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Dr. Killjoy, The Suffering

Jun 12, 2007 20:38

There's an ancient, 16mm projector sitting on the stool. It wasn't there two seconds ago, and there doesn't seem to anyone around who could have placed it there. After a few more seconds of silence, it begins to click, winding up to speed. A beam of light is projected from the lens; it displays the image of a stereotypical surgeon from the 1920's ( Read more... )

charles foster ofdensen, henry winter, homsar, application, camilla macaulay, dr killjoy, fred weasley, delirium, john zoidberg

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homsarhomsar June 13 2007, 03:51:34 UTC

The offer of a projector was nearly too much for Homsar's marshmallowy heart to handle. Could this be the machine he needed to start the Jeffersons? He had had The Jeffersons for a while now, but he still hadn't the first clue about how to start them.

Wait, could this be Patra???

He blibbled in triple time over to Dr. Killjoy, his bowler hat doing 360s in sextuple time. "DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA!" he said all in a rush. "I'm looking for my AAA representative!"

Maybe now he'd finally get his piece of the pie. The anticipation was starting to roast his marshmallowy insides.

doctorkilljoy June 13 2007, 04:00:06 UTC

Oh, the poor soul. His mind is clearly in a more fragile state than most, to make him think he was in the offices of AAA. Killjoy pulls a notepad from his apron pocket and flips it open. "Indeed?" he asks, the very picture of attentiveness. "Can you tell me more about this representative? What does he mean to you?"

homsarhomsar June 13 2007, 04:09:22 UTC

Homsar wanted so badly to see what was on the notepad. That had to be the map. The map that would point him to the key for starting The Jeffersons. But he couldn't risk making a sudden move and scaring Patra (if this really was Patra) away, so instead he hung back in his place. He would answer whatever Patra wanted to ask him. He just wanted that map so much. He needed it.

"DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! He's my personal Jesus!" Homsar replied, an earnest timbre evident in his muppety voice. He was going to be completely honest. Anything for that map.

doctorkilljoy June 13 2007, 04:19:42 UTC

Does that make sense? It obviously makes sense to the odd creature. Killjoy jots down this observation in his near-illegible handwriting and looks back up to see his new patient eye balling the notepad. A quick note about that, as well, then, "Tell me about your personal Jesus, then. Is he here with us, right now? Do other have difficulty seeing him? Is he, perhaps, inside your mind?"

homsarhomsar June 14 2007, 22:49:14 UTC

If this was Patra, then this had to be a test of some sort, for yes, in that case, Patra was most definitely there with them, right then. Homsar was having a bit of trouble seeing him, but that appeared to be because he was some sort of light projection on the castle wall.

Homsar wasn't at all sure what to make of Dr. Killjoy's last question. Homsar saw a lot of things in his mind, and some of the things in his mind were also outside his mind, and vice versa.

But there was one thing Homsar did know, and so he decided to answer with that. "DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! Dream away on the good ship Jengaship!"

Jenga. The world's one constant. It had to do something with Patra, and thus with starting the Jeffersons. Homsar couldn't believe he hadn't seen this connection before.

doctorkilljoy June 15 2007, 01:21:04 UTC

[[Not on the wall, actually. He's hanging out in 3-D like a normal person, just one that's made of projected light. And this paper he's about to give Homsar can be taken, and it will turn into a normal piece of paper that looks really old and kind of ratty and yellow.]]

He'd heard much stranger things, of course. Nothing could quite compare to the man who raved about telepathic alien dogs. At least this one wasn't trying to kill him (because he was obviously in league with the gerbils, after all). Had they been at his institute, he would have prescribed a nice padded room. Obviously, a straight jacket wouldn't be necessary.

As they were not back home, perhaps one of those new medications would suffice. He scribbled something down in his notepad and tore the sheet loose. "Now," he said. "I want you to follow these directions exactly and come see me again in a week." Maybe by then, the man would make some sense. He held out the paper, expecting the poor armless fellow to take it with his teeth.

Vote: Jengapuff homsarhomsar June 15 2007, 01:47:40 UTC

((Oops! Sorry about that! Bad assumption!))

So, this WAS Patra! And he was giving Homsar the map! Homsar could barely contain himself; his hat began leaping up off his head in short, jerky motions.

Luckily, his lack of visible arms had never hindered him. Mysteriously, the paper drifted over to him, entirely unaided in its movement, and then he began to examine it.

The Jenga block that was Homsar's heart fell when he looked at the map. He couldn't make out a single word; Patra's handwriting was entirely illegible, and there was only so much Homsar could do with his special brand of magic.

Perhaps Sirius would be able to read it for him. He was desperate. The key to starting The Jeffersons was right there in his non-existent hands, and yet he could do nothing with it! And he knew how shameful it would be if he came back and saw Patra without having deciphered the directions.

Quickly, he voted Patra into Jengapuff and blibbled his way towards the door. He was all up ons this task. He was so close...SO CLOSE.

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