The Awards PARTY!

[Dragon]

*gives CL sympathy*
I got my first award too, cant believe it either!
*goes and grabs Rushton and drags him to the dance floor*
Rushton: Oh no, not again.
Ari: Shush, yooou can sank me laterrrr, there's a fowl foot aplot......fowl foot....fowl plot a foot.
Rushton: *looks around for Min* _{I'd take that drink about now....}

[Min]

*all watch as Ariadne drags Rushton away*
Min: Argh, damnit, see what I mean?!
Gypsy Wanderer: Maybe you shouldn't carry that award everywhere with you, it's kinda a dead giveaway...
Min: As is yours !
Domick: Just give it a bit more time...they'll let their guard down sooner or later...
Dameon: Amazingly, Rushton doesn't seem to realise anything is wrong...?
Gypsy Wanderer: Ugghh, you're right. He's just going to think he's even more of a stud, now, with all these girls saving him...
Swallow: If only we could find someone more handsome to distract them...
*Everyone looks at Swallow pointedly as he says this*
Swallow: I suppose that would be me, then !
Min: Well, you are the buff one. Can you distract them?
Swallow: Consider it done!!
Gypsy Wanderer: Why have I got the feeling this is going to be embarrassing??

[Dragon]

*is still danicng with Rushton and sobering up quickly*
Rushton: ummm, perhaps you can find someone else to dance with...?
Ari: *is put out by Rushton's oblivious attitude...considers handing him over to Min personally*
Rushton: You seem upset.
Ari: No, i'm ok, how about we get something to eat.... *eyes Rushton haters group*....over the other side of the room. *shoves Rushton toward food*

[Rilla]

basicneeds said:

*saves persimmon from Dr. Satan*

i know you plot against the persimmon!

*hides it in Kayts closet*

Oh dear, now I'll never get him back

[Domick]

*Bec, Min, Domick and Dameon watch as Swallow saunters off onto the dancefloor. They exchange bemused glances as he tosses his head, which change to surprise as he is swamped*
Domick: I guess he really is the buff one...
Bec: *Scowls*
Min: Somebody looks jealous.
Bec: *Jerks her attention back* What?! No way!
Domick: Yeah, yeah. That's what you said about Rushton.
Bec: I also seem to remeber tipping my drink down your front last time you made that allegation. Care to repeat?
Dameon: Whoah. Remeber, hate burns.
Dom and Bec: We don't hate each other!
Bec: *Quietly* Much.
Min: Alright, Bec, stop picking fights. Someone has to lure the target to the pool without him suspecting. *Looks pointedly at Dameon*
Dameon: But...but...
Bec: Come on! Live a little.
Dameon: Fine *Walks off towards Rushton, who is looking disheartened*
Dom: *Aside to Min, loudly* Someone's staring at Swallow again.
Bec: I am NOT!

[Cookie Lover]

*Wanders over to Min*

"Re vera, potas bene. Visne saltare? Viam Latam Fungosam scio."

*realises nobody understands latin*

"Vah! Denuone Latine loquebar? Me ineptum. Interdum modo elabitur."


AND FOR THOSE WHO SPEAK LATIN, BUT NOT ENGLISH...

*Musa sapientum fixa Min*

"Say, you sure are drinking a lot. Do you want to dance?I know the Funky Broadway."

*Utinam barbari spatium proprium tuum invadant Latine*

"Oh! Was I speaking Latin again? Silly me. Sometimes it just sort of slips out."

[basicneeds]

latin huh?

latin....DANCING!!!

*starts doing the salsa*

If i didnt love Dameon aswell id plot against him!!!

[Roland]

*Turks wanders over to bar, and joins Rushton haters*
Turks: I think we need a drink? Can someone get us one?
Min: It depends...what do you think of Rushton?
Dr. Satan: We wish him to burn for an eternity.
Turks: No I don't!
Dr. Satan: Yes you do.
Turks: No, you do.
Dr Satan: No, we do
*Min looks confused*
Min: So do you hate Rushton or not?
Dr. Satan: We do.
*Min hands Turks a non-poisoned drink*
Turks *mutters around drinking straw*: I hardly think that counts. He hates everyone...

[basicneeds]

*stares dejectedly at the party of Rushton haters*

Rushton: dont worry you have me
basicneeds: *raises eyebrows* as much as i lvoe you, you dont have drinks
Rushton: *baffeled* but atleast you have me
Basicneeds: yes you dear *pets him*
Rushton*beams*

[Min]

*Swallow is basking in ober-girl-fandom dancing*
*basicneeds is the only one who's semi-resisted his good looking gypsy charms*
Basicneeds: You know...*eyes drift along following Swallow's movements*...I think I saw Swallow with a couple of drinks...
Rushton: I'll get you a drink, my loyal subject!
Basicneeds: *snapping out of Swallow-induced haze* Huh? Me? Subject? Whaaa?
*Swallow saunters past leading a conga line of giggling ober-fan-girls*
Basicneeds: Yay!! Congaline!!
*joins the conga line*
Rushton: *gets distracted* Ooh! Chips!

*over the other side of the room*
Gypsywanderer: Haha...the plan is working!
Min: Fantastic! He's all by himself now!
Domick: Aaaand...he's coming this way!
Cookie Lover: Quick! Everyone speak Greek to confuse him!
Dameon: Sadly, I do not know how to speak Greek.
Cookie Lover: Damn, that would have rocked *looks sad*
Dark One: I'm hardly a Rushton-plotter, but shoudln't you be getting his poison drink ready before he gets to the bar?
Dr Satan: *sudden interest* Poison drinks? Helloooo...may I offer any assistance?
*Turks groans and hits head against bar*
Min: Er, sure! See if you can give Rushton this!
*hands Dr Satan a steaming purple drink*
GypsyWanderer: I have to say though, the drinks thing is getting a little unsubtle...can't we come up with a better way to knock pig-boy off?
Domick: Anyone bring a kosch?
Turks: Why do you want to knock him off anyway?! He isn't hurting anyone!
Min: *points to award* Dameon told me to do it.
Dameon: I did not!
Domick: Shhhut uuuup...
GypsyWanderer: But...but...c'mon, it's either kill him, or watch him dance.
Min: Kill him.
Domick: Kill.
Dameon: I'm not a fan of Rushton's dancing either sadly...
Cookie Lover: He's gotta go.
Dark One: *shrugs* sorry.
Turks: But what's so bad about his -
*Turks turns and looks at what Gypsy and Min are pointing at*

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Turks: GAH!!! My eyes!!
Domick: So, what's our next move?
Min: Hopefully Dr Satan is just about to deliver our Potion of Doom...
*they all sit, watch and wait...praying Rushton will stop dancing...soon...*

[Domick]

Bec: *Glances at Rushton, who is still dancing* LUD! The eyes! They burn!
Dom: *Snorts into his drink* I see melodrama is still your thing.
Min: I don't think she's being melodramatic.
Dameon: Good thing I can't see him, I suppose.
Bec: You said it. Back to plotting. Do we really want to knock him off? I mean, there's the inconvenience of a murder charge...I'm sure we could plot a demise that didn't involve death.
Dom: *CoughCopOutCough*
Min: She has a drink...
Turks: And she's right about the murder charge. *Look interestedly at Swallow, still in fangirl heaven*
Dr Satan: You're no fun.
Turks: Shut up.
Dom: Fine, fine. Whatever. So, nefarious plotting not involving death?
Bec: Push him into the pool! Again!
Dom: Unoriginal...
Bec: I have a drink.
Dom: Why does everyone keep telling me that? *Surreptitiously moves bar-stool away from Bec's*

Rushton: Howdy *Joins them. All of them look stunned. Min and Domick exchange glances, then look pointedly at Bec.*
Bec: *Ignoring him* So, anyone want another drink.
DO: I'm not giving it to you.
Bec: You are no fun. None at all.
Rushton: Hello, I'm here.
Bec: Forgive me for not jumping up and down with glee...

[basicneeds]

*shakes her head breaking the fan-girl spell*
basicneeds: now where did Rushton go?
*turns head and spots him with Rushton haters*
basicneeds: NOOOO
*runs over and drags him away*
Rushton:i was talking...
Rushton haters: *cheer then realise they have again lost another chance to do away with him*
*plants Rushton in the corner*
basicneeds: now dont go anywhere or you will die
Rushton: *scoffs*
Rushton haters: *eye him menacingly*

[Min]

*serious note*
*cough-cough* Attention please!

For:
Participating in the Awards Party
and
Dressing up!
I'm proud to present the Awards Party Awesome Costume award to:
Turks
Galligaskins
Basicneeds
Rigel
and
Ariadne!

Thanks guys! Your leetle awards can be found in your signatures

*exit seriousness*

[basicneeds]

basicneeds: shinyyy *stares at it*
all: *grin evilly*
basicneeds: *hypnotized by shiny*
all: *draw on her face*

[Dragon]

I got a costume award?? But i'm in my houseclothes! =P

*surprise at award causes domino effect in coga line, Swallow is stuck at the bottom of the pile*
*heads to bar again*
A non-alcoholic drink please..... just a dash of vodka in it. No, more than that.....oh, just leave the bottle!

[basicneeds]

*snaps out of trance*
i probably only got one cause i ahd help with my avvy
many thanks to rilla for helping
*offers her chips*

[Rilla]

*eats chips* Yay! *admires basicneeds award*

[DragonMornir]

DM: arragghh im glad Rushton stopped dancing *shudders*
basicneeds: where have you been??

DM: oh ive just been outside to get some fresh air and umm *looks left* admire the moonfair celebrations! *fake grin*

Ariel * glides up to DM's side* Would you like a drink, my dear

DM: * looks all doe eyed at Ariel* but of course.....

*Ariel swishes off, returning shortly with drinks*

Min: * looks over to Ariel and DM* wonder whats wrong with DM, i mean, yeah she usually hangs out with him at parties, but something is different this time.....

DM: *stares woefully at Ariel, drinks her drink, and follows him like a lost puppy*

[basicneeds]

*takes her chips back from Rilla clutching them tightly*
basicneeds: what do you think is going on with those two *points inconspicuously to DM and Ariel*
All: *ponder*
basicneeds:*plots*

[Kangaruth]

*runs in very late*

Sorry guys, I got caught in all that rain!
Oh, I missed the costume awards. Maybe I should go and change into something dry then...

[basicneeds]

*offers Kangaruth a blankey*

dont want you catching p-nomia

[Domick]

*The 'Rushton Haters' watch as he wanders back onto the dancefloor*
Bec: OK, enough procrastination. Action time.
Dom: What action?
Bec: What action do you think? I have an award to live up to, hello!
Dom: Someone's getting tetchy...*Swallow joins them*
Swallow: I'm dissapointed Bec, Rushton isn't dripping everywhere.
Bec: Technical difficulties. Have fun providing a distraction? *Sounds a little snarky*
Swallow: Not really. Fangirls can be tiring. Anything interesting happen here?
Dom: Bec has been staring a y...*Bec looks panicked and cuts him off by *accidnetall* knocking a glass of something down his shirt*
Dom: #@$%^
Bec: *Innocently* Oops-a-daisy. You better go find a new shirt, you're dripping. *Shifts away from him and smirks*
Dom: *Stomps off, presumably to find a new shirt*
Min: I'd watch your back.
Bec: It was just a shirt. For Lud's sake, are we pushing pig-boy into this pool or what? Dameon, go lure him outside. Swallow, stand by the door and signal when he's out there. Min, can you get me another drink.
Dr Satan: I have this...*Gestures to the purple, steaming one*
Bec: No, thanks. Come on, stations!
Swallow: *As he leaves* Bossy cow...
Dameon: *Look slightly guilty, but heads off towards Rushton*
Min: So...what now?
Bec: We watch, and wait. *Puts feet up on Domick's abandoned stool*

[MajiKat]

*enters and pulls up a stool*
MK: Hey guys! Sorry I'm late. just been composing an epic poem about Rushton. *pulls out a manuscript that would rival 'The Odyssey'*
Anyone wanna read?
*Is met with nefarious glares from Min, Bec and Dr Satan*
MK: Okay...i think i'm in the wrong camp. I'll just go over here...
*makes tactical withdrawal as the Die Rushton Die henchwoman and her accomplice get back to their sinister plotting*
MK: Rushton! I have a gift for you. please stop dancing! stay away from the bar!
*Rushton dances by in a conga-line led by Swallow who seems to have forgotten his part in the enemies plan*
Rushton: Hey MK! I'll get us drinks!
MK: Noooo Rushie...I'm not thirsty. I don't want a drink.
Rushton: *pouting gorgeously* Thats not what you said last night...
MK: *blushing furiously* Lets just dance alright.
*joins the conga line thinking that at least she can keep Rushton safe until back-up arrives*

[Kaylan-R]

Dameon: *eyes Kat suspiciously* So, what was that all about?
MK: Erm, nothing....hey - look a polar bear! *silently slips away and Dameon tries the find the "so - called" polar bear.
*MK and Rushton keep conga - ing*
Rushton: So what did he want?
MK: Nothing, dear, I mean Rushton. Nothing at all....
Rushton: *pulls MK from the conga line* So, do you want to come back to my room?
Mk: (who now looks like a capsicum) I think I'll go out for fresh air *hurries away*
Rushton: *yells* I'll be upstairs!

[MajiKat]

*Gets a non-poisoned drink to cool off her capsicum-esque complexion*
Dames: So, MK. Haven't seen you since, well, don't think we'ver ever really talked much...
MK: Oh no you don't. DOn't think you can try that empathy thing on me. i'm a Virgo - we are cold, cold hearted unemotional people. i will not succumb to your charms...
Dames: *fidgets* But i would never...its against everything i believe in *signals Min and Bec who are busy trying to hide the lurid purple fumes from the deathly drink*
MK: *gives Dames a withering look, then searches around for Rushton, sees him waving from the top of the stairs, and blushes* look, i gotta go..
Dames: *drops his bottom lip* You don't like me very much do you? Why? everyone likes me.
MK: Nothing personal. You're just not Rushton. or Swallow. if Rushton wasn't available...
*Swallow hears his name and saunters over*Swallow: You called?
MK: Ummm....*looks around to see Min struggling to keep Bec from offering Swallow the poisoned drink*.
Rushton: *from top of stairs* You coming or what?
MK: Yes... *runs off* wheres that back-up damn it! i can't keep him up there forever...