Posted

Feb 18th 2009

Mood

Ashamed

Music

Something about Serial Killers.

This, people, is why talking on AIM is fun.

Bi: ....
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Auto Response from Karyn: I don't know where I am, but wherever I am I’m up to no good.
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Bi: I'm going to tell you EXACTLY where you are.

Karyn: where am I at?

Bi: Karyn wasn't sure where she was. She had been walking down the street, headed out to grab something to nibble while she watched the last of Sailor Moon. Then there had been a flash of light, and some screaming in a weird high voice like a clown on helium, and then this.

This... nothingness, sort of.

It was fuzzy.

Karyn waved a hand, feeling like she was swishing it through cotton candy.

There didn't seem to be anything on it, even when she held it right up to her face.

"Hello...?" She called. The word didn't go anywhere. It seemed to get stuck in the mist or nothingness that was something that was surrounding her.

The 'hello' wasn't stuck though. It was just moving slowly. Very slowly. So while Karyn continued to try and push her way through the sticky nothingness, the 'hello' valiantly wormed its way through the void until it rang against a large metal door. Sadly, it did not have the strength to echo back to Karyn, to tell her of the way out.

But it didn't matter, because the hello's valiant struggle to find a surface was far from in vain. As the dying vibrations of the word faded into the metal, it began to shake.

Karyn heard rumbling. She turned towards it, only to be blinded by a sudden influx of light.

"Karyn," said a voice that sounded a bit like Yoda and James Earl Jones' lovechild, "You have been selected."

Karyn: ho dang

Bi: Karyn blinked. "Um..." She squinted. There didn't appear to be anything capable of holding a voice. "Like, I've been chosen or something?"

"Yes," the voice rasped. "The great gods have placed their change within the massive vending machine of life, and have chosen K1 for their savior selection."

"Uh...." said Karyn.

“Do not be afraid, child." The voice continued as Karyn found herself moving through the void despite a distinct lack of movement on her part. "Do not hang back or you shall become stuck against the glass on your way to the exit slot to freedom."

"Uhh...." repeated Karyn, wondering what sort of soda she'd had before bed to induce this level of silliness.

The light was getting brighter. She was moving closer to something. She was also.... getting naked.

Karyn (12:31:44 AM): waugh!


Bi: The wispy nothing was pulling at her clothes, yanking off bits of fabric as she was pulled forward.

"WAUGH!" said Karyn, trying to cover herself and keep her clothing intact. "That was my favorite shirt!"

"You do not need shirts where you-"

"SHUT UP! It took a year of Goodwill shopping to find that shirt!"

"..." The voice was silent, which may have meant it no longer existed. Karyn could still feel its presence, and wondered when she'd learned to sense those sorts of things. "We are sorry, selected one."

"Yeah! Well. Uh." Karyn was not terribly thrilled about being naked in a sticky void. She even less thrilled to be approaching a door while naked. Since entering it seemed like a] the only way out and b] inevitable, she closed her eyes, covered her boobs and ran [or at least attempted to - sticky voids had bad traction] towards it, praying it wasn't going to be some snobby supermodel's birthday bash.

Karyn: ((that would ROT.))
((They never have cake with all those skinny chicks around.))

Bi: What she had failed to notice, which was at least partially not her fault due to the excess of light, was that the doors were closed. She slammed into the metal head on and collapsed unconscious to the floor.

Above her, words sticking in the void, the voice muttered, "We should have just gotten the chips."

DUN DUN DUUUUUUN.

Karyn: I'M GOING TO DIE?
THEY'RE GOING TO MAKE WITH THE CHOMP CHOMP

Bi: I dunno.

Karyn: WAGH

Bi: What do you think happens?
It's choose your own adventure!

a] They eat you.
b] They toss you throw the doors naked and unconscious.
c] They wait for you to wake up, apologize, and ask you not to be so clumsy before sending you through the doors.

Karyn: NOT A

Bi: d] Random dream sequence of no significance
e] You transform into a sailor senshi in your sleep and save the world, only to wake up naked on your doorstep with a headache.

Karyn: E E E E E E E E

Bi: f] Insert your answer HERE.

Karyn: THE PART WHERE I'M A SENSHI

Bi: ...okay.

Karyn: *spaz*

Bi: The light did not stop simply because Karyn was unconscious. It continued to shine, covering her now naked form with brilliant shimmering rays. As the light crept across her unconscious form, it left fabric in its wake.

Karyn: ((oh good!))

Bi: Slowly, rays became ribbons and light because cloth and soon, Karyn was no longer naked because she was clad in a strange uniform that, if she had been conscious, she would have squeeed quite loudly over, because it looked suspiciously like a Sailor Senshi outfit.

Now garbed, the light gently picked up the girl and, ignoring the voice, which had always been something of a prat, carried her through the door.

There was darkness. Then there was light. There was also a rather epic battle when a strange Sailor Moon-esque warrior saved the world from cranky aliens by making love blossom in their hearts. There was even a prince who was swayed by the warrior [there were several princesses who were also swayed by her, but heteronormative rules of storytelling forbid me from mentioning them.]

Karyn didn't see any of it.

She woke up several days later, naked and cold and with quite a bad headache on the doorstep of her dorm.

Blinking and trying not to let a wave of nausea overwhelm her, she surveyed her surroundings. Trees, concrete, stupid giggling freshman - the world seemed to be back in order.

Except for the lingering scent of roses in the air.

Then she realized she was naked and ran screaming back to her room.

Later, after dinner and a shower and the calling of several friends to bitch about strange voices and sticky nothings, she noticed a strange mark on her wrist.

A sliver of moon, with a tiny star balancing on the point.

Befuddled, she poked it.

And was engulfed in light and odd music.

Karyn: ((that's the only way to be engulfed!))

Bi: Her clothes faded away and she screamed, frustrated by her inability to keep an outfit. The light once more dressed her in the garb of a warrior.

Then she was back in her dorm, now dressed in new clothes. She checked herself out in a mirror.

And squeeed mightily.

Dreaming of winning a cosplay contest, she barely noticed the knock at first.

But the thing at the door was persistent, and gradually the increasing volume reached the ears of the over-excited Karyn.

She pranced to the door, taking great joy in the way her almost-school-girl skirt flounced and bounced with each step.

She opened the door. Behind the door was a really, really, really hot guy. Like, hot to the nth power, where n was a number just short of infinity.

Karyn: ((oh dang!))

Bi: Karyn stared, mouth open. Formal greetings escaped her in the face of such hotness.

"Princess," said the glorious being who appeared to be a man of the sexiest caliber. "You must come with me immediately. The universe needs you!"

Karyn: ((kay.))

Bi: "Uhhh...." said Karyn, trying to remember English. "Okay."

The sexy man beast seemed thrown by the reply. "Yes." he said, flushing a bit. "Well. We'll... uh, just be going then."

He held out his arm.

Karyn reached out and squeezed it. It was firm and warm beneath the fabric of his shirt. She squeeed.

The hot guy stared at the wall, looking a little frightened.

Once Karyn gathered herself enough to actually take his arm instead squeezing it, they walked down the hallway together.

And vanished.

The end?