[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

well...it COULD one... haha but i really wanted it to take place in the past(the rpg story i mean).....ya know.... the "event" repeats itself agian and agian when "god sleeps"....yea ehm.... yup.... im thinking about what the next serious one will be... iv got auite a few ideas....

and yea.. schwarzwald will still be searching in it...


EDIT: i need to break out my "The Sims" haha.... see about that survior if noone else does...

Another Psychotic Movie Blurb occurred to me ...

"It was great when it all began ... "

The Paradigm City Picture Show is a 'memory-loss nightmare beyond any measure'. Relive Gordon Rosewater's sinfully twisted salute to mind-f***ing, sci-fi, Batman, and jazz music - starring Alan Gabriel (in his classic gender-bending performance), Roger Smith (arsehole!), and Angel (slut - not yet, give her a chance!). Do the 'Time Warp' (renamed 'Big Venus Rewind') with Dorothy and Norman and sing 'Hot Patootie' (renamed 'Burn-Baby-Burn!') with Schwarzwald again ... and again ... and again ... at home, or in a movie theatre, where it will probably be playing another 40 years!

(A little way of announcing that I'll be working on an RHPS cast this year for Halloween. ^_^ Be afraid, be very afraid.)

This one isnt very long... but it still means something..

The man around the corner...

:: in a dark alley way... a man with bandages over his head is sitting near a box and some blankets with a bottle of wine in his hand::

Schwarzwald with a small eagerness in his voice, "Now tell me Sirfic... what can you tell me now that you have your wine now?"
Sirfic opening the bottle, "Well... lets see... where to begin... this R-D fellow... Red destiny it stands for it does. Was created by a great man. Knew his craft well. But say I must he has been hassled by many. Wanting to make weapons. Many were kept secret from the pubic. But a few found out about his arrangements. Assumed he was a madmen they did. Spread such gossip all over.
(takes a large gulp of the wine)
Got in much trouble. Tried to get him assinated few did. They were afraid. Got careless they did. I respected him. Great man he was. Would have made a good father too... for human child too. He made many androids.
They all could learn . He took care of them good.
(takes a smaller drink from the wine bottle)
Alas many them were kidnapped and killed. Before killed the kidnapers did horrible things to them... having their own will and all... I feel sorry for them. May seem strange or hard to believe, but I think they had souls able to live, feel, and care. Rumored a few are left out there. There has to be... good people they would have made.
(stares at the wine for a second and takes only a drink the amount of a hand full)
Hu... sad... I hate those people... well at least they got their memories taken... wont ever do it again.
Haha... that omega... he was the best thing that ever came... took all those hurt full people away... at least for a bit. I hear around that he was a god."
Schwarzwald looking surprised, " You... hear around?! From who?"
Sirfic with a peaceful face and now a soft and quite voice, " ah... well there are rumors going around. That paradigm co. A few buggers says that he will return... memories returning. A few claim to remember. Only 1 man is correct. He quite his job out of fear I hear. I'm sure a man like you knows about Big Ear? Asked him I did and he told me this. In an edited out post in the newspaper, He says that the god of existence will rise up and reset the world or something. I don't really understand it. He quoted it. The man said it in a subliminal message... but it was caught before it could get out to... most of the pubic. He ran away to somewhere out of paradigm. I don't know where he is or what his name was... but he would make a good source for you wanderer... I'll be praying omega's soul to bless you. I hope you find all you need...
(looks at wine and places it aside)
You want it? I think you will need it more than me... get thirsty on the road maybe?"
Schwarzwald walking away, in a slightly nervous voice, "err... no thanks... I don’t need such things... I... I may come back to k about omega."
Sirfic in a still calm voice, "sure friend... may the true god, omega, grant your wish."

HAHAHA IS HE TELLING THE TRUTH OR IS HE JUST DRUNK!!! NOBODY KNOWS!!!

What do you guys think about Dorothy and refrigerator magnets?


Also, where is Dorothy's source of income? Does Roger have a credit card in their names or does he just throw her his wallet. Someone gimme a hand. THIS IS FOR THE ROLEPLAY.

It's my guess that Roger sets aside a certain ammount of money to use as spending cash for things like food or wants. Norman would probably tak money from this stash as needed, and I guess Dorothy would too. Of course, she'd only have to shop 4 food, wouldn't she? Wait, she DID get Roger that tie...

Same thing that happens to bender! Sing country folk song! No, we've seen her with pretty big magnets and there's just a few sparks and that's it. Maybe it would keep make her turning to whatever direction it was attached to her..

Lessee, the arrangement is that Dorothy had to pay off her debt to Roger for protecting her. But, considering how Norman interpreted the presence of Dorothy, she probably gets a small salary because she is 'hired help' (have to figure out what the labor laws are, as well as taxes).

Of course, Roger probably has a petty cash fund tucked around somewhere which can be used for anything from emergency clean up to 'forgot so-and-so's birthday, need to get a present quick'. I understand that fictional millionaires always have a petty cash box somewhere for the staff to use in an emergency.

Schwarzwald ... that was fun. However, I keep seeing Sirfic as looking like Yoda because of the way he talked. Was that intentional?

haha...well no... but uhhh his hEAD i ment to look alot like this... well except with a brown cloak...... and some wine stains...

yeah ok... fine... i took it from another game... b come on... look at roger... and all the scientists in anime... they all look almost exactly the same


mabey i could do some editing in mspaint....(but it would look awful... being made by microsoft...)

oh and uhh...in his past he was a forginer... and well... he was a bit drunk

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Why Roger Wears Black ...

Roger Smith pulled his gloves on, taking one last look in the mirror to admire the cut of his dark pink suit with his freshly pressed green shirt.

He left the bedroom, closing the door, as he passed Dorothy and Norman cleaning the livingroom with brooms and dusters.

"I'm off to work," Roger said, brushing a bit of lint off his purple tie. "Have dinner ready tonight, Norman."

"Yes, Master Roger, sir," Norman replied with a stoic face.

Dorothy nodded. "Have a good day, Roger."

Roger stepped into the elevator and descended to the garage.

Dorothy turned to Norman, holding her hand out.

Norman sighed and pulled his wallet out, beginning to count out money. "All right, Miss Dorothy, you proved conclusively he is color-blind."

Dorothy smiled. "Let's put him in orange and green dots tomorrow."

Lololololololololololololololololololol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was pure genius!!!! It seems like Norman and Dorothy always have something to do with it, and Normans wallet! Maybe thats where Dorothy gets all her money in the roleplay!

That's the idea, Lizard my dear! Bets on who can make Roger into a fool. Dorothy wins out.

I have a theory Dorothy and Norman do weird crap when Roger's out of the house, as well as finding ways to amuse themselves at Roger's expense. Norman strikes me as the type who would put make-up on Roger's face when Roger is passed out after a drunk.

* * *

Roger was actually on time for dinner for once.

He relaxed as he chewed slowly on a chunk of roast beef, relishing the taste of first-cooked (not reheated) meat. He really ought to make it home for dinner more often.

Dorothy passed by the doorway of the diningroom, the heels of her boots clacking against the marble floor.

Roger noted with mild interest as he sipped his wine - then spat the wine out, crying, "FISHNETS???"

Norman, almost bored, asked, "Are you well, Master Roger?"

"DOROTHY!" Roger called, picking up a napkin and wiping the wine dribbling down his chin.

Dorothy returned to the door, poking her head in. "Yes, Roger, what is it?"

Roger collected himself then asked, "Would you come in here, please? I want to see something to make sure I wasn't imagining it."

Dorothy stepped into the diningroom. She was clad in a ruffly lace teddy and fishnets, all in red, with a pair of shiny black stiletto-heeled boots.

"Yes, Roger?" she asked as if she wasn't wearing such an outfit.

"What are you doing in that?"

A very small, almost unnoticable smirk crossed her face. In one motion, she was laying across his lap on her stomach, saying, "Spank me, Master Roger! I've been a bad little maid!"

Norman almost swallowed his false teeth trying to keep from laughing as Roger jumped stright up, screamed like a little girl, and made a Roger-shaped hole in the wall in his escape.

Dorothy picked herself up off the floor. "I won again, Norman."

Norman allowed a few snickers to escape as he pulled his wallet out. "Yes, he did make a hole in the wall. Didn't think the little rodent had it in him."

She accepted her winnings. "Next time I'm going to do it while he's in the shower."

very nice Tess. As usual you make me glad that I can appreciate humor. Dorothy certainly loves to do odd things to Roger. I'm glad I'm not him. Mainly because I'd have no clue how to react...but when are you gonna set up your next instalment of the Smiths? I'd like to see another fic with Roger and Dorothy married!

Still working on 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith', which turned out to be a sequel to 'The Blossoming Rose'. I'm dedicating it to you guys here at the Nightingale Club for inspiring it. ^_^

(How would you react to having a nice girl tossing herself across your lap while wearing lingerie and begging to be taken care of? Oh, wait, nevermind. I'm so used to being married, I forgot how teenage guys react - scream and faint from a nosebleed.)

Now, are you asking for a Smiths' spamfic here on the scene thread? Or are you willing to wait for the official fanfic? It's going to be long like 'Rose' is ... smeg, wish I had a laptop to bring to college between classes so I can work on it, it'll get done faster.

Nevermind me, I'm babbling to myself to figure out where I am ... (In the Nation-State of Confusion.)

Okay, I'll stew over a Smith family spamfic ...

Okay, here we go ...

The elevator stopped at the entrance to the mansion, Roger Smith stepping out of the art deco cage and into the dim light of the common room ...

As his eyes adjusted, he realized candles were flickering all over the room, their flames dancing in the darkness and along the piano.

The piano itself was being played, a gentle romantic piece entitled 'Romeo and Juliet', filling the room with soft kisses of notes and bars whispering of love.

As his eyes adjusted fully, he saw Dorothy sitting at the piano, playing, her pale body wrapped up in an elegant black silk gown.

He made his way across the room, hiding the object behind his back. He approached Dorothy, then leaned close and kissed the back of her neck.

"Good evening, Roger-dear," she greeted him as she continued to play.

"Why, Mrs. Smith," Roger commented. "Was there a fire-sale on candles?"

She tapered the music off, then turned around to kiss him a long moment. At last, she pulled away and stated, "It's our three week anniversary, my love."

"I know." He stood up and shook a gloved finger in her face. "You naughty android, you turned me into a love-struck idiot." He pulled a huge bouquet of white roses from behind his back, handing them to her. "Happy three week anniversary, my love."

She stood and accepted them, inhaling the heady scent of the roses. "They are lovely, Roger." She kissed him again. "I gave Norman the night off, so it's only us in this huge house tonight." She placed the roses on the piano seat.

Roger smirked, pulling his gloves off and placing them on the top of the piano. He reached out and cupped her face in his hands, bringing her face to his to kiss her.

After another long moment, he pulled away enough so his lips brushed hers as he spoke, "If anyone who knows me knew about this, they'd laugh their heads off."

Dorothy giggled. Roger used to hate girls' giggles ... now he loved them, especially made by his wife. "You mean about being my 'cuddly snugglebear'?"

He pinched her. "Besides that, Dora-girl."

She went to unknotting his tie. "I've been thinking, Roger. Perhaps I should be a proper housewife - stay home, take care of the house, cook your meals ... "

Roger looked down at her. "Excuse me, Mrs. Smith, but you were doing that as my maid."

She nodded, her black eyes twinkling. "So, in essance, we were married back when I began working for you."

He opened his mouth, then closed it as she slipped his tie from around his neck, her fingers moving to undo the buttons at his throat. "Don't confuse the issue with facts."

She kissed his cheek. "I was only joking, Roger-dear. I was bored being your maid. I prefer working with you like we have been."

He nodded, unbuckling his watch. "Agreed - we've come to terms. Wife, you're still my partner in the negotiating business. Now no more talk of being a proper housewife or I won't fine-turn your modivator."

Dorothy pouted, then threw her arms around his neck, tackling him to the floor. "Tease!"

* * *

Hmm ... they're still newlyweds, so they're excused. Sorry if this shocked any purists out there, but think of it as a sample of my next fanfic. Besides, doesn't it boggle the mind of Roger being a closet cuddler??

roger and dorothy married....hmm... funky(the good funky)...
hmm... funky... funky.... nothing really can be said about it... not really much essance...

hmmm...funky...ill think of it as a sample... funky... yeah silent funny... job... hmm....funky.... ::walks backwards into the darkness of the speakeasy trying to perswade "big-o" it become an indepentent(opposed to republican) and thinking of how lupin and beck can be in a fanfic together... how the heck could someone make a good fanfic of those two....

*Applause*
Very good Lady Tesser, you've got a real nack for this! LOL, Roger a snuggle-bear! You're great Tess! But modivator? Don't you mean motivator? Or is it something else... But I can imagine Roger being a closet cuddler. Believe me I can imagine people a lot meaner and tougher than ole' Roger being all nice a cuddly *Cough*Sesshomaru and Rin*Cough*, but that's another story. I can't wait for your next story.

Was it my spelling or are they two different things? "Uncle Owen! This Artoo's got a bad motivator, look!" Yeah, motivator. Sounds more techie. Techie, techie, techie. I need sleep. Dorothy just took her shoes off and is wiggling her toes in the sand at the beach ... hmmm ... Roger's keeping his shoes on, but they're filling with sand ... darn rich people, building a beach inside a dome ... *mumbles sequel scenes in sleep*

Roger Smith moaned in horror.

Norman had to take the day off because of some mysterious personal emergency (involving that girl from the dry cleaners but that's another story), and breakfast had taught him something about R. Dorothy Waynewringht that he had never considered before.

Androids do not have functioning senses of smell or taste.

Breakfast, as a result, had been aesthetically lovely, a joy to behold - and had the flavor and consistency of plastic.

And now she was about to inflict a lunch upon him.

As he considered the merits of attempting to withstand Dorothy's big-eyed 'Please Don't Break My Heart' stare versus leaping from the balcony, the doorbell rang.

"A client!" he crowed, dashing for the entryway. "Thank You Ghod!"

Dorothy and Roger arrived at the exact same moment and opened the door.

A girl of about seventeen years of age came in. She wore a long trenchcoat and had a very bulging belly.

"Yes, Miss?" Roger asked. "May I help you?"

"Is Norman here?" she asked.

"Norman?"

"Yes," she said, patting her round belly. "This is his."

Dorothy's eyes widened and Roger's hair stood on end.

"I BEG YOUR PARDON?!" Roger asked.

Before the girl could answer, another girl came in behind her, then a third. All with trenchcoats and bulging bellies.

Roger and Dorothy watched in amazement as the three young women waddled into the room.

"Do you have some chairs?" one asked. "Carrying this baby around like this is bad for the back."

"DOROTHY!" Roger cried out in panic. "CHAIRS! NOW!"

In seconds, Dorothy had rounded up chairs for the three girls.

"Um ..." Roger stammered, trying to get some self-control and poise back. "So ... uh, how do your girls know each other?"

"Because of Norman," the first one said.

Roger nodded, trying to keep his shock from his face. "So all of these ..."

"Are Norman's little bundles," the second girl said.

"We would have been on the bus with the rest of them," the third girl said, "But they were out of room, so we took a taxi."

"Uh-huh ..." Roger said, the blood leaving his head.

Dorothy served tea while wondering at the shape of the women. "What are you carrying?" she asked.

Roger started sweating. "Dorothy? I don't think -"

The girls opened their trenchcoats, revealing harnesses containing some kind of machine parts.

"Oh," Dorothy remarked. "Megadeus parts."

"Of course," the first girls said. "You can't just order these things in a catalog, you know. And if they went by mail, the Military Police would confiscate them." She giggled. "And sneaking them in is kind of fun."

"OH!" Roger sighed in relief. "So you're just his Megadeus parts suppliers. What a relief!"

"Why is that, Roger?" Dorothy asked. "What did you think they were carrying?"

Roger suddenly remembered that he had an appointment somewhere far, far away.

haha good...

like the dry cleaners thing....you...you were refering to that episode right?

(drving in an old catalac(ok any old car)
Norman... butler by day... playboy by night.
(animemated batman theme)

* 2 girls are running down halls in robes... then norman thorws a bomerange and ...well... its covered in doubnle sided tape let us say...
then some pimps find them and try to..."pimp them 'dawg'"?

then norman is spading on the balcony(like i thnk you older norman fanifc) in that freakish costume... and lighting strikes*

*reads* 'Pimp them dawg?' Oy ...

Oh, yeah, I was planning on using this at the end of 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith', but the story is bearing away from it. Besides, it's too damn silly.

* * *

Roger lay on the railing of the balcony, his hands behind his head and his shirt unbuttoned.

"Tell me, Dora-girl," he said conversationally as she stepped out to join him. "After all that we went through, are you sure you still want to be married?"

"Of course, Roger-dear," Dorothy answered as she leaned on the railing next to his head. She began stroking his black hair, looking down into his face. "I knew what I was marrying."

Roger sighed, craning his neck up to kiss her. He lay his head back down and added, "Then you're stuck with me."

Dorothy nodded, smiling, then looked up to the horizon. Her expression changed, as her brows knotted in confusion and her smile faded to a puzzled frown. "Roger?"

"Yeah?" he replied, sitting up and looking in the same direction as she was. He peered to the distance, seeing a pair of large figures moving ...

Dorothy squeezed his hand. "Is that what I think it is, darling?"

"What the hell??" Roger muttered as he squinted his eyes. He shook his head. "No, that is not what I think it is."

"Yes, it is, Roger," Dorothy insisted. "It's Big O and Dorothy One."

Roger slammed his palm against his face. "Please tell me they're not doing what I think they're doing!"

Dorothy smirked. "Yes, darling, they're dancing a tango on that sandy island." Dorothy's eyes widened slightly. "Oh, my - I didn't know either had THOSE ... attachments ... "

Roger moaned. "She's YOUR sister!"

Dorothy turned to him. "He's YOUR Megadeus!"

"Well, I didn't teach him that!"

She smirked again. "He probably walked in on us by accident - "

"WHAT??"

"I do recall the Earth moving a few times."

Roger grunted, a sweatdrop appearing at his temple as he folded his arms. "Oh sure. Blame the giant robot. I think I might have had something to do with that."

She looked over to the mind-numbing scene. "Look at that. The piston fits right into the - "

"AAAAAAAAGH!" he screamed, sticking his fingers in his ears and running back into the mansion.

And, thus, we end this before we write something that will get us banned from the board. ^_^

You write some great stuff Lady Tesser.

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In one motion, she was laying across his lap on her stomach, saying, "Spank me, Master Roger! I've been a bad little maid!"

Hehe I almost fell out of my chair as I burst out laughing.
That was so unexpected.