp black suit but a simple white shirt covered by a tan trenchcoat. Soft tufts of black hair messily layered on his scalp wavered in the wind.People passed by they seemed not to care that he was sitting there, it didn't matter to them who he was or what he did. A passing glance by curious onlookers, maybe.
Dorothy: Mind if I......
Roger: Go right ahead Dorothy.
Roger said knowingly.
Roger: You're acting like quite the young lady today.
Dorothy: Have I?
There was a humanity to Dorothy's voice even pleadingly so.
Roger looked at Dorothy as she primed her skirt on the bench. She wasn't wearing her black dress any longer but a lite flowing pink dress. It was quite evident that she had broken the rule but Roger figured he'd let it slide today.
Roger: Dorothy, that dress isn't quite appropriate for a day like this.
Dorothy: Roger I love it so......and I'm not human so why shouldn't I wear what I like when I like. Fall,Spring,Winter,or summer it makes no difference to me.After all
Roger: life is not caring about appearances......
Dorothy: You've taught me that Roger, so why can't I follow the same rule as you and Angel?
Roger:You've right Dorothy, you have the right to do what makes you happy.
Roger thought about how misable a real girl would be, how she would dread having her future limited like Dorothy's she will serve him til he dies. Who would take an andriod in.At best she could be treated as a child plaything. A living doll that can play, and sing. But when that little girl or boy grows up, what then. What will become of Dorothy.
Dorothy: Those peguins look hungary......
Dorothy took a loft of bread from her basket and broke a piece off.
Dorothy: Roger do you mind?
Roger shook his head.
Roger: What then Dorothy,what then.
Dorothy: We go home.
Roger: Would you be happier if you were with your father instead of with me.
Dorothy: Either way I can't feel true happiness. But Every child, born or created longs for their parent.
Roger: That is very deep Dorothy.
Dorothy: But I can't explan why I long to be with you also.
Roger: Dorothy......
Roger helped Dorothy up. She put her arm in his.
Roger: We should get going because it is going to be a long walk home from here.
Dorothy: You make it seem like we will never get their when....... I feel I am home.
Roger: Why?
Dorothy: Well you are here with me are you not?

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Originally posted by Zola quote: Originally posted by Pygmalion Next time, Roger, give it some choke! It'll start right up, then! Pygmalion biker momma For some reason, that made me lmao... You guys are the reason my family thinks I am completely insane, I hope you realize that!

Bikers don't bother with innuendo. That's what's funny.

Pygmalion

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Originally posted by Pygmalion Bikers don't bother with innuendo. That's what's funny.

True, very true.

*Looks around nervously*

I've escaped, don't tell Falcon7 I was here, okay?

*Zola sneaks off into the shadows*

GummiBear, that was sweet. I love it. Subtle, yet strong. Keep it up.

Eternal sadness, bu those few moments make it worth while.

Wonderful work, GummiBear.

This isn't really a scene per say but I wanted to share it!
It was somewhere close to the end of the world,at least the one known as Paradigm city. A manor with no owner but where only ghosts of a civiliazation lost forty years ago lived. Fine pieces of majestic oak furniture and grand portraits still had managed to grasp a hold of the walls.This was the place the Waynerights called home. Whoever that young girl was she must have dreaded this horrible dugeon of formalities,manners, and money. All this considering this house looked like no place for a young lady. Everything about that place reeked of a certain masculinity, sterness that could only come from the heart of a lonely man. But in one corner at least there was a princesses haven. Draped in white lace,drizzeled in pink and blue silk, that sleeped in silence for more than forty years. A little world of treasures. A chest filled with this girls long forgotten dolls and on her bed lay a stuffed teddy bear almost untouched by time as if waiting for Dorothy to come home once more.

GummiBear, you'll see how I handled that in my third fic.

Dorothy's haven - more than anyone would have known!

And that was a lovely illustration of the Wayneright Mansion.

very nice, Gummibear

As we all know, the man called Schwartzwald was once Michael Seebach, investigative journalist. As an investigator, he was known for his uncompromising devotion to the Truth. Indeed, it was his obsession with the Truth that led him down the Dark Path to becoming the man called Schwartzwald.

Now, for the first time, we have a transcript of the very last interview of Michael Seebach had with Alex Rosewater, one day befopre his reign of terror.

SEEBACH: It was good of you to give this interview, Mr. Rosewater. I know you're a very busy man, so I'll come right to the point ... [ahem]
ROSEWATER: Yes?
S: Do you still beat your wife and kids?
R (confused): I don't have a wife and children.
S (scribbling): "Rosewater Family Mysteriously Disappears Amid Rumors of Domestic Abuse"
R: Wait a second! They did not disappear!
S (scribbling): "Rosewater Denies Involvement In Missing Wife and Children". Do you think they left because of the constant beatings?
R: I never beat my wife and children because I never HAD them!
S (scribbling): "Rosewater Admits Living In Sin - 'All My Children Are Bastards' Brags Paradigm Playboy."
R: Will you please stop that and ask serious questions?!
S: Is it true you're actually a mouse in a robotic suit?
R: WHAT?!
S (scribbling): "'No comment' says Rosewater on Mouse Scandal." Is it true that you're a bedwetter?
R: I can't believe you asked me that!
S (scribbling): "Rosewater Vehemently Denies Bedwet-Gate Charges. Press Digs Into Cover-Up. Link to Mouse Scandal?"
R: There is NO mouse scandal and no bedwetting! This is a joke!
S (scribbling): "Rosewater Considers Bedwetting Entertaining - A Look Into The Pervert's Mind"
R: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!
S (scribbling): "Rosewater Confused - Signs of Alzheimer's?" What a story!
R (sweating): Er ... Mr Seebach ... Let's not be hasty here. Perhaps if we start over -
S (scribbling): "Rosewater Attempts To Muzzle Press!" What a scandal!
R (grabbing SEEBACH's wrist): You freak! Will you stop that?!
S (scribbling and grinning): "Rosewater Gropes Reporter!" "Paradigm Pervert's Shame Unveiled!" (looking at ROSEWATER with a serious expression). I should let you know that I'm straight and even if I weren't, the bedwetting thing is a turnoff.
R (shaking fists in air): I AM NOT GAY AND NOT A BEDWETTER!
S (scribbling): "Rosewater Reverses Position On Bedwetting Gays!" (ponders) Kinky ...
R (turning red): THAT'S IT! (gestures to goons) Take this idiot somewhere, stick his head in a traffic cone filled with crazy-glue, and set it on fire! (stomps out of room)
S (scribbling as he is frogmarched away): What a story! "Rosewater Denounces Environmental Movement!"

hahahahaha thats great Prince-Consort Tesser! Almost makes you feel bad for Alex......almost

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Originally posted by Prince-Consort Tesser S: Is it true you're actually a mouse in a robotic suit? R: WHAT?! S (scribbling): "'No comment' says Rosewater on Mouse Scandal."

Troz.

That was too much. Good one, dude.

Here's a short one.

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** Roger is by the fireplace and Angel approaches him.**
Roger: Hey, don’t get so close.
Angel: Why not? Are you afraid of me?
Roger: No. I just know if you get too close, that I am going to…
Angel: Roger, you are sweating. Looks like you are getting hot.
Roger: Oh yeah, I sure am.
Angel: Well, what are you waiting for? Afraid that it may hurt?
Roger: Believe me, it will hurt all over. But, I am not sure that you can take it.
Angel: You know I can. ** She proceeds to kiss Roger. **
** Dorothy casually passes by. **
Angel: ** Staring at Dorothy ** Do you mind? We are having an intimate moment!
Dorothy: Don’t mind me. I am just dropping off Roger’s flu medicine. Please continue.
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I know I promised to curtail the innuendos, but I couldn't help it.

Yatta! I can get to writing the promised scene!

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Roger placed his hand on Angel's shoulder as tears streamed down her face in the control room. She turned and looked up at him - at both Roger and Dorothy standing beside her.

Dorothy intoned, "Roger the Negotiator ... "

"Roger ... Roger ... "

Roger felt the scene fade away, his mind whirling through an abyss, the realm of dreams.

"Roger Smith, wake up."

Roger snapped his eyes open, seeing his maid standing next to the bed.

"Good," she said. "Breakfast in ten minutes."

Roger sat up as the blonde woman left. He rubbed his hand over his face and looked around the room to place everything back in it's place.

He got up to the bathroom, hearing the shower running. He poked his head into the shower stall. "I had a freaky weird dream, Dora-girl."

Dorothy Smith, his wife, smiled broadly. "I wondered why you were muttering 'Big O - Action' in your sleep, love." She leaned toward him and kissed him. "Was I anywhere in it?"

"Yeah. You were my android maid. Ow!"

Dorothy pulled the backbrush away from his head. "Your maid AND being an android??? Mr. Smith, you're a louse."

"Not as bad as what I dreamed of your family - your dad was a megalomanical jerk with a giant robot, your brother was a petty crook, and your mother was a scary lady with a German-French accent."

She laughed, turning the water off. "Sounds about right. Anyone else you met in Kansas, Toto?"

She wrapped a towel around herself as he went to getting dressed.

"That damn critic Schwarzwald was a nutter of a reporter trying to find the Truth - he was dressed in bandages for some reason."

"That head injury was a while ago, darling."

Roger paused. "Come to think of it, our maid Angel was in it as a Mata Hari type, and my agent Norman was my butler."

"And what were you?"

"I was a professional negotiator. I even piloted a giant version of our son's toy robot."

Dorothy giggled as she went to drying her hair. "Danny would be happy to hear that."

Roger smiled. "Thank God it was only a dream ... I'd hate to think that my lead actor Alan was a psychopathic cyborg with a drill on his hand."

Dorothy wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his ear. "It was all a dream, my darling love." She kissed his mouth, probing with her tongue. "You know, I think you should write that up. It sounds intriguing."

"I'm just a director, my love."

She nodded. "But you have such a vivid imagination. Perhaps Gordon will accept a script from you at last."

Roger kissed the tip of her nose. "He just might."

Dorothy left the bathroom and Roger looked at his reflection as he strapped his watch on. After a moment, he raised the watch to his mouth and whispered, "Big O - showtime!"

Nothing happened. He smiled and left the bathroom, flicking the light out as he went.

Great stuff. The origins of Big O exposed.

very nice. I've come up with two ideas for this thread now, and both of them have beat me upside the head and demanded that i at least upgrade them to shortfics, if not full fanfics.. so it'll be a while before they show up... in the meantime, I am racking my brain-meats for some tasty scene-goodness.

I remember the first time I saw her. I was helping Uncle Henry at his market stand, when they walked up; the tall old man and the short young woman, both in black.

“Good morning, Mr. Lonsway,” said the old man, and Uncle Henry said, “Good morning, Mr. Burg.” Then I placed him. He worked for the rich guy who lives over on East 72nd. Two dozen eggs a week. I pulled two cartons out of the cooler and placed them on the table.

“Miss Dorothy, this is Mr. Lonsway; Mr. Lonsway, Dorothy Waynewright ,” introduced Mr. Burg. “Miss Dorothy is assisting me.”

“I’m pleased to meet you, miss,” replied Uncle Henry. “This is my nephew Frank. He’s helping at the farm this summer.” She looked at me then and I couldn’t breathe. I must have said something at last, because she looked away and I could move again. I risked a look at her. It was ok if she wasn’t looking at me, so I sneaked peeks at her while the two men talked. There was something about her that reminded me of a red-polled black-and-white bird I had once seen in a picture. She didn’t belong here, in this dingy market, on this grubby street, in this broken town.

“Next week, then, Mr. Lonsway,” said Mr. Burg. He and Dorothy Wayneright walked away. And I watched her leave.

Pygmalion, you beat me to the punch. I was writing something similar to you story. I like it, it was subtle and nice.