[She'd only been in here for a little over an hour, but Mattie already knew that this was one her favorite rooms; the giant Goombas running about were ridiculously similar to what she remembered of Super Mario 64, on the old Nintendo she'd had back at Wammy's. She'd played for a bit, asking for all sorts of different grenades and guns and swords - ( Read more... )

[Mel is increasingly sleep-deprived and worried, and she wants to work on finding a way to get home, but she can't settle down to reading. Shooting practice is always a good alternative, so she tracked down the War Room again, and the .50 caliber revolver she so coveted on her last visit. All her fingertips are still bandaged, and she curses in a ( Read more... )

[So, poor R has finally managed to get rid of the Hello Dolly form he was graced with. He does not know precisely how. And quite frankly he will not indulge. Not after being hit with a business card-laden pie in the face.]

You will all have to forgive me if I will not, ah, partake in having my mind scrambled by that room over there again. I will ( Read more... )